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"The End: The Playlist Oprea" I don't know if this counts here, if it doesn't and gets removed so be it

okay so i made a playlist, that was meant to be a liner story like a rock opera, about, war, death, and eternal love, since screenshots are not allowed in this sub, i'll list the songs and how each song makeup the story The Playlist as 14 songs in total and consists of different styles, artists, and even decades ranging from 1940s cooning and jazz, to 2000s punk rock "I don't wanna set the world on fire" shows a relationship between a man and a woman "The End" is a draft letter coming to the man in the og "Black Parade" it meant a cancer dionosis but I used a little imagination "We'll Meet Again" is the wife comforting the main character before setting out "Fortunate Son" is the man in the frontlines "Ghost Of You" is him missing his wife "bad moon arrising" is a nuklar attack warning "when the wind blows" is the blast "It's the end of the world as we know it" is the fallout ...

Some Girl Somewhere Thinks She Has Bon Jovi's Underwear

In the late ’80s, I worked at King’s Furniture. It wasn't your average shop; they sold incredibly high-end pieces—think $80,000 bedroom sets and $50,000 patio sets made of imported Italian marble. Because of the price tags, the clientele was often famous; we had everyone from Bruce Springsteen and Joe Pesci to Jon Bon Jovi shopping there. I worked in the warehouse, prepping for delivery. One of our drivers was a biker named Spider Mike. He looked every bit the part of a big leather jacket biker. Mike got the delivery to Bon Jovi. At the time, Bon Jovi was at the absolute peak of his career—there were girls camped out in front of his gates every single day just for a glimpse of him. When Mike finally got back to the warehouse, we all asked how it went and if he was there. He told us they were met by a personal assistant who was, frankly, an asshole. The house was filled with pristine white carpet, and the assistant watched the delivery crew like a hawk. They were forced to lay down...

I committed a blunder. But my boss made it an oddly wholesome moment 😊

My boss is an elderly gentleman. He had just come out of a pretty chaotic meeting. He came out saying his “brain was rigged”. Despite a packed schedule, he still agreed to discuss a project, I’d been pestering him about. He logged in right after his previous meeting ended, and he had another one an hour later. Instead of diving into work, he started playing this funny song ... Rasputin 😂 that’s become super popular again. I'm not a big fan and just nodded in disagreement. He completely ignored me & played the entire thing... nodding his head in tune😂 for a full 3mins. *Then he said my brain is refreshed now. Let's start work.* And honestly… he was right. *We discussed the project in ridiculous detail. But the conversation was so easy that I ended up confessing a pretty horrible blunder I’d made recently. I had accidentally sent a WA message meant for him to an entire group from the opposing side.* I was expecting atleast a lecture... eye rolling, some annoyance ...

I was supposed to be a ‘lesson’ for my mom

My mom had me two weeks after turning 15, in the spring of 99’, at home in quiet shame. Growing up, I had it drilled into me that my mom was the problem. I mean what kind of irresponsible sl\*t gets pregnant at 15, right? I hated her for it when I was a kid, she stole my childhood too after all. She never knew how to be a mom. She decided to keep having kids and never stopped to actually become the mom we needed. It was easy for resentment to build. It wasn’t until I grew up and became a mom myself before it fully clicked for me. The same people that would tell me what a failure my mom was, were the same people that failed her. It’s hard to admit something like that, so they don’t. Instead they project, yes I’m sure my mother was a difficult child but also my grandparents made many bad decisions too! My grandmother used me as a lesson. She just hoped I’d be exhausting enough that my mom wouldn’t do it again. It worked for a while. My sister was born when I was 4. We joke that she’...

My friend and i tried to create life

So when i was around 9-ish years old, me and my best friend decided it would be a good idea to try and create life. We took a bowl (wich "mysteriously" dissappeared after), and put a bunch of weird shit in it. Honestly, i have long since forgotten everything we put in there, but i remember it included wet packing peanuts and gravel. After mixing all the "ingredients" together, i remarked that it needed ***blood***. I didn't mean like actual blood, but my friend didn't understand that and preceeded to add a drop of **his blood** from a would he had gotten from falling. When my friend eventually had to go home, his dad asked what we did, and he told him: "We created life and we used my actual blood!" And the dad was like "Haha! What a vivid imagination you kids have!" Anyways, 9 year old me actually believed this may create life, so i left this bowl of filth on my windowsill for **weeks**, until it started to grow a tick layer of mold, pro...

My father’s GPS has been set to the same "random" address for six years. I finally drove there

My dad was a man of silence. After Mom died, he became a ghost in his own house. He didn’t cry; he just stopped talking. The only thing he did consistently was drive. Every Sunday, he’d get in his old sedan and disappear for four hours. He passed away last month. While clearing out his car, I turned on the old, suction-cupped GPS. There was only one "Recent Destination" saved: *1422 Sycamore Lane.* It wasn't Mom’s grave. It wasn't his childhood home. I’d never heard the address in my life. Driven by a mix of grief and curiosity, I followed the route. It took me two towns over to a small, nondescript park. I sat in my car for a while, wondering if he just liked the trees. Then, I saw an elderly woman walk to a specific bench near a duck pond. She sat down, opened a thermos, and set two cups out. She waited. She kept looking at the parking lot, her face falling a little further every time a car turned around and left. I got out. As I approached, she looked at me, and h...