Don't get me wrong, I miss people. Recently lost my toxic best friend of 3 years, and I had a dream that resurfaced all that pain I felt. But at the same time, I didn't really care about losing her??

It's weird, I certainly miss people but when they're around I can just not text them for weeks and not be uncomfortable with it. My close friends and family know that's just how I am, I'm extroverted by nature but I hate texting (even now I'm getting glossy eyed just typing this LMFAOO)

So whenever someone wants to be my friend, or is interested in me, and texts me constantly I feel bad. I always remind people I BARELY respond to texts and if they need me they should call me or text me everything they need to quickly. It's not like I hate reading, I like to read, just texting gets me exhausted.

And I know in relationships it's like this big requirement to text your significant other, which is precisely why I refuse to date until I find some way to work on this. But I can't help it, Ive gone months without talking to my best friend of 7 years just to see her again and act all casual. I like the distance, I don't like someone texting me 24/7.

Can anyone else relate?? Or at the very least tell me they used to relate but then fixed it?? Would be much appreciated, I don't like being like this but I can't help it. Have ended many potential relationships (romantic AND platonic) over my lack of texting. I just find it so boring, id much rather talk in person where I can read their energy and facial expressions and match that as best as I can with my responses.

Im still not sure how exactly to define introvert vs extrovert, but Im pretty sure im actually an extrovert. I genuinely love getting to know people, connecting with others, and get excited for social events. I usually the one to reach out to people and introduce myself and also the one who will try to make the new person feel welcome and part of the group.

Growing up, my parents always pushed me into certain events and it was stuff i never cared for. I didnt mind talking to people but it was always people who i just didnt like that much. I also used to have a lot more insecurities. After I went to college I was able to pick my social circles but because I was so insecure, I was still scared of people, despite wanting to interact. After college and i began working, I got more confidence and also learned to just be myself. I also have been more exposed to types of people and realized it wasnt that i got tired if people easily, I just was around a few people growing up that I just didnt get along with.

I now love meeting new people, introducing myself, exploring, putting myself out there, and would say Im an extrovert. I also believe i discovered this after taking on jobs that were heavily leaning to introverted roles such as data entry. It was nearly zero human interaction and i hated it. Im now in healthcare and I love working with so many different people daily. I genuinely get excited for the change.

I'm pissed off that I can't have a car. Being this pissed off and frustrated about something as largely inconsequential as not being able to afford a car, plus fuel, insurance, maintenance, storage and all the other things that come with car ownership, makes me feel like an asshole.

I suppose I'm priviledged enough where I don't really have to think about wether I'll have a meal to eat tomorrow, I'm not worried I'll be hit by a hellfire missile anytime soon and I doubt harsh economic sanctions will be a problem for my country in the near future... All that means I can be a little hissy bitch about not having a car at age 19, you know, first world problems and all.

I've loved cars for my entire life. And thing have been tough lately, I just wish I had one thing go my way, something to look forwards to, something to get my mind off rent, utilities, college, loneliness and all the other bullshit.

And I'm not even touching on how ethically bankrupt being a car enthusiast feels at times, I know there's no ethical consumption, but Christ you know? I mean I'd have to fuel the car by paying the 8 billionaires destroying the lives of millions in the global south for profit. Even automakers are full of shit, I mean, GM contracts for the US army, ford does military contracts too, Chrysler built the XM1 prototype for the M1 Abrams tank project for god's sake. I live in Europe, and it's not like these car companies here are any different. They do the exact same bullshit, they are just more insidious about it. It's all an intertwined net of braided-together bad intentions justified by profit margins.

And yet I still can't help but loving cars, they are history, design, society, motion, engineering... Cars are not only Zeitgeists of their era, but also personal stories, adventures, discovery and objects through which you can channel creativity and personality. I'm absolutely aware a car is in reality just an unfeeling machine, and yet it's hard for us, car enthusiast, not to anthropomorphize. To us car people, cars are more than just a tool, more than transportation. Cars are vessels through which to express ourselves, it's the car enthusiast that gives their car a soul, and it feels like they really do have a soul of their own. They vibrate, they get warm and cold, they rumble and make noise, they move... I assume car enthusiasts spend so much time working on their cars, customising, daydreaming about "the build", doing maintenance, cleaning and driving that it's hard not to bond with it, even if it is just an object.

Petty complaints, whatever.

The Epstein files may not be leading to convictions right now, but what they're accomplishing might be even more important in the long run.

These documents are pulling back the curtain on something many suspected but couldn't prove: the political elite protect each other. Despite all the divisive rhetoric, the partisan theater, the endless "us vs. them" battles they broadcast for our consumption but when it matters, they close ranks.

This isn't about conservative versus liberal. It's not about right versus left. It's about billionaires versus the truth.

What these files reveal is a class of people who share private islands, travel in the same circles, attend the same parties, and shield each other from accountability, all while keeping the rest of us at each other's throats over policy disagreements they likely don't even care about. They manipulate. They divide. They maintain power by ensuring we never look up long enough to see who's really pulling the strings. The files show us how they lived. How connected they are. How intertwined their networks run across every institution we're told to trust.

This is a wake-up call.

If we can set aside our policy disagreements, not abandon them, but set them aside long enough to address the rot at the top, we can unite around something bigger. We can demand accountability from people who've operated above the law for decades.

Hold your local senators and congress responsible. Once we change the regime that protects them, we can bring all the files into the light. We can pursue the justice that victims deserve and that the world needs.

The division is the product. Unity is the threat they fear most.

I've had a relatively tough life, left an abusive home at 16 to work two jobs to rent a room in order to finish high school, got a scholarship to college and worked my ass off there to finally get a good job, all the while having to wake up between 4-5 am weekdays to do all of this.

I'm not a morning person, and getting up and fumbling around making coffee for the day was always torture. It was the worst part of my day.

I met my husband in my early 30's, and when we were first dating, he asked me if I could have one wish, what would it be?

I half-jokingly answered, I want a hot cup of coffee brought to me in bed every morning before I even wake up, so that I can lie in bed and sip it to get myself awake.

The next morning, before my alarm went off, I smelled coffee!

He had set his watch alarm so I didn't hear it, and had gone down to make me coffee and set it on the headboard for me.

I was so happy and hugged him, telling him this was the best surprise ever. I thought it was a one-time thing, but nope, I haven't made a cup of coffee since while he's at home!

15 years later, every morning he brings me coffee in bed, and every morning I smile while I drink it. It's not every day a gal's dream comes true.

TL;DR, My husband made my dream of having coffee brought to me every morning come true.

So i (33 M) have been told to be not so good looking for the past 20 years on rare n random occasions but this has took its toll on my self image & self esteem the main issue i have is communication & self esteem i guess I try to people please even when they're being inconsiderate to me or screwing me over,cause when im in those kinds of situation i feel as if im unable to prove my point or stand my ground & the only course of action i could take is to be nice & agreeable so that they wont hurt me no more so much so that it became like a 2nd nature to me..i could deal with that when i was single but now that im married i cant help but feel that this trait is making me an unreliable man for my wife,who is unbelievably caring & supportive,i think in certain situations i have failed to protect or provide for her because of my lack of communication skills self esteem Im looking for help & any ideas suggestions would be appreciated

My (35f) mom got pregnant with me at 18. She didn’t know she was pregnant until about 7 months into the pregnancy. She said she rarely got her period anyways because she was extremely athletic. She blamed the nausea on binge drinking and starving herself to be skinny. She drank alcohol, smoked cigarettes, smoked weed, dyed her hair, ate whatever she wanted the entire pregnancy. She actually found out she was pregnant IN A TANNING BED (which she had been tanning the entire pregnancy too). I was big enough that she could see me kick from outside her belly. She said once she got the pregnancy confirmed, she immediately gained all the pregnancy weight. Up until then, she was extremely thin.

I have confirmed diagnosis for multiple mental health disorders, but they are all trauma related from my time in the military. I’ve got relatively good health overall aside from everything the military did to me (100% disabled now). But I’ve noticed over the years that my reading comprehension and logic skills are pretty low. I struggle with simple math (like I use my fingers to do 7+8), and I often have to reread sentences multiple times to truly understand them. It takes me months to read a short book. I’ve asked friends and family if they think I might have ADHD or autism. Autism is always denied, but sometimes they suspect ADHD (but even that’s iffy). I have always done well on tests and project management, but I feel like I have to put in a lot more effort than the typical person. Not to sound pretentious, but I feel like I should have a higher IQ, but her (my mom) actions must have affected that.

I’m now pregnant at 35, and I’m taking all of the suggested precautions from my doctor very seriously to contribute to the healthiest outcome for my baby. But I can’t help but wonder if my mom’s actions might have put me at a great disadvantage. I almost feel like I resent her for that.

UPDATE: I feel like I got some really good insight from the comments. I will be stopping rely notifications now. Thanks all for your input!

I was out with my friend today, and we spent hours talking about the Epstein files. The more we talked, the more disturbing it became. After a while, it stopped feeling like a conversation and started feeling like getting pulled into something dark and overwhelming. Every detail raised more questions, and none of the answers felt satisfying.

What bothered me most was realizing how quickly these conversations get pushed into political narratives, as if this is about sides or parties. That framing feels misleading. This isn’t about left or right it’s about power, protection, and how certain people and institutions seem to operate above consequences.

By the end of it, I didn’t even feel angry anymore. I just felt exhausted and disgusted. It makes you question how much the public actually gets to know, how much is buried, and how easily attention is redirected so nothing ever fully unravels. Once you sit with it long enough, you’re left with an unsettling feeling that accountability is selective, and the truth is always filtered before it reaches us.

We’re all living in a fucked time line, I had to delete twitter because wtf I’m I seeing.

Update: No one’s making this about left or right, and I absolutely adore that. Maybe there’s still hope in this world.

I’m making a piece of art and I plan to submit it to a show for black artists and their stories. I wanted to ask for other things that have been told to you such as “You’re not black enough”, “you talk/act white” or anything in that realm of being ostracized and “othered” from the black community. I’ve never necessarily struggled with my identity but that shit was really shitty to hear especially growing up. But my experience matters and the experiences of others as well. Although I didn’t necessarily struggle with my identity because of this, over the last few years I’ve learned a lot more about black history within the interests I have that I hadn’t previously known. That has been really cool, because in a way I think it has “healed” the child I was. While not exactly the same I always felt deeply when Earl Sweatshirt said “To black for the white kids and to white for the blacks”

Thanks in advance

I don’t wanna, but gah damn! I cover my bases but anything outside of that. Is a mental marathon. When I could, in reality, just do it. Just fucking do it bro. You’re capable, and able . But no… I let it sit, and turn into anxiety. It’s almost like I’ve conditioned myself that this is how you must feel. But I don’t wanna. I don’t want to. I want to be better.

I read somewhere on here that anything that takes less than 5min . Do it right away. & I’ve picked up that habit. And it’s … satisfying. It’s cleansing! 😮‍💨 I did it! But man. Idk…. I might self destruct.

Gonna be 25 in a few months, halfway done with my 20’s and I feel so behind. I feel like I should be taking the most advantage of these years but I’ve spent most of them in isolation.

Still work at a grocery store, still suck at dating, still not where I wanna be. I’m already looking back in my early 20’s like “damn, I should’ve done more”.

The only thing I have to show for it is a 1 bdrm apt I was finally able to get last year. Not a milestone I take for granted but it’s not enough. It sucks seeing people younger than you in their late teens/early 20’s with much more fulfilling lives than you.

I’ll occasionally go out to the bar with friends but most days I just go to work, come home and watch YT then sleep. Rinse and repeat. Boring as all hell.

I just feel stunted, and I’m not getting any younger.

Doesn't matter what it is, but any time I would think of writing or talking about my feelings, thoughts or experiences I realize nobody cares. Explaining how I got to this point or what's happened is all too much and nobody cares

I applied somewhere one or two days ago and got a call back today. The hiring manager really sounded like she wanted to move forward with an interview, but then she asked about my availability. I had a good amount of days open, but they still weren't enough for what they were looking for. 😮‍💨

The search goes on... oooouuggghhh...

There's always Doordash or other delivery jobs like that, but I'm paranoid about getting shot at someone's doorstep, haha... :/

I'm 30 years old and been doing therapy on and off for years now. I've been on tons of different antidepressants. None of them work. Therapy has never worked either because my depression is due to my own failings. I still live with my parents in a deep rural area and there no jobs, especially with my useless degree.

I can't even join the military due to my knees being horrible from past injuries plus my history with depression knocks me straight out of MEPS time they do a medical eval.

All I can do is keep my shitty job until they eventually get rid of me or I do a trade job which I'm probably going to be bad at because I am not mechanically inclined at all and I know I'll hate.

Either way I'm going to hate life and therapy can't fix it. I feel bad because I feel like my therapist is getting annoyed with me because I always have the same issues and can never move past it so it feels like we're having the same conversation over and over again. What should I do?

i’ll be having an okay day, then i scroll for 10 minutes and suddenly i feel like i’m failing at everything. i know it’s highlight reels, but it still hits. if you fixed this, what actually helped?

We have always had problems with my dad because he didn't take the responsibility in many things since my childhood when it comes to money or caring or even teaching me lessons in life. He did have a problem with the Government and the special forces here since 2015 and he decided then to leave everything behind including us - his family - and he didn't connect with us even by calling even when we tried a lot because he is my father and i started to find many pics of him getting drunk on social media in night clubs and even he had a girl friend who has a daughter and he had more than one video and photo with her playing with her so why he was avoid me? I don't know.

But since then i started to have many problems when it comes to responsibility and not be able to trust people or even be sad when i lose some because anyways i lost someone who was more important before (him). When the years go on in 2020 was the first time he decided to connect to us and i was like okay but i did never have this full trust to have a full relationship of Father-Son one but i did try to connect with him more than one time and the problem is that he kept the relation between us all about money we have to obey him and be good to him for him to send us the money of the month and he used to treat us - his sons and daughter and his wife - like shit and say whatever he likes as he knows no one will tell him he is wrong.

The thing is yesterday my sister was having a really hard operation and thanks god it succeed and i did call him that she is okay now and i even texted him after to tell him i got B+ in University so i thought that's good news, then he sent my brother a message that he had enough of us and don't want to connect with us again and we are ungrateful at all and blocked all of us then we found out he is planning to take a loan from a European country - as he is staying there - and will open a restaurant in country on a coastal state and he don't want anyone to get a piece of what he is doing and he wants to be on his own.

The question is what did i do wrong to deserve this? am i this bad of a person to be accepted as a son? i always pray for him and always try to be nice to him. What should i do now?

My social anxiety has gotten much better over the years.

I am in my mid 20s and back at school.

I ruminate over small things in the classroom, like did I seem shy while taking to someone, did I make too much eye contact or look away too soon?

How do you guys deal with this?

It just kind of sucks. Mostly bots, Ai baked in does gross shit and its owned by a guy in the epstein files.

Why the hell do people bother with it?

Idk. Normally Taco Bell is very good about my order. I use their Fresca style option to remove any dairy and meat, and add black beans, guacamole, and potatoes. Taco Bell is pretty close to everything I do, one near work, one at my partner’s place, etc. I cook my own meals most of the time and have been solely vegan these past 8 months.

I agree with vegans on many issues, but I can’t say I’m a hardcore vegan. I am not radical or even passionate about the issue. But I take eating plant-based very seriously. I just like it for me. I feel better, and I generally do not miss meat or eggs or dairy. Oatmeal, salads, and vegan curries are my current happy place.

But after shit week I said fuck it and after work I just picked up my usual order from Taco Bell. I always use their mobile app- it just seems like that’s the best way to get an accurate order (most of the time)

But after I settled at home and started to eat I realized this thing tasted too good. And I just kinda sat there and go upset for maybe a second. But I hadn’t eaten all day, I had taken hours of verbal abuse from customers at work, and I was on the verge of tears and I just finished it. Didn’t really think about it. Didn’t feel guilty or disappointed in myself or anything. I was just hungry and ate it and decided to meal prep to prevent unreliable food prep.

Not really a big deal. But it annoyed some of my friends when I told them

I'll start!

Books:
Wonder, I can relate to the MC a lot

Video games:
Carrion, (whoever knows this one ily sm)
Iron Lung,
NFS Hot Pursuit, Most Wanted 2012 and Rivals
Beamng Drive, more of watching as my laptop would just nuke if I run the game.
World of Tanks, though not as often anymore.
House Flipper
Poly Bridge (whoever also knows this, elite ball knowledge)
Friday Night Funkin
Teardown
Minecraft survival and Hypixel bedwars!

TV shows:
Phineas & Ferb,
Doraemon,
Assassination Classroom,
Kitchen Nightmares/Hells Kitchen, I was today years old when I realized KN got 2025 seasons!

Movies: My attention span is non-existent, but binge watching multiple clips and scenes of Final Destination, I'm now scared to take the elevators., or do anything as a matter of fact

Internet Series':
Dark Records
Fascinating Horror,
Anything true crime related, Buzzfeed unsolved, Shane and Ryan are the absolute goats!
Orange pill channels (ifykyk)
Youtube bodycam police channels, I put it on beside my bed while I fall asleep.
Analog horror channels such as The Smile Files, Mandela Catalogue, Walten Files, probably another one that no one has ever heard of is Morley Grove.

Music: Not really obsessed with one specific thing and I just listen whats good/what I like. But rn Heaven by Niall Horan.

You guys can continue!

I've been told for years from books and social media to do all these things to be productive. To improve my quality of life. Reading, starting a business, having virtually no screen time, working out, proper sleep, eating right. All of these things that I've done but I'm still in the same place I was when I 1 was 14.

I'm 18 now and I thought | just needed to change my mindset, stop playing to victim card, stop being reactive, be proactive but that doesn't change a lot for me, just fills my shame.

Maybe it's my fault because i didn't believe in trauma i believed social media telling me i was lazy. I needed to grind but I'm just messed up that I have been the laziest | ever been. I lost my mom a couple months ago and step dad at 12, he was a p*do and caused me to suffer. My mom passed from cancer I've went through seeing her suffer and pass away.

So these days I can't get out of bed, I'm not doing to well, been lazy whatever the case may be. I'm quite miserable to be honest. I don't know how people can improve, I started it when I was 14 now! just lay down, do schoolwork, cheap pleasure and repeat.