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Working on some creative animation stuff, having a great day, decided to go for a bike ride to pick up something for supper. Ended up at Jimmy Johns, about 10 blocks away, got a giant sandwich, left a couple dollars for a tip, put sandwich in backpack, started biking home. Nearly home, stood up on bicycle and started cranking to speed to a stoplight that had just turned green when "pop", my chain flies off, foot hits the ground (because I was cranking hard on the pedals), bike turns sideways instantly and my face BOUNCED HARD off the asphalt. No traffic on the road I was coming from, still 50 feet from the stoplight I was rushing towards. Lip is very swollen, one of my front teeth is painful if pressed on, but not loose. Forehead and nose have cuts, bloody knee, bloody elbow. Walked the bike the last three blocks, came inside, showered, used some bactitracin on the wounds and put on gauze pads with surgical tape I have had in my medicine cupboard forever. I live alone i...

My day started at 6:20 this morning with a message from my daughter’s teacher about a field trip that was happening THAT MORNING. Before I continue, I do want to give her teacher some credit because she absolutely didn’t have to reach out that early, but she went out of her way to make sure my daughter didn’t miss out. Unfortunately, this left me with less than 40 minutes before the bus arrived, which is when my daughter decided that because it’s almost summertime, a swimsuit top was an acceptable school outfit. Now call me crazy, but if my child is going to be outside in the Colorado sun all day, I’d prefer she wear an actual shirt. Apparently this made me a tyrant. Then came the sunscreen argument because protecting your child from turning into a lobster is apparently an attack on their freedom. While trying to solve that crisis, my boys launched a full criminal investigation because my daughter had a sticker. Their evidence that she stole one of theirs? Absolutely none. Their confi...

When I was 10, my mom moved abroad for work and I went to live with my older brother, “B”. She died 2 years later, and I ended up staying with him until I was 26. I’m the youngest of 4. B was always the golden child. I just accepted that growing up. At first, the deal was simple: I’d do the cooking, cleaning, shopping, and he’d handle the bills. But “handling the bills” meant managing his affairs with multiple women. When B’s wife, “SIL”, got pregnant with their second kid, he set up a system. Every weekend, he sent SIL and the kids to her parents’ place with me. The house was empty so he could bring women over. During the week, he played the perfect husband and father. I started noticing things that didn’t add up. Women’s clothes, missing groceries, him sneaking in at dawn. When I said I was tired of the weekend trips and wanted to stay home, he couldn’t stop me. That’s when it blew up in my face. I worked factory shifts. On my days off, I started going out with coworkers. One night ...

I was lying on my bed, wondering if I should go to the frat party or just stay home and chill. My dorm was surprisingly clean after Kylie practically forced me to clean it. I really liked Kylie, but she was hella annoying sometimes. She’d said she was gonna stop by later so we could go to the gym together. I seriously didn’t wanna go. But the party… Should I go? I mean, I already saw the drunk girl one last time, so what was even the point of going? Still… I really, really wanted to see her again. As I lay there thinking, my roommate Jerry walked in. “Oh wow,” he said, looking around the room. “This place is unusually clean.” “Yeah, I did a little cleanup,” I replied. He thanked me for it and told me that him and the boys were gonna go grab dinner at a restaurant later. I was about to say no, like I always did, but then I realized something. If I went with them, I wouldn’t have to go to the gym with Kylie later. So I said yes. “Really?” he asked, genuinely shocked. “Yes, really. I’m s...

I was standing alone in the party in a corner. The music was loud, I could barely hear my own voice. Everyone was drinking, I wasn’t. Everyone was smoking weed, I wasn’t. I simply decided not to get toxicated that night. After all I’m here against my will. My friends begged me to come and they brought me here forcefully. And I haven’t seen them for the past 2 hours. Then a random guy I’ve never seen in my entire life leans his elbow on my shoulder. He was so drunk, he points at a girl from across the room and says ‘yo bro -barfs- that girl is is is is eye fucking u duuuuddee haha…. -hiccup- lucky u” then he walks away. The girl saw him pointing right at her. She blushed but she never looked away. We kept eye contact for a few seconds, then I ctook my eyes off. I’m not dealing with this. It’s not going anywhere anyways, just pointless eye fucking….. ok I’ll look at her one last time. As soon as look at her direction I see her walking up to me. Oh shit! This is not good. I’m so not read...

I work the graveyard patrol in a jurisdiction where the trees outnumber the people ten thousand to one. It is a vast, deeply isolated county dominated by dense pine forests, winding dirt logging routes, and sprawling properties owned by people who value extreme privacy. You get used to the quiet. You learn to appreciate the long hours of driving through pitch-black roads with nothing but the hum of the engine and the dashboard lights to keep you company. But the extreme isolation also means that when something goes wrong out here, help is a very long way away. My partner and I were parked near a deserted county intersection, drinking lukewarm coffee from thermos flasks, when the radio mounted on the dashboard crackled to life. The dispatcher’s voice broke through the static. She was a veteran operator, someone who usually handled horrific car accidents and domestic disputes with a flat, unwavering calm. Tonight, her voice was entirely different. Her tone was elevated, tight with genui...

Context: This took place a few weeks ago. I’m a 30s M army vet, so I’ve got some thick skin. People can have their views, opinions, or whatever. Just be a decent person. I was at a small birthday party for a friend; maybe 10-15 people. They had just moved into their new house on a small plot of land and the neighbors on each side shows up. One was a late 60s white man. Well dressed and spoken. We sat and talk for a while and he was well educated. He started telling me about his two sons… They were both around 40, both quite successful in their respective fields. The older one, A, was a VP for some company and had a mentality similar to his dad, the man I’ve been talking with. Then he starts to tell me about the younger one, B… This son B has been married almost 20 years (around age 20), is a military lieutenant colonel and pilot, and described by his dad as not only a tough MFer that can withstand tons of pain, but also compassionate. Literally described one of the best people I’ve ev...

Several years ago I was at dinner with my whole family, parents, brother, grandparents. Our waiter was extremely attractive. Broad shoulders, well dressed, well groomed hair, cute smile, sweet personality, EXTREMELY FEMININE. My grandma uncharacteristically had a margarita at dinner and starts bumping my shoulder and smiling coyly at me saying, “Oh, OP, isn’t he cute? He seems about your age!” I was like “grandma I don’t think I’m his type” which she took as a challenge, apparently. Every time this poor dude came by my grandma is talking me up, “Oh my grand daughter thinks you’re so cute! Shes in college you know? Very smart girl. Isn’t she beautiful? Yeah, she won’t be single for very long.” I would have been cringing under the table but our waiter caught on to what was happening and played her up! He starts winking at me, flirtatiously waving at me across the restaurant, when he brings me more water he says, “for my future girlfriend” and “for the most beautiful girl in the room” ...

My wife and I have been together since we were teenagers. We met when I was a sophomore and she was a senior. There was something exhilarating about that age difference. I felt like such a badass “cool kid” for being able to swing a date with not only a senior, but a genuinely good-looking one at that. I used that exhilaration to my advantage. Built up my confidence. Learned from her maturity. Hell, she’s the one who taught me how to drive. We made it through the honeymoon phase, and by some miracle of God, we prevailed when she ended up going to college while I was left behind in high school for another two years. That’s not to say it wasn’t difficult. I learned a lot about myself in those two years. It’s kind of insane how paralyzing separation anxiety is. My insecurity grew more and more each day. That’s probably why I asked her to marry me immediately after purchasing our first apartment. I hate saying this just because it makes me sound so creepy, but she was mine. She was the on...

I’m typing this with shaky hands in the parking lot of my local diner, and I just really need to share this with someone. Three years ago, I was at my absolute rock bottom. I had just moved to a new city after a brutal breakup, my bank account was completely drained, and I was working a miserable entry-level job that barely paid for my rent. Every Tuesday morning, I would treat myself to a single $3 black coffee at a small, retro diner down the street. It was my only luxury. On my third week going there, the waitress came to my table, put down my coffee, and said, "The gentleman at the booth in the back covered it for you." I turned around and saw an elderly man wearing a faded veteran cap. He just gave me a gentle, polite nod and went back to reading his newspaper. I was too embarrassed and shy to go over, so I just mouthed "thank you" and left. The next Tuesday, it happened again. And the week after that. Eventually, it became our unwritten rule. Every single Tue...

I used to have a girlfriend in 2012, let's call her Doris for the purposes of this story. She would often times leave articles of clothing at my house and I lived in a "frattish" house with 4 other bro dudes. When we broke up these said articles of clothing would circulate through the laundry and nobody ever knew what to do with them so I think they just went back into the laundry like 10 thousand times. Cleanest pairs of panties on earth. Eventually I moved out of this house and went into an apartment with one other bro dudes and by this time I had another girlfriend (for around 8 months if I remember right.) Let's call her Caitlyn. At this time in my life I was a monster pot head. Like wake and bake, you know the type. I was doing laundry one day and these pink panties were mixed in with my laundry. They were Doris's. I didn't even think anything of it because I'd seen them a million times. So I tossed them on my dresser but they slid to the other side ...

My little sister got invited to her first sleepover this weekend for her friend’s birthday, and honestly the whole thing has been making me emotional. It’s just me, my mom, and my little sister at home, and money has been really tight lately. We’ve been stressing for days because all the other girls were talking about the gifts they got. One bought the birthday girl a cute dress, another got her a gift card, and someone else ordered one of those skincare sets girls are obsessed with right now. Meanwhile my sister kept pretending she didn’t care about bringing anything. Last night she quietly asked me, do you think it’s weird if I go empty handed? and I swear that question broke me a little. You could tell she was embarrassed but trying not to make our mom feel bad. Then my boyfriend overheard us talking about it and disappeared into the other room for a minute. He came back holding a pair of airpods he had literally just gotten for himself and said, just let her give these. It’s okay....

Yesterday I was sitting in a small café, pretending to study but mostly watching people and drinking coffee. Then this guy walked in, looked around for like two minutes, clearly trying to build confidence to talk to a girl sitting near the window. Finally he walks up to her and says: “Are you Wi-Fi? Because I’m really feeling a connection.” I honestly expected the biggest awkward silence ever. But she didn’t even smile at first. She looked at him very seriously and replied: “Maybe. But the signal is weak. Try standing closer.” The guy actually took one step closer like an NPC in a video game. At that moment even the barista started laughing. The funniest part is that instead of dying from embarrassment, the guy continued the joke and said: “Okay, now I have full bars. Do I get unlimited access too?” And somehow… it worked. They ended up talking for almost an hour like they already knew each other. Meanwhile I was sitting there thinking that if I tried the same line, I’d proba...

So yesterday was saturday and i thought my day would be normal, maybe chill in the sofa watching a movie or go out for dinner. But then a package arrived home and i remembered two weeks ago i bought some magic truffles from Holland called “Atlantis”, the package weighted 15 grams and i decided to just yolo my day and eat them. It stared pretty chill just seeing weird visuals and that but then it got pretty intense and i stared to reflect on my own life and persona and bla bla bla personal conflicts, and then at one point at the peak i started hearing a weird frequency that sounded pretty alien to me, like the song from the ritual in “Eyes Wide Shut” but more daft punk and very alien like, it started sounding in my brain and i got afraid because it was really weird. After my alien connection the effects went milder and i just found myself dancing in front of the mirror and doing weird shit for like 2-3 hours, it was aswesome actually. Then i got dressed like very fancy, i put come coll...

I’ve talked about it before but only on a surface level because it’s still so embarrassing ughhh… So basically yeah… there is a naked statue of my mom near the pool in our backyard patio. My dad had it sculpted recently as a gift to her and the statue itself is roughly 10ft tall on a pedestal. Every time I go to the pool I have to pretend like it’s not there because yeah… that’s my mom… My new friend from work came over the house and I didn’t even end up telling him about the statue because I thought he wouldn’t go to the poolside and then he says he’s going outside to smoke and I’m like: “Ok maybe he won’t notice the statue…” yeah I was wrong. After like 20 minutes he comes back into my room and he’s like: “Brooo who is that statue of? She’s so fucking hot.” And I’m like: “That’s my mom…” And he goes from gooning to wanting to yeet himself from our house’s balcony. Like he even laughed afterwards and asked why it’s there and I told him why and he asked if my dad was a bachelor before...

I’m old now. Might as well get this off my chest now while I’m still breathing. I was never a religious man, but at 85 years old, you start to think about things like that. The afterlife. Who you were as a person. What awaits you when everything goes black. I think I’m writing this for the both of us. Mimi’s too far gone now to even understand the world she’s living in, let alone the one that could embrace her after she draws that last breath. Doctors diagnosed her two weeks after her 81st birthday. We didn’t need that diagnosis. Well, I didn’t, at least. I noticed the signs before we even stepped foot in a hospital. It started with names at first. Calling our son by her father’s name, calling me by her brother’s, and vice versa. That kinda thing, you know? When she started wandering around at night, though, that’s when I knew it was time to confront the inevitable. It was strange, though. Her wandering didn’t really feel like wandering. She was deliberately going to one specific loca...

A few years ago I was waiting at the airport for my delayed flight when this older woman suddenly ran up and hugged me. Before I could even react she yelled: “OH MY GOD LOOK HOW TALL YOU GOT.” I was 22. Then like six more people appeared out of nowhere smiling at me like I had just returned from war. At this point I realized two things: 1. They definitely thought I was someone else. 2. It had already gone too far to correct them naturally. So I just awkwardly committed to it. They kept asking me questions about college, my “new apartment,” and whether I was “still dating that girl from Boston.” I have never been to Boston in my life. At one point a little kid asked me: “Can you still do the bird noise?” Apparently Fake Me could do bird impressions. So now I’m standing in the middle of an airport making aggressive pigeon sounds while an entire family cheers me on. Eventually the real guy showed up. Same height. Same haircut. Same jacket. The silence when everyone realized I was a rand...

A couple years ago I got friendly with some neighbors, an older couple (mid/late 70’s). The man was in the military and his wife, we’ll call her Nancy, is a semi-retired lawyer. Unfortunately, the man died a year ago and left his wife alone in the house, with no children and very few extended family who aren’t in the local area. Shortly after he died, she started asking me for help, mostly with computer/technology related things like sending emails or using her cell phone. After a couple instances of helping her, it dawned on me that she has absolutely no clue what the fuck she’s doing, with anything. She uses Earthlink Webmail (email), which is so old even people with AOL tell me she’s behind the times. She has no clue how to attach or download a document, print said document, put something on a flash drive, and she’s barely able to use a search engine. On top of it all, she’s paying a ridiculous amount of money for this shitty email service, when she could just use Gmail for f...

I work with this girl who is totally awesome, I like her a lot so I finally asked her out. We decided to go get some street food in LA. We found a spot, and while she was ordering, I stepped to the side of the road to light a cigarette. Some dude just walked up to me out of nowhere and pulled a knife. Told me to empty my pockets and then he took my wallet and my phone and then he just disappeared. I walked back to her empty handed and told her what happened and I had no money to pay for the food she was already ordering. She did not even hesitate, she paid for everything with the last cash she had on her, Such a good person. We ate but now we had a bigger problem. We were far from home with no way back so she pulled out her phone to call us an Uber and said she would pay since she still had her card. I said absolutely not because she had already paid for the food with her last cash. There was no way I was letting her pay for the ride too. Then I remembered, a friend had given me an Ub...

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 ...

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...

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 ...

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’...

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 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...

A month ago I got fired from an executive leadership position. And honestly, it may have been the healthiest thing that’s happened to me in years. At the time, naturally, I thought my life was over. Because that’s what we do. We catastrophize professionally. You spend enough time answering urgent calls on your phone and responding to emails at 11:14 PM and eventually your brain convinces you that if you stop moving for even a moment, civilization collapses. Meanwhile civilization continues completely unaffected while you stand in your kitchen eating shredded cheese directly out of the bag at midnight. Executive leadership is an amazing scam when you think about it. People give you a title, endless responsibility, and access to meetings that should have been emails, and in return your body slowly converts itself into acid reflux. I had headaches constantly. I slept terribly. My eye twitched for like eight consecutive months. Every phone notification felt like death from a thousand cuts...

So I recently started posting and I started getting lots of messages asking for pictures in return for money... i ignored these messages but a few days ago a guy offered me 150 dollars upfront in exchange for just some normal pictures of mine... 150 dollars is a good amount of money to me and i didn't think of it as something wrong so I decided to do it... few minutes after I sent him the pictures, he asked for more in exchange for 50 dollars again... i did it again... then he asked me to remove my tshirt and send him a picture and he told me he'd pay me 150 dollars for it... 150 dollars is a lot of money for me and I couldn't think clearly about what I was doing and I decided to do it... he sent me the money through telegram and I sent him the picture... soon after I did it, i wanted to make more money cuz I had lots of money related problems while growing up and I wanted to make money on my own. So I did the same thing with 2 more people for lesser money... I'm not h...

Not long ago. I had a first date with someone I met on a dating app. Texting was fine before the meet. Not great but normal enough that I thought it would be okay in person. We met at a coffee shop and the first few minutes were fine. Basic introductions, small talk, nothing unusual. But then something weird started happening. Every time one of us said something, it just died there. Like I would ask a question, she would answer. Then silence. She would ask something, I would answer. Then silence again. No natural flow, no follow up, no “building” on anything. Just question, answer, pause. We both just kinda laughed awkwardly at one point cause we obviously noticed it. We tried to get it going but it felt like we were forcing every sentence Total 30-40 minutes but felt much longer. Nothing bad happened, no argument, no weird moment. Just two people who couldn’t find anything to connect on. We both said it was nice meeting each other and left. And that was all. It was not the worst date...

Commercial longline fishing is a miserable way to make a living. You live in a state of constant, grinding exhaustion. The boat smells permanently of rotting bait, and frozen brine. You work twenty-hour shifts, pulling miles of heavy monofilament line out of the freezing water, unhooking the catch, rebaiting the hooks, and stacking them back in the holds. It breaks your back and ruins your hands. I was the new guy. The crew consisted of just three of us: the captain, an older, heavily scarred deckhand who had been fishing for thirty years, and me. We were working a very deep, isolated stretch of the ocean. We had been out for ten days, and our luck was terrible. The holds were mostly empty, and we had caught a few small swordfish and some low-grade tuna, but nowhere near enough to cover the cost of the fuel and the bait, let alone make a profit. The tension on the boat was thick. The captain was pacing the deck, chain-smoking, glaring at the dark water. The older deckhand worked in gr...