greenmangostudio

TIFU, and yes this actually happened this morning. I'm a 26-year-old engineering student in Texas and I obsess over saving energy. Our apartment is tiny, the AC bill is ridiculous, and the dryer takes forever, so I air-dry a lot of clothes. I washed a load last night, hung some nicer stuff inside, and went to bed hoping the humidity would be kind. It was not. Bright idea at 7 a.m.: use my hair dryer on the coolest setting to gently speed things up, kind of like pretending I'm running a tiny heat pump. I draped a pair of pants over a chair, pointed the dryer at them, and set it on the floor next to the chair while I did my makeup and packed my bag. Five minutes later I caught that hot-plastic smell. The dryer's intake had sucked in the edge of a towel I had put down to catch drips, and the towel was plastered to the rear grill. The dryer started sounding horrible and the towel was getting uncomfortably warm. I yanked the plug so fast I almost pulled the outlet out of the...

Let's start with: I know I'm stupid and should have asked a doctor first.. 🙌 I've been losing a lot of hair because I have psoriasis and eczema on my scalp. It's really bothering me, and I feel really insecure about it to the point that I cover it all the time. Not only am I losing hair, but the balding areas are very red, almost like burned skin, which makes it even more noticeable. I've tried everything and nothing really worked. A while ago, I saw one of my favorite influencers (who's a "licensed professional") on Ig talking about derma stamping and how it helped with their psoriasis and hair loss. They said they weren't sponsored and they swore by it. They do these online consultations, and I did one with them. They said to go for it, so I got excited and started using a derma stamp (tiny needles you use to poke your scalp) with Manoxdale. I used it for a few days, then I stopped and decided to wait until I ask my doctor (I felt like influe...

Quick update on my attempt to be a normal social adult. I finally tried to rebuild my social life by hosting a small online game night for a few coworkers. I work remote, so this felt like a big step. Last week I posted in our team chat, "Hey, if anyone wants to play a chill game Friday night, I will host." People actually responded. Multiple people. I panicked and made a calendar invite so it would look organized and not like I was a golden retriever begging for attention. Here is where I messed up. I created the invite during my lunch break while half doing a jigsaw puzzle on my desk. I set it for Friday at 7:00, then remembered one coworker is on the west coast and tried to adjust for time zones. In the process I somehow sent three different invites: one that showed 7:00 PM my time, one that translated to 4:00 PM for them, and a third that went out as 7:00 AM the next day. My calendar looked fine so I did not notice, and I was feeling pretty proud of myself for being s...

This happened about an hour ago, I'm coming back from my lunch break. I hate being disturbed during my walks. I walk for at minimum 30 minutes during a work day while I go find food for lunch. My job is on a college campus, so there are a lot of events, people advocating for a cause, advertising fraternities, etc. But a general notion I think we all understand is that when we have headphones or are looking away from one's direction, do not interact with them. While walking, I was staring at my phone while listening to music as I was passing one of the buildings for art and music when someone came up to me and asked if I could sign a petition. Now, I don't know what possessed me to do this but instead of trying to be honest, I told the man holding out a flyer "No habla español". That is "I don't speak Spanish." But I realized too late what I said and tried to correct by saying "ingles" for English. I stuttered and went "I mean ingle...

So this didn’t happen today, but it did happen last weekend, and I am still not fully recovered from the memory. I met this guy, Daniel, on a dating app about three weeks ago. He was normal. Like suspiciously normal. Good job, funny without trying too hard, no weird vibes in his messages. We went on a first date to this small bar downtown and it was honestly one of the best first dates I’ve ever had. Conversation flowed, we both made dumb jokes, and at the end he gave me a quick hug that didn’t feel forced or awkward. The only slightly relevant detail is that I was kind of nervous, so I kept sipping my drink way too fast. I probably had two cocktails and a glass of water in under an hour. I didn’t think much of it at the time except that I had to run to the bathroom once before I left. Anyway, we both texted each other after saying we had a good time, and he asked me out again for the following weekend. This time, something more “fun.” He suggested a late afternoon drive out of the ...

Today, I was really excited that my friend was back at the dorm after 3 days, so I started talking about everything and anything without thinking. Most of what I was talking about was my bipolar disorder, which admittedly, probably was annoying because I mention that so much. I was telling her I was struggling with my mental health in relation to my bipolar disorder, my parents wanted me to come home, asking her about how studies have been going, how classes have been going, random things about myself, showed her photos of the food I was having, and the list goes on. It went on for about 30 minutes. Then, I started sharing about what delusions I had when I’m manic—listing them out and oversharing. After 3, she said she needed to go to the bathroom and go soon. I basically drove her away with my oversharing, and I knew it right away. I apologized, but that didn’t really help… She probably won’t even come back next week to talk, so I messed up big time. I feel so bad, it was probably so...