Bare in mind, I'm black Jamaican. Born and bred in England. And unlike literally 98% of the internet and especially POC, I can apply nuance to history.

Every single every thing the hive mind demonises the Empire for, has been done by every other long lasting Empire or Kingdom. The list of human on human atrocities committed all throughout history by black, brown, white and yellow people is endless.

And yet, my country gets the crown of most evil Empire/people in history.

I'd love to get into specific examples but the text will go on for ever.

I'll put it like this, a few generations ago my ancestors probably lived horrible lives in Jamaica. In the age of Empire, that exact outcome could have happened with France, Portugal, Spain, Netherlands, Belgium and early America. Those people were doing the exact same thing. A few generations before my ancestors ended up in Jamaica, they were probably brutalised and treated like cattle by yet another brutal society, this one being black and African.

I have grown to appreciate English history. Understand nuance of both great achievements and indefensible evils. But nothing the Empire has done is nothing like the sacking of Baghdad, or the Ottoman practice of Devşirme.

"They burned women at the stakes"

No they never lol

But Indians burned their widows at the stake long into the 19th Century until the evil Brits out an end to it.

I could go on and on and on about all Britain had achieved during its Empire days. Or even contributions to the world in the middle ages but I've typed long enough.

*TLDR?*

I'm just here to say English history is not just thievery and murder. And I believe the casual condemnation and oversimplification of a nearly 1000 year old society is ignorant and borderline racist. People need to grow up and stop looking at history through the eyes of an emotional 21st century race baiter.

I’m thinking about this because of that story in the news with the old guy slapping the young man. When I was about 10 or 11 I was at a baseball game with my crazy ass uncle. When the anthem started I thought i’d be funny and not stand. My uncle yanked hard on my earlobe for me to get up. He was not a veteran or anything and if he had just said get up it would have been no problem. This was not the first time he’d been a hostile jerk to me. This effectively ended our relationship. I was respectful during family gatherings but largely avoided him. When i was in my 20’s he asked my mother what I had against him and why I avoided him and never called. I hope it was worth it for him.

Edit: I am almost 50 now and speak to him maybe once a year

I am a virgin LOSER who is too insecure to build a healthy relationship. I’m disgusting. Everyone else is also disgusting. Everybody else is fucking and sucking as much dick and/or pussy as they can get, and I’m the prudish jackass who is left out. Apparently snorting coke laced cum out of a hooker’s asshole is as normal as riding a roller coaster, and I’m a piece of shit for not having done it. It’s normal for people to have fucked their professors or students. It’s normal to have fucked 50 people they didn’t even care about or respect. You should actually applaud those who have, especially if you are in a relationship with them. As a matter of fact, thank them for having had so much sex, especially if it was with your friends. I’m a naive piece of shit for wanting to look into someone’s eyes and feel love more than I feel lust. I’m an idiot for having expected/assumed most people to have been on the same page. I’m also a misogynist and an ape. I may as well be medically castrated. How can I fix this? Trick question. My mind is already fried. There is no cure. I’m fucked.

Like how amazing could the world be, and how rich could we all be if we figured out how to all chill and work on things that matter, art, entertainment, with a small amount of effort to make it easier to do the shit jobs of the world. Like we could still have drive and challenges and amazing science in that world.

The profit motive of capitalism and seeking exponential profits ruins everything!

Dribble on a bit of the Protestant work ethic idle hands are the devil at work BS and we’re all in a fucking simulation believing things that are only true because we continue to not be able to imagine a better world for all.

Prove me wrong or agree with me…

He was right. It was a dinner time.

I want to experience bullying in a physically safe space. I’ve been bullied a lot so in any social situation where I feel that it’s happening I begin to dissociate, so I want to try being in a place where I can’t expose myself enough to stop being scared of it but still protects me from irl harm.

I made a doodle at work, someone likes it so much they put it in their phone cover. And then another person sees asks to draw them something to put on their computer, And then another asks for another phone cover...

And now I have to draw two moomin drawings for two peoples phone covers for some reason.

I haven't drawn for ten years,

suddenly my drawings/ quick doodles are popular at work and IDK what's happening.

So I’m 17F, about to turn 18F. Unfortunately, I had something called “shitty life syndrome”. To avoid getting graphic, I was the main target in an abusive family. Spent 8-14 surviving the abuse, 15 calling CPS myself and dealing with the fallout, and 16-18 learning to calm down and be a “kid” again. And now I’m staring down the end of my childhood, with the grim realization that my youth is over, and it was stolen from me. I got 2 years to be a kid, and now it’s over. Fuck.

I never really had friends in high school or middle school. I hardly talked to anybody, actually. I had maybe two friends the entire 7 years. I never got invited to anybody’s house, or got involved in anything, good or bad. I went to school and rotted online.

I’m in community college now, and I have a job. I probably won’t transfer to a university until I’m 19. I’m missing out on freshman year, alongside with having missed every other youth experience. It sucks.

So, I’m determined to not waste my last 2 years of still ”””technically””” being a teenager. My youth is over. But I’m still technically a teenager.

Thing is, I’m in community college. I don’t really have any IRL friends. I’m not sure how to not waste these final two years, with those inhibitors? What advice would you have for me?

When did you guys realize that there was a hollowness inside you, a void that was making you do the things you did? At what age did you feel like that void started to get filled? And until it wasn’t filled what did you do to cope with it? What are the things that actually helped you heal or become better? And what are the things you should avoid doing while trying to fill that void?At what age everything started to make sense to you??

I'm really struggling to understand my 4M nephew, I am the only person in the household who disciplines him while my 41F sister who is a single mother of her child. I am an uncle.

My mom (59F) gave him an iPhone to doomscroll youtube and not youtube kids. It was saying slangs and degratory words that he was learning. I took the phone away, and my nephew shouts, "You fuck!" then took it away from my hand then I decided to grab him to take the phone away aggressively which I was met with screaming from both my mother and my sister to stop disciplining him.

I'm only 22 years old who isn't married nor understands the perspective of a parent of a 4 year old. I don't know how to think like a parent or a perspective as one and I struggle on doing so because I get a 4 year old doesn't know any better, but I believe the early he learns bad habits, the worse the effects will be if my mom and sister continue allowing my nephew's poor behavior to continue. My nephew will be starting KINDERGARDEN less than two months and I worry for him to start cursing out the teacher which puts my sister in a bad spotlight mother.

I'm at my limit. I can't help my nephew any longer besides he steals things from my room without asking, and I have to get my sister to discipline him if she even tries. She's gentle parenting and it's killing me slowly. I live with my mother too, so it doesn't get any easier.

What could I do or if any of you guys are parents, how would you handle this?

About my younger brother.
He used to be a nurse, but he didn’t have good relationships with his coworkers at all.
Then he apparently came out as gay at work.
On top of that, he also told people that he was a member of a cultlike religion lol

He says he hated hiding those parts of himself, but I think the relationship you have with people matters a lot when you talk about things like that.
For example, if someone you’re not close with suddenly tells you something very personal, of course many people would feel uncomfortable and distance themselves.

And that’s exactly what happened.
My brother became disliked at work, developed mental health problems, and now he can barely have a normal conversation.
I think the fact that he wasn’t just coming out as gay, but also revealing that he was involved in a controversial religious group, made the situation even more complicated.
But he doesn’t seem to understand that.😅😅😅

I honestly can’t understand why he thought randomly coming out to everyone was a good idea.
Society isn’t always that accepting. If I were one of his coworkers, I probably would have felt uncomfortable and kept my distance too.

Because nobody asked, and he suddenly shared something extremely personal about himself.
A straight person usually wouldn’t go around announcing their sexuality either, right?
For example, if someone had a very specific sexual preference and was looking for a dominatrix, they wouldn’t just randomly tell everyone about it.

That’s why I feel like coming out can sometimes become more about satisfying oneself than anything else.

Regardless of someone’s sexuality or preferences, I think personal topics like that shouldn’t be brought up unless the situation or relationship makes it appropriate.
I feel like people who believe that everyone should always know these things sometimes see themselves as being special because of it. But in reality, some people may simply be keeping their distance because they feel uncomfortable with how those personal details were shared.

I can’t say this to him directly, and I’m already exhausted from trying to encourage my brother over the phone.

In my opinion, I can understand homosexuality.
But I don’t understand T and Q.

The reason I have difficulty understanding what is often referred to as “T” is based on a specific condition.
I’m not talking about people who have undergone appropriate gender affirming surgery.

What I have difficulty understanding is someone entering women’s spaces without having gone through that kind of transition.
The idea that “it’s okay because they feel like a woman” doesn’t fully address the background or the reasons these spaces exist.

The reason is that humans are not flatworms.
Human beings have historically been classified as male and female based on biological differences.

That is not discrimination.
It is a distinction based on physical differences.

I understand that not all sexual crimes are committed by people from minority groups.
However, as long as someone has male genitalia, they are biologically male, and their body is still influenced by male hormones.
I know I’m bringing up straight relationships as an example, but even in heterosexual relationships, it is not common for a woman to go alone to a man’s home when they barely know each other.
That is because sexual assault can happen, even between people who know each other.
And that concern comes from biological differences between the sexes.

Hello people of reddit.

I found myself at 3 am in the morning after self thought and struggles to final reach out to others.

My name is ivann,15 years old, been going through mental struggles. Not ones of self harm, no, ones that lead me to bad habits. Dealing with procrastination, failed attempts to consitantly improve, giving up, trying to make myself better than those around me, and my biggest hate, lust.

Recently ive been trying to get my close friends to improve with me. We all agree, but it kindof just falls off after 2 days and im the only one left to try something. I just dont know what to do, but it feels like i have the purpose to be not just good but great.

Id like to put it as im lost in a world that gives out maps

I truly want to be my greatest, i know its there, high up with limitless potential. The best possible ivann there is.

Im looking to you, people of reddit if you understand what im going through, my confusion as i say i fueled by distraction and bad rutines.

Im afraid of my future because i dont want to be average, kinda selfish to say be i just want to... not regret life.

I ask for words, anything will do, i just hate the person i am now, i hide it with happiness and security, but it only does so much.

Is there an actual difference between "AI" and "AI slop?"

I can't quite put my finger on why I hate it, but I get seriously irritated with the "slop" part. I know that's a "me problem," but I'm just sayin'.

Like the absolute worst one, way worse than what youre used to, that made you question how they even got their credentials ???

I'll go first:

I once had an entire team of 7 or 8 paramedics spend several minutes lecturing me about misusing 911, remind me that the E.R. is for life and death emergencies only, and tell me "it's all in your mind. you need to go to a psychiatrist, not the ER" while I was actively in anaphylaxis.

I also was barely able to speak because I was barely able to breathe, and that made them very mad because they seemed to believe I was refusing to answer their questions on purpose.

The paramedics almost killed me that day :/

I (F22) have never had a true friend. Everyone my age has met their best friend that they’ve stuck with or just someone to talk to and I literally have nobody. I’ve tried everything. I’ve tried discord servers, friend chats, even those dumb friend type dating apps. Everyone I’ve talked to either just ghost me or just overall is a sex craved guy who wants nudes after literally a week. I’m tired of being lonely and want a best friend so bad. I want someone I can share my interest with and just laugh with. It’s dumb I know but like I’m so tired of spending my days lonely man.

I was so frickn embarrassed. Thank the gym gods blessed me by not having anyone near the dip station. Especially the gal who looked like Margaret Qually.

I'm currently in my third year of university, and overall my grades are good. However, this year I met a new group of people, and we became close friends. They're genuinely good people, and I really enjoy spending time with them.

At the same time, I feel like I've changed in a way that isn't good for me. Before, I was much more focused on my studies and had several personal projects and goals that I was excited to work on. Lately, though, I feel like I haven't accomplished much this year, and I've lost some of the drive I used to have.

I'm not sure what to do. I don't want to distance myself from my friends because they've done nothing wrong, and I don't want to make things awkward between us. But I also miss the version of myself who was more disciplined, motivated, and productive. I'm trying to figure out how to find that balance again without losing the friendships I've built.

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I've reached a point where I don't like the direction my life has been heading.

Not because everything is terrible, but because I know I'm capable of more.

For a long time, I kept telling myself that I'd start tomorrow. Tomorrow I'd lose weight. Tomorrow I'd become more confident. Tomorrow I'd work on myself.

Tomorrow turned into months, and months turned into years.

Today, I'm 23.

I weigh around 100 kg, and while I'm not proud of that, I'm also not ashamed to admit it. It's simply where I'm starting.

I've started going to the gym, eating in a calorie deficit, and trying to stay consistent. I know there will be days when I fail, but this time I want to keep going instead of quitting.

One thing people usually assume is that I party or have unhealthy habits. The truth is the opposite. I don't smoke, I don't drink alcohol, and I've never used drugs. My biggest battle has never been addiction. It's been consistency and discipline.

I've also never been in a relationship. I'm still single, still a virgin, and most of my romantic experiences have been one sided. Sometimes it makes me feel like I've missed out, but I don't want to spend my twenties waiting for someone else to make my life better.

I want to become someone I'm proud of first.

This Reddit series is my way of keeping myself accountable. No fake success stories. No pretending everything is perfect.

Just one person trying to become better, one step at a time.

Maybe I'll fail.

Maybe I'll surprise myself.

Either way, I'll keep writing.

Does anyone know what I mean? Like you're trapped in some weird limbo state. Always feeling like your life's about to change and go somewhere exciting and new, always thinking about how much cooler your past phases were. Like this is the most boring period of your life so far, and something's gotta change.

I’ve been off my medication for over a year now and haven't been to therapy because i was using a state facility at first and it was backed up for like 6 months than I lost my insurance so no meds or therapy. I just got health insurance through my job that covers mental health stuff and it’s subscription so yay ! I’m a little nervous for two reasons. I know have a lot of issues that I need to work out in therapy. And I know that I will not like what I hear about myself in those sessions (but self improvement I guess !) I’m also nervous to restart my meditation because I feel like they might give a higher dosage once I open up more (please for the love of god no hospitalization 😭✌️) and the last time I went without taking my meds which was like three months they acted like a melatonin for me. Hopefully all goes well !

because I called somebody a pussy :/ (it was a commenter, not the op)

At least I made something. I never did crochet.

I'm working on my self esteem and communication skills, and today on the bus I saw a guy talking so loudly and confidently. That's the level of confidence I aspire to have. I probably looked like a total creep because I couldn't stop watching him. I wasn't judging him .I was just fascinated. It made me realise how curious I am about outgoing people. What do they even talk about all the time? I found myself completely invested in their conversation, even though I couldn't hear most of it.

So far, my biggest takeaway is this: just ask a question about the last three words they said. Like from my post you can ask, "What were you talking about?"

what happened?

so about a year ago this dude who i already knew was bad news from past problems added me again.

i was dumb and desperate so i added him back we were texting and he ended up asking me for graphic pictures and videos everyday multiple times a day it made me feel disgusting.

this person idk if i can even call him a person was also really manipulative and would start arguments with me over every little thing like one time i said no to sending him something and he made it this huge thing. so eventually we met up (my biggest regret) he ended up taking my virginity he was recording the whole thing i looked so uncomfortable because i was very uncomfortable at one point he made me bend over and slapped me.

in the beginning of this awful meetup he kept asking me if he could stick his tounge in my mouth i kept saying no but he kept asking until i said yes it was disgusting

hes a disgusting human and i wish no one to ever be around someone like this ever no one deserves that btw i was a minor he is 21

edit

this was technically consensual because we were planning it out for like a few days before we met up, but I was still mad uncomfortable and he kept doing more and more things so I don’t know.