Another convenient Saturday nothing burger protest. I'm sure all of them will go out to vote in the midterms but don't expect applause or awe for coming out and complaining about a shit hole country at this point in time.

All of this could have been unnecessary if y'all have just voted.

Me and my friends were chillin at 7/11 when some man asked me for some coins. I instinctively went to look for my wallet and gave the man some coins. When I looked back at my friends their giving me a dirty look which confused me. I often see the man collecting garbage to I guess sell as scraps. The way my friends looked at me is stuck in my head and now I feel guilty for giving him money. I don't always give money to people, it's just when I have spare change to give.

I was just in a too good of a mood to think about the possibilities the man could do with the little money I gave him

EDIT: I've read most of the comments and I appreciate all of it! and no I'm not 12 what would make ya think that >-<!! Kidding aside, screw what my friends think of me for giving some money, maybe I'll give him food when I bump into him again. BTW my friends didn't say anything about me giving the man some money, just the dirty look. (Sorry about the title, didn't know how to word it better :[ )

Anyway, lesson learned, don't let your friends get into your head lmaooo. Thank youu

That's it. I am not working, and I barely go by in college, I cannot imagine myself finishing degree and working 9-5 for 40 years or so. I told that to my father, and he pretty much just told me that "this is how it works, everyone has to worki".

So I told him that I am going to be a NEET for as long as I can, and he can kill me while I sleep if he wants, that would be ideal for me since I don't want to live anyway.

Tried suiciee once with shit ton of benzos and alcohol, didn't work out, and I simply do not have guts to jump under the train or anything like that.

You can call me an asshole, but I did not choose being born, having mental ilnessess etc.

I know it's really really really unpopular to say this and I will get obliterated by down doots..But, I really just do not give a shit about politics one way or the other. I really don't. I don't care, I can't control it, neither can you, no amount of complaining will change anything.

I used to be able to find peace and escape in my non-political hideaways online. Lately however, it's friggin everywhere! It's so much that I have actually started becoming blind to it. If I see anything in a non-political subreddit that has anything vaguely political in the topic, I down vote it, and I don't feel guilty about it. I don't read what you have to say. If somebody starts adding political tones to their voice chat on Discord, I mute them, I just flat out remove guild chat if it descends into the same tired political bullshit too

It's not because I hate you, it's not because I disagree with you, it's just that I don't care.

I don't care about your 'insightful take' I don't care what 'new snazzy argument' you think you've come up with, I'm absolutely disinterested in your new way of wording the same boring prose over and over again about why you do or don't like someone in friggin politics!

I get it, you think it matters to you a lot, I get it that you want everyone to know that you are righteous, but guess what? You're boring! You're boring me, you are boring everyone. Let's face it, you bore yourself. You'd have to be bored to care about this shit.

Please for the love of everything.. keep politics where they belong.

( "You" Is the ubiquitous "you" not a personal attack.)

So I’m 17, I lost my virginity a few weeks ago. But my period is late! I don’t have a doctor to talk to about this and the store I went to didn’t sell pregnancy tests. I live in a small town, there is no where around me that I can find any test at. I’m really worried and I have no one to talk to about this. I hope it’s just stress or something else making it late

I've been homeschooled since 5th grade, I didnt go to highschool even a day, I have NO FRIENDS, I wish i was exaggerating but I don't talk to anyone except from my parents, my social skills are terrible, I'm behind academically even though when I went to public school I was years ahead, I will probably never be able to get a job, I have no future, if you're thinking about homeschooling your kids please don't

Husband had to get something for his mom with his truck and we decided to all go as a family (me, him, both kids [4 & 1]). It was an early morning trip so we got breakfast. Went to a “deli”, but more like an Irish Tavern. Had the MOST delicious breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes with bananas on the inside. Got full but had a solid 2 stack for left overs. 4 year old had to go to the bathroom so I took her and husband took the baby out to the car after he paid.

Come out to the car and asked if he got the bag, the boxes and the baby. He left the carry out boxes on the table and the people THREW THEM AWAY😭😭😭😭😭

They were such good pancakes too😩😩

I’m a trans woman (mtf) from and currently living in Saudi Arabia and I’m ex-muslim and no one around me has a clue! I’ve been doing a pretty good job at hiding it (or at least i hope so) and hopefully I’ll find an opportunity to live abroad and transition. I’ve also weirdly been interested in christianity, like whenever I’m forced to go to the mosque I pray to Jesus (god of christianity) instead of Allah (god of islam) and it soothes me. I don’t believe in god or christianity by any means but I feel like I could see myself turning somewhat Christian. What I really like about Christianity is that you can be a Christian and you don’t have to do all these things like fasting and praying 5 times a day unlike islam. I just enjoy the idea of praying to a god other than Allah because, you know, I’m an ex-muslim. Think of it like the people that are Buddhist in the west that believe in it not necessarily because they believe in the religious stuff about the religion but because of the nature of its spirituality (letting go of your material desires, karma, etc.). I’ve been feeling really dysphoric about my identity so anyways that other trans people or trans supporters know about feeling more comfortable please let me know. I also have been forced to go to male family gatherings (because pretty much everything is segregated by sex in saudi arabia) and I hate it, but it’s unavoidable for he time being. I’ve been contemplating whether I should come out before living abroad or just leaving without a trace. I would be so incredibly grateful if my family ended up being supportive but so utterly devastated if not. I guess I could live abroad for a while and make a plan with a therapist what my best option would be. Thanks in advance! (P.S. I’d love it if you address me with trans name Marissa ❤️).

Maybe this is just the corner of the internet I’m on, but everyone seems to be strongly against women proposing to men.

If I ever see a cute romantic video of a woman proposing all the comments are hateful, saying it’s wrong. I often see people saying that it means the woman loves the man too much (and that’s a bad thing??)

What confuses me even more is that the majority of the hate comments are from other women.

I don’t get why the tradition of men proposing seems to be the only thing that people are against changing. I see no issue with women proposing, and it just shows that we’ve achieved equality. How’s that a bad thing?

I'm 26 and a virgin. I was waiting and waiting for some girl to come along and steal my heart but it never happened. I've tried asking out a couple girls over the years who seemed like candidates, girls who I could fall in love and who might have good reasons to like me but these attempts went no where.

I am no ones first choice, the last time I even got a look or compliment that suggested I might be wanted I think I was about 18. I watched the girl I was in love with at 16 (we had dated for a few years) leave and and replace me quickly - after I thought we were bestfriends and madly inlove with each other. I have suffered so much and in these last 10 years I have had seldom a moment of tenderness or thoughtfulness from anyone.

Constantly treated like I don't have feelings, that I don't have a heart. All I wanted was true love and I've been forced to watch a world go by with so much love but none for me. I'm so tired of trying, of picking myself up and putting on a brave face.

I've been waiting for 10 years and I'm tired boss

I know most marriages fail these days and end in divorce (70% wife initiated), I know women pick for strength, money, power, status, I know that hypergamy is kind of real. But I really thought if I was good, if I worked hard and had a true heart, if I'm strong and brave without being a bully, if I can be kind when others are not so kind to me, if I can resist sleazy dating apps and clubbing but be patient, if I can be well read but not forget how to socialise, then maybe a nice virtueous girl would see me and choose love.

But I've been alone 10 years without any real interest at all in all that time, the prime years of my youth. I don't know why I am not sucidial, I do not know why I keep going to work. I do not know what it is I am waiting for

I have been masterbaiting since 2019 or maybe a Lil bit before and I can't stop masterbsiting it have been like every day maybe I had some stops every while but it is killing me🥀 I don't know how to stop and I won't tell a trusted adult on ts

I am on the verge of breaking up with my boyfriend and I just really need some help with coping with issues that last beyond the breakup.

I don’t think breaking up solves any of my issues. My insecurities are the main reason. My boyfriend and I started off as anime enjoyers but as time passed I felt more and more insecure about how sexually anime portrays women and how much my boyfriend enjoyed watching hot anime women.

I started to feel more and more insecure about my own body and how I looked. Especially after finding out that he read hentai and watched cosplay porn almost 3-5times a week to masterbate.

This summer when I went to japan with him we visited an alley with a bunch of anime girl posters that were half naked and I started to hyperventalate and it made me feel so sick. I couldn’t physically stand there seeing my boyfriend look at those posters and I had to leave or else I would’ve started sobbing.

Whenever I see an anime girl portrayed sexually anywhere I just start to feel like throwing up and extremely frustrated. I cry at times bevause of how much resentment and jealousy it causes me.

I can’t believe how hateful I am. How much I can hate other pretty women that enjoy cosplaying and showing off their bodies.

He said he doesn’t care about other girls romantically and it was just normal to feel aroused by sexual confent and that he grew up consuming it since he was young blaming it on “i was a kid and I had internet” but ever since I found out how sexual he is I just coulnd’t feel normal again.

I don’t know how to heal or enjoy anime content ever again, I don’t feel confident anymore I dont take care of my own looks anymore and I genuinely don’t know if I could ever go back to liking this entire culture anymore.

I get extremely jealous and disgusted at anything that even relates to japanese culture. Maid outfits and thigh high socks and everything about it makes me feel sick.

I just don’t want to be sick at the sight of anime girls anymore. I don’t want to be triggered by this everywhere I go because of how popular anime is.

I am going insane. It hurts my heart

Bro I've read stuff on this sub and it gives me an itch in my throat only a shotgun can scratch

This is just a joke I wanna make someone laugh

To sum it up briefly: I pissed myself in public. Twice. In the span of a few hours. As a 19-year-old solo traveler.

It all started late in the afternoon, when I decided to take a walk up a hill in Athens to catch the sunset. I brought a couple of beers and some smokes with me, thinking it would be a nice way to watch the city light up as night took over. The view was breathtaking, and for the hour I spent up there, I was able to unwind and just take it all in. I finished the beers and smoked my last cigarette, watching the world turn golden as the sun dipped lower.

But then reality hit. I suddenly realized I needed to use the bathroom. No big deal, right? I figured I’d find one at the top of the hill, so I stood up to start looking around. At that moment, I began to feel a little off — dizzy, confused, maybe just the effects of the beer catching up with me. But I shrugged it off. The need to pee kept growing stronger as I climbed higher, my bladder beginning to contract, a pressure building that I couldn’t ignore.

When I reached the lookout point, I found it packed with people — couples, groups, all there to watch the same sunset. I was at my breaking point, and I thought I saw some stairs that might lead to a bathroom. Relief seemed within reach.

They didn’t.

Instead, those stairs led to nowhere but more steps, and right there, in the middle of all the people, my body gave out. My bladder just couldn’t hold it anymore, and I pissed myself. Not just a little, but fully. I stood there in shock, completely dazed, humiliated. I couldn’t even think straight, but somehow I managed to stumble back through the crowd, my face burning with shame, and find a dark corner to collect myself.

I had three options. None of them were good.

The first and most embarrassing: Walk down to the metro, packed with people, and try to make my way back to my hostel like nothing had happened.

The second: Try to hail a taxi, which seemed impossible given the chaotic surroundings and the fact that my phone had no reception.

The third: Walk an hour and a half back to my hostel, soggy and freezing.

I chose the taxi option. I walked down the hill to the nearest street and tried to book one, but of course, nothing worked. The phone reception was spotty, and the stares from strangers didn’t help my growing anxiety.

So, I went with the metro. I had no choice. My pants were soaked, and I had to walk through groups of people, each one taking notice of my soaked state. My bladder was still screaming at me, the constant pressure never letting up.

When I finally made it to the metro station, there was a protest going on. Of course, that added to the chaos. By now, my stomach started hurting again, just like it had earlier in the day, a constant ache that made me feel nauseous. As I descended into the platform, the urgency to pee returned, more intense this time.

I paced around the platform in a daze, my legs freezing in my wet clothes, trying to ignore the fact that I was about to lose control again. I couldn’t. There was no way I was going to embarrass myself further in front of a packed train. So, I just kept walking in laps to calm the urge, ignoring the snickers and stares from people on the platform.

When the metro arrived, I squeezed between people, hearing the laughter and seeing the pointing fingers. Groups of people, mostly my chicks my age, whispering as I stood there, embarrassed beyond belief. Every stop felt like an eternity.

When I finally got off, I was so close to my hostel, but of course, I took a wrong turn. The pressure in my bladder was overwhelming now, and before I could find a place to relieve myself, I couldn’t hold it any longer. I stood there for a moment, utterly defeated, as I felt it happen again.

I didn’t even know what to think. I was numb. I somehow made it to the hostel and ran straight to the shower, my body aching, my mind spinning. I felt like I might throw up. I just sat there in the shower, letting the hot water wash over me, but none of it could wash away the humiliation.

Now, I’m lying in my bunk in a 12-bed dorm, my hair still wet from the shower, my pants still wet folded up in the bathroom. Anyway it is what it is but wasn’t fun and still not over.

Im sure we’ve all heard the phrase in the title, but, in my opinion, it isn’t something to admire. With all the suffering we witness in this life, if you are able to “never have a drink in your life”/live your whole life sober, there is 0% chance you are a sane person who feels empathy and sadness the way you are supposed to, and it’s not something to be proud of.

it’s so annoying.

I’m too white to fit into the Korean crowd and I’m too Korean to fit into the white crowd.

I grew up in a predominantly white community so I’ve only ever had crushes on Latino and white men. I never really thought about it because they were, quite literally, all I knew - but now I’m just an Oxford study girl apparently.

It’s insulting because I wish I knew more Korean people growing up. I’m not opposed to dating Korean men, I just feel as though I don’t fit into the culture. I’ve never really felt welcomed to it, but no one wants to have these nuanced discussions.

It’s also frustrating because people only see my Asian features. I have to tell people I’m half white, but that doesn’t mean they see me as white - they still see me as just Asian. I don’t get white privilege. People still ask me if I eat dog and assume I watch anime. I feel like I’m a walking fetish sometimes too.

But god forbid I try talking or venting about this. People will tell me I’m not Asian enough to talk about Asian topics and say I’m muddling the waters.

Yeah, there’s worse problems out there but god, I just wish I was either 100% white or 100% Korean

Thank you so much for the reassuring comments in the first post. I dozed off after the first few comments while waiting for him to reach his place and let me know. I woke up to a lot of reassuring comments, and the main thing everyone stressed was trust, and I do fully trust him, so that made me feel better.

I just wanted to talk to him about how the walk went just for myself, and so I could give an update here too. He wasn't able to answer my calls in the morning, and ngl despite all the positive comments I'd just read and the lessons about trust I was again about to start to get worried (honestly a comment had said this might be a me problem and maybe they're right lol).He just woke up half an hour ago because he'd gone to sleep late since he'd had coffee when dropping her at her place, so he couldn't sleep until late, and figured I'd gotten knocked out (true lol) so he didn't call me either in the night, just texted me. He has to go to meet some friends for brunch so we couldn't talk for too long, I just asked him how the walk was and he said it was uneventful but he was glad he did because it was quite late. When I meet him tonight I will let him know that it was really sweet that he walked her to her place (a lot of the comments said how great it was of her to do that and it made me a bit proud too). Thank you for helping me out when I was spiraling last night and I do promise to work on myself too.

I appreciate all the responses I've gotten on this post, but I can feel myself falling into a spiral again and I don't think this update post was a good idea, I thought it would help me but it's doing the opposite. I appreciate it, and I'm secure in where I stand with my boyfriend but I appreciate the concern. I don't think I'll be responding to this post any longer.

I’m 21F my FWB is 28M and my friend is 19F. So my 28 year old FWB called me the other day while I was with my friend and we were speaking over the phone while I was driving and he told me to come over and I told him I was with my friend. My friend was keen on jumping in and tagging along and whatever happened 1 thing lead to another and basically the next day I ain’t getting a replies from my friend and my FWB. Both of them have been avoiding my calls for the straight 2 days and I’ve driven past the FWB house and I’ve seen my 19F friends car at the front of it. Now like I’m getting really frustrated that I’ve been abbanonedd by both of them and I haven’t done anything bad and they just have basically left me on seen for the past 2 days. Any honest opinions on what I should do honestly I needed to vent out here and hear what others have to say about what has happened and if anything else has experienced this before

Hi I'm a 3rd year college student and in my whole college life I didn't even make a single friend who I can say is my best friend, Well in the 1st year I was part of the group who was really nice but as I join the college societies and started working there I was not able to make the time to meet my friends and slowly I drifted apart from the group and now here I'm in the 3rd year alone no one to talk about anything. Sometimes I think all the achievements I made throughout all the years are waste as I have no one to share it with. Whole college know me as the college secretary but not a single friend. Sometimes I feel like It's just a waste.

so may groupmate ako na 'di ko masyadong close, tawagin ko nalang sa pangalan na melai. I was told na mabait daw and approachable and then nagkaroon kami ng project sa isang sub(tour guiding) we have to go to rosario cavite for our advertisement video. 10 members kasi need every group, she asked(melai) me and my friends if pwede daw sila maki group ng friends niya so we agreed since kulang pa naman kami, at first happy kami kasi shy girls sila tapos nag ask samin and also gusto namin maka group. so nagusap usap na kami ng ibang groupmates namin about sa vid na gagawin and kung ano plano and need gawin ng every members, yung apat na girl wala silang reply sa chats or opinion or kahit manlang update wala sila.

it's been a week since nagplano kamo kung ano ganap and up until now wlaa parin paramdam. balak namin mag rent ng drone for aerial view, doon sila nag chat chat na. we answered their unnecessary questions and mga say na wala naman sense at di nakakatulong sa group plan namin. wala na sila gagastusin kundi pagkain na kakainin nila sa mismong araw and pocket money, yung transpo nila is frew na since nag insist ako na magpa-drive nalang sa mommy ko para less hirap at gastos kasi mahirap naman talaga bumyahe from dasma to rosario cavite. si ate girl(melai) ang daming demand and say about sa transpo namin, baka daw masikip, baka daw pwede magmotor nalang ibang ka-group namin, na hindi daw kasya sa car etc ect.

I know naman na hindi kasya 8 peeps sa 6 seater car, pero pwede naman pagtiisin in order for us to save money and less hirap sa pag commute. pero instead na maging thankful si ate girl(melai) she demanded na mag motor ibang groupmates namin, and ask if kasya ba raw kami in a pasungit manner, baka daw hindi kaya or baka siksikan daw, she also said "swerte nalang masusukahan" like, girl are u for real??? hindi niyo nga masagot mga tanong na importante tapos magtalk ka pa ng walang kwentang bagay. Ang daming say, ang daming demand, ang dqming gusto, what if hindi ka namin isama sa vid??? nag iinarte pa, kung ayaw niyo magtiis para makatipid kayo, mag commute kayo or mag grab kayo. nakakastress maaarteng toh.

Ok so last night, I think I had full intercourse with my besties wife,

So let’s set the unfortunate scene.

My Gf and my friends wife were gonna hang at our house but. My wife had an family emergency to deal with, her fam doesn’t like me too much that’s why I didn’t go with

And me and her were left alone, I would’ve given her a ride home but my gf took my car the only car.

So it was real awkward cuz she started flirting with me I pushed back. With crusty dry replies, I think she got the pic and slowed but she then downed a bottle of Vody and then passed out,

I’m a big cannabis boy so I started smokin and soon enough I was knocky outed,

But I woke up to her. Cuddling with me and neither of us had clothes, everything pointed to us having it, the wetness the smell , the taste, the odd feeling of amazement and disgust at the same time.

She woke up and with a big smile, still flirting.

I was so perplexed I and so confused, I could spit much coherent wordies,

I told her I get her an uber, and she agree but she walked up to me and grab my balls and squeezed them said if I ever tell my gf or her hubby, she make sure I’ll regret it. Then she sat on my couch watching tv eating my food still florting with. Until her uber came.

I feel like I might die.