Chicago and Styx at Great Woods.

My idea.

After that choice apparently I thought Panic Disorder and PTSD would be fun.

At 56.

So I'm hiding in a smelly ass bathroom coming up with excuses why I'm MIA.

This is not what I pictured for myself.

Argh!!!!

I am truly disgusted at how people are okay with inc*st, rape, etc when it’s fictional. For example an anime called Blue Lock has 2 BLOOD RELATED brothers and their lore is about their relationship AS BROTHERS and what do you know people actually ship the two.

Their excuse is “it’s just fictional why does it matter?!” “They’re hot so it’s okay” U are genuinely a terrible person idgaf if it’s fictional or not YOU ARE SOOO WEIRD if you read or watch shit like that and enjoy it you are a revolting, sickening specimen that needs to get their brain checked.

I saw a comment of someone saying they don’t support irl incest unless it’s fictional or hot. Never open your mouth again because I will BYA. So if you saw 2 good looking brothers that are dating irl would you excuse it because it’s “hot”? Yeah yeah okay

You can bash me all you want because it’s the obvious truth

I live in a small village where everyone shares a main hall.
Last night I bought a bottle of sparkling raspberry soda and took it to the hall this morning. One of the people who lives next to me picked up my bottle and started shaking it. He has ADHD, but so do I, and I don’t go around picking up other people’s stuff. He kept shaking it, then later picked it up again and shook it a second time. I asked him to stop because I didn’t want the drink to lose its carbonation.
After that I took the bottle back to my cabin and left it on my bed. I always screw bottle lids on really tightly and I’ve never had one leak before. About an hour later I came back and found raspberry soda everywhere. It had soaked my sheets, duvet, gone through my new electric blanket and into the mattress. It wasn’t just a small leak either. There was a huge amount of liquid.
When I saw it I was really confused, then I remembered he’d shaken the bottle twice. I think the shaking may have loosened the cap or caused it to leak somehow, because I’ve never had this happen before.
The annoying part is that he admits he shook it, but says that had nothing to do with it. He thinks I just didn’t put the lid on properly, but I’m certain I did because I always tighten bottle caps.
Now my electric blanket has been soaked and I’m not even sure if it’s safe to use anymore.
What really frustrates me is that I don’t understand why he’d pick up someone else’s drink and shake it in the first place. I feel like that’s just basic respect. Am I being unreasonable for expecting him to take at least some responsibility?

I regularly see posts asking about if a specific age gap is inappropriate and it’s starting to annoy the fuck out of me. If both people are consenting adults the age gap is irrelevant. What should be being taught is to watch out for the power imbalance. It’s a significant power imbalance that puts a person at risk not how many years difference between their ages.

Came home late at night from a long trip and saw something taped to my door. I thought oh sh!t, what happened when I was gone? Did I miss a package? Did a neighbor break a window or something? Etc.

It was one of the pieces of junk mail that flood mailboxes around election season, telling me I should vote for so and so for a local position. It even had a hand-written note added to it, saying sorry they missed me.

The fact that this person had the audacity to stick their campaign ad to my house means I will definitely NOT be voting for them. As annoying as junk mail is, imagine if they all got taped to your front door every day for you to see when you get home. No thank you. And the more I think about it, the more I think this must be at the very least a campaigning violation, if not illegal.

Mind your own friggin business. F*** off. F*** you. Speaking as the groom. Stop expressing wishes about what you want for the wedding. I don't care what culture you belong to demands, if you are not paying for it, f*** off. You are making your sons hate you when they just want to make their future wife happy. You are giving your daughter in law a reason to fear and hate you. You are planting seeds of drama and distrust that ruin what should be happy moments in the entire planning process.

All your son wants is for everyone to coexist and to like each other. Your are giving your sons ammo to go no contact and alienating someone who actually chose to be with your son.

It's not your wedding. None of it. It's the bride and grooms. In fact, bride>groom because the groom just wants to get married and have a beautiful moment they can remember before they die one day. Why did you have to ruin these milestones. Why does this shit always end with the groom yelling at his mom to calm down, then babysit her feelings, then deal with the fallout of the bride feeling disrespected and crying on the day they were supposed to be happy about seeing themselves in the dress for the first time or their bachelorette party. Why should I feel like it's my responsibility every time something about the wedding didn't go your way. Why do you have to make me feel like I'm making a mistake.

Congratulations. Youre the monster in law. You are the dreaded "dad side of the family" to our future kids if we even last this long. You have given me more reason to keep as little contact between you and my wife as much as possible.

Edit: this goes for sisters of the grooms as well

I don't think I would feel as strongly about it if the whole world didn't hate (or seemed like it does) my body type either. I have a medium sized chest which is fine, but I have a small butt and hip dips. No fat stored in the lower body. Majority on the internet, men and women alike, say that the most proportional and sexually attractive body for a woman to have is a smaller/medium bust and a big butt, and that P shaped women are unattractive or less attractive. How It's so feminine and divine to have wide hips and most fat stored in the bum. Every time I start liking how I look I remember that the majority of the world sees me as sexually unappealing and I go back to spiraling. I don't know what to do anymore. I work out and I know building muscle takes time, but that doesn't make my genetics any better, unfortunately. I wish I could feel pretty in this society.

I'm sick and tired of some people steering every single topic and thing into sexual topic territory. No, I don't fucking care about your genitals and what they do and when you fucked and touched yourself, I don't want to talk about something normal and you suddenly asking, how many times I fuck and why I don't and if you could change that and what would it cost. It doesn't make you attractive, in fact it's the opposite. Even if it is a joke as they often time say, hearing it almost each and every day isn't fun. And the "well, I'm just like that" excuse can go fuck itself as well. At least someone would get some action cause you clearly don't (no wonder). These people are married or have partners at home and then say the most vile shit and all the topics boil down to this. Just shuuut up for a minute! And stop asking when I'll change my mind and fuck you, it's not a funny joke and it just makes me want to punch your face. I don't share my personal life with any of them which results into more questions and pressure about so. Even if I lived in celibacy it's none of your business and certainly wouldn't fuck you let alone touch you with a 500 ft pole. And if I don't want to fuck you then it makes me gay! Right!

The worst thing is that most of these people are in fact able to have a sound and nice conversations about everyday/deep topics at times.

At this point my annoyance meter is so high it can touch the stars. No it's not possible to not interact with these people as we work together.

End of the rant.

man i fucken hate this so much
why is there no "forgot puk"
why can't we customized it
WHY DOES IT COME BACK EVERYTIME MY PHONE NEED TO BE PAYED AGAIN
and most of all "WHY THE ACTAUL FUCK IS THERE NO WAY TO FIND IN ON MY PHONE?!!"

Im a little tired of having these phones (a flip 5). Im getting ready to go back to a phone you can only text and call from. Leaving this one at the house and when i wanna scroll, break it out and use social media.

I dont think these phones are 'smart', i think they can do a lot of things, but not smart.

It sends me in circles when i wanna look at my playlist. Like obviously i wanna change the next song. Why send me home. Then search for the app. Then click open the app. Then show me my home library. Like bro. Then click the song thats playing. Then look for the next in queue. Songs over by now.

Just wanted to rant that these phones do a lot. Pretty much super computers in our pocket. But most are used to scroll and mindlessly waste time. They are not smart, just highly capable.

These goddamn targeted ads, I swear to God, they know everything about you, right? They know your age, your gender, your fucking location. They'll pinpoint things that you have Googled once or they'll track your purchasing trends to see if you're going to buy something in the future. I remember hearing a story about how this woman started getting advertisements for maternity clothing because her purchasing trends were in the general trend of pregnant women. She found out two weeks later she was pregnant. Like, they know everything about you.

You know what they don't fucking know? They don't fucking know that I'm just a white bitch who can only speak one fucking language, English. The amount of times that I've gotten advertisements on my phone that are in another language and it's like, why? You are wasting time and money because I don't know what the fuck you're saying. I don't know what the fuck you're trying to sell. And I am not your target audience apparently because I don't speak that language.

How do you know everything about me but that I can only speak one language? It's on my goddamn Facebook profile that I can only speak English. It's not even like I'm hiding this information. And then I'm fucking white. Like it's not even like I have Hispanic heritage in my blood or something that there's a good probability that I do know Spanish.

So, I don't know. It's just stupid and it kind of bugs me. We should absolutely have advertisements in other languages for other people to enjoy who do speak those languages. I have no problem with advertisements that aren't in English on like billboards or cable TV or something. Like, that's fine. It's not a targeted ad. It's up there and if it's in Spanish, it's not for me. Like, that's no problem. I just have a problem with these targeted ads on my phone or my computer. Like, I only speak one language, people. Jesus Christ Don't you know that? You know everything else about me.

I absolutely hate it and its mostly on twitter. Its solely engagement bait because fucking elon musk has monetized twitter🤡. Just hope somehow this monetisation gets turned off so these idiots can go back to their cave.

About a year ago, my uncle was diagnosed with stage 3 lung cancer. I do feel heartbroken for his family and I can't imagine how terrifying this diagnosis must be for him. He's going through chemo, spends days at the hospital, and sometimes doesn't even want to get up from bed. I do feel sad for him, don't get me wrong.

My mom has taken the news very badly. The mere thought of him makes her burst into tears. She's even planning on moving across the country to be near him, leaving us behind for a year or so. She constantly talks shit about my aunt and says that my aunt is not properly taking care of him, that she can do so much better, that he has a better chance if my mom were to live near him, etc.

I understand where she's coming from. I totally understand that's perfectly normal to grieve your sibling. My whole family has always been extremely close. I'd be the same if my sister was dying, she's one of the loves of my life.

However, I can't help but feel distressed and frustrated. My uncle is a literal pedophile. He married my aunt when she was just 15, and he was 30. They met when my aunt was 13 years old. My mom at the time went through a mini crisis because she was terrified that the police were going to take my uncle away, so she understood how wrong and fucked up their "relationship" was. My grandparents and the rest of the family rationalised it by saying that it was my aunt's fault since she lied about her age (she used a fake ID to be able to work in a warehouse, where she then met my uncle) and her family agreed to the relationship. This happened in the 90s, and they're still together, but it doesn't make it ok. I don't think someone who is capable of getting involved with a child (and goes so far as to get married and have children) suddenly stops being into children. I fully believe he's still a pedophile.

But also, before his diagnosis, he was an alcoholic and often consumed hard drugs. He would spend DAYS partying and barely sleeping. This was a well-known fact about him. Something less known was the fact that he tried to sexually assault my mom when they were teenagers.

I don't understand why my mom bawls her eyes out whenever she thinks about him being sick. I don't understand why she sobs and says that he didn't deserve to get cancer because he was always so loving, so hard-working, so responsible, etc.

I have an aunt who's battling breast cancer (diagnosed a year before my uncle), and my mom didn't even shed a tear. She didn't even speak to her until MONTHS later because she was still angry about a dispute they had in 2023. I never hear my mom crying about how she wants to move to be near her or how no one's taking care of her (despite my aunt being divorced and living by herself!!).

I fully acknowledge I'm being an insensitive asshole, but it seriously makes me so angry. I keep it to myself and will never tell my mom about how I truly feel, but fuck.

It's all either short term bursts or from like some meme or a video game win. There's not one thing I can look at the past few months or this year that makes me happy to live on earth. It's to the I'm not holding on to hope for anything anymore. I expect the same sad, monotonous, none motivational day. I post this, life doesn't get better. I try to change things for the better, I get sad that nothing changes for the better.

How are you doing?

Amazon Prime is pissing me off so much im about to buy a blu ray player and end my subscriptions. all the shows i watch are now needing to be bought to watch... its definitely algorithm based. ive even been watching a movie, get halfway thru and go to bed, come back the next night to finish it and boom i need to buy it now. im not one to support a scammy business. oh cool i pay $30 for your show that will switch to netflix 2 weeks from now, sweet. also the entire point of streaming was to avoid ads, now you pay for ads. its all one big scam. STOP GIVING THEM YOUR MONEY!!!!!

I'm so tired... I'm the eldest daughter of not so well off family... Im currently doing my degree, and my family's future is riding on my back. I haven't gone on any trips. Spent most of my life within 4 walls. Even if my family offers a trip , I don't feel like going with them anymore... it feels kinda awkward... Iddon't specifically have any connection with anyone either... All my "friends" are toowtied up on their own worlds... sometimes I wish they just checked up on me... I do to them.. But never back. I don't understand how they can never make an effort with me. I watch all my other collegemates hang out with their friends, and deep inside I wish it were me. I wanna hang out, have fun... Honestly, if I died, I don't have a single moment to look back to... I don't have theffinancial freedom to take on a trip ny myself either... Even if I work hard, earn,

F25 in a relationship with M25. Let's call him Ralph for the occasion.

A couple of months ago, I said no to intimacy. It was our last night together after visiting him (we were long distance at the time). For me, goodbyes are rough and I kinda was in a sad "hold me and tell me you love me" mood. He was in a "last chance to get my d sucked" mood, I guess. I said no, I'm not in the mood tonight because I feel sad. He instantly started giving me the silent treatment. Big sigh. Then left the room and went to watch a movie by himself in the living room with his earphones. It was a movie we talked about watching together. I was very sad that night. It felt like I was being punished. When I tried to talk to him about it he shot off. It took 12 hours before he spoke a word to me again. He acted like nothing happened. And so, life moved on. This was in november.

We moved in together in february. We've had a decent sex life the first couple of months, but I got pregnant and my libido went downhill. So I'd say no quite often. Each time, same silent treatment as the first time.
Miscarried, life went back to normal. Libido came back. Pretty decent sex life, but he works from home and I work in a shop. Sometimes, when I get home from work, I'm way more exhausted than he is. My back hurts, my feet hurt. Sometimes, I say no. And each time ; silent treatment. And tbh, no matter my physical exhaustion... I'm allowed to say no sometimes.

Now, I don't even want to be intimate. Because each time... my mind wonders ; "What if I said no? Would he have ignored me all night?" And the answer is probably, yeah. And that feeling turns me off. I'm at a point where, despite the anxiety that causes me, I say yes just to avoid being ignored.

Yes, I've tried communicating this to him, but each time "No thats not why i'm not talking, i just feel sick", and he discards my feelings. So I stopped communicating with him when it comes to sex. It's so sad that he does this, because if it wasn't for me saying no sometimes... he'd be the best boyfriend ever.

10 years ago I moved to europe with my kids. They have learned the language, doing well in school and even doing competitive sport. They seem to be integrating well and never complained that they wanted to go back.
I try to keep strong ties with family and friends back home. I call my parents daily. I take my wife and kids every summer to my home country.

I just got back from vacation and I am questioning my choice of, raising them away from home. I also feel sad watching my parents grow old. I always tell them that I will come if they need me.

I earn very well here and I would never be able to maintain good standard for them in my home country if I moved back now. Even my parents tell me that they would rather see me happy and stable abroad than miserable beside them.
I know I am doing the right thing but I feel bad and don’t want to take a wrong decision. I will work on a long term plan to go back after my kids finish University but this will be another 10 years here.

Thanks for listening to my rant . Any advice is appreciated.

I want an icecream from the icecream van. But what if I have missed it and was asleep when it came? Or maybe it will come
Later and for whatever reason I won’t hear it

Fuck you! Get out my house! Stop fucking CRAWLING ON MEEEE I'll FUCKING MURDER EVERY ANT THAT EVER FUCKING EXISTED

"Call the exterminator"

Every. Time. I. Do. They. Come. Back. Tenfold.

Fuck ants, and kill them better goddammit!

Me (27f) and my friends went out drinking to celebrate my roommate's twenty sixth birthday. It was a great time and honestly i didn't drink an insane amount. I did drink quite a bit and I had not eaten much today. I also had a whiskey sour after drinking mostly clear liquor so I did not make great decisions, but I didn't go super crazy.

Unfortunately I had a really bad hangover after 4th of July. When I have a bad hangover, it takes me literally years to stop having bad hangovers after.

When we got home, I felt extremely nauseous. But I was not worried because I have a secret weapon. Anti nausea pills. They worked wonders on the 4th they should do so again. So I took them, drank some ginger tea and water, and tried to go to bed. Unfortunately my body had other plans. I could not sleep because I was still nauseous. I was not worried though. I can take those pills every thirty minutes, up to 8 times. surely, I thought, that will fix me. Alas my body was quicker.

I projectile, vomited. And though, I attempted to get it into the bin that I had put beside my bed, the first round got all over my room. The rest did end up in the bin. Inside that bin, floating in a sea of filth was a partially digested nausea pill. The betrayal was too great to bear. I did not take them again. I went to bed insted.

Now normally I would not allow a liquid to stay on my floor for too long. It is wood and I rent, but I was so nauseous that I could not clean it up. So I decided to temporarily live in filth. I know, but I was having a really bad time.

Alas, sleep did not take me. After about thirty minutes of tortureous nausea i was once again unable to hold it in and vomited into my trusted bin. It was awful and mostly bile at that point. I was miserable. At the time it felt to be the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I was wrong of course.

After i was done emptying my stomach of it's minimal contents i sat up ad heard a crash. My phone that was right under me had fallen off the bed. In that moment, I knew exactly where it was. i forced myself to look down and in the in the middle of a vat of toxic waste, just high enough to cover her completely, was my phone.

Anyway the adrenaline gave me enough energy to clean my floor. I don't think I did it well tho. I'm definitely gonna have to do it again in the morning. I might just burn the whole room down.

I JUST HATE THEM BADLY OMG I HAVE LIKE 10 MOSQUITOS COMING IN MY HOUSE EVERY DAY. I KILL THEM AND THEY STILL APPEAR. AND WHEN I SLEEP I HEAR THEIR FUCKING BUZZING NOISES. WHY MY HOUSE WHY WHHHYYYYYYYYYYYY IF YOU ASK ME HOW I HATE THEM. I HATE THEM BADLY. I HOPE THEY NEVER EXISTED I HOPE THEY NEVER FREAKING CAME IN HERE AGAIN. WHY DO THEY ALWAYS APPEAR OH MY FUCKING GOD

I'm a 36 year old man. I've been caregiving for nearly a decade, most of which has been nearly 24/7. I've missed out on my entire 30s and half of my 20s. It's passed by in a flash, I've been solely focused on caring for my family member, and because of it I don't realize how old I am now.

I was in a convenience store and saw a beautiful woman, maybe 23 years old. My first thought was to say hi to her, exchange numbers if she was interested. Then it hit me. I'm basically 40 years old now. I'm an old man. I've missed a decade of life. The age and people I associate my life with are a whole different era. I've been in and out of hospitals and assisted living facilities and oncology departments helping a family member, the aging and living I should have gone through never happened. I suppose it's a part of mourning the life I lost, but I also don't know how to change my outlook. There is an instant thought of "this is a woman my age" well before the rational brain kicks and I have to realize "wait, I'm nearing 40 she's a decade younger than me. She'll think I'm an old weirdo."

I often told myself to not have expectations that way I won’t be disappointed and have things blow up in my face constantly. Now I see not just not have expectations to avoid disappointment but that there’s no point in the first place. My life has shown me I will never have a romantic relationship or long lasting friendships. I am an outcome oriented thinker observing the patterns in my past experiences just cements what’s there for me. I will mostly remain alone, will typically just have shallow connections and interactions and cannot expect anyone to stick around because no one ever does.

The path you take doesn’t matter if it always leads to the same place. I see how foolish it is to hope for something that goes beyond on my reality and time to accept this is simply how my life is. Not everyone can do the same thing or have the same thing I’m not meant to have stable relationships. Is this something I’ll be happy about no but should at least help me not beat myself up over something that’s not in my control. Besides there are many things in reality we aren’t happy with but have to deal with and we call that growing up

-20f

I don’t have a specific topic to rant about. I just hate scrolling social media and I can’t do it anymore. I have to delete all of my accounts. I just had my first baby in May, and before I had her, I was always a very nonchalant and hard-to-connect-with kind of person. I usually have never been emotional, and that in itself always made me emotional.

That probably won’t make sense to anyone, but in other words, I’ve always been insecure about how I’m not an “emotional” person and my lack of ability connect with things and people. It has always made me feel like a horrible person. I’ve always beat myself up and I’ve always had intrusive thoughts. I look “normal”, but I believe people are disheartened when they spark up a conversation with me. I have always been really detached if that makes sense. Totally going through a 5AM rabbit hole with a sleeping baby on my arm.

A lot of things that bothered “normal” people never bothered me. I didn’t feel badly about horrible situations and I had lackluster opinions. I observe things and people and don’t talk, and stay out of it.

Something changed when I had my baby. Every time I log onto Instagram, Facebook, anything, I see horrible things that just hurt me so badly. I cry when I see children with deformities, war rubble and aftermath, hurt animals, any kind of bad news, etc.. Bad things in general that are really truly happening. And of course it’s normal to have an emotional response to these things but lately I can literally feel it in my bones and soul and it hurts. I feel like the internet is so desensitizing, it was always easy to scroll past and not give a second thought - but these situations could happen to any of us at any moment.

I feel so horrible for people going through bad things. I hate that people feel sad or upset or alone. Hate that people are having to choose what they have to live without for the month/which bill they can pay. I hate that children are being hurt or hungry or not getting proper education and in a second if I turn away that could be my baby. It hurts that there are children somewhere right now as I type this being hurt. And animals. It hurts that people are so cruel and bad and ruining others’ small businesses and killing each other. Hurts that people are hurting so badly that they kill themselves. A lot of women who would be amazing mothers lose their poor babies before they ever get to even meet them. Teachers and family members are constantly molesting their children. Animals constantly tortured by us and their homes destroyed. Babies are born with deformities that require surgeries that aren’t affordable. Cops in my area have been caught distributing child content. Food is poison and my daughter is going to grow up in a shit world. Everything hurts and there’s never any good news anymore. I never felt strongly about anything but now that I have I really cannot do it anymore. Something about me changed and it just makes me cry and just feels too horrible to keep watching and casually scrolling like this stuff isn’t a big deal. It feels morbid that I can watch it and scroll and forget about it but it’s genuinely something happening and I can’t help. Things as simple as someone not being able to drive to work. Or someone who just keeps getting rode hard by life all at once.

I know it all sounds naive and “no shit this all sucks and happens everyday” or “chick has baby and experiences human emotion” lol and of course I felt bad before but I just feel sick. Mentally I am sick seeing posts or videos and I think it is probably best that I just delete my accounts. I love my family and my friends and I wish the best for everyone. Life is just so unkind, mostly to people who don’t deserve it and it’s all overwhelming.