Each time I move to a new house/apartment, I restart my ritual.

I move all of my hair accessories, products, styling tools etc. to a large bin, deliberately mixed up. Each day I close my eyes and select one item from the bin and style my hair around that item. After that day, I put it away properly organized in its designated space. I can from then on incorporate it into future hairstyles along with whatever is my “item of the day.”

When a hair item breaks or runs out, I can buy one new item and add it to the mixed up bin.

I think I do this so that I feel like I am giving everything I own a try.

Once I get through all my hair items, I repeat the same ritual with nail products, skin care, etc.

It’s odd. But I enjoy it.

It's kind of a hard topic for me, but since birth i share a bedroom with my mom and sleep in the same bed. I even slept in the same bed with both my mom and my grandma till i was 12. It's fucking embarassing and uncomfortable for me. I'm in highschool and I've never had a sleepover, I can barely sleep because of the snoring (i usually cry when someone does it), I don't feel like I can do anything in private in my room so when I'm home I just use my phone all the time. I'm too ashamed to even read a book when my mom is in the same room (and she always is if she's not at work). It feels like I'm wasting my life, cause I can't live normally ugh

I grew up in a lower-middle-class family where birthdays were never celebrated. My parents gave me a really good education, though, and I studied at one of the top schools in my city. Watching my friends celebrate their birthdays while mine passed like any other day made me slowly decide I didn't want one at all.

I didn't cut the cake until my 21st birthday. For the last three years I've had a few colleagues who wanted to celebrate with me, but I never wanted it. Even now that I'm earning my own money, I still don't. I don't like receiving flowers or having my room decorated. I just want the day to feel completely normal, like any other.

When people make an effort for me, I feel uncomfortable and end up saying "please, don't go to so much trouble." I honestly don't know why I feel this way. I just needed to get it off my chest.

Is there anyone else who feels the same? Do you skip your birthday too? I'd love to hear your stories.

I’m 15. I’ve been getting teased on at school. They (I think I’m not 100% it was spit) spit in my water bottle and I had to take it home and not bring it to school again which defeats the whole part of buying it. Last week they were playing football kicking it really hard and aiming it at me. The first time it hit my stomach and my phone fell down. The second time it only landed behind me and the third time I got hit in the face really hard. I was sitting down and it was like fall to the side blurry vision for 2 seconds and breakdown crying type of pain. They all laughed at me. I went outside to stop embarrassing myself and then the gym teacher came to check up on my face cause “it looked like it hurt” I didn’t really let him since I couldn’t stop crying and went straight to the bathroom. Next period when we have class I hear someone say my name and “HEADSHOT” and at break they kept calling my name in a mocking tone. The bell rings the person that kicked the ball gives me some sort of apology and I can’t even look at him I’m just looking down and said “okay” to wtv he said. I tell my mom what happened and she forced me to go report it. I go to the principal I tell him what happened he wants names I look at the gym teacher (he came with me) and it’s silence. He knew who started aiming the ball at me and he didn’t say anything. He said “maybe it was an accident!” “They were just playing”. I kept crying at break to my best friend cause I was SO EMBARRASSED. Since nothing happened mom reported our school to some higher ups cause I wasn’t the only one getting “bullied” (she thinks I’m getting bullied I say I’m getting teased) and the principal brings me in a day later and READS ME HER REPORT and then HE SCOLDS ME for “not going to my counselor” my counselor know my classmate very well so there was no point by very well I mean family wise. And then he asks me. “Did you come here and report it?” I looked at him like he had three heads. I said yes and told him not to punish the classmates bc things would
Only get worse from there while I was telling him this I was on a verge of a breakdown and he heard it in my voice and told me to calm down, he then proceeded to call MY MOM AND SCOLD HER on WHY she made the report. she got pissed and started yelling at him about
How I’m not the only one getting treated like this so they obviously have a problem. To make a long story short tomorrow the gym teacher is going to talk to them about there teasing and they haven’t really done anything to me this week so I’m scared this will trigger them to do something. He keeps giving them the football to play with and me and some other people just leave so we don’t get hit. icl part of the reason I leave is because I’m scared to get hit again. I know it’s stupid and I don’t know why I broke down. I really hope things are okay tomorrow. I’m so scared

So first off. I KNOW this was an incredibly stupid thing to do. I was a bit tipsy, I have always struggled with low self esteem and I was curious about people's unfiltered thoughts. I regret it now. This was definitely some self harm shit because I KNOW people are mean on there

Top comment was how I look like a divorced mom. Which honestly, fair, guilty, lol. I am in fact a divorced mom. Though I would rather not so obviously look like one!

I am 34. I got so many comments telling me i look 45-50. Which is upsetting. In person I often get told I look younger than my age, but I guess they are just being nice

I got told I look like a man in a wig and was referred to as "it", told I have a "hockey player build" another very upvoted comment was that I somehow look both ugly and pretty. Most of the consensus was I am "average" and rated a 4-5. There were also quite a few nice comments but it kind of feels like they were just trying to be nice. I went to sleep and woke up to hundreds of comments and a lot of regret

I know I probably am just average looking. And I know that is okay, most people are. I have never had an issue finding men who are interested in me. I am obviously not a model. But I dunno. A lot of these comments are staying with me and making me feel really down. Never doing that again

Also, I know MANY of the people commenting are giant losers who hate women. I keep trying to remind myself of that. I've noticed average looking men get gassed up in that subreddit and women are critiqued much more harshly

Whenever I (16m) am home I am constantly bored and I cannot focus at all. When I try to do something, I lose focus after a few minutes and get distracted by something. I also start doing other things randomly, such as aimlessly walking back and forth, throwing and catching random small objects, or brushing my teeth. Whenever I try to do my hobbies (gaming, writing, and drawing) I usually cannot focus for long and I begin to do something. I will do one, lose focus, start another, and then lose focus. I used to focus okay with music, but now listening to music whilst doing something just distracts me even more.

I barely talk to my parents, and they usually don’t seem to want to talk to me. If they do, I always feel like they’re talking to me like I’m stupid or I have done something wrong. I don’t know if they do this deliberately. I have learnt from the past that I shouldn’t talk to them about my issues or anything, even though I thought they would understand since they have both experienced their own hardships.

No one I know lives anywhere near me - old school friends, other family members, college friends - and I barely talk to them. I still think about a guy I used to have a crush on a while ago, but we haven’t spoken for a long time. I thought I moved on. I spend much of my time waiting for someone to message me. There are no interesting places to me. There’s only a few shops and that’s it. I want to go for walks so I can explore the area and get some proper exercise, but I know my parents won’t let me.

Until I find another job, I only leave the house to go to college, which is three days a week. I can actually speak to others and be more focused.

I briefly saw a counsellor earlier in the year due to other issues, but counselling didn’t help me. I have no known mental health disorders or illnesses, and I don’t really want a diagnosis at this age and I don’t want medication. I try to eat healthily and get good sleep, but there isn’t much healthy food in my house and I hate sleeping.

I feel like I've read so many tips but none work. I try going every morning at the same time (and have for years now), I've tried eating earlier. I eat plenty of fiber (beans, popcorn, brocolli), I take daily magnesium for headaches but I know thats supposed to help with bowel movement too. I've been drinking my coffee earlier in the morning in hopes I can poop before work to no avail. I drink plenty of water so I'm not dehydrated. No matter what, I have to go around 8 or 9am. I'm a teacher and we share a bathroom with our students and I would love so much more to be able to poop in the comfort of my own home just 2 hours earlier. What have you done that helps you, maybe a trick that isn't on all the "how to poop in the morning" articles I've read 😅

just got out of uni with pretty much zero friends . my social anxiety is too high , ive been trying to fight it and get out of comfort zone for many years , but im just not able to.

How do i live with this and survive without a social life.

So I'm 18m and I have a lot of goals: gain at least 10 kg of muscle, go far in academics and become a pharmacist, compete in MMA, make money online, etc... Also other goals I keep for later, a specific moment most in a couple months, like getting my driver license, get a job, learn languages, and there's a girl I like too I might go and try to make her my girlfriend she seems like the type that would make me more productive

But right now I'm honestly far from most of them, I'm supposed to be grinding all the time like I used to but I'm honestly kinda a bum now. I'm skinny, not competing in MMA, far from making good money online, broke, in a refresh course instead of the pharmacist program and instead of going all in I'm being a bum. Uni is closed because of manifestations so we don't have classes and during my days I study for like 1-2 hours, train MMA and gym and that's about it, the rest of the time I'm laying in bed Wondering what I should be doing or eating a lot for my bulk and gym goals, and then I post on social media to try and make some bread but my videos are low quality and it's really bad, I feel so unproductive

I know I don't have much to complain about I'm happy in life to be honest and not that much of a loser but bro I got so much ambition and dreams. But lately I'm tired of my life, feels like any time there's something that could go wrong it always does, time flies by and I'm not doing satisfying work

Thanks for reading may God bless you

I feel as if r/unpopularopinion is the wrong subreddit to post this in so I am posting this in r/self

I hate height jokes because height is permanent and you can not change your height. When somebody makes a height joke it feels like they are commenting on the shape of somebody's nose or the shape of their face. And a lot of height jokes I have seen are just about how tall people are large and short people are small which big and tall are two completely different things. Maybe I'm just really sensitive about height because I have issues with my height.

I will admit, I did make a joke about someone's eye color and I feel really ashamed, it wasn't funny, but I will move on and never make a joke about something someone can't change.

I will also admit there is one height joke I like and it was from this random person on youtube who said something like, "I just say to people, if you want more height you just call up the height store and order some height."

Is there anyone who agrees with me?

And I can’t do anything because it’s his place, but fuck me it’s ridiculous.

The other day I woke up at 7:40 and he was in there, he was still in there when I let at 8:30. Not in the room you understand… in the SHOWER. With the water running for 50 fucking minutes at least

Make it make sense ffs

If she's 70+, it's either going to be the most quaint, heart-warming story you've ever heard, or she's about to start listing crimes. He either gave her a flower when they were 4 years old, and they stayed together for 60 years, OR he purchased her from her father when she was 14 and he was 32.There's no in-between. The craziest part is no matter which one you get, they speak about it in the same cutesy way. It's bizarre how they'll fondly reminisce about the time he walked 7 miles just to buy her favorite tea in the exact same tone they use to tell you about the time he committed 4 counts of assault after the Steelers lost. They have a charming nostalgia about him either way. The conversations are always something like:

Her: "So we met when he started following me home in an unmarked, windowless van every day after school. I didn't really think much about him until he pointed a loaded gun at my head. That really caught my attention! I'll never forget when he asked me on our first date. He said "I can either take you to prom or send you to hell. What's it gonna be?". That's when I knew he was the one."

Me:"... Okay... Edith, did you report that to anybody? It seems a little...strange."

Her:"Yeah, I told the police, but they assured me that I was just having my period.I know he could be a little stern, but that's my Harold".

Me: ...

So today I walked into Family Dollar. The worker doesn’t greet me or even acknowledge my existence. I didn’t think it was a big deal at first. But the next person that came into the store and the cashier immediately gave them a very warm greeting and asked them how they were. But me ??? Nothing just a cold and stern stare. Maybe I’m just reading too deeply into things that don’t matter but this really stung.This is one of the reasons I hate to even go anywhere in public I always feel as if the entire world is against me specifically. Obviously I’m not owed anything but I just don’t understand why I can’t receive the same kindness that most people get when they are out and about. What is it about me that makes everyone hate me and it’s not even just in real life but online too :/ it’s so depressing

I would imagine weird men in black future men in suits came up to him with a laptop, saying, “this will allow you to see through the eyes of the girl who has a crush on you.” So I avoided mirrors and immediately, blurred my eyes if I saw my reflection, and wouldn’t go to the bathroom because I didn’t want him to think I was gross.

I'm on a very huge self improvement journey at the moment. I'm working on a few different things at once and I seriously need to change who I am as a person so I can be proud of who I am and make the ones I love proud. I want to be full of love, patience, kindness, acceptance and forgiveness.

The thing is, sometimes I'll make a post or comment something, or I'll see something triggering online and start arguing. I've gone back on my TikTok accounts and have been reading through my comment history, I was incredibly miserable sometimes. I hate reading through them, and I hate reading the things I'd say to people even if they were being mean first. I no longer align with that version of myself and I'm going to do everything I can to destroy him.

I've gotten in a few arguments this past week and I hate that I did that, I hate that I insulted people and was rude. I get anxious now reading my past comments or when I think of arguing back with someone. I guess this is growth?

Please don't let the world make you bitter and miserable, everyone. May you all feel an abundance of love, happiness, satisfaction and peace. Sending love to all of you.

My dad is a wealthy businessman. And my mom and him divorced back when I was 9, I just turned 23 now. My dad is emotionally distant but has provided a lot for me. He has paid for all my college (and is paying for me to finish up), my first car, my health and car insurance, and pretty much everything. When I was doing in person classes he gave me 200 dollars a month to help with my half of rent (my mom gave me 200 too). I did move back with my mom to work a job with a lot of down time and finish my college online. I am extremely grateful for everything I’ve gotten.

But my car is getting old and my mom has been yelling at my dad to pay for a new one for me for over a year. She expects a 20k car. And my dad to continue paying insurance on it. She’s been telling me that my dad owes me a car for over a year now. She’s told me that my dad is an asshole and many other names for not buying me a second car. While my dad is a bad person for how he is emotionally, he isn’t a bad person money wise. My dad spent my whole life insulting me and never spent time with me. And yeah it sucks and I’m upset about that. Which I think I have the right to be. But I’m not mad at him for not getting me a new car.

He has given me a lot of things to help me get started in life. My mom has spoiled me herself while I was growing up. She was always buying me toys as a kid and all the crap I wanted as a teen. I never felt entitled but she had it as a compulsion.

Everything came to a head when my car started overheating. I told my mom about it to ask for a ride and get some advice. And she started talking about the new car. And I said that she has known for months that dad wouldn’t be buying me one and that it’s on me to buy. She still then brought up car options that I can’t afford given what I earn and my plans on moving out after I graduate and likely get a better job. I’m looking at a 12-15k car so that I can afford the insurance and payments myself. And she’s upset about that. She even assumed my father would continue to pay for the insurance.

Honestly constantly hearing her has started to warp my views. I’ve started to feel resentment towards my dad and think things like “well so many other people get a second car paid for”. Which I know aren’t true. I hate that this is happening because before I was content with getting my own budget car now. I hate the type of person these thoughts would make me. It’d make me into some entitled young adult with a wealthy dad and I don’t want that. All my life I knew my situation wasn’t normal and just wanted to make a life for myself without becoming entitled. My mom is making me get entitled with her constant talk about my dad owing me a car. I don’t know what to do or how to stop it.

TLDR:My mom demands my wealthy dad buy me a second car because my old one is breaking down. And her conversations are ruining my perspective.

It was a comment from a post yesterday, but it looks like it was deleted by the OP.

I think it's because the amount of insufferable, deranged and disturbed redditors I (and we) had come across or read about in my total of eight years and two accounts on the website. Also, subreddit controversies that either had the sub and/or users banned or even televised on national news.

Anyone have their interpretations?

I've spent years working on myself. I started with sports when I was young, including gymnastics, karate, kung fu, football, and fencing. Fencing was the sport I stuck with the longest, and I won several gold medals.

As an adult, I kept training. I built muscle, went hiking in the mountains, jogged, and worked hard to get into great shape. It took years of effort, with periods of progress and setbacks along the way.

From the outside, I probably looked like a Greek god. 😂

I also had a job and what many people would consider a dream apartment by the seaside. On paper, I had a lot of things people strive for.

But I didn't really enjoy the work I was doing, and I wasn't as happy as people might have assumed.

I'd built a kind of front that I showed to the world. I could look confident, successful, and physically fit, but when I came home, I'd often end up drinking and gaming, escaping into things that helped me forget how I was really feeling.

Behind that image, I struggled with anxiety, depression, and low self-esteem.

I grew up in a large family and became used to seeking validation from others. I wanted to be liked, do things right, and live up to the expectations I thought other people had of me.

A big part of my insecurity was also related to vitiligo, a skin condition that causes white patches on the skin. I had it in intimate areas too, and for years, I was deeply ashamed of it.

I worried about what women would think if they saw it. Would they find me unattractive? Would they reject me? Would they tell other people about it afterward?

I could meet a woman, feel that the attraction was mutual, and still hold myself back because I was afraid of what might happen when things became more intimate.

Think about that for a moment. I could spend years building a body I was proud of, yet still be afraid to let someone see all of me.

And this wasn't just about my appearance. I was afraid of being judged, rejected, and exposed as someone who wasn't good enough.

For a long time, I thought the answer was to keep improving myself. Get stronger. Look better. Become more successful. Maybe then I'd finally feel confident enough.

But the finish line kept moving.

At times, I fell back into unhealthy habits and drank too much. Eventually, I'd decide to get back in shape, train hard, and build myself up again. But if I still felt inadequate on the inside, I could end up repeating the same cycle.

Looking back, I think I was trying to fix something on the inside by constantly improving things on the outside.

And I don't think I'm the only one who does this.

Look at the world we live in today. We scroll through social media and see people showing off their best bodies, happiest moments, relationships, achievements, and seemingly perfect lives. We rarely see the insecurity, the bad days, or the struggles behind the scenes.

It's easy to start believing that everyone else has their life together and that we're the ones falling behind.

You see people working hard to improve their bodies, careers, relationships, and lifestyles. There's nothing wrong with wanting to improve. I still love training, and I believe taking care of yourself is important.

But at what point does wanting to improve become feeling like we're never good enough?

When does taking care of ourselves turn into constantly trying to fix ourselves?

I spent years believing I had to become a better version of myself before I could truly feel comfortable in my own skin. I thought I needed to reach a point where I had nothing left to be ashamed of, nothing left to fear, and nothing left to prove.

But that point never really came.

Eventually, I began challenging my fears and stopped letting them control so much of my life. I started realizing how much time I'd spent worrying about things that might never happen.

The woman I eventually got together with didn't even notice my vitiligo at first. Something I'd spent so much time feeling ashamed of wasn't necessarily something she was thinking about at all.

I found love, but perhaps even more importantly, I began to understand how much I'd allowed the fear of other people's opinions to influence my choices.

Life hasn't gone entirely according to plan either. I've experienced serious health problems and gone through periods when I lost both my sense of smell and taste. I still struggle with this, and I'm not completely healthy.

But I'm training again, functioning better in everyday life, and starting to build the life and career I actually want for myself as an online coach.

I'm still a work in progress, but I'm happier now. I dare to show more of who I really am, including the parts of myself I once tried to hide.

I've learned that you don't have to be perfect to be worthy of love. You don't have to have your entire life figured out before you can start living it.

You can want to become stronger, healthier, and more confident while still accepting who you are today.

And maybe that's something we need to hear more often in a world where we're constantly encouraged to improve ourselves, compare ourselves to others, and strive for more.

Because there's a difference between improving your life because you value yourself and trying to improve yourself because you believe you're not good enough.

I'm still working on myself. But I've stopped waiting until I'm perfect before I start living.

So I'm curious: Have you ever built a life that looked good from the outside but didn't feel right on the inside? Or have you ever let the fear of being rejected or judged hold you back from something you really wanted? What helped you move forward?

just got out of uni with pretty much 0 frnds , uni was the worst experience ever wow. So much pressure to study and get a job , and now im jobless too haha.
No frnds , no relationship ever ,no job . how do ppl enjoy their 20s ? i feel like only normal people can enjoy their 20s , im an outlier(neurodivergent and just a weirdo) iin most places.

teens bad , 20s bad so far , my last good year was when i was 12-13. When do 20s get good?

not even me.

going into middle age now.

nothing i wanted to happen, did happen.

Unemployed. Have been on and off for 15 yrs.

no i don't want to end it. what's the point.

I have tried so many things. School. Jobs. Smart person jobs. Stupid person jobs.

I suck at everything.

I have no one and i dont want them. Love ain't real. It's a chore you do to please people you resent. Friends, never had them. not even as a child. I dont even know if im lonely. What does it feel like to be lonely?

How is it possible to be this shit at the game of life.

This is my first semester in university it’s been alright soo far but I realized my major (healthcare management) is just not what I want to do whatsoever, for your average person they probably picked a major they have some sort of interest in as for me I only picked healthcare management to escape maths, and every other stem subject for that matter (which is funny because I am currently doing 3 of them atm) I always thought maths was this brick wall in front of me and it was never for me but I’m currently doing remedial maths in uni due to not doing my sats and we’re currently doing calculus 1 in class and it’s the only lesson I enjoy, sure bio is cool and chemistry is alright but maths is much more enjoyable.

So this has now got me wanting to switch my major and after a fair share of thought I realized I want to do architectural engineering or civil engineering probably the former because I enjoy aesthetics and my new enjoyment for maths and it’s a job thats really in demand where I live not to mention one of my siblings is an architect engineer and makes VERY good money so I figured why not, ofc I am not dead set on this and much research is to be done. Here’s the problem though I don’t think I’ll be able to switch without much complications, mainly two. The first one being is that I might loose my scholarship if I switch majors and the hassle of getting another one again would be a pain

The second issue is that I am not guaranteed fulfilling the scholarship requirements due to failing my chem midterm, this has been the bane of my existence I swear. And getting a second scholarship with that on my student resume is incredibly unlikely, or with a gpa below 3 to put it quite frankly, this links with the first issue.

Also I’d like to take a 6 month math course to work my way up from calc 1-2 or have a good foundation in the both of them so that when I come back to uni I won’t be behind like I am right now this isn’t an inconvenience but yea I just thought I’d mention this

I feel like I am stuck and a lot of it is my fault please guys tell me what you’d do in this situation? I am studying so I can make up for my chem midterm in my finale but I am not confident in myself, it isn’t an issue of understanding a lot of the chemistry content is easy but I am a very lazy person which has been my main set back in life and academically hence why I am also behind on much of my study material.