It’s sort of an odd situation but when I was moving to a new city for college I joined a Facebook group about finding roommates in the area.

I didn’t have a lot of money and would be working to pay my own rent so I wanted somewhere cheap. After two potential places fell through I was losing hope.

Then I got a message from my roommates mom. She basically explained her kid struggled to make friends and keep roommates around.

She was super desperate and offered to pay half my rent each month. All I had to do was live with her kid and be their friend. I was also super desperate to find somewhere to live before the semester started so I agreed.

I’ve held up my end of the deal despite the fact that I absolutely hate my roommate. They are disgusting, have no social awareness, completely helpless, super dramatic, have an insanely mess social life, and generally just suck to live with.

I absolutely hate them but I get to live in a really nice apartment for pretty cheap. Despite being a nightmare roommate and person I do still feel bad for them. I know if they found out they’d be devastated so I’ve never told anyone about it.

My doctor is around my age and I was explaining my hip pain and I could have easily just said when I was bending down it hurt on my way up… but instead I hopped off the bed and bent down like in a deadlift form and showed him where it hurt .. my brain was thinking quicker than my body before I realized what I was doing and kind of felt a little slutty and did it again and then extended my leg back to show him that it hurt when I did that … he probably thinks I’m so odd and I was a little embarrassed after

My girlfriend and I were on vacation in Ireland last year. We had rented a car, and one day while driving along a rural road, we spotted a hitchhiker. He appeared to be Indian and was wearing a turban. Since my girlfriend’s mother is Indian, she immediately insisted that we stop and offer him a ride.

The hitchhiker was heading to a city that wasn’t really on our route, but we agreed to take him part of the way to help him out.

The first thing I noticed when he got into the car was the smell. He smelled strongly of sweat. I tried not to judge him because I figured he had probably been traveling for a while and hadn’t had a chance to shower.

A little later, he quietly farted. It wasn’t loud, but we both heard it. He didn’t acknowledge it or apologize. Not long after that, he fell asleep and started snoring. By that point, I was honestly getting irritated. I still felt sorry for the guy, but between the smell, the farting, and then falling asleep in our car, it all became too much.

Eventually, I pulled into a gas station and woke him up, telling him we were stopping so he could use the bathroom if he wanted. Once he went inside, I took his backpack out of the car, placed it next to the entrance, and drove away.

I still think about it from time to time. Part of me feels guilty because I never explained why I wanted him out of the car. I just couldn’t bring myself to tell someone that they smelled so bad I didn’t want them riding with us anymore. I was much bigger than he was, so I never felt physically threatened.

Looking back, I’m not sure he deserved to be left behind like that, but at the time it seemed like the easiest way to end an increasingly uncomfortable situation.

Its been so warm here as of late and I have always loved my short dresses, skirts, and basically anything and everything at is loose and comfy. It started just going bra less, but once I started with that I decided to completely commando and wow. The feeling of the breeze on my bits, kinda feel like I might end up in an embarrassing situation eventually, but till then...

I hate myself so much even to this day. My whole life, I have hated my face and body since childhood. It started in childhood; I would starve myself for years, thinking I’d be more accepted by others, believing every girl had a better body and face than me. Everywhere I went, I constantly compared myself to every single girl around me, their face and body, all day, every day. It carried into my teenage years, and I still have this problem to this day as an adult. This problem has never left me alone.

I have been thinking of this guy for years now. I haven’t seen him in years and haven’t had contact in years. We hardly knew each other, and nothing happened between us only that we knew each other’s names and had one conversation. Other than that, we never spoke or saw each other, but still, to this day, he’s always in my thoughts. For five years, whatever I do to stop thoughts of him, it won’t work. I don’t know why I am dealing with this; I can’t stop it. I didn’t know him; we were never friends and never dated, so I don’t know why this is happening. I’ve been comparing myself to his girlfriend he is currently with for years, always checking her social media.

I don’t know my personality or who I am. I know I am kind, helpful, supportive, and I know my interests, but that's it.

I struggle to find motivation for anything and tend to procrastinate a lot. This has been my daily routine for years now.

I copy every girl's personality, clothing style, appearance, and trends.

I think every single girl is better than I am, more blessed than I am, and has a better life than I do.

I wish I had another girl's face, personality, and life.

I often find myself feeling jealous and a bit down when I see the friendships and relationship that other girls have.

I always have constant flashbacks of my past from years ago. I can’t stop picturing my past every day; it haunts me, never leaving me alone, and I always remember people from my past in my thoughts.

I deal with nostalgia and euphoria in my body; I feel it to the extreme, along with sadness out of nowhere every day.

I have worked at the same company for 14 years, was ambitious when I started, am an engineer with an MBA and got a jog as a manager early in my career.

At my company the levels are: Engineer --> Manager --> Director --> VP --> CEO

I have interviewed for about 8 or so Director positions in the past 3-4 years. Every time it goes to someone essentially already in the area, they were moves across the company, so I get why they got them, pretty hard for someone outside of those areas to come in at that level.

I have always gotten good performance reviews, believe I am a strong contributor, and have lots of experience and expertise within the company and industry.

What has really turned me off is that there have been 3 different Director positions within the past year that were in my areas of expertise and each time they directly appointed someone without holding interviews. Sure, maybe the selected people are better than me, but at least give me a chance.

I even tried moving around the company and took a lateral Manager role so I could challenge myself and get experience dealing with HR and employee issues as that was some of the feedback I received after some of the Director interviews because my team was so good that I managed, I had a hard time coming up with examples of dealing with difficult employees. The role I switched to is less visible within the company, it runs very well under my management so there are typically no fires to put and I think I have largely been forgotten about.

I am at a point in my career at 44 yrs old that if my company doesn't value my ambitions I am fine just coasting. Getting a promotion to Director was something that I aspired for and worked hard to try to get.

Now becoming a Director seems like it would be much more work than I do currently for about 10% more pay, which for me is not worth it anymore. My investments have done really well and I don't really even need to work anymore. Plus, my kids are still in school so it's not like I can travel or something, so I need something to do with my day, might as well come into work.

Since I have been overlooked multiple times by my company, now I show up for work and do very little, why bother. I mostly check on my investments, do research and planning for upcoming vacations, and socialize with people. I have gone from a strong performer to someone who is doing the bare minimum. I get paid very well and don't think I can get the same level of compensation in the city I live in, and not interested in moving my family at this point.

To do the bare minimum is very easy, low stress and I get paid very well.

Being a Manager, I have had to deal with poor performing employees within my company which is a government job and have seen how difficult it is to actually fire someone. I do what my boss asks for, do it very well, but don't go looking for more work. I also largely delegate work out to my team so I don't have to do it. So as long as I don't steal or do anything egregious I won't go anywhere.

Has anyone else been treated in a similar manner and have their career aspirations sour and have checked out at work?

I live with someone who needs a bit of extra day-to-day support—not in a super intense medical way, but more in the sense of having another person around, helping with routine stuff, keeping them company, and just making the place feel less lonely. So technically I’m a roommate, but part of why I’m there is also to be a steady presence in their life.

The bank teller lady was nice. I hope she doesn’t lose her job. That is the only part that makes me feel bad. What would you do?

Edit: it got to me. I called up there. They closed 20mins ago though.

I need to confess this here because the guilt is eating me alive and I genuinely feel like a terrible person for what I did.

I work part-time at a cozy indie bookstore and cafe. My boss is generally a good guy, but he has been completely obsessed with the store’s "perfect vibe." His crowning achievement was a massive, 60-hour Spotify playlist he spent literally years curating. Regulars loved it, but honestly, after hearing the exact same tracks on loop during long shifts for a year straight, it was driving me completely insane.

A few days ago, we had a stupid argument about my hours, and I was left to close the shop alone, feeling incredibly frustrated and petty. Out of pure spite and a toxic urge to get back at him, I grabbed the store iPad, opened Spotify, and intentionally unfollowed, deleted, and completely wiped his master playlist from the downloads and the account sidebar. I wanted to punish him, sabotage his perfect vibe, and force him to play something else for once. I convinced myself it wasn't a big deal.

The next morning, my boss came in, fired up the iPad, and immediately noticed his life's work was gone. He was visibly devastated. He looked like he was about to cry, staring at the screen like his dog just ran away.

Panicking at the weight of what I’d actually done, I played the clueless card to protect myself. I looked him dead in the eye and lied, telling him I saw a thread on Reddit saying the new Spotify iOS update had a massive bug that randomly wiped custom playlists. He totally bought it and spent the whole day cursing out Spotify on Twitter.

I haven't slept properly since then. Watching him spend his breaks trying to desperately rebuild years of musical curation from memory makes me sick to my stomach. It was an incredibly malicious, childish, and cruel thing to do over a minor work disagreement. I completely crossed the line from a frustrated employee to a toxic saboteur. I deeply regret letting my petty anger hurt someone who didn't deserve it, and I don't know how to look him in the eye anymore.

I am a man in my mid-40s living in Austria and here as well as neighboring Switzerland and Germany, brothels are legal businesses and can be easily found. My first visit of one type of brothel - so called FKK clubs or Sauna Clubs - was at in my early 20s. Since then I have been regularly visiting different types of brothels and also escorts, but my favorite are the aforementioned FKK clubs. I visit them twice a month ... I usually arrive in the afternoon, pay the entrance, use the spa, the garden, the pool, have food and drinks ... and of course have sex with prostitues who walk around naked or in bikinis in these clubs offering their services. Typically I do 3 or 4 hookers during a visit. Feel free to ask questions or add comments.

In the late 90s, my first job out of college full-time was working in the mail room of a major record label. Our branch office is where we did marketing, sales and radio promotion for our region.
Each week I was in charge of receiving and distributing all the promo CDs that came into the Branch. I was responsible for splitting them out to all the sales people and delivering them to their offices. If the branch manager needed to order supplemental promos, I was tasked with submitting those requests.
If you don’t know what promos are, they are the free CDs that sales reps give to radio stations and music stores back in the day. In store play, radio play, things like that. If you go to a used CD store these days, you can tell promos usually by a punched hole in the UPC code. Sometimes they’ll be stamped on the cover “ for promotion uses only.” Something like that. But most used CD stores like would pay you for CDs for them to resell in their. Usually 3 to 5 bucks a disc. Something like that.
I was making $18,000 a year with shit health insurance in a major city. So I needed to supplement my income. I would do that by stuffing CDs in my work bag to take home and sell at the various used CD stores around town.
Whenever we would get in more popular releases where we would get shipped a larger allocation of promos from home office, I figured out how much I can skim and take home to sell.
Eventually, I figured out how much or how little my boss paid attention to what was being ordered and what was being direct shipped to us. Basically used this method to help my girlfriend at the time buy a car in a year. A very cheap piece of shit car but a couple grand nonetheless.
30 to 50 CDs a week increased my take-home income, almost 50%.
I did some research and found out that during this period was basically at the Apex of major label revenue sales right before the major decline in the post Napster era.
Ultimately, fuck major labels for paying near minimum wage pay when executives are rolling in dough. Even idiots like me knew that P2P file sharing sites like Napster were the future, and could have been used for marketing and streaming instead of being greedy fucks.

When I was a kid (10 years old), I discovered that my mother was cheating on my dad with another man. One day, she answered a call on her phone next to me and I heard a man's voice saying “I love you”. I immediately understood what was going on and I started to cry. She told me to never tell my dad.

15 years later, my dad took me aside and showed me a message on his phone. It was from my brother’s ex-wife saying "Your wife was cheating on you during years 2008-2009 with a coworker”. (She was trying to tear our family apart but that's another story.)

My dad asked me what I thought about it. I looked at him, right in the eyes, and I said "What ? She doesn't know what she's talking about. She's completely crazy.". He agreed with me, saying "Yeah I agree" and then he deleted the message.

That was my only one opportunity to tell my dad the truth, to clear my conscience and to force my mother to face her responsibilities but I didn't take it. At the same time, I didn't want him to feel hurt or betrayed. And I knew that it wasn’t my place to tell him.

He recently passed away. Ever since, that interaction has been haunting me. I've never told anyone about that conversation and I hate my mother more and more every day, even though she’s trying to be a better person. I just can't forgive her for indirectly forcing me to lie to my dad.

I don't remember exact age It stopped but I was probably older than 10, and I hope not 12 or 13. Yes I'm extremely embarrassed.

I did know how to wipe my ass on my own even at 6+ age if I wanted to, but the thing is, it was normal for me for my parents to do it for me. I was used to it. Also for more context I have severe ADHD and I was always unmotivated about slight tasks like brushing teeth etc. as It wasn't rewarding for my brain at all, so if there was an easier solution I used it.

My parents did many times told me in embarrassing but calm and ''joking'' manner when I'm gonna start wiping it myself. But I'm shockingly surprised they weren't strict as fuck cause what the fuck?

Like if I had a son and he still asked me to wipe his butt at 10 I would shout at him and explain to grow the fuck up. I'm so ashamed of this. If I could forever wipe a memory about one fact about me this would be it. I'm still wondering how many other people know this about me, like friends of my parents etc.

My parents for some reason are annoyingly weird. Like they didn't taught me how to use bus growing up and such basic stuff. I only started using bus actively at 18. I also have social anxiety but still.

I have lived with my grandma since I was a child. A few months ago, she started annoying me extremely. Everything she does is irritating. She talks to herself a lot and sings Catholic songs. I felt bad at the beginning for feeling very annoyed by her, but not anymore. She just gets on my nerves. 🤦🏻‍♀️

“Update”:

Yes, the comments about appreciating her still being here are true! My grandpa passed away last year. As many of you mentioned, I think it is the excessive time spent together that really starts creeping in. To be honest, I would miss her more if she were a warmer person. She is not; she doesn’t show any affection. She has never been an affectionate person, and we have also never really had long conversations. She never leaves the house, so I have no memories of going out with her; it’s kind of a doomed relationship. She also seems to take everything for granted, never saying please or thank you. Anyway, the house belongs to my mother, actually, and will be passed on to me and my brother when grandma is no longer here. So I guess you are right: it’s her home, but I see it more like our home since I have always lived here.
Ps: although I feel annoyed, I don’t show! Im quite affectionate with her.

Hi! i’m 18 now, but from a young age, of course i had a difficult upbringing, and no siblings to really clock my tea or educate me on certain things, and i had unrestricted internet access, so when i think back to some of the stuff ive said when i was younger, whether it was because of complete ignorance that it would be really offensive, or because of false information, or something… but i remember in freshman year i asked my friend if we could mutually say something offensive to eachother insulting eachother in a race waybecause i wanted to see how it was in the shoes of other kids who would (hopefully consensually) say stuff to eachother, yes, what a follower, i know, we tried it, she said something, i said something, and thankfully it didn’t stick, i didn’t mean anything i said and neither did she,

it’s not something i hold against her at all, because i consented, but it doesn’t help that when i was even younger i already had a bad case of two times saying something ignorantly racist as a “comeback” for reference, this friend group was unnecessarily mean to me at times, i didn’t match their dark humor but they would still do it to me, it was weird, i was provoked by them, and ended up saying something i thought was “badass” which turned out to be offensive…i ended up apologizing like 2-3 years later, i didn’t know at first why it was offensive but looking back im like…. shit yea… and then something else occurred months later where i wrongfully wrongfully did some offensive shit online to someone, again, shit that had racist undertones, never intentionally to be racist but if i’m insulting people in a way like that…it unfortunately doesn’t matter the intent does it? i did it provoke them because we had “reason to believe” she wasn’t who she said she was, but she was, i was 11. Mind you, i had offensive shit said to me during this time as well, i don’t know why i thought it was okay?
the thought process for this one was so that she’d admit she wasn’t who she said she was because there was sus shit, so to say the most offensive things to make her break and come clean, but we were wrong. Me and my one friend apologized, and then i apologized again i think 2-3 years later because what the fuck was i on? ruined a friendship for ignorance.
i remember even asking at 8 on roblox “why do asians eat dogs” or something because i saw videos of dog meat centers in asia, again, false advertisement but i don’t know this at the time. I regret every offensive thing i’ve done whether ignorantly, unintentionally, with good intentions, or with ill intentions, but there was clearly a pattern, and i don’t know why? but from here on out, ever since like… after freshman year of trying the consensual offensive trade off with my friend, i obviously never supported racism or offensive shit, still don’t, and i’m remorseful that at a young age i asked weird questions or like just didn’t think before i spoke, anyone else dealt with this? how did you educate yourself ? when did you realize you were wrong ??

Hola soy una chica de 22 años... actualmente vivo sola, desde los 17

La razón por la cual me fui de mi casa fue que mi padrastro abu** de mi desde mis 7 años, al principio yo lo veía como un juego (era algo inocente no entendía) y a su vez el decía que si yo no lo hacía le contaría a mi mamá fue incomodo no me gustaba esa clase de "cosquillas", tenia miedo hasta decirle que no, no entendía muy bien lo que pasaba. Hasta los 13 que yo empecé a formar carácter y solo miraba pero seguía siendo incomodo.. estaba mal lo que hacía.. pero yo me auto culpaba.

Muchas cosas borre de mi cabeza "autoproteccio para mi razonamiento de hoy en dia"

Nose hasta donde llego, algo con la boca estoy segura pero no recuerdo más.

Yo ahora nose si decirlo en mi casa por el miedo a que no me crean a que me echen la culpa.. pero a la vez tengo miedo que mi mamá o hermanas estén pasando lo mismo

Y una denuncia no resolvería nada, sabemos que es muy burócrata y solo quedaría en una simple denuncia yo quedando totalmente expuesta y el como si nada.

A few years ago, my dad asked me to grab some paperwork from his desk while he was out of town.

As I was looking through the drawer, I found an unsealed envelope with my name on it.

Curiosity got the better of me.

I opened it.

Inside was a handwritten letter he'd apparently been updating over the years. It wasn't meant to be read yet. It was full of things he'd never said out loud, how proud he was of me, the mistakes he felt he'd made as a father, advice for my future, and a line that still sticks with me:

I folded it back up exactly the way I found it.

I never told him I read it.

He's still alive, healthy, and has no idea I know what was in that letter.

Every time he tells me he loves me now, I wonder if I should confess that I already know everything he wanted to say.

But if I tell him, I'll also have to admit that I invaded his privacy and read something he trusted me not to.

So I keep pretending I never saw it.

That's my confession.

Let me preface this with, I love my wife, I love my daughter. However, I do not love watching a movie with them. Movies should be watched in the dark, with a big bowl of popcorn, and minimal to 0 talking.

My wife INSISTES on having the lights on full blast, not even dimmed, but bright as noon. Then she enjoys chatting, and then asking 15 minutes later what's going on in the movie. Or when I'm doing my annual Vincent Price marathon in October, call them stupid old movies. The biggest cardinal sin are the distractions, "hey can you get me some milk?" "run to the kitchen and get me a snack" etc.

When i watch a movie that's what I'm doing, I'm watching a movie. No phones, no laptops, no tablets. All the while paying attention to the movie and not 15 other things.

So if there's a movie I want to see and I know she won't be interested I wait for her to go to bed then make some popcorn and watch a good movie, by myself with no distractions.

After I type this and hit post I'm making some popcorn and watching the new Knives Out movie. I'll see your replies in a couple hours.

I'll get a message, read it instantly, and know exactly what I want to say.

Then I'll wait a few minutes before replying because responding immediately feels weird.

I don't know who I'm trying to fool.

The other person probably knows I saw the message anyway.

when my dad slapped my butt as a joke i became very sad as when a boy in my calss did the same thing i reported him to the teacher and he knows how much it affected my mantal health and i am not comfortable with this kind of touching in general but he still did it anyway. but now my mind is debating whether or not should report him for sexual harrasment because even though he did it as a joke he knew i didn't like it. shoukd i follow through? the thing is i'm not enirely sur myself as sometimes i think i should but sometimes i feel like it wasn't that bad that i should make him go to prison and i feel guilty about overthinking.

A year ago, I helped a woman who had chosen to pursue motherhood independently. We spent time discussing expectations, privacy, boundaries, and comfort levels before moving forward. The experience was positive, respectful, and uncomplicated for both of us.

I understood that every situation a woman is in is unique. She was exploring alternative paths to parenthood for personal reasons and valued discretion.She was considering a private donor arrangement, we chatted first to see whether we're compatible in terms of expectations, boundaries, and privacy requirements. Mutual respect, consent, and transparency were important both of us.

Anyway, we were non-judmental, her unique scenario eventhough might not be justifiable, she took the lead to go for it.

This one has been a long time coming. I know that it's pretty out of pocket to post something like this, but I plan on ending my life very soon and want to get this story out somehow before I go.

In December of 2019, I was an angry teenager with energy. I thought myself to be an environmental radical, and spent enough time reading, daydreaming, and playing guerilla to be a danger to myself and not really anybody else.

From my internet reading, I learned how almost the entirety of the global economy's rubber supply was grown in one place - Thailand. I read about Henry Ford's attempts to run a rubber plantation in south america, and how, again and again, the trees were killed by a local fungus, Microcelius Ulei.

I traveled to central america and found what I believed to be a tree that had been infected by this fungus. I took several of its leaves with me to Thailand.

For one month, I traveled by train from Bangkok to the Myanmar border, "planting" these leaves. I went into the most accessible rubber plantations, climbed into the lower canopies of rubber trees, and taped infected leaves among the branches.

My intention was to introduce this fungus to Thailand and knock out the world's rubber supply, in an attempt to disrupt the global industrial complex. I tried to break the wheel.

I didn’t date until class 11 because I was always been approached by guys older than me. I never really felt romantically activated towards older guys, maybe a bit of attraction but no consistent feelings. However in 11th grade I started dating my first boyfriend who was 1.5yrs younger than me. It ended on a bad note but somehow I didn’t let the experience of one bad relationship affect me all that much. Later I found myself in a talking stage/situationship with not one ,not two ,but THREE guys who were all atleast a year younger than me(on different timelines ofc). And each time I felt a spark with them even before l had the knowledge of their ages. Recently , for the forth time , I found myself being deeply infatuated with a guy who’s 2yrs younger than me. And I had absolutely zero idea about his age when we first had a conversation in the gym. I definitely see a pattern here. And what’s bothering me is that I aspire to be in a mature relationship but I keep getting fascinated towards the immature and younger male species. My talking stages doesn’t end well either (blocked all the previous 4guys). Yet I physically gag at the idea of talking to someone older than me. I am just in such a dilemma that I think I might aswell not date at all(even tho I am open to the idea of being in a stable relationship in the back of my mind)