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For the life of me I cannot understand how people can like the taste of coffee

I’ve tried to like coffee. I really have. I feel like at this point I deserve some kind of participation trophy for effort alone. I mean I’ve tried it with sugar, with milk, and with creamer. I’ve tried it hot, iced, cold brew, drowning in chocolate, and even with ice cream. Nothing works. I cannot make myself like the taste of bean water, ok?! My taste buds hate coffee so much so that if Dunkin’ makes my hot chocolate in the same machine as the coffee, I will not be able to drink it. People talk about coffee like it’s the nectar of the gods or the fuel of civilization that keeps society from collapsing before noon. And yet, one sip for me and it's like my taste buds just stepped on a Lego. At this point, I’ve accepted that my relationship with coffee can only best be described as grounds for separation.

Had a few beers, nowhere to pee, did it discreetly and now I’m doomed

I am a girl by the way. So this happened a couple of times while I was out with my friends and there was literally nowhere to go I just asked them to cover for me while I did it in a dark alley and once behind a tree. Never infront of people or in a major public place and now they call me trashy and they keep bringing it up every now and then and even talk about it between each other… they even stopped talking to me and said I’m a shameless person.. I’m beyond traumatized and depressed.

I’ve been with three people as they died, my great-grandmother, my mother-in-law, and my grandmother.

With my great-grandmother, I was 14 and it was nearly ten years since a stroke changed her. My only memory of her prior to her stroke was a shopping trip where she taught me it was ok to taste the grapes at the grocery store before buying. It wasn’t stealing, it was testing for sweetness. You only wanted to bring home the sweet grapes – and grapes could be both sweet or sour. She died with only me and my cousin Kimmy in the hospital room, alarms beeping, her eyes wide open for the longest minute, until they weren’t any more. I had to tell my grandmother her mom died. My mother-in-law passed away when I was 30. Just hours before she died, she asked for a Coke. We reminder her she liked Pepsi, not Coke. She corrected us; she said her fridge had been filled for a lifetime with Pepsi because her husband and kids preferred it. But she, she preferred Coke and wanted one before she passed. Life doesn’t get much sweeter than a drink of Coke and, with bravery, she let go. When my grandmother ...

my girlfriend just told me that we probably aren't getting our security deposit back.

so we have been moving our stuff out of our apartment and into a new place all weekend. and I said "damn now that we moved that dresser it stinks like cat pee in that corner." and then she says: "oh yeah and over in that corner you weren't here one weekend and I was squatting down to pick something up and I had some shorts on with no underwear and I accidentally sharted on the carpet. that's why I moved that bookshelf" and I just look at her like.... no fucking way are you kidding me?? she was deadly serious. this is like Andy Dick levels of not giving a fuck. I don't even know what to think. sure we all shart from time to time but on the fucking carpet? and then to just rearrange the furniture and take no further action? Jesus Christ I'm so blown away right now.

I accidentally sent a message to the wrong person… and it changed my whole week

A few days ago I meant to send a message to my friend complaining about my day. Work was stressful, nothing was going right, and I just needed to vent to someone.But I accidentally sent the message to the wrong contact.Instead of my friend, I sent it to a guy whose number I had saved from months ago after buying something from him online. We barely knew each other.I realized the mistake immediately and felt really embarrassed. I sent another message saying something like “Sorry, wrong person.”A few minutes later he replied.Instead of being confused or annoyed, he said:“Hey, it’s okay. Sounds like you had a rough day. Hope tomorrow is better.”Then we actually ended up chatting for a bit. Just normal conversation about work, random life stuff, nothing special.But somehow that random mistake made my whole day better. t reminded me how strange life can be sometimes. One wrong message to the wrong person turned into a surprisingly nice conversation with someone I barely knew. Now I double-...

Mom literally walked past my open door while I was mid-orgasm

I'm 28 now, but back when I was 26, I was living at home to save money, and my room is right off the hallway—meaning anyone coming in has to pass my door to get to the kitchen or whatever. Me and my then-boyfriend are in the middle of, uh, some enthusiastic adult activities. We're going at it, full throttle, I'm mid-climax, moaning way louder than I realized because the AC was blasting that white noise hum. Sweat everywhere, that musky bedroom smell mixed with his cheap cologne, my heart pounding like a drum solo. Suddenly, I hear the front door creak open. Then footsteps. My brain freezes: "Wait, is that Mom? She's supposed to be at work!" But we're too far gone, and right as I hit the peak, I catch a glimpse through the crack in my door (yeah, I forgot to close it all the way—idiot move). She's walking past, grocery bags in hand, and our eyes lock for a split second. Hers widen like saucers. Pure panic, face burning hotter stomach dropping to my kne...