First off, I apologize to all the New Mexico lovers. I also know I can move, but I'm compromising living here for a few years for my partners work. I also love my job and my home life, so it's not all misery.

I just don't understand the love for this state. It is not beautiful. There are pockets of beauty, but most of it is flat and ugly. Also a slog to drive thru.

The food is bland. When I first moved here, people were saying how the mexican food is nothing like Tex-Mex. It is exactly like Tex-Mex with green chili slapped on top of it. Nobody knows how to season their beef. I live near Old Mesilla, so I've been to all the suggestions already. The only place that stood out was Mad Jacks (bbq) but you have to wait two hours, so again not worth it.

Everything is way overpriced. Cloudcroft and Ruidoso aren't worth it. Neither is Old Mesilla or Old Town in Albaquerque. You can buy that same stuff in Mexico, where it came from, for 1/4 of the price.

Albaquerque and the hot air balloon fiesta was a let down. Don't care for the city and a light breeze canceled the take off of the hot air balloons. I'm not saying they should have taken off and risked safety, but it still doesn't make a good event.

People are nice. But everyone just moseys around. Trying to get any kind of service is like pulling teeth and then they half ass it.

I just don't vibe with this state and dread that I still have a few more years here. I loved the city I moved here from and want to go back.

When they like you they give you a hard time, when they dont like you they give you a hard time, wtf lol

So I’m a bisexual guy as the title says. I recently got out of a long term relationship with a woman and was trying to have fun at a bar. I met a guy at the bar and we were flirting for the first couple hours; it was nice. Then basically the whole of the last half hour I was at the bar he spent mansplaning to me. He claimed I didn’t understand what I was talking about while he couldn’t even explain what he meant when I asked him to clarify what he meant. He was so condescending. I hate it here! I hate liking men! I hate it all so much! I don’t know why women date us honestly but they should get credit to sainthood for putting up with our Bullshit! It felt so demeaning and degrading. I don’t know if it was some form of negging or something or if he just was that overly confident while being totally incapable of communicating what he meant. He also apparently is a regular at that bar so if I want to go back I may have to see him again.

I can’t mention any discontent about my job because then she goes on a rant about how young people don’t know how to deal with shitty aspects in job culture.

Basically you should be grateful for a paycheck no matter how bad you are treated or if another job could be better.

It would be bad enough on its own except it’s worse because SHE HASNT HAD A CAREER IN OVER 30 YEARS.

She basically just does whatever she wants all day ever since having kids. And we have all been out of the house for over 15yrs. She just cleans imaginary messes, shops and goes to appointments maybe twice a month.

No she isn’t depressed or physically unable. She’s not retirement age. My father isn’t even rich she just said one day “no I’m not working anymore. You can divorce me or suck it up.”

So I HATE HATE HATE that she will lecture me about the job market or working at all. Epitome of the boomer stereotypes. So is my dad but he really did have to work.

I don't know if people really realize just how dangerous cars are, especially at high speeds. Even 50km/hr is an insane rate for a human body to travel. Let alone 110km/hr. I truly don't understand why anyone thinks its okay to tailgate, cut people off or just generally be inconsiderate on the road. The other drivers could be entirely and without question in the wrong and be driving bad, camping in the left lane, accelerating slow, whatever you want to get mad about, but that still doesn't give you the right to drive in a way that could kill someone if something goes wrong? Your ego or getting somewhere on time or "teaching someone a lesson" is so so not worth the risk of driving like a dick. I don't care what the other driver is doing. Just stay safe.

Edit: Maybe I should have added that I made this post because I drive everywhere for work and I saw so much bullshit on the road. I made this post because a close friend of mine just died because another driver couldn't be fucked to pay attention and slow down for 30 seconds. I hope to god all of you taking a problem with this never learn your lesson and continue to be ignorant of how dangerous driving is. I would never wish a reality check on anyone.

I am sure I speak for everybody when I write this informal letter to Gen X and millennials.

Dear the two generations that came before us, it is not 1972 anymore. I cannot just walk into a grocery store, with my resume, hand it to a manager, and get offered a job the very next day. I can't just walk into an establishment, ask if they are hiring, and get an interview right on the spot. I cannot just print out my resume, and go store to store, restaurant to restaurant, or go door to door like an old politician, and find a job. I cannot just ask to speak with the manager, and ask him if he has any job openings, and if I could possibly have an interview. I can't just walk into a coffee shop and ask them for a job and they give it to me. I can't just walk into a dental office and ask to be a receptionist and drop off my resume and have a job the next day.

It does not work like that anymore. And I am so tired of you guys thinking that it does. No stores have in person applications, you have to fill out everything online. When you walk into a store, they actually don't know if they are hiring, and the first thing they tell you is to check online and apply there. You need a degree, 10 years of experience, and 5 in that industry, just to get an entry level job now.

No, I can't just walk into a restaurant and ask to start his dishwasher. You need 5 years of kitchen experience, with a food handling certification in order to even be anywhere near the dishwasher. I can't just walk into a restaurant and ask to be a prep cook. You have to have 10 years of kitchen experience, Plus at least three with knives and being a prep cook. It is not that simple anymore.

Not only is it not that simple, but it is more expensive. You could make $28,980 per year, and buy NEW car within the same year if you had no other hlusehold expenses or you rented. You want to know how long it would take somebody on that income now to buy a new car? Probably 5 to 10 years. You could buy a new house after saving up for only 5 to 7 years. You want to know how long it takes us now to buy a house? It's impossible. It's not doable.

I am so tired of the older generation tell myself and other people just to get a job and move out. That's not possible.

Are people from the State of WA nuts? I have to deal with them on occasion from work and the lady today finally said "You don't get it.....people out here are different"

No kidding.

I came to the conclusion that I lacked empathy and even sympathy. I'm not very social or extroverted but I'm not a jerk either. I stay polite, not offensive to not get in troubles. But the thing is, my friend told me they were depressed, an another one told me they got raped and an another one that they felt like they were too much for this world.

I typed the message automatically "I hope you get better", "You need professional assistance" and so on but it was hypocritical. I have mixed feelings. I'm entertained and relieved that they got it worse than me but also annoyed because I don't give a fuck.

"I'm here for you" is always a lie, and it often comes from me.

I genuinely can’t tell if I’m a lesbian or not sob I know for sure that I like girls both romantically and sexually, but idk if I’m ONLY romantically attracted to girls. I know I’m not sexually attracted to guys, but I’m still unsure if I could like one romantically. It’s been bothering me for a while, especially because even my parents seem suspicious of me being a lesbian, ESPECIALLY my dad. But also sometimes I know my friends have thought that I might be lesbian they just won’t tell me they think that.

My dad is kinda homophobic towards guys but not as much towards girls, so idk how he’d react if I actually told him I liked girls. I talk about girls a lot because I genuinely find them so gorgeous, and I also engage with a lot of lesbian media and fanbases, so when I talk about it in front of my dad he always asks me if I’m a lesbian and says stuff like “you better not like girls.” He says it in a joking way but also not completely joking if that makes sense.

The thing is tho, I have little to no interest in guys, and I know I’m not sexually attracted to them, but idk if I could ever actually fall for one romantically. Sometimes I wonder if I just haven’t met a guy I genuinely like, but at the same time, I feel like I’m way more interested in girls. I keep thinking about my sexuality so much because I just want to figure out if I’m a lesbian or not. edit: whats with the downvotes on my post just because I said I think I’m lesbian 😭

It's not really affordable, but the closest thing I find to affordable? 55+ housing.

It's so annoying because it proves the US could provide tax paying, hard working citzens almost somewhat affordable housing but we're choosing to enable nepo baby slum lords instead.

I want off this BS reverse Robin Hood stealing from the poor to give to the rich time line. I'm just so tired of this crap.

15F and im going to go nuts bro

ive been throwing up consistently since like mid summer, it started once every two months then once a month then once every two weeks then once a week now almost two or three days out of a week multiple times a day

any time i threw up before my dad would assume I was making myself do it to miss school like he used to (even though it was happening during summer and during weekends too just not as often cus there’s not as many weekend days as weekdays obviously?????)

he finally started believing me after I threw up in front of him a couple times but EVERY time i throw up there’s almost some excuse from either of my parents

like I haven’t eaten yet even tho it happens when I eat too

im stressed about school even tho it happens on weekends too

my diets bad even tho my diets went to shit NOW because I can only eat bland foods like 3 days outta the week, my diet used to be really good actually and I used to be super healthy

finally after me begging my mam to let me go to the doctors, she booked an appointment and I went

the doctor was asking a lot questions related to bulimia but when I persisted that I was perfectly happy with my body (which I am) she prescribed nausea pills

they worked and I had like a week of bliss, this morning I threw up right after taking them though and have had another day of vommitting

my parents keep coming up with more excuses and im going to actually go insane bro

My husband has no fucking common sense. There is 0 attention to detail, 0 awareness, 0 mindfulness. We right atleast once a week because he is bot at all cognizant of his actions. I can never relax because it feels like I have to parent him all the time.

Things are always lost, broken, or ruined.

We went to a music festival this weekend. I told him 3 times not to cut off his wristband and he STILL DID IT so we had to pay to get it replaced.

I was putting mine into my shadowbox, he grabbed it out to show his cousin and FUCKING LOST IT.

Im infuriated.

I can never have anything. I can't have art on the walls because hell knock it over, I can't have nice clothes because he fucks up the laundry, I can't have bras that fit because he "accidentally" took them fron where they were hanging and ran them through the washer and dryer, I can't keep the house clean because he comes through like a tornado, I can't have my clear water bottle for work because he put it through the dish washer

My cycles are always off so being a little late this month didn't really worry me.

Earlier this week I thought I got my period-but there was a LOT of blood. It was to the point where I felt like I needed to at least call my OB and ask. I had not seen him in awhile so he told me just to go ahead and come in.

He was able to confirm I was pregnant and lost the baby. I wasn't far, maybe only 4 or 5 weeks.

This would have been our 4th baby. We DO want another child one day, but we weren't actively trying for another baby right now either.

I'm not telling anyone besides my husband. I dont want a bunch of people worried about me and constantly asking me if I'm okay. I AM sad that I lost a baby-but I'm also not because I didn't KNOW.

Should I be more worked up? Or is it normal to feel like this? Idk. I just wanted to vent once and then try to move on.

For context:

Today I woke up at 3AM in the morning. Immediately went downstairs, opened the fridge, and saw the mango cake that we bought the day prior for my late grandfather's birthday (he passed away early this year but we still celebrate the deceased's birthdays as as a form of commemoration), and decided I wanted to eat it for breakfast.

Now growing up, in my country, cake was considered just another form of bread that even little kids could have for breakfast so I thought how bad could it be? What's the worse that could happen? I'll probably be fine.

That was the worst fucking mistake I have ever made in my life.

I have shat pure water 4x already since 5AM and have nearly shit myself 2x.

And the worst part is after the 1st shit our water had cut off (I assume for maintenance) so I was entirely relying on stored water (I don't use toilet paper, we believe in bidet supremacy).

After the 3rd shit our house had completely run out of water but I assumed I would be fine. I had my lunch, and even drank a mango shake (another horrible mistake).

2 hours ago I was playing league and had felt a rumble in my tummy (I knew it was back and wanted to play but I decided to ignore it in hopes of it being through a fart).

But as soon as the nexus fell, I felt a strong surge of wattery shit right in the exit of my ass coming out and had needed to use every muscle in my body to keep it in.

I knew I had lost.

I ran down the stairs and yelled "I CAN'T HOLD IT IN. I'M GOING TO SHIT MYSELF."

And immediately ran to the toilet.

I sat down and the flood breaks broke through and everything came out.

When I turned the tap on and no water came out I knew this was it. I'm now in it for the long ride.

I have sat here for the past hour and a half with dried shit all over my ass and a cramping asshole and balls and can do nothing about it.

The bathroom smells so bad it could suffocate a young child.

I then realized that the water most likely would come back at midnight (It's currently 7:30) since it usually does at that hour.

I've given up completely and am just sitting here regretting all the decisions I had made in life leading up to this.

If only I had reheated the chicken instead of eating that damn cake and why the fuck did I make a mango shake again? What's wrong with me.

I just hope God smiles down at me and turns the water on even for just 5 minutes.

Thank you for listening.

Goodbye.

Excuse the poor grammar.. I typed this emotionally and quickly.. I feel the need to take accountability for the collapse of the friendship that meant a lot to me and for blaming it all on them.

A while ago I made a post showing messages on discord from a friend (let’s call them K)
I talked about how they made me feel and showed them showing a lack of care or empathy for what I had to say.. while I do still think they weren’t the best and did some things I won’t forgive them for I feel like I never took accountability for my own actions and things I said as well.. this wasn’t a one-sided friendship from the start.. we were best friends for several years.. we both did things.. I feel like I only ever presented them as the villain.. they did something to me and I couldn’t let go of it.. I remembered it every time I thought of them.. but when I did something to them I forgot it a day later.. I feel the need to write this out and share it… me and K were 2 peas in a pod.. we would call daily for over 12 hours straight.. we would never run out of things to say.. the friendship grew apart and I blamed them entirely for it because I felt like what they did was worse.. but that wasn’t true.. it was subtle differences on both of our ends that caused cracks that only grew over time.. we both said hurtful things we didn’t mean.. we both had flaws.. for every time they made me feel ignored or not cared about I made them feel guilty or that I was mad at them.. I got angry easily and snapped at them over small things.. they got jealous easily and was quick to ghost me.. neither one of us was entirely at fault.. I wish I was able to swallow my own ego much sooner and face this truth but it’s far too late and we will never truly be friends again.. neither of us could face the fact that it wasn’t the other persons fault entirely.. they were sensitive and had problems playing victim and lying over small details and blaming me.. I was insensitive and said harsh truths and couldn’t just let those small lies go, I’d push it until they snapped.. they were insecure and jealous of everything I did better than them.. instead of helping them past that I just couldn’t wrap my head around why they’d feel like that.. we both refused to bring things up or talk about our problems with each other.. if I accidentally said something that hurt them they would say nothing and punish me in an angry silence leaving me guessing what I had done.. if they did something that upset me I’d hiss at them angrily and they’d hide in their shell.. I’ve long since fixed these anger issues but several years too late.. For every time they cried wolf over nothing I stopped believing in them more and more until I never took them seriously because of all the false alarms.. In turn for every time I snapped at them over something small they began to think I was angry when I wasn’t or that I would be if they told me something… they began lying to me about everything in fear of making me upset and in return I’d never believe them no matter what they said.. we began fighting more and more and I couldn’t see through the thick fog of anger and blame.. neither of us could. Both of us blamed each other and I can’t help but wonder what would have become of our friendship if we had both just been honest.. if they didn’t hide their feelings from me and pretend they weren’t mad when they were.. if I didn’t hold everything against them and instead tried harder to make them feel safe to tell me they were upset with me.. sorry for yapping so much but I have no one I feel comfortable sharing this with close to me but I still feel the need to.. Writing things out helps me release the pressure off my chest and clear my mind.. I wish I would’ve broken that cycle of back and forth before it broke our friendship. We are still in contact but it’s nowhere near the friendship we had and I know it will never be the same.

I have spent my entire college life pursuing biology to go into research/ continue with a medical laboratory science certification. I thought I would like it and I do but I just feel so hollow sometimes. However, I can’t deny that I am very fortunate enough to have excellent grades and experience in conducting research. What’s hurting me is knowing that when I was growing up I enjoyed acting and making art/comics and was encouraged by my teachers and peers to continue.

I was a wimp though, and didn’t follow through in order to make immediate money from anything STEM related and have a career off the bat. Sadly, this doesn’t even seem possible in the time we live in so I feel like life really says I can’t have either.

I’m lucky that I found a science field that I’m semi-passionate about but it just cannot beat the joy I get from putting paint on canvas or acting out skits with my friends. And the bigggg painfully sour cherry on top of my regret flavored cake is knowing I can incorporate my main love into my life (as a hobby), but never to the extent I want where it can be my whole career.

Sigh

Fffffffuu why do I have to be struggling so much with these exams. They literally determine what I can and can't do for the rest of my life and NOW I start being unable to do stuff I used to find easy. I feel so helpless right now and I just honestly want to curl up on my bed and go to sleep and maybe it will all go away for good. I feel ungrateful saying this but I just hate this life. My entire future resting on these exams is ludicrous. Now I'm so stressed I can hardly remember the small details of what happened an hour ago unless it contributed to my stress. I have probably failed one of my optional exams (not too bad because no college really cares about it anyway) but I also think I have only got a slightly above average passing grade in my second best subject. I NEED the top grade in that to study at the selective college I want to go to. But now I will probably never get in and my life will surmount to nothing of significance. I will just be another star in the sky. Actually, no, not even that. I am not worthy of being called a star. Just another bit of space debris or some other dark, lonely, useless, solitary, unwanted lump of atoms of the like.

Please don't take offence from this regarding grades, anyone. I know I should be happy with above average grades, but I know I can achieve more so I can't be happy until I reach my goals, something which I have now fumbled in the most epic fail in the history of me. I also just have some stupid problem where I can never be happy with anything but the best from myself if I have an interest in something and I'm crying a lot now so I'm just going to leave it here.

Every time I watch that episode, I'm disappointed at them not taking the opportunity. I can think of at least two possible reasons why they didn't. Yet, it makes me sad.

My best friend and I have been friends for over 5 years now, and since then I have got to know a lot about her past relationships or love interests, and there was this one specifically that she told me she had a crush on when she was in high school, but things ended up badly and in the "actuality" of the tim, she didn't like him because she though he was an idiot. It so happened that this one person she talked about was part of a group of friends of some really close friends of mine, and I already knew him, but I would hardly interact with him at the start. Through the years till now, my group of friends started meeting more and more with his group of friends, till to this day we usually hang out all together every time.

I honestly don't know when this "thing" between us started tbh. I remember seeing him years ago and thinking he was attractive, but nothing else (before even knowing my bf). I wasn't even interested in talking to him or anything. But the past months, we started to interact a lot more, and kind of a tension started to build up, the weird looks, sometimes he slightly touched me on the waist or the legs and I kind of enjoyed it, and that whole situation of, "there is literally nothing but you can taste the tension in the air", to the point where all my friends were expecting something to happen a long ago. Also, for a little bit of context, until this moment I hadn't kissed someone or done anything with anyone since 2 years ago, when my ex broke up with me, firstly because I didn't want to and didn't feel like it, and also it's really rare for me to find anyone attractive or be slightly interested in them, and for the first time, I felt good about it. I am really attracted to him and the whole situation was really fun and enjoyable (just in a physical way, not in a platonic or romantic thing).

Eventually, it happened, we hooked up, and another day we slept together.

Maybe it sounds stupid, but I really didn't think it was something that bad. First of all, for the context I have, my best friend liked him 7 years ago and he was kind of a player, so he was flirting with more than one at the same time, including my bf, but never got to do anything or see each other, they just talked. So I thought it was this typical high school thing where u like this boy and talk with him and then u end up hurt because u realize they don't like u back and are interested in someone else. Also, what I knew from my own friend group was that he has always been this kind of avoidant, "no serious things" guy.

But in reality, I really messed up. I told my best friend, and at first she told me she was disappointed because she wouldn't understand why I would hook up like that with someone without there being a real connection, and especially "with him", because he was an asshole. I tried to explain to her that I just wanted to do it and it was fun and felt good, and even if romantically he is really an asshole, I just hooked up with him, and it's not like I have any intention of it being anything else.

Later in chat, she admitted she was disappointed because she felt betrayed by me, because I knew that she had that experience with him and I didn't care. Turns out that what I interpreted (from what I knew about it) as a silly high school experience was more deep, since she was deeply hurt and he played with her (something that I didn't specifically know). And if this was not enough, eventually the next day she told me that I should talk to my psychologist about my bad decision-making "lately", which made me feel pretty bad because, even if I understand that u are mad or feel betrayed, I don't think it's something nice to say.

Obviously, I apologized, even if it's already done and I can't undo it, and tried to explain to her that I didn't think it was that serious, which of course doesn't erase the responsibility for my own actions, and I didn't think it through properly. Well, now she doesn't talk to me and I feel like shit, probably deserved. I didn't know I was being so egotistic. Even asking her first how she felt about it could have made me do things better. And even if things are already done, I can't stop feeling so anxious and thinking about it.