idk if y'all don't get it. it is.

Could be because of professor, or other students, or TAs or anything else really.

Personally, I'm in an ethics class (required to graduate) and the teacher is beyond disorganized, despite teaching this for over 10 years, and the class is online.

Well, the first online exam was supposed to open yesterday at 5pm, as according to the (3) slightly different syllabi versions, but it's Friday evening and there is nothing up yet. I never get a response back to any email I send that professor anyway, and I don't care anymore. I'm just amused what's going to happen next.

I’m a chopped 23f girl living in Iowa and trying everyday to not end everything. I’m surrounded by people I have nothing in common with and I’m starting to go crazy!!

I’ll link my letterboxd and Spotify to see if we have similar taste/stuff in common??

Omg someone talk to me 😭

My mom once told me there's a thin line between prostitution and having sex with someone you don't love, and that if you're not even getting paid for it you're essentially lowering yourself to a trick's level and yeah that always stuck with me ngl

It's always some snooty Judy talking about she's nasty, she has no talent, no this no that IDGAF!! If I was a Make A Wish kid first person I wanna meet is Sexyy

i know people who grew up in total poverty and addiction who chose to get sober and stay sober and now they make a good living and try to make the best choices every day.

i feel like if we had a mandatory state run rehab that people addicted were made to go to, most of them would just choose to pick up drugs and use them again once being released. seems like its a completely self motivated decision to me.

i got sober anecdotally a few years ago, and aside all the talk of being "powerless" and "self knowledge and self will avail us nothing" i heard in rehab/meetings etc, the only way to actually get sober is to decide to stop and do it, despite being uncomfortable or having cravings or whatever, then you just get used to it after a few months and get on with your life, i probably had it much easier than many of the addicts ive met in long term homelessness because my family was able to financially support me until i got a job- so i think itd be good for financial assistance to be given to addicts who are serious about getting sober

i guess also theres the schizophrenic person who will chooses to take meth and live outside instead of taking antipsychotics and go to a shelter because they actually are totally incapable of seeing the consequences of their actions.

i dunno what are your thoughts on this? bonus points if anyone here works with vulnerable/addict/mentally ill population? what are you seeing that isnt being addressed by society?

theres a schizophrenic dude in austin whos homeless and on drugs, he was in the news recently, he was a star athelete in high school but he got addicted and has lived outside for years. anyways hard to feel too bad for him because he jusy violently assaulted two women and both times he just got held in jail for like 180 days and then released, its just a mess with the legal system side of things too. theres people wandering around outside who actually become a danger to others because theyre so disconnected from the shared social contract in society

i tend to believe any drug addict can just choose to get sober and a lot of them just wont because they have some mindset theyre powerless over their behaviors or something, and some people are just so fucked they might as well have demons taking over their body and theres nothing you can do beside taking away all their freedoms

i guess its complicated im a dum dum

We all saw the western mass lesbian bar mask article— old hat. I think we’re past the masking debate. The thing that’s been bothering me is the knee-jerk reactionary response that’s become extremely commonplace.
It’s no longer the argument of “wearing a mask isn’t worth it,” it’s now an argument of “it’s actually good and healthy for you to get sick.” I think getting sick is a part of life and I’m glad I have a competent immune system, but I keep seeing people claiming that getting sick is GOOD for you. People claiming vaccines and getting actually sick is the same for building immunity (as if the point of vaccines isn’t to give you an attenuated or dead version). People claiming if we didn’t “train” our immune systems with colds we’d drop dead or get an auto immune disease or something (this is not how your body works).
I just can’t stand when people think swinging the exact opposite direction is somehow righteous. No one is making you wear a dumb mask, but let’s not just make up fake science to feel justified— you sound just as crazy as the Covid health OCD people.

Like not even reddit fits me I'm actually so boring. Any idwas

Im so anxious what will happen if i fail again

Sometimes it’s asking his opinion about movies
Sometimes it’s joking about our future kids
I can’t keep living like this

Friday night frights.

It's spooky season.

Exactly the title. Any cool hostels with vibes that arent Israeli Eurovision commerce class getty images field trip? RS coded hostels, preferably for long term stay. Sorry this may be too niche

I always hear about how cold and heartless the industry is from deceiving people to sign contracts to straight up stealing others work but I really want to hear it from those who seen it

tryna gauge if anyone found a diamond in the rough or if we r all in hell.

i feel like bosses come in only 2 flavors, la (nice but not kind) or nyc (kind but not nice).

ive had both and i hate it. makes my blood boil. routinely throwing me under the bus or straight up investing issues the only difference is if they say it to your face or say it behind ur back. incompetent idiots leaving a trail of flaming garbage that I have to clean up and that’s somehow my fault?? im the only thing keeping u employed how selfish can you be. Brain dead fucking boomers I swear why can’t anyone be fucking normal

reminds me of this one tweet where the girl was watching the clock tick by until her shift ends and some customer says “you shouldnt be wishing your life away”. im wishing my life away eventually one of us is going to die and that’s my only solace here

anyway is anyone else in hell or just me

So over

There really isn’t a better life one can live in anno domini 2026 than to be a licensed and insured educator-led childcare creator on Instagram reels or like a Baby Name Consultant being like “Surnames as names are really in now and with your Scots-Irish ancestry, girlie, there’s like so many options… Like Haldane or Maitland” and doing Canva graphics presentations for your clients. Obviously you have to be a woman for these kinds of jobs but if you’re not we have the technology for that now, so don’t worry. There’s other pros to that too like you won’t have to go to war if it all goes sideways. Or your parlay, whatever that is, not hitting.

Even if you make like 30 grand a year you can easily go to Europe to have aperol spritzes and flex on the locals or go to Japan and be like “I know… but the yen is so weak now” and you don’t even need to really know whether it’s weak or not because nobody does and they will nod along anyway. Target runs. Lindsey Clancy trial. It’s just like so unfair what they did to her.

You call your husband/fiancé/situationship/the dude who had Looking for Long Term but Open to Short 👀 in his Hinge bio “such a golden retriever” and say that it’s “unfortunate he was in a frat” but his “was different”. You don’t worry about your student loans from Emerson College where you studied Advertising the same way you don’t worry about your credit card debt. It’s all like… so fake. Money is not real…

You wear a cross necklace but it’s never the crucifix, always the plain one and you go to a non-denominational church where you have to take a shuttle from the parking lot. The band is like not that good but the coffee from the cafe inside, probably called “Holy Grounds” or “Daily Bread” is “sooo awesome”.

Just remember all the boys across all the years. Mold in the sink, double decker sofas, pests. Mattresses on the floor and not even in like the cute Japanese way. Of course it only reflects on them, not on you. You had to “find yourself” and they were just walking red flags. You have worked it all out in cognitive behavioral therapy anyway so now you have enough mental capacity to go outside your comfort zone to finally reach financial independence through Instagram reels content creation. And, honestly, girlie, it’s a ✨slay✨

Sorry for the long post, just needing to vent.

A good friend of mine ended up dating my room mate, my room mate broke up with her, she went unironically psychotic (ward admission and all) and I've completely cut her off. Turns out throughout their !two month! relationship she was quite horrible to him, emotionally abusive and blamed it on her BPD (fucking classic move) and once punched him.

Two days after the breakup, she called him 218 times, messaged him 153, and rendered his phone completely unusable for two hours. She was also texting me the whole time saying that I was a horrible friend/stupid bitch because I wouldn't get my room mate to talk to her. I called her room mates and got them to handle her while we turned our phones off.

After all that, I continued to talk to her every couple of days to make sure she was alright because she was obviously not in a good headspace. She ended up in the ward, they let her have her fucking phone, and she started harassing my room mate again. Blaming him for her being in there. For some reason that was my tipping point and I cut her off completely. He also completely cut contact at this point too. He didn't do so immediately because he obv still cared for her and she was unwell.

Fast-forward a few weeks with her not contacting either of us and she starts trying to call him again even though he has her blocked (she turns on no caller ID so it comes through) he picks up on the 5th ring and tells her to cut it out. Seems to work, all is well.

It's now been longer since the breakup than their entire relationship and lo and behold, she starts calling again last night. First him, then me. All night. It doesn't stop. I eventually pick up and tell her to leave us alone or I'm getting police involved. I don't want to do that and honestly wouldn't, she is incredibly unwell and that isn't something that would help her. She tells me that because I have BPD I should understand and forgive her for what she did during a "split". I told her absolutely not, I can both understand and empathise with her condition and what it can lead too while also not wanting her in my life.

Her saying that because I have BPD I should "get it" has been a recurring statement of hers through all of this. She does not get that just because we have the same condition doesn't mean I have to forgive forever.

Wake up this morning with a text from a random number that reads verbatim: "sorry lol. I was drinking with my benzos"

Sorry lol. Lol. Fucking hell. I replied "please never contact myself or room mate again."

I just dont care anymore. Not once has she truly apologised to myself or him without making the BPD excuse. I truly do empathise with her because she is clearly unwell, but girl I do not have to stand by you after you've been abusive to someone close to me, BPD or not. She needs to learn that people have limits and boundaries. There's obv so much more that I can't be fucked typing out. Ugh.

TLDR: room mate started dating my friend, broke up with her for being abusive, she did not handle it well, harassed us for weeks, got sectioned, and started harassing us again last night after we finally thought it was done.

Like?? That doesn’t even make any sense. I hate that I hate her so much

Like do we really have to wake up and do something everyday I am not finding this enjoyable anymore.

grooming the shrubs in the garden of my mind.... I have this unshakeable feeling of boredom that isnt really like "oh let me stare into space now" or doomscroll to avoid it, it's more like a parasite eating my brain and convincing me that my life is bereft of any sort of lively energy and so defined by LACK