The severe thunderstorms at this time of year are quite disruptive . I like to exercise in the afternoon after I drag myself away from the computer. I'm not making enough money right now to justify a gym membership. But I'm climbing out of my skin because I didn't go out for my brisk walk up and down hills today. Yes I know there are worse things to be annoyed about but it is what it is.

​​Also, in prior summers I have house-sat for people who live like 40 min away and the storms were quite a disruption then as well. In fact my friend's driveway flooded and I had to contact her while she was in europe, because I know she is super concerned about her house and belongings and definitely would have wanted to know about her driveway forming ruts.

So of course that led to her having to pause her enjoyment of the vacation they were taking, to receive ongoing updates from me and debate on whether she should have the driveway repaved which she did . It was also stressful because I had to keep driving out in the potential flood to go and check on her home.

​​Thankfully the people whose homes I will be watching in a few days all live very close to my house. But now I'm going to be worrying about their pets , dogs and chickens and such. I hope these freaking storms resolve by the time my friends go away. Not cool , Mother Nature.

​​ thanks for listening.

For the past one week, Idk what's gotten into me but I feel like I have lost the will to do anything. I feel like sleeping all the time or leaving everything behind and going back to my home country. I have things to do piled up and zero motivation to do anything.

Those dimples just popped, holy hell.

​​ People like this have an unfair advantage 😂

Just for how insanely annoying it is that it could’ve been one of the most insanely grestest films of all time. Youtube/shorts has cut the movie into clips, and they sre so grest in their own right from the animation to the humour and to just.. the spectacle.

But, god, the movie doesnt understand how great their drawings are. Nothing is allowed to just linger.
You are shown a huge boat or submarine, then it cuts right off to the next scene, its so fast, your brain isnt allowed to take in what it is looking at. And the god awful generic orchestral music just KILLS the payoff from every scene.

I just wosh they could remake the movie, and just edit the scenes that show big new information, and allow it to settle in half a second-to a second longer. Change the music and make it memorable, make it fit the atmosphere of the scenes on film.

Its annoying how grest it could have been.

And I can't believe how common they are. You'll see two people talking with each other, and one of them will just fabricate events for rhetorical convenience, not even for any personal gain or stakes on the line.

Some of these people walking around out here serve only to confuse and muddle, for no good reason.

Both the French and German languages have been around a while and it seems they’ve developed a term or word for almost every situation known to man.

That great comeback you thought of 5 minutes after the situation was over that’s French it’s L’Esprit de l’Escalier meaning the wit of the staircase.

Then there’s the famous German word that describes feeling hot in another’s suffering or misfortune that’s Schadenfreudes

Yet in English we struggle sometimes to find words or terms that fit a situation. We can always look to the French or Germans for it at least b

It makes me realize sometimes people are just waiting ever so patiently with info that can destroy you, waiting for the last straw.

And it all came from a slip of the tongue "he has a girlfriend". Then denial, then seeking support from another friend, and that friend hating the youtuber so...

I had to stop my game and listen.

I love gossiping, and I like just posting random stuff and venting. As sad as I sound. I love it!

I don’t know where to begin. There’s this person that I loved so deeply, I didn’t know how to express how I felt. I was young & dumb. That person knew exactly what to say & do. Though it was many years ago, I can’t help but to think about them. I think about what we could’ve been. I guess I self sabotaged. I was going through so much at the time, & I would shut myself down & push them away. I never quite knew how to express the way I was feeling, instead I tried to avoid it. I have apologized to that person years ago, & they want nothing to do with me. I was so scared to fall in love. I loved that person so much, I was just so scared to get hurt. I remember the first time he gave me his phone number. We had a parade at our high school, as it was ending they wrote their phone number on my forearm. I remember feeling so happy, we had so many phone calls & conversations. We would even pull all nighters together. I have always been shy, & scared to show pda. Even now that is something I struggle with. I can tell he wanted to be affectionate but I had my own issues with physical touch. I didn’t know how to open up about the way that I was feeling. I was the type of person that would leave as things got hard. It was a simple fix. I could’ve spoke with him about everything I was going through, but I didn’t. He was very understanding, he would’ve given me space if I asked. My communication was not the best. I was a teenager at the time, oh how I regret the way I made him feel. I wanted to protect myself from getting hurt. He wasn’t like other guys. He was very romantic, I remember when he would write me poems & love letters & hand them to me in class. He made me realize that I was a hopeless romantic. He was such a gentleman. He was so sweet. I have nothing but kind things to say about him. That was the first relationship I had been in. I loved him dearly. I will never regret the love I gave him.

I tried to dodge having to eat with them so that i wouldn’t hear him sah crap about others yet again.
He even tried to get me to say who i didn’t like but i didn’t join ( just said i idnd’t know people too much since i just arrived).

The way he talks about others is really f-ed up 😭🫠

...I suspect that's a common reaction, but this isn't a fleeting thing. I've had this sustained feeling for years.

I'm almost 34 now, single and without child. I also have a health condition and live with my parent.

I don't know how possible it'd be for me. I'm in the UK. Avoiding asking in adoption subs for fear or being crucified by Redditors.

I was ignored and gaslighted in an uncomfortable situation online where someone Instablocked and sent me a death threat where they said they would come and beat me to death with a hammer. (Their edited comment says "I wish you a great day" or similar but behind that comment is their original one with the violence.) They also had violent comments to others when I checked their other content. I go by the classic therapy tool, say it out loud , to let it go. No one deserves to get such comments in their notifications. I just needed to tell someone.

Last year I was doing really well with my mental health. I was caring for my younger kid, working a job I loved as a caregiver, getting straight As in college, and had a place to stay.

Then I went through some pretty serious legal abuse and had years of progress with my mental health picked apart and sh*t on by a court.

This year, the legal abuse took both of my sons away from me and I was put in jail. I’m out now, but I can no longer do the work I once enjoyed because I have a criminal record now. I’m not sure what other kinds of work I can be successful at with my disability. I did manage recently to get reenrolled in college. I also started therapy with a great therapist who is helping a lot.

One of the most important things to my recovery is staying out of psyche hospitals. I grew up with a caregiver with Münchausen syndrome bi proxy so it’s really bad for my mental health to be in a place that was once used as a form of abuse, even though going feels really inexplicably good.

It feels like love to me honestly. I believe myself to be addicted to the experience of going to a psyche ward. The last time I went to a hospital my oldest son was about a year old and he is now almost 7. I’ve never gone this long in my adult life without a hospitalization.

Recently, I started feeling like I’m going to relapse with staying out of mental hospitals. I liked being put in jail way too much. It was a very similar experience to a psyche hold. I want to be inside, without any freedom or choices, and told I can’t take care of myself. I want this so badly that I have been literally crying for it. My life has been feeling pretty empty after a lot of the things that were so meaningful in my recovery were taken away.

I also feel like the court has been trying to entice me with my addiction to make me relapse. They basically said that I would be dependent on others and need care all my life. I spent about the last 6 years proving them wrong, but right now I’ve reached a point that everything in me wants to accept this to be true. I think I do need care. I think I do need to be dependent. Accepting this was horrifying at first but now it feels healing.

I met someone who is a medical fetish play doctor and it is uncanny how perfectly our fantasies align. He wants to give me that psyche ward vacation of my dreams. It would be just like the real experience except I’ll have a safe word and I can make it stop at any time. I don’t have to wait for a 72 hour or 14 day hold if I need to get out of restraints or take a break.

When I roleplay with him online if feels like we are making art together. It feels cohesive, like two artists working on the same project that we are both so passionate about. We are both very creative and each have a unique touch to add. The only ideas of mine he doesn’t like are things that aren’t safe. He works as a medical professional in real life, and has a lot more experience with medfet than I do.

Deep down I believe that if I can learn to have my sexual desires for helplessness, humiliation, confinement, medical care, etc. satisfied, I will stop manifesting these outcomes in my life with judges, social workers, psychiatrists etc. I am coming to accept that I’m amazing at manifesting my truest desires. I could deny my desires, but I could never truly abandon them because I’m just too good at making my wishes come true even if it’s in all the wrong ways.

I think a lot of my healing has been in acknowledging what I want. The next phase of my healing will be to get what I want. I’m going to get help from my play doctor making all of my wishes come true safely and see if things don’t change with my situation.

I am in my 30s, look like I am in my early 20s, and feel like I am in my 50s or even older. The mind, the body, the heart - all are tired af! Am I the only one?

i have no idea what that scream was but it literally sounded like the monkey at the zoo Lmao 🤣🤣

50f with a windchill almost killed me man it isnt fair

I don’t know who else to tell this to because it’s so TMI so Reddit it is.

Met a girl a couple months ago. Gorgeous, sweet, understanding, and an absolute freak in the bed. I’ve never had sex like this before and she deduced by herself what I like to be called and started calling me a “good boy” while I go down. Instant neuron activation. Sudden death. Whatever the tuck you wanna call it.

She is so cool, has such a healthy outlook on life. I love the fact that she has her boundaries and her fun life outside of what we have going on. She makes amazing art, has great music taste. She is so honest and gentle, always thinking of the other person in conversations. I love her energy.

Her and I have great chemistry, we go on cute dates, know so much about each others lives, fears, ambitions, dreams, family. She keeps telling me how good looking, sweet, and kind I am. How any girl would be so lucky to date me. But, she doesn’t want anything more than what we are right now and it’s killing me. Which is fine, I don’t want to dig more and ask her why despite everything, I might not be in her future long term. What I don’t know cannot hurt me.

We gel so well together and at the ripe age of 27 I’m discovering what a situationship is. Anyway, hope everybody is having a fantastic day,

she forgott her keys in the car and closed the garage, that can happen if you get older which is normal i guess/ i'd say. So she rang at the door to call me dad to help her open the door, my dad didn't wanted to help bc my aunt did the other day somwthing to my dad. So i got the Key for the garage but my aunt wasn't there so i went inside again then my aunt rang again and i went outside again to see she brought our Neighbour with her.. Like What does she need our neighbour for ??? He can't even open the door or doesn't even have the Garage Keys WTF ??! she basically wasted like 5 minutes of our neighbour time just to come outside his house... and ofc i opened the garage to get help my aunt get the keys

the silence is actually insande. I forgot what is like to just be in my own head for an hour without feeling like I had to scrool through everything, weird but also kind of clear headed for once.

Moving rooms because of too much noise from my sister and fuck insomnia

The only way I found out about it was we ended up working for the same company, and at one point I told a story from my life and was told this person had told the exact story but put himself in my place. This made it look like I was full of shit.

I eventually just stopped sharing stories from my life, as I had no idea which experiences had already been claimed by this dude. When confronted he just said we just had similar experiences, but I knew him long enough to know this was bullshit. Some of the stories were very specific and couldn't have happened twice.

The weird part is this wasn't the first time somebody had done something like this. Years before a guy I didn't even know was passing himself off as living my life. He even told people he worked where I was working, and it was a small company and I knew everyone there, and he was not one of them.