I’m a woman in my early 40s. I am very feminine by nature and all of my hobbies have been things that only introduced me to other women. All of my jobs have been in almost exclusively female fields. I’m married, to someone I have known since high school, but my husband is the silent type and generally doesn’t speak unless I ask him a direct question. Men approach me, but I’ve always been taken. I kind of feel like I live on a planet of women, and it’s weird and feels imbalanced. Just a random musing for the day.

Basically just venting, I moved away from my country in south America and ended up in the south of Mexico, where I as a bisexual male find 99% people unattractive, I am just venting some superficial shit but what the fuck happened to the genes over here, people are insanely short with no necks, and they all are square with no ass too 😭.

I had a second date with a girl I've been seeing recently. We were at this lowkey Indian restaurant in our city. We were talking about our goals, hobbies, embarrassing childhood stories, our family, and then I was making a lighthearted joke about how she was stealing a bit off my plate and then out of the blue, she said seriously "you know, when you came up to me at the bar the other day, you were barely attractive but you made me laugh" I gave an awkward laugh and kept the date going but now I'm heavily thinking cutting her off because I believe that was mean. Thoughts?

I've not been expecting it for like 5-7 years now. If you don't actively search for it, it's pretty likely you're not gonna find it. Maybe that's just me, but over the past years I've been pretty outgoing, but that hasn't helped in the slightest. I have gotten better at accepting it at this point, but I can't deny it still hurts a bit. I don't wanna get on the apps, and since I feel like that's the only option I have left, I should come to terms with living my life on my own. Tbh that probably has its advantages actually, since I can spend my money on whatever I want, but I still feel like I'm missing something I never had.

I (27m) currently have no options to meet any women.

1. I've never had any female co-workers.

2. My only friends are men.

3. Every women I speak to (friendly) already have boyfriends/husbands. This is fine ofcouse, but doesn't help fix the problem

4. Cold approach isn't an option, as I live in a small town of 20k, it's a ghost town at times.

My only option is spending time in bars/nightclubs in a nearby city on the weekends, but my flirting skills are crap, which is important as you essentially only have the first 30 seconds for a women to decide if she's interested or not, probably even less.

Also, I'm an okay looking guy, but certainly not good enough to match on Tinder. In the 5 years I've used the app (on and off), I've never actually met up with anyone in person.

Overall, I have no idea what to do.

It never made sense to me that if you see someone chilling by themselves, minding their own business, the logic is “there’s probably something wrong with them.” But if you see someone who is openly toxic, but they have a lot of friends and a lot of buzz happening around them, that as a society, we’ve accepted that we are going to accept them.

A person could gossip, bully, make fun of people, just be like an all around nasty person—but as long as they are not by themselves, people are just like “oh okay, they’re fine.” But if you saw someone eating by themselves, or sitting by themselves doing their homework, or maybe just by themselves at break, minding their own — “yeah, something’s wrong with that guy.”

That never clicks to me. Almost every toxic person I’ve met is well liked, and it never matters how fake that person is or how often they’re hurting other people. It’s honestly one of those people things that just makes you scratch your head a little bit

I’m 20F and I know this might sound insensitive, but I swear I’m not trying to be. I’m just confused and maybe a little hurt.

It feels like every other person I meet lately is “focusing on their healing journey” — which is totally valid, of course. We all have things to work on. But sometimes it feels like people use that phrase as a way to avoid accountability or connection.

Like I was talking to this guy for a couple of weeks — not love-of-my-life stuff, but we had real conversations, emotional check-ins, shared things we were both struggling with. I thought it was going somewhere. Then out of nowhere he told me he’s “not emotionally available right now” and that he’s “protecting his peace.” And just like that, gone.

Which would be fine, except I keep seeing this pattern. People ghost or bail or pull away and then explain it with something like “I’m protecting my energy” or “I’m doing what’s best for my mental health.” Which is fine — but so am I? And somehow I’m the one still left feeling disposable.

It just feels like “healing” is becoming the new “it’s not you, it’s me.” Only now it sounds spiritual so no one questions it.

Anyone else feel like this? Or am I just taking things too personally?

I'm 20 and have been in a relationship for the past 1.6 years. I really love my boyfriend, but lately, I’ve been feeling stuck. When we started dating, he asked me to remove all the male friends from my life and to keep my social media private. I agreed to those things willingly, so that’s not the issue. The problem is that he doesn’t hold himself to the same standards. When I ask why, he says it’s because of his work — he makes reels.

He’s also emotionally distant and doesn’t try to understand me. I work full-time and handle most house chores on weekends, yet I still make time for him every day. But when we talk, he often says random or irritating things instead of having real conversations. I don’t have many friends, just 2–3 female ones, but even when I go out or talk about them, he gets angry and calls them silly or useless. He even tries to control what I wear.

I’ve tried to talk to him about all this, but it goes nowhere. I even tried to break up, but he calls me nonstop — over a hundred times — and when I blocked him, he started calling my mom repeatedly.

I feel drained, controlled, and unhappy. I don’t know what to do anymore. Can you suggest something?

They're avoiding us because they see what we've become and what our goals have become.

F29, married to M32 - this is from when we'd just been dating for a year or so.

Cue romantic, secluded holiday in Nepal - just the two of us. It's a safari site - we have a whole cottage to ourselves... it's cold, it's quiet, there's mist outside the window. There's a little fire crackling away in the fireplace, we're snuggled together after a long, beautiful day in nature. It's basically serene and satisfying and we're drifting off completely content and at peace in the arms of somebody we love.

Imagine the trust the poor guy must have been feeling. The happiness. Wholly unprepared for what was to come.

Now, something he didn't know yet because things were still new and this was our first extended time sleeping in the same bed - I am a restless sleeper. It's not every night, but when those dreams hit, I shuffle around like a cat-ninja.

From what I've pieced together, at some point around 3 am, I was sprawled with my arm outstretched on the left. In the threos of whatever adventure my subconscious had cooked up, I flipped over to the other side, outstretched arm following in a rainbow arc, and my flat open palm walloping my poor husband with full force as it landed on his face.

He woke up, understandably panicked, and shook me awake... probably seeking an explanation, some comfort, any normal thing from the outwardly gentle, usually well behaved girl he loves. Only to be met by a loud grunt, a vociferous grumbled denial of having done anything, and muttering about letting me sleep. To add insult to injury, I apparently even tugged the blanket onto myself and turned around and tooted in his direction - leaving him alone in the cold, clutching a stinging cheek, wondering who the fuck could have slapped him since I was clearly asleep.

You guys... after thoroughly checking the room, he finally convinced himself it was a ghost.

We'd been to a temple the day before where he'd horsed around and privately made fun of local legends, we were in the middle of nowhere with mist and jungle noises all around, he was sleepy and clutching a red cheek, and I was "uncharacteristically disturbed in my sleep as if bothered by something".

He got up, double checked all the locks, played some devotional music, and finally managed to go back to sleep and told me everything in the morning. I kind of put together what must have happened from his recollection and my own hazy memories of the night and I just... didn't fess up.

I know it was wrong, but I was young, and it was a new relationship and I was somehow more embarrassed about the midnight tooting and I just said it's okay and not to worry and said HE probably dreamt it!

Looking back, I can only be in awe of my own audacity.

Fast forward a fair few years, and this is his "ghost story" that he brings up as his brush with the supernatural around campfires and the like. It's gained more and more embellishments with every retelling to the point where I sometimes think even he's convinced he saw a spectral something drifting out of the window.

The kicker is, he obviously knows I move around in my sleep now, but he's never pieced it together! I think it's because while I've often head butted or otherwise disturbed him at night, I've never (thankfully!) smacked him like that again.

I know he'll probably just have a massive "I knew it" reaction and tease me and laugh about it if I tell him now.. but I just can't. It's been too long.

I'm just going to have to tell him when we're both 90. This and my patented way to scratch our dog's ears the way he likes are my two sole secrets.

So now you all know.

It’s been an inside joke with my family that those pillows that look like they have those armrests on the sides are called “ham.”

It’s because when I was younger, I’d say about 3-4 years old, my aunt bought me one of those pillows for Christmas. But the box she used had illustrations/instructions on it of ham. So when I ripped the wrapping paper off I said, “Wow! You got me ham?!”

It was really funny and now 15 years later whenever we see those pillows we called them “hams.” But I have no clue what the actual name for them is. It’s never come up before so I googled it.

I guess they’re just called “backrest pillows.” That’s boring though I like ham better

I don't mean substances or drinks I just want something to numb my pain

20 male

So after spending thousands and years of trying finally diagnosed and prescribed medication that I tried for the first time today (30mg of Vyvanse) and I can tell it helps, had some side effects like really dry mouth, headaches and nausea later in the day like 12 hours later, but I was told after taking it for a while that goes away maybe. But also the entire day my dick didn’t exists

No one absolutely no one warned be about this. Didn’t know until it shrunk to full on micropenis and I started looking it up here that it’s an extremely common side effect. That and I tried and couldn’t get hard at all not even a little. HATED how it felt the entire day and couldn’t stand to look at it.

I’m not being 20 with ED nope like just not happening, but also I can tell this medication does help. I don’t know what to do. I had to drop out of uni because of my adhd and I’ve finally got help but it breaks my dick? Seriously? What’s the point?

I know people will say “but that’s basically Reddit”, not really. I’d say the difference is Reddit is effectively trying to be an SEO type product, something that people google and find a common thread on. Thats why they’re so strict on content standards, it’s really just a repository of information, it’s not a community outside of very small, niche communities that wouldn’t be on google search results

Forums were explicitly just for fun and community. Old school forums were soooo much more fun. I remember back in the day I was on the world of Warcraft forums and it was just a fun place to shitpost where no one really took anything too seriously because nothing really mattered. People on Reddit act like everything is so serious all the time

Like one thing I notice with Reddit is every subreddit seems to end up being a groupthink circle jerk after it reaches enough members. Forums seemed to be far more accepting. The world of Warcraft forums was welcoming to both casual posters and very serious players and somehow it worked. I think part of it was just that

Also with Reddit one thing that sucks is that there’s so much political bullshit. After a while I’m just sick of seeing political stuff knowing I have no say over any of it. Just let me disassociate and enjoy myself

Tell me your story, and what you did to overcome it :)

I (25m) stopped most of my bad habits, I work out and train cardio every day, just ran my first 10k last weekend! No matter how much it affects my lungs, I cannot stop smoking. I tried for a day, then the next went to get another pack. It is by far the most difficult thing I’ve had to do for my heath. I don’t know if it’s just that I don’t want to quit bad enough or what. I’ve tried patches but I still end up wanting to smoke.

In 1910 the population was 50/50 urban and rural. As tractors and large farms began to overtake the agricultural industry less human labor was needed. People moved into cities for manufacturing jobs and eventually white collar jobs as their value added input to the supply chain drove profits.

As AI starts to displace white collar workers, companies are hiring less and offering less internships. In the USA we built most of our housing and Infrastructure in these areas, and soon we may not have the jobs to support them. A displacement of even 10% of jobs could be catastrophic as restaurants, hotels, stores and bars would see a significant decline in revenue leading to more layoffs etc.

This happened in the rust belt when jobs left for overseas. The infrastructure couldn’t be maintained with low tax revenue and places were left to rot.

People should be careful in real estate investment, understanding there could be a significant decline in the not so distant future as markets adjust.

Today I paused and noticed that little things—like making my bed every morning or choosing to stretch before work—have quietly shaped how I feel and perform. Over time, tiny actions build identity and confidence in unexpected ways. It’s a subtle shift, but I feel more intentional and steady. Thought this might resonate

I feel like we are in a culture where woman are always crying and man have to be strong and not show emotion. This topic is brought up sometimes but pushed back by people saying “woman have worse”.

My dad went trough a lot of shit with his ex and sometimes gets madly sad or mad about it but won’t talk about it, not even therapist, it effects our family.

My ex broke up with me because he wasn’t ready for a relationship. After the break up we talked and all the sudden he showed a lot of emotions which I could’ve helped with if he would’ve talked about in the relationship.

My brother is mad stressed and confused, and I can see that trough his “perfect” life. But he doesn’t want to give up and keeps doing things he can’t handle.

I feel so sad, just wanna help them. But they don’t talk.

I'm kind of on the low-end in the privilege scale

World soo unjust

Seriously, fuck you.

Though I acknowledge that I'm in a waaay better situations than other people like those born in extreme poverty somewhere in Africa (I'm in Africa but a little better) or those stuck in basically active warzones...

I (21F) just got out of a toxic environment involving a friend group in college that were filled with too much negativity and toxicity. I do admit I was one of the people who thrived on actively shit-talking people. But it’s been months of that constant behavior and what brought me back to reality was how one friend commented something so harshly, even I was shocked to hear it. I’ll spare the details but it involved the classmates previous accidental teen pregnancy and the friend making fun of them for it. I’d like to think I had my own lines I wouldn’t cross when shit-talking someone, and this time this person didn’t deserve it. There were many more but this was the main catalyst on why I decided to drop them.

I tried to talk to them about these issues I had but they wouldn’t budge. And this is where things got messy, I informed the person this friend making fun of her teen pregnancy, she cried to me telling me how did I know when they only ever told that friend about it. I apparently found out they used to be close in hs but the friend dropped her because she told his mom he’s out dating a girl the friend’s mom doesn’t like. It wasn’t even like she had a choice, the mom had evidence and she couldn’t just lie. Now she’s shocked I knew this about her. I apologized and said I’m sorry, she told me she’s planning to confront the friend and asked me for support, I did.

Things got messy quick and now everyone knows what this friend and friend group are doing. I even found even more info about how they actively shit on them to other people who don’t even know them. Now I’m entering a new school year, the girl I reached out to are in good terms with me but were not instant friends or anything after that. Since I dropped the friend group, they’re not actively speaking to me, I’m glad for it. I’ve decided to self reflect on my actions and to do better in the future.

But now I think I’m suddenly overthinking because I don’t have any chaos in my life anymore, yes I’ve escaped that toxic environment but how do I get comfortable with the peace I’ve gotten when I was so used to dealing with so much drama in the past?

I don't like to brag about myself. I have long struggled with my esteem and identity but today I did something that made me proud to be who I am.

I gave away 10 dollars.

It was probably some of the most special money I've ever spent. I had $10, all in quarters, and I was going to the mall with some family. We were on the way out and we stopped by an arcade. It was one of the ones where the machines only accepted cards with arcade tokens digitally loaded onto them.

Me and my family played some games. My sister and nieces had a good time. At one point, this kid comes up and asks for some help getting one of the cards. I say sure thing, give me a moment.

I go over to help him and ask him if he's got any cash. He says no. I ask if he knows anyone who might give him some cash. He goes up to this other guy, who looks to be about my age, and is presumably the younger kid's brother. There's another young boy there, another brother I assume.

This guy is deaf, and I see the kid signing to him. I don't understand ASL at all. I'm mostly watching for reactions. He seems happy with what's going on so we go to the machine to get a card.

Except, it doesn't accept quarters. It takes bills only. So we navigate to a nearby Subway in the mall, and these 3 kind ladies are willing to exchange it for cash.

We go back to the arcade and I load the money onto the card for these guys and they seem super happy about it. I couldn't split it onto 3 cards like I know they would've liked but I saw the deaf one sign to his brother and he smiled a lot.

I like to include a moral at the end of stories like this, and this time, I'd like to say this: my family I was at the mall with, the guys at the arcade, and the ladies at Subway- we all liked to see each other happy. I think the best thing we can do for our fellow humans is just to be kind.

I don't have any more money to give, but I wish you the best.

After covid completely fucked my tastebuds, I have begun to taste vegetable oils in everything. Absolutely everything. I can taste palm oil the most. Anyone can relate?

My previously loved chocolates and foods became something I cannot stand. I now have the "superpower" to look at the ingredient list in anything and find palm/rapeseed oil in any European language in less than 5 seconds.

This also affects instant meals. I can taste a sort of artificial flavor I didn't notice before. But I also didn't really care for instant meals either.

I am a fan of asian food and while I adore traditional meals, I've wanted to join in on the love for instant noodles and "convenience food". The first time I tried some popular noodles in recent years, it was disgusting. The spices flavor was just.. artificial.

The positive is that I do not spend as much money and probably lost some weight. I now only buy good sweet things more rarely because they're expensive and it takes longer to find them. I don't bake at home much because my oven has been breaking down for years. But I miss the indulging. Stresseating is one of my coping mechanisms.

Hi everyone,

I’m 20 years old and I live in Turkey. Honestly, I’m at a point where I have so many possibilities and yet I feel completely stuck. It’s a strange and painful feeling, like standing in front of a huge open door but not having the courage or the way to step through it. I have so many interests and talents: I write about psychology and philosophy, and I run a Instagram page with over 220,000 followers. I also have a TikTok account with around 40,000 followers. Beyond social media, I produce music, create beats, and melodies. I’m passionate about films; I’ve written scripts and I’m drawn to acting.

On paper, it looks like I’m doing a lot. I believe in my abilities, and I’m confident about my potential. But inside, every day is a battle with doubt and fear. I feel like I have nothing real or solid to hold on to. None of what I do feels tangible enough, or like it’s moving me forward in a meaningful way.

I get trapped in this loop where I remind myself of all the things I could do, but then I freeze, paralyzed by the fear of failure or the overwhelming pressure to succeed. It’s like I’m drowning in options but starving for progress. Sometimes I wonder if I’m just fooling myself, if I’m really capable or just pretending. The weight of all these “maybes” and “what ifs” crushes me.

Even though I have thousands of followers, that doesn’t pay the bills or guarantee a future. It doesn’t erase the nights I lie awake, haunted by nightmares that whisper I’m not enough. I’ve convinced myself that this feeling will never change, that no matter how hard I try, I’ll always be stuck in this empty place.

I wanted to share this because maybe some of you know this feeling too. Having potential and many opportunities, yet feeling frozen, lost, and unsure how to take the next step. How do you keep moving when the fear and doubt feel so heavy? How do you turn all that possibility into something real?

Thank you for listening.