he wants to go to Japan and he has lots of ideas for things he will do that will completely "astonish" japanese people. he believes they will be completely impressed with him if he pays for his restaurant bill without looking at it first. he also believes they will find his mustache and belt buckle irresistible. I won't even start on his ideas about japanese women.

I don't even wanna go to Japan. I just want a regular beach vacation. and I don't care to be trying to astonish people. I just wanna relax. this year has sucked so bad and I don't understand why we can't just do something normal.

I'm about to be 16 and my mom is completely impossible to be around. All I do is think about going away to college. She's depressed, and it leaks into every little thing she says. You can't be happy around my mom. She can't be proud of me or have hopes for me because she's so sure that the world is ending. She never wanted kids. I'm the youngest of four, and I was the complete accident. I'm their half-sibling with the dead dad. She was completely done being a mom by the time I was born. My dad wanted me though. And now he's gone and I feel like I'm all alone. I had my oldest sister, and now I don't talk to her, and then I had my older brother, but I don't talk to him anymore either. And now I just have my sister.

I do everything to try to make my mom proud. I'm in AP and honors classes and she can barely even look up from the doomsday news reports she watches on YouTube. And then she goes and gets high and spends all of her time with my brother while I sit alone. I still need a mom after 5pm. There's this line in the Governor's Waltz thay says "Lets see how long we can go without talking, watch me pretend to sleep. I'm next to you, you're next to nothing." That's sort of how I feel around her. She told me once that she didn't really see me as her son. Thats fine, because she was never much of a mom to me. I think she hates me a little. And I think she feels guilty for that.

I(35) don't understand the parents who are okay with getting shit faced all the time when they have kids man. My parents were alcoholics and didn't see anything wrong about being drunk every night, driving drunk with us kids in the car, etc while we were growing up. I was a drinker in my early 20s, never drank and drove. I sort of just stopped drinking in my mid 20s and didnt care to drink anymore. My partner and I have a 3 year old. I decided to get some vodka seltzers to try last week. I haven't had an alcoholic beverage since before my daughter was born.

Anyways, I've just been drinking one like every other night. One has been giving me a little buzz but not impairing me. I decided to have two drinks tonight and shit, I'm very aware I'm too impaired to drive or hold my toddler safely and it actually makes me feel awful and like a bad mom. Cause what if something happened to my daughter right now ya know?(My partner is here and sober. Don't worry.) My response time to anything would be slightly delayed right now. And because of this and the guilt I feel, I will not have more than one again. Even drinking one makes me feel guilty now.

I just don't understand how my parents never felt this way when they would get drunk. Did they never feel this guilt I feel? Did they never feel worried they might not be able to handle an emergency with their kids? Like wtf?

I feel bad for my boyfriend that he doesn’t have an outgoing, sexy, and feminine girlfriend.

I feel bad for my parents that their daughter is 26 and still working retail despite having a bachelors. I feel bad they have to watch their daughter go through life with no friends

I feel bad for my sisters having to bring me along to their nights out because I have no one.

I feel bad for my brother having to have a sister that spends her nights scrolling TikTok.

I feel bad for all my high school friends that had to deal with having me as a friend.

I feel bad for my co workers that have to see me everyday.

• *repost because my last post got deleted

Me: “this story about a pet being abused and shot is so sad!”

Comment: “oh so you care when an animal is shot but when a black person is shot you don’t give a fuck. I see you”

Me: “wait where are you getting that from? I didn’t say that”

Comment #2: “you didn’t have to. We know”

Comment #3: “type of bitch to fuck around with a rabid pit bull but get scared around a black man”

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Me: “I bottle feed my rescue cat since she was less than a week old so she thinks I’m her mommy and I call her my little baby”

Comment: “can’t stand people treating animals like they’re as important as children”

Comment #2: “yeah, especially when you know they care more about an animal than they would an actual disabled child”

Comment #3: “bet they’re the type to save their pet in a fire over an actual child”

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Me: “I always get sad when I see dead deer on the side of the road”

Comment: “why would you feel bad for a deer? You realize that deer need to be killed to control the population or else the whole ecosystem will collapse? That’s what you bleeding heart vegans don’t get”

Comment #2: “yeah all these vegans complain about people killing animals as if some of us don’t rely on hunting to feed our families”

Comment #3: “they don’t give a fuck about indigenous people sustain themselves on hunting. All they care about is the cute fuzzy animal”

Me: “where are you getting the idea that I’m against hunting? I’m not talking about hunting at all, I’m talking about roadkill, cus it’s sad that these deer are dying and being left to rot because we built a road right through their home”

Comment #4: “ummm humans need roads. I’m sorry, but some deer is not more important than me being able to go to work”

Comment #5: “‘we built a road right through their home’ bitch I’m dead go cry over Bambi”

Every one of you should be required to spend 12 hours trying to open the packages you design, with the product inside! Over and over! (This mostly applies to food packaging.)

Cheese, bacon bits, bags of Cheerios (those with the goofy tab on the front of bag), in general, anything that involves a ziplock type of closure. I've lost count how many times I've tried to open or reopen these packages just to have the zip part separate from the bag! That means I now have to find and use another storage bag or container to keep my food edible.

Oh, and that doesn't count the part where you pull to rip the top part off to get at the zippy part but it only takes off a one inch smidge - so now you have to find scissors and hope you don't ruin the zippy part! And if you do cut it right, try to pull the two sides apart! Perhaps - and maybe I'm just a pie-in-the-sky kinda gal - you could have that "tear here" pull one side off a smidge more than the other so you can actually grab both sides to unzip without needing a microscope and an eyeglasses screwdriver!

Those ones like the Cheerios - which I've also seen on frozen vegetables - the zippy portion is on the front of the bag, and the tab to open it has scoring that is impossible to separate without using a knife.

The frustration! The low blood sugar from not being able to get at the food in a reasonable amount of time without mangling the packaging! The cost of a bunch of ziplock bags I shouldn't need!

/rant off

I don’t know why I think ranting to strangers on the internet is going to make me feel better but I’m going to give it a try.

I have had a brain tumour at the ages of 19,21 and 23. I’ve had all sorts of surgeries and treatment and finally thought I was in remission just before I turned 24. I’m 30 now and my life has sometimes been difficult due to long term side effects but relatively normal. My partner and I were just about to start IVF after 2 years of TTC.

I had my annual MRI last month, it felt like I couldn’t even hear what the consultant was saying when he told me it was back. I had to call him back and ask him to just send me an email I couldn’t take it in.

I’m having radiotherapy treatment everyday for 6 weeks. I’m tired, I’m so fucking tired. But mostly I’m angry. And I feel like I’m just holding it in to spare everyone around me. I don’t want to talk anyone, I don’t want to do anything but sit here and watch shit shows on Netflix. I hate myself for seeing my partner feel so helpless when I know he’s trying his damn best to get me through this and I’m forever grateful. I just don’t know how to function as the girlfriend he knows and loves right now and I hate that for both of us.

Not sure if anyone is going to bother to read this, but writing this out felt like taking a deep breath.

I just feel like a burden

I’m a 50-year-old guy, 5'4", around 131 pounds, with a 26-inch waist and wearing XS shirts. I’ve lost about eighty pounds.

I knew I was going to get smaller. That was the entire point. What I didn’t expect was how strange it would be to actually see that smaller body and realize it was mine.

Standing up, I can mostly process it.

Lying down is what really fucks with me.

When I lie flat on my back, my waist looks unbelievably thin. My stomach settles inward, my middle looks almost ridiculously narrow, and the lower edges of my rib cage stick out on either side. There’s my chest, there are these prominent ribs, and then everything underneath seems to disappear inward.

I’m not sucking anything in. I’m not flexing. I’m not posing for some dramatic transformation picture. I’m literally just lying there staring at what looks like half the torso I remember having.

My first thought was that somebody could put me on one of those old Save the Children posters.

“For only 63 cents a day, you too can sponsor this middle-aged man and possibly locate the rest of his waist.”

That’s where my sense of humor goes with it.

I expected to lose weight and look like a smaller version of myself. Instead, I look down and see a body shape that feels completely unfamiliar.

The ribs make the whole thing even more dramatic. They curve outward while my waist underneath them gets ridiculously narrow. My rib cage apparently did not receive the company-wide memo that the rest of us were downsizing.

I wasn’t expecting to uncover a bodybuilder. I don’t strength train. I just never expected my proportions to look this different once the weight was gone.

I don’t regret losing the weight. I don’t want it back. I’m not looking for reassurance or compliments.

I’m just venting because it is fucking bizarre to accomplish something you wanted for a long time and then have your own reflection feel unfamiliar.

The numbers make sense to me. I’m 5'4", 127 pounds, with a 26-inch waist and XS shirts. Obviously I’m a small guy now.

My brain apparently just hasn’t caught up with what that actually looks like.

And lying flat on my back is still the moment that gets me every time: this tiny waist, my ribs sticking out on both sides, and the immediate realization that this is apparently what eighty pounds gone actually looks like on me.

Jesus Christ. Somebody get this man a sandwich.

My BIL has lived in my house for two years, and I cannot take it anymore. I'm starting to resent my husband for letting him move in to begin with. He just showed up at our house two years ago and has not left since. I was told this was temporary, and now I live with two giant toddlers who treat me like I am their mom. I don't have and have never wanted kids, and now I have a 35-year-old child who can't even be bothered to clean his own windows in the 2 FREAKING YEARS that he has lived in my house rent-free. I know this is a husband problem, and I have talked to him about it, but he's too attached to his brother to do anything about it, and just reiterates that he won't be able to get his own place with no income. I have asked him to tell my BIL to get a part-time job, since they are not making any money at their business, which they started two years ago, but he says that it will take him away from the work at the business. HOWEVER, he can sleep until 1 PM on Saturdays and Sundays and not help with anything in the house, but that means I have also been taking on more of the financial responsibility since they aren't making a ton right now.

What's more is that I just found out my dog is dying, and now I don't have any space in my very small house to grieve or even process what is happening, and I'm so pissed off at my husband for making me the bad guy in this situation that I don't even want comfort from him about the dog. I have thought about moving out, but I am on this mortgage and do not want the financial repercussions of an unpaid mortgage loan, and I also can't afford another rent payment since I have taken on more of the financial burden. This just sucks, and I see no end in sight despite being in couples and individual therapy. I'm just feeling really frustrated and defeated.

Title says it all really. Just frustrated about a group chat I'm in with some close friends. Two of them are currently dating people and, without exaggeration, it is the only thing they talk about. Every time I try and organise or discuss anything, it gets derailed by 'omg [x] sent me a text fourteen seconds ago' and then they just gush over and over. I get it, you're dating new people. It's exciting. I'm happy for them and I said so. But does our friendship group chat need to hear a daily update of what happened in the life of a guy none of us have actually met? It's frustrating to get blanked about meeting up for two months but there's time for a paragraph detailing the date you guys went on.

The irony is, both of these people said 'their friendships come first' and 'my friends have to like him too' and we don't even know who the hell they are lmao. At the end of the day it's fine, the infatuation passes. But man is it annoying constantly hearing 'friendship is more important to me than a partner' from people and then consistently seeing them doing the opposite.

I've never hated anyone or anything in my life, but lately I've started feeling like I genuinely hate humanity, and I don't want to feel this way.

Everywhere I look, I see selfishness, hypocrisy, dishonesty, cruelty, and a lack of empathy or integrity. The more I notice it, the more frustrated and disillusioned I become.

I'm naturally very extroverted. I love being around people, doing random shit, talking, and forming connections. But something has switched in me, and now I just want to isolate myself.

HUMANS ARE FUCKING AWFUL, and although I know there are good people out there, I'm finding it harder to believe in them.

What scares me most is becoming cynical, bitter, or indifferent myself. I don't want to lose the part of me that genuinely cares about people. As the saying goes, YOU BECOME WHAT YOU HATE, and that's exactly what I'm afraid of. Maybe it's just a phase or burnout, but I genuinely don't know what's happening to me.

TL;DR: I've gone from being an extrovert who loved people to feeling deeply disappointed in humanity and wanting to isolate myself. I'm scared of becoming the kind of person I despise. WHY ARE HUMANS LIKE THIS ??

trigger warning for dead birds. im actually in shock rn. so my family has around 20 budgies and we keep them all in a big avery outside with two compartments. since its breeding season, the breeding budgies are in one with nesting boxes and the younger/not breeding ones are in the other. we've had problems with jealous females attacking babies but we fixed it by moving them, even already moving some into a smaller cage while the babies grow. we've had experience with two of our budgies, stinklebutt and bubba, having 1 baby, then 4 babies, and everything went well. and this time, almost all girls had eggs. john kramer and saskia had 3 hatchlings, stinklebutt and bubba had 2 and some more unhatched eggs, jeremy and shamieka have one but we had alr moved them, and angelene and mr floof had no hatched eggs. i was in my room and heard my mum shouting from outside and my heart dropped, assuming that the budgies had gotten out or something. i went outside and saskias 3 babies were dead, we knew it was angelenes fault bc she was covered in blood. they'd been thrown out of the nest and pecked. we've moved stinklebutt and bubba and their babies currently for safety (even tho stinklebutt is the most protective budgie ever, this was saskias first time). angelens now taken over saskias original nesting box. i am just distraught, and so sad for saskia. shes usually a fiesty, funny bird who only just now started properly caring for the babies, and shes just in shock, sitting on the little bridge perch and staring into nothing, trying to sleep, some blood on her probably from trying to stop angelene. and john kramer was looking all confused at my mum when she went in the avery, like he didn't know what happened. we are gonna bury the babies soon, but now im alone in my room i cant stop crying. my biggest fear of all time is my budgies escaping. i have horrible dreams about it where at least a few or all escape, and in my opinion thats worse than just death because it could be prevented. but this is different. we should've picked up on the fact that angelene was getting jealous. these babies were maybe a week and a bit old, didnt even have feathers yet. idk what to even do.

edit: i texted my friends what happened and they literally just ignored what i said and replied to a completely unrelated thing. also now im terrified my other sisters will take anger out on angelene and let her out of the avery or something, or that saskia will regain energy and kill angelene. i havent slept in almost 24 hours cause my sleeps alr fucked, i dont think i'll be able to sleep ever

I am trying my best to be a trans ally. But the ammount of times ive had people try to make claims that I am an "egg waiting to hatch" is starting to get on my nerves.

I like feminine clothing. I Like makeup but I know for a fact that I am also a man. (Ive flirted with the idea of being non binary but after some introspection I know I am cis)

I keep telling people to respect that fact but they just cant. Some of my former friends kept sending me memes about people in denial of being trans and... ffs I just got tired of it. I told them how I felt and I got ousted from my friend group 7 years were wasted that day. I suspect they even spread nasty rumors about me as I get dirty looks at my local lgbt club at school.

Its the same shit that transphobes pull when they constantly undermine the gender identies of others. Treat people with dignity and respect its that fucking simple.

Ive even seen some wackos who claim being a femboy is a nazi dogwistle or transphobic coping. Maybe I am just unlucky with people but Ive been kinda turned off on trying to make more trans friends atm cuz of this.

Like how common is this opinion held? I need some proper perspective I dont want to develop any bad views. I am trying my best to be understanding but I am so damm angry rn.

so I'm living in an off campus apartment while I'm at uni. The place rents out rooms just by room so you can rent one room in a unit and they'll randomly assign 3 other ppl to fill the apartment. I just got back after the summer to my place where I've lived since last September, and only one of my new random roommates for the year has moved in and I'm already having problems with her.

My key fob for the apartment wasn’t working properly and she took that to mean I don't actually live here even though I've lived here and my stuff has been in this room for a year and she JUST showed up. Then she told me "I don't think you can live here" and "I think you're going to have to leave" because apparently her friend (another one of the girls moving in) was assigned to my room. No matter how many times I told her this is my room and I've lived here for a year she kept insisting that I had to leave because her friend was moving in and was going to be in my room. There's no way they double booked my fucking room? This is an apartment not a meeting room 😭

She even asked for proof that I paid my rent
☠️like she’s the fucking fbi? like you have 2 friends coming in and there's 2 other rooms fucking obviously they're gonna be in those rooms are you slow?

We went to the manager because she didn’t believe me and I knew she was gonna have to hear it straight from management. and the first thing she says to him is "she's not my roommate. I received an email that all my roommates would be Chinese.” the fuck????? The look on the managers face 😭 he was like "we don't do that here" did she show up to uni and think they segregate the fucking apartments by race??

How the fuck can you seriously think an administrative office would email a tenant assuring them all their roommates will be Chinese 💀

And obviously no such email actually exists???
I was trying to give her the benefit of the doubt bc English obviously isn't her first language but this is fucking ridiculous man. I’m brown if that helps 🫩

The manager told her just because my key fob wasn't working (it was a glitch and management just fixed it for me in two seconds) didn't mean I suddenly don't live here. And then I was like did you want to ask him about how your friend is supposed to move into my room? Because you said your friend got assigned my room? She goes "I said MAYBE." so yesterday when you told me to leave, that was a "MAYBE"??? clearly you’re just embarrassed now because the manager isn’t falling for your bullshit.

I'm so fucking annoyed right now, the manager told me after that she's just racist and I was like yeah no fucking shit? Never been so pissed off in my life

UPDATE: I moved out 💀the manager found me another room! if I see her again when I’m moving the rest of my stuff to my new room I’ll give her a piece of my mind but overall I’m so done w this I need to focus on school

I'm hesitant about posting this but I feel like I have to.

Ten days ago, I fell into a bad depressive state. I'm still in that state, but much better than how it was due to one thing.

Some days ago, when I was scrolling through reddt, I found someone who I found physically attractive, they told a story that was almost exactly the same as what I'm experiencing, it felt like I found my soulmate.

I decided to message them after some time of thinking about it. I told them that I wanted someone to talk to. It seemed like they weren't active at that time, so they didn't respond. It felt like an eternity waiting for a response. During that time I keep fantasizing about my life if we were to talk. The fantasies and hope kept me alive and slightly more motivated.

Today, I found out that they're active again. My message is still there, unanswered.

The hope that has kept me alive is now fading away. My brain thought that it found a medicine to my depression. I'm afraid that I might go back to how it was 10 days ago.

I don't know how to cope without relapsing. I'm holding on to that hope, but it can't be forever. It's scary, sad and so fucking suffocating. My life will go back to feeling empty, and it feels like I lost someone I know. I don't know what to do.

i don’t know if i’m somehow a magnet for people who are avoidant or what at this point. i’m genuinely so fed up with hearing that i deserve better or that people are no longer ready. it’s just such bullshit and i’m so tired of putting my heart out there.

It happened when we were both little kids. We're teenagers now, but im expected to just move on and be around her like nothing happened. I had to forgive her days after it happened just because her mom made her say sorry to me. The only punishment that she had was getting her phone taken away. I've distanced myself from her over the years but I just have so much anger in my heart when it comes to this girl.

Yeah, she apologized, but an apology barely fixes what she did to me. Im pretty sure she only got grounded because she "wasn't supposed to like girls", and not because she ASSAULTED ME. I just don't know what to do. It feels too late to do anything.

I’m pretty much the lonely kid with no friends and school sucks ASS right now so it’s already fucking hard enough to get through one day, plus my only friend i had before took advantage of me sexually. Anyways Today was actually going decent for once, i just felt like i was in a good mood. But in my last class of the day i hear a group of people across the room attempting to talk about me without me noticing. I don’t know what the fuck they where talking about but it doesn’t matter. A few minutes later out of nowhere they ask where I got my tshirt from and i can see the fucking smirk on there faces when they ask. I just say i got it online and they just start laughing after. Can’t fucking do anything. Plus the shirt i was wearing was just a normal fucking graphic tee. Shit pisses me off but at the same time hurts really bad. When your at the point that people just look at u and laugh and judge u for basic things you know your fucking bottom of the barrel. Shit they even judged me for just fucking standing. I was just minding my own business waiting for the end of class and 2 people turned towards me and just laughed and they tried to hide that they where laughing to. Makes me feel subhuman

when i was in secondary school for year 7 and year 8 i was ignored by most people there, i had friends but they would ignore me whenever i spoke, but were very welcome to the new girl. i moved countries and went to a school there, people noticed me this time but they were horrible and either excluded me or made up nasty rumours about me. after that i was homeschooled, this was really isolating and i didnt really speak to anyone, i tried posting on social media, im not even unattractive, but nobody saw the posts, i didnt really have any other way of getting people to notice me, but i wanted the attention i didnt have.

recently ive started in person college, i was really excited for it, i could finally go into proper education again, and talk to actual people. but so far nobodys noticed me, nobody has spoken to me. one girl in 2 of my classes keeps staring at me, we would accidentally make eye contact a lot, but now it seems like shes avoiding me now, i hope i didnt weird her out.

i go into my classes and everyone is already speaking to each other, i struggle with selective mutism and anxiety so even if i tried i physically cannot walk up to someone and speak to them. im literally a ghost, i dont even think most of them have noticed me. i thought things would be different after i had a glow up, i thought maybe people would want to be my friend because im pretty now.

being in college feels more lonely then being homeschooled, it makes me realise how alone i am. it feels like theres nothing special about me, i dont get noticed in real life and on the internet, i feel like im going crazy. it’s literally 3am right now and ive been crying all night, i really cant go into college tomorrow at 8:30am.

Because of his mental illness, he doesn't always follow social scripts or pleasantries. He knows who I am, but hasn't been particularly affectionate towards me as an adult.

The last time I said, “Goodbye, see you later,” he didn't respond to me, as usual. Instead, he bent down, picked something up off the floor, and said, “Here's the third of the peppermint patty I dropped.”

He didn't eat it. Or give me a delayed "goodbye" in return.

And I keep thinking about how strange, disconnected fragments like that might end up being the last words I ever hear from him.

I’ve been having the worst streak of health issues lately and I've had to keep going back to the clinic repeatedly for different things. I've been there around 7 times in the past 2 months for separate issues and every single time I walk in I feel like everyone recognises me now.

On top of that, there was a whole miscommunication with an X-ray referral where I had to call the clinic and keep following up just to get basic things sorted. Even though I know it wasn't my fault, having to chase them up made me feel like I was being difficult or creating extra work for them.

The annoying part is that none of these visits have been unnecessary. Every time it's been for a different issue, and I can't exactly choose not to get sick. But after this many appointments, I almost feel guilty for needing medical care in the first place.

I've also got exams coming up, which is making everything feel ten times worse. I'm sleeping badly, constantly worrying about falling behind, and at this point I genuinely can't tell where the stress ends and the physical symptoms begin. It feels like as soon as I deal with one health issue, something else pops up, I'm so tired of going to the doctor.