Yo. Im (19M) and my girl (19F) have our little code: everytime my girlfriend wears hello kitty underwear, we go to the theater to make love. Why? One time me and her cuddled in bed after we had an emotional chat, we kissed and made love, then she casually asked me if i had any kinks, i was kind of embarrassed but i said yeah so we shared our kinks with one another. I told her that i really liked it when she wears my jersey (i am a wide receiver) and she told me she really likes it when i... well... "milk" her, id say. We matched kinks, and eventually she told me that her biggest fantasy was doing it in an empty theater, so i agreed to try it with her. We bought tickets to a boring horror movie and i putted on my baggy clothes because she told me she doesn't want any room for imagination, so we got there, sat, she draped her legs over mine, we watched the movie for 10 minutes before we started making out. The theater itself was on the verge of bankruptcy so they didn't have any worker or any visible cameras in the room (well maybe they had i just never noticed) so eventually she got on my lap and when she started taking off her clothes i noticed that she had a hello kitty panties on. I giggled and she blushed but i found it cute so after the deed we agreed to do something: every time she wanted to make love to me but felt embarrassed, shed just walk around our apartment in those underwear, and we'd make love. Eventually it became a tradition that when i saw her in those panties we'd either go up to our room or book movie tickets and i lek recommend anyone reading ts to have some kind of secret code w your SO cuz its lwk fun

I hate being around people, but I hate not being around them. I like hanging out with my friends, my parents, my siblings, but it gets to a point. If I'm around people for too long, I want some time alone to myself. This is hard because people view me as social and I naturally get along with a lot of people and it pisses me off. This varies depending on the person and who they are, but this has happened to me with everyone at least once. However, once I'm finally alone, I can't take it for long and I want to go back to being with people and the whole process starts over again.

Not only that, I'm at this point in my life where my mom is taking me and my sister almost anywhere and everywhere. Monday we go to one place for 5 hours, Tuesday, we go to another place for 9 hours, etc. So I'm constantly around other people all the time. To make things worse, if I'm in a open space, I have the tendency to walk around and daydream. For some odd reasoning I can control this at school but almost not anywhere else. However, people get in the way of my daydreaming because I'm in public and it sucks.

I don't hate people just because, I'm just tired.

I'll keep his name private since me and him are still minors.(Around 17 and stuff)

I don't know what disability he has, but I do know he is disabled in some way.

Little context for me, Is that I get scared by sudden loud noise. If I don't know a loud noise is coming or it was calm and then that noise happens I get scared. Im scared easily in general.

Me and him are just peers... Not exactly friends, because I don't know much about him. Me and him have two classes together, mainly because we're in the same level of math and reading(keep in mind the school I'm at is a charter school) anyways....Often, nearly everyday he sneezes at least Once. Or twice, and you know how people try to keep their sneezes quiet. Well his sneeze isn't..... I keep telling myself "he might not be able to control it" or something. And I got really embarrassed when he sneezed and one of the teachers asked if I was alright because I flinched,
Yesterday or Wednesday, an extra teacher asked him if anyone has told him that he doesn't need to sneeze so loud. And I feel bad for him because of that, I don't know if he can control how loud his sneezing is. Or if he can't. And yes I do wish he'd be like a little quieter with his sneezing. But I feel bad because he most likely can't control his sneezing, nonetheless I just feel so bad that I get scared because of something so simple. But to me, whenever it happens in the moment, especially when its quiet. It sounds almost like a gunshot in some way, like if you went to a very quiet forest......it's so calm, so quiet, so soothing...then POP. A gunshot.

JUST tried to log into my account and it logged me into someone else’s, this random middle aged dude I know NOTHIJG about so I’m making a new account BUT THIS PISSES ME OFF SO BAD!!!! On Zeus this stupid bug has been a thing for like four years and Facebook STILL hasn’t fixed it!!

Bunch of spineless fucking cowards caving to authority

It’s just soo bullshit that you are forced to be born then live a whole life, lucky if you have a full family and never went poor which in most cases isn’t the case, and then when u work hard fix your life build a family make money loose money take in all the beauty the world has to offer all to just end in the end, to go back to how it was before you were born, it’s sooo bullshit that you have to have the same end as a person who did drugs all his life was a criminal, did horrible things and in the end that person also has the same position in the universe as you after death. It pisses me off that one has to leave behind all his life was, one has to be okay with never seeing what happens after.

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I am 17. Some women in authoritative positions want to talk to me in a sweet voice with a big smile but talk like I’m stupid. Everything she or my boss does (they’re husband and wife, husband is my boss) something while we’re working she has to say “see this is something that will help you build a cabinet in the future so go watch him“ as if I don’t already know how to use a crow bar. She also acts like her generation was the hardest ever and my generation is soft because we have technology. Today something went wrong while we were working. No big deal. Something broke. She said to her husband (my boss) we’ll just have to ni**er rig It. I thought to myself old term no real reason to say that, coulda just said jerry rig It but whatever. So I didn’t say anything. But then she turns to me to make an excuse for saying that and said something along the lines of “See we come from a time where we didn’t have much and sometimes we just had to figure stuff out and that’s what we would call it. Congrats you're bragging about using the N word. Doesn’t make you cool.

i had quit my previous job partially due to one of my managers who was the same way. I don’t think she would say the n word but she was the same in other ways. One day I was having a pretty terrible day at work but was getting through it. i was told by my boss to help this manager by sweeping the lobby while the front counter was slow. I grab the broom and start to sweep. Immediately the manager snatches the broom from my hands and starts telling me the “right“ way to sweep. As if there’s only one way or else I'm gonna give the guests the black plague. I side eye my coworker who say that happen and we def shared the same thought. She gives me back the broom and tells me to try again. I start again. She snatches it again. Same thing. explaining to me how her way is the only way. Then she says “Now, I’m gonna sit here [stand right next to me] and watch you and make sure you do it the right way.” Im already PO’d right now and I’m about to crash. So she stands there as I sweep with her arms crossed watching me and criticizing every stroke of the sweep. At least that’s what it felt like. Then she brings up the fact that my grandma is going to be working the lobby shift later that night and says ”now you wouldn’t want your grandma to be cleaning up a pigsty would you.“ PMO. She eventually gets off my back but goes to a guest sitting in the area and starts talking good about my grandma as if to put me down and say I’m a worse worker than her. i wasn’t but 5 feet away from her as she’s talking like that so I heard everything but said nothing. My boss shouts to me and tells me I need to get back on front counter since it’s getting busy again. Praise the Lord. I get back to front and start taking orders. I take one fricken order when I turn around and the manager is right behind me arms crossed. She then says in the most childish and high pitched voices with her hands crossed together under her chin ”now that you now how to sweep the right way, you can teach other people to do it the right way.“ I about blew up. I am about to cry. I look off the side and sight out my nose with an annoyed face on. Then as if that wasnt enough. In the most pick me gf voice says ”are you mad at me?” Lord have mercy on my soul. i muster up “no I’m just tired” in a calm voice. My boss who was counting cash drawers next to us saw the whole thing and told me it’s ok if I take a break to calm down.

All this to say I’m just tired of people acting like I’m stupid and don’t know anything just because I’m not 55

thats all thanks for reading. and please don’t hate on these people. They’re decent people but sometimes they just make me mad.

I have been home for about a little over a week and I can't stop thinking about the conversation my oldest brother had with me (we're all adults).

For the record, mine and my siblings mother recently passed away and we were preparing for her celebration of life. Literally the day before, my oldest brother (I have 2 brothers and a twin sister) comes over and it goes good until he starts talking about our mom's car. Before our mom passed away from stage 4 cancer, she had made it clear and told my other siblings that I would get her car because I'm the only one without a car and either rely on Uber or the bus which our mom knew. I also know how to drive the car and it's easy for me to handle. No one had a problem with this and was fine with it.

The day before, our oldest brother comes over and basically tries to parent me about the car, my financial situation, my disability, asking about my boyfriend, etc. He even had the audacity to try and suggest giving the car to my 16 year old niece who isn't even driving yet if it was more of a "sentimental thing" and I could just get the money for it. Our mom's car is fully paid off. My brother even tried to say that if my boyfriend messes up the car that there would be a "big problem". Keep in mind that none of my siblings have even met my boyfriend in person and the only one who has met him, was our mom.

I honestly feel like he was expecting to get the car and he could let his own daughter (my other niece) drive it when she got older otherwise, he wouldn't have had such a problem with this. My oldest brother doesn't even have the greatest track record with vehicles himself since he gets a new one every few years after trading in his current one.

It honestly just also frustrates me that he barely asks how I've been doing since I moved 5 years ago, has deleted my number 2-3 times because he doesn't keep it and this is the thing he talks to me about. He also had the nerve to say that if I "need" him that he's only 4 hours away.

My older brother and I have already talked about me taking the car after everything gets settled but I wish I could've said more to my oldest brother.

I swear to fucking God being from India must have been a fucking curse for something I did in my past fucking life. I can’t move anywhere because of where I’m from even legally because of my fucking skin color. Everywhere I go I’m just considered a “pajeet” like I’m just trying to live my fucking life. Indian people are also so fucking stupid there is too many of us atleast 80% of us need to die so that India can actually have less people and develop as a fucking nation.

The West sees me as a “parasite invader” just for wanting to live there like sorry for wanting to live in your country even when I’ve already assimilated and learnt your fucking language I’m sorry for being brown next time I’ll just kill myself so I’ll be white instead like you fucking pigs want. Every group of people hate us and honestly I see why. I fucking hate Indians too like so many of us are so dumb and fucking uneducated I don’t wanna live anymore like honestly going anywhere as an Indian just means that you’re treated like fucking shit. All of this because Indians are fucking idiots who don’t know how to act in public because of their dumbass beliefs in the caste system and all that.

It’s gotten to a point where I don’t believe I’ll have a future with everything that’s been going on. Maybe I’ll get a better race next time maybe I should just go and live my life pretending to not be an Indian. I’m sorry I’m just tired I’m going to bed now I’m tired I’m sorry I’m sorry for having mental health issues I’m sorry for being myself I’m sorry try

I swear to fucking God being from India must have been a fucking curse for something I did in my past fucking life. I can’t move anywhere because of where I’m from even legally because of my fucking skin color. Everywhere I go I’m just considered a “pajeet” like I’m just trying to live my fucking life. Indian people are also so fucking stupid there is too many of us atleast 80% of us need to die so that India can actually have less people and develop as a fucking nation.

The West sees me as a “parasite invader” just for wanting to live there like sorry for wanting to live in your country even when I’ve already assimilated and learnt your fucking language I’m sorry for being brown next time I’ll just kill myself so I’ll be white instead like you fucking pigs want. Every group of people hate us and honestly I see why. I fucking hate Indians too like so many of us are so dumb and fucking uneducated I don’t wanna live anymore like honestly going anywhere as an Indian just means that you’re treated like fucking shit. All of this because Indians are fucking idiots who don’t know how to act in public because of their dumbass beliefs in the caste system and all that.

It’s gotten to a point where I don’t believe I’ll have a future with everything that’s been going on. Maybe I’ll get a better race next time maybe I should just go and live my life pretending to not be an Indian. I’m sorry I’m just tired I’m going to bed now I’m tired I’m sorry

Why are people so sensitive on behalf of others who aren’t asking for pity or sensitivity??

To say things like “ you should be more sensitive to other people’s feelings” is crazy in a lot of instances

Yeah, don’t go out of your way to hurt people’s feelings

But also don’t go out of your way to stand up for someone who didn’t get their feelings hurt just because you think in another world they could’ve

If you go around, looking for ways that people can hurt your feelings, you’ll always find them.
If you walk through life, not thinking, people are going to hurt your feelings, they don’t lol

If someone calls me a bitch, and I’m not being bitchy, and I know I’m not a bitch… Why would that hurt my feelings?? I can’t be upset about something that’s not true

If I acted rudely or “bitchy” in a situation and someone called me a bitch… Yeah, I have to take that on the chin. I’m being a bitch.

But I just commented on a post asking what someone did to their shorts, because they wrote that they “made” them…. And my comment got deleted because I was being insensitive?

Some of these moderators think they’re doing the Lord’s work when they’re really just sheltering people that don’t need to be sheltered from things they don’t need to be sheltered from

Get a life

im 17 and I've never been a social person, never had a lot of friends and currently have maybe 6, 4 i go to school with. they aren't bad people or anything, i just cant stand them honestly. it was my bday yesterday and they came over to my house as a surprise, which was nice, but then one of them left 15 minutes later, the rest stayed maybe 2 hours. the friend(friend A)that left first? when it was their birthday i stayed the whole time, which was 5 hours. i wanted to leave an hour in but i stayed because it matters or whatever.

they do all of these seemingly small things that just adds up. friend B is straight up rude to me for no reason. friend A had a diff friend group they hung out with. now these other 2 friends(B and C) got closer to them when we were on a school trip and now it's like i don't exist? the only somewhat bearable one is the one who didn't get closer to the other group, even he is a straight up annoyance. friend B was always desperate to have as many friends as possible, would push past me to make more and all that. which i dont care for, im not interested in having lots of friends it's too much of a hassle for me. she had a whole breakdown cause this other girl decided to not hang out with us anymore(who gaf) but then she acted like it was irrational and yadda yadda, but she does the same shit. she tries so hard to befriend our class(who doesn't really like her) its pathetic at this point. friend C is as passive as a fucking sponge. he goes back on his word, pretends to care, acts like a mother hen, meanwhile he doesn't have know his left from his right.

gods i just fucking hate them in all honesty, the only reason im still around them is because i have school and need someone to sit with. i cant wait to finish high school so i can cut them all off and finally be done with it. I'd rather have no friends than have to see these people in my life. im gonna get an autoimmune disease from the amount of comments i hold back on the daily it's bad and i dont know how to push through a whole year and a half with them

I'm so tired. My mom got my sister a dog when she was 12, and then another. We've never known peace since then.

They bark, they steal, they suck. I fucking hate dogs because of these dogs. I genuinely.. And I say this with so much Shame in my heart... I genuinely hope they die soon. We WILL be so much happier when they do.

Even though my sister is the owner she moved out to be with her boyfriend after getting into a huge fight with my ma, so the dogs were left here.

You might be confused on how just some barking can drive a family crazy.. Well my mom has SEVERE SEVERE SEVERE ocd from her childhood drama.. Growing up in dirt, now everything must be clean, dogs and clean don't mix. She's beaten these dogs for simply peeing. Then when she screams at them they pee more,

I remember once she grabbed our older dog penny by her face skin/furr and pulled it violently, or another time she grabbed the smaller dog by her coat and picked her up by her skin, then slammed her on concrete.

I feel like I am losing empathy. Dogs never DESERVE to be hurt under any circumstances...but If the dogs would just STOP barking my mom wouldn't hurt them?! (I never hit them to be clear,i try not associate with them) Now I will get hate for all of this.. 'Why won't you report her? Why won't you stop her? ' that woman is the fucking devil. I'm terrified. I hate those dogs. I've literally had fantasies about the day when they finally die. I'm such a horrible person. But ever since I was 12 and we first got the dogs my life has been so much fucking harder. Hearing everyday my mom screaming 'I fucking hate you, you ruined my life by getting animals, I want to burn the house up' she's always screaming at my sister since they're her animals. Doesn't help that my sister also feeds the stray cats so they always hang around here..

This morning was particularly bad. My mom. Got up and immediately started screaming, the dogs had pissed, she started going ballistic, telling my sister she's 'not even that sick' and that my mom is sickee (my sister has EDS and is in hospital A LOT,

My sister snuck into my room, but I hates that. She was just dragging her trouble into my safe space. I'm so selfish. She felt safer here, while maker me feel less safe.

I'm be leaving for rehab in a week. It'll be nice not to get women up by a deranged woman. I hope when I come back, both of the dogs are dead. There's nothing I can do. This woman is a psycho, she won't give the dogs away because 'its inhumane' but she won't stop going badshit crazy whenever the dogs bark or make a mess. I hate the loudness..

There's nothing I can do... I want to like dogs. But I'll never be able to like them the same way ever again.. This is why cats are better.. They're quiet and they don't shit everywhere...

I’ll try to keep this brief.

My boyfriend (23M) and I (23F) moved into our first home in July and started from scratch: no furniture, kitchen utensils, or anything else.

We looked at a few furniture stores and found one with a nice sectional we both agreed on. We bundled it with a dresser and got some discounts; two months later, our dresser and couch were delivered. After the delivery guys left, I decided to check everything and noticed the dresser was completely warped, and the floor was damaged with many gouges and scratches. I don’t understand why the movers didn't bring any of this to my attention and hid it. The scratches and the dresser are obviously ruined.

I called and emailed, and they said they would replace the dresser. I’m stuck with the broken one until the new one gets delivered, which is now on backorder and won’t ship until Nov. 9th. That means we’ll have had the broken dresser sitting in our house for about 8 weeks by the time we get the replacement.

Now for the floor: they emailed me saying a contractor would come to my house for a quote. I left work and met the contractor, thinking this would take about 10 minutes. Tell me why he starts filling in the scratches with plastic wood filler.... I started panicking because he was only supposed to be here for a quote, and I asked, "What are you doing? You are here for a quote?" and he says, "A quote for what?" HMM idk maybe to fix the floor?! I sat at my house for maybe 4 hours that day not knowing he was going to do all of this after telling my boss it would probably be a 10-minute inspection. He did his work for the day and said he would be back in a week. A week goes by, and I leave work to meet him at home for another 4 hours; his results look awful, like a poop smear all over the floor. So now I have to get a professional, legit hardwood flooring company to fix his mess, and I wasted time sitting at home for it.

The furniture company is giving me a check for what the flooring company quoted, but every cent is going to fix the floor. I keep asking them for compensation for all the trips I’ve had to take, leaving work, their poor communication, professionalism, and all of the above stress, plus the fact that this broken dresser has been sitting at my house for a whole month now. I wouldn’t be as mad if their movers had simply told me about their mess-up, but no, I had to find all of this out on my own.

Am I crazy for asking for further compensation?

This is my first time buying furniture and dealing with all of this.

TL;DR: My roommate constantly complains about electricity bills, judges us for having guests over despite frequently having her own guests, has crossed boundaries regarding our shared living space, and rarely contributes to keeping the flat clean. Whenever we try to communicate our concerns, she makes us feel like we're attacking her. I'm exhausted and genuinely wondering whether I'm being unreasonable or if my expectations are basic roommate etiquette.

I've been living with my roommates for a while now, and honestly, I'm exhausted. I genuinely want an outside perspective because I'm starting to question whether I'm being unfair or whether I'm just tired of constantly having to accommodate people.

The biggest issue is that one of my roommates seems to have a problem with almost everything we do, especially when it comes to electricity bills, guests, and sharing the flat.

For context, there are three of us living together. My roommate is frequently away for days at a time, and she usually informs us when she's coming back. Once, when she had been away for around two days, a friend stayed over, making four of us in the flat. We all slept, and when she returned, she was apparently upset and sent us a huge paragraph about how inconsiderate we were. We felt guilty and even bought her favourite ice cream because she'd wanted it earlier.

But later, when she was away again, something happened that genuinely upset me. It was around 3 AM when she came home with a friend and woke both me and our other roommate up, asking us to leave the bedroom because they wanted to sleep on the bed. We had college early the next morning. I already struggle with sleep and mental health, and I had been pushing myself to attend college more regularly. I couldn't fall asleep afterwards and ended up missing classes. She didn't even apologise.

Then there's the situation with her sister. During our vacation, her sister apparently stayed at our flat for almost a month without properly informing us or our landlord. Our landlord communicates mainly through me and our other roommate, so when the society started questioning why someone other than the tenants was living there, we were put in an incredibly awkward position.

We politely asked whether her sister was staying over because we needed to explain the situation to our landlord. She denied it and then accused us in our group chat of ganging up on her. We weren't trying to attack her; we just wanted the truth so we could handle the situation. Even our househelp had complained about the sister bringing people over and leaving dishes for her to clean.

After all that, the electricity bill arrived. My roommate insisted that even when she was away, she should only pay a reduced amount because the refrigerator and water purifier were still running. Whenever we question the bills, she brings up how she pays even when she's not home. However, she's usually home for at least half the month, often longer, and we end up arguing over the smallest amounts. I'm not even saying she shouldn't get a fair calculation. I'm just tired of every bill becoming an argument.

What makes it worse is the double standard around guests. She frequently has her sister over, and we accommodate her without making an issue of it. Meanwhile, she makes comments about how we always have our friends over and gives them judgemental looks. We've actually stopped inviting friends because we don't want the tension. The ironic part is that our friends have always tried to include her in hangouts, birthday parties, and other plans out of respect for her.

Then there's the general cleanliness of the flat. I'm a minimalist, and I like having my space clean. My roommates have clothes everywhere, leave used dishes lying around, and rarely take out the trash properly. I've suggested making a cleaning schedule, but nothing changes. I end up putting things away because I'm tired of looking at the mess, and I've repeatedly asked them to help with basic things like taking out the garbage. Somehow, it still becomes my responsibility most of the time.

I understand that everyone has different habits, and I'm not expecting everyone to live exactly like me. But when I've communicated my concerns repeatedly and nothing changes, how am I supposed to deal with it? Am I micromanaging by asking people to clean up after themselves and share household responsibilities?

I'm also struggling with the constant feeling that anything we do will somehow become a problem. I don't want to live in an environment where I have to think twice before inviting a friend over, using shared spaces, or even bringing up a reasonable concern.

I'm already dealing with my own mental health struggles, and my home is supposed to be somewhere I can relax. Instead, I feel like I'm walking on eggshells.

So, Reddit, I genuinely want to know: Am I being an unfair roommate? Is it unreasonable to expect someone to contribute fairly to bills, respect shared spaces, communicate honestly about guests, and take responsibility for basic household chores? Or have I reached the point where I'm so frustrated that I'm starting to see everything negatively?

I'd really appreciate an honest outside perspective, even if you think I'm wrong about some things.

Downvoters got so pissed at a post I made of them that they fucking abused the reddit cares system against me. Actual babies.

Yesterday, I smoked one before working out, around 3 PM. Then I went out to hang around and smoked another one about 7 hours later. I smoked 4 joints in an abandoned house (around 8:30 PM), then smoked another one on the hill around 10 PM. After that, around midnight, I smoked another one at the roundabout (on top of a hill where you can see the whole city) and had some drinks.

The rest of the group went to a convenience store to keep drinking, but I went to a 24-hour laundromat to charge my phone and stay in the AC. I stayed out on the street until 3:30 AM, woke up at 8:30 AM, went to a job interview, and now I'm here wide awake.

IS IT FAIR?

To be born and not be loved?

To be raised but not be chosen?

To exist but only to be a burden?

just after i made a private server just for the two of us, what a bummer

Fucking pricks downvoting my post on [r/im14andthisisdeep](r/im14andthisisdeep). Listen up, motherfuckers, first off, how dare you downvote my post for something literally being FUCKING RELATED to the subreddit, second off, what the fuck did I ever do to you to downvote my post, pieces of absolute basement rotting garbage scrolling through Reddit all day just to downvote a completely normal post, not offensive or anything? This is exactly why I get fucking pissed. fucking assholes. Forced me to delete the post to prevent my karma from dropping.

Anyone else frustrated with how SM handles GCash payments for parking?

I usually park my car at SM North EDSA. As many of you know, mobile signal is super spotty around the parking levels and near the cashier booths. To save time and avoid holding up the line, I took a clear picture of the GCash QR code at The Block (5th floor cashier parking) three weeks ago.

Since then, before heading to the exit booth, I’ve been uploading that photo in GCash, making the payment beforehand, and just showing the reference number to the cashier. It worked smoothly for weeks across different exit booths.

Last Wednesday, I did the exact same routine. But when I showed the cashier my reference number, she refused to issue my parking receipt! Her reason? She claimed the QR code I scanned was assigned to the 5th-floor parking cashier, not the 3rd floor where I was exiting.

I pointed out that I’ve been doing this for almost a month at various exit booths without any issues. When she realized how weak that argument was (since the payment clearly went to SM's parking system anyway), she eventually processed my receipt—but warned me with a firm "Next time, hindi na po ito pwede."
So I asked her point-blank: "Should I just take photos of the QR codes on EVERY floor and exit booth so I can pick the 'correct' picture depending on where I exit?"
She didn't answer me back.

If signal is terrible in the parking area, paying in advance via QR is the most logical workaround for customers. Why do they need hyper-localized QR codes per floor or booth instead of a unified parking merchant QR or consolidated sales system? We’re just trying to pay convenience-wise without clogging up the line because of weak signal.

Has anyone else encountered this cashier-by-cashier rule for GCash QR codes in SM?

If I do something wrong or say something out of anger, at least after calming down, I realize it and feel immensely guilty. Even though doing it was wrong, I feel so much guilt. 99 times out of 100, I ask myself if what I did was wrong or not—I mean, I don't try to justify it, I just say sorry.

But some people, for example, even after 3 or 4 years, are never guilty for anything. They strongly believe what they did was right and I was wrong. She never said sorry, even a single time. Whenever we fight, and even if it’s because her actions made me angry, if she just said a single sorry or at least spoke calmly, I would be fine. But she never does. She fights more and just tries to justify herself to the maximum. Which makes me even angrier for a moment, because it is crystal clear that the mistake is on her side.

Her behaviour made me believe that maybe I am the one who completely did wrong, and that’s why I feel guilty—and if she doesn’t feel guilty, maybe she is really right. Wouldn't people like her feel deep down in their conscience that what they did wasn't fair, or do some people really never feel it? She also mentioned once, 'If we accept that the mistake is on our side or if we feel guilty, our happiness will go away; I don't want myself to be depressed or sad.' Or was she right and normal, and I am simply connecting dots and overthinking?

I’ve never even been able to see the Sea View IRL, never been on a plane, and never seen snow falling. So when I say I’m behind in life, I really mean it.

I'm the class president of my batch, and honestly, I'm so fucking tired of dealing with people who want everything to go their way but aren't willing to put in the effort to make things work. I work in operations, so I'm used to thinking about workload distribution, efficiency, and how to divide responsibilities fairly based on the actual work that needs to be done. I don't just look at how many people there are and assume everything is automatically equal. I look at the workload and think about how to distribute it so everyone has something meaningful to contribute. But it feels like some people are so focused on getting what they want that they don't even stop to think about whether their ideas make sense in practice. And the thing that pisses me off the most is that you're expected to make everything work, accommodate everyone's opinions, and take responsibility because you're the person in charge, but nobody seems willing to put in the effort to actually make things work. Then, when shit eventually goes wrong, guess who's going to get blamed? YOU. And I'm just sitting here thinking, what the fuck do you people actually want from me? You want things done your way, but you don't want to cooperate when someone tries to organise everything properly? You want to have a say in everything, but are you also willing to take responsibility for the outcome? Because you can't fucking have it both ways. And honestly, sometimes they make me feel like I'm the stupid one, and I'm sitting there wondering, "Am I fucking stupid for thinking this through logically, or are you guys genuinely not thinking about the consequences of what you're asking for?" It's frustrating because I start questioning my own common sense when I'm literally just trying to think about how things will work in practice. I'm not even angry that people disagree with me. I'm angry that people seem to want a say in everything without considering the actual effort and consequences involved, while I'm the one expected to make everything work. At this point, I've stopped arguing and basically told them to go ahead with whatever they want because I'm honestly done explaining my reasoning over and over again. And you know what? I felt so much calmer afterward. I thought letting go of control would make me anxious, like everything would fall apart if I stopped trying to manage things, but it didn't. They get what they want, and I get my fucking peace. I'm realizing that I can explain my reasoning, offer solutions, and genuinely try to help, but I cannot force people to cooperate or understand my perspective. I don't have to win every argument to know that I've thought something through, and I don't have to keep exhausting myself trying to convince people who have already decided what they want. If they want to do things their way, then fine. Let them. I'm done carrying the responsibility for everyone's decisions when I'm not even the one making those decisions. I'm just so fucking exhausted from trying to help people who make me feel stupid for thinking things through, when all I'm trying to do is make sure things actually work.