greenmangostudio

My friend and I were standing on a staircase outside of a building. I am white (relevant) and my friend is white passing. A black woman (also relevant) approached and said something I didn’t hear, but I assumed she was trying to get by since we were blocking the stairs, so I moved behind my friend so she could get past. The woman looked flabbergasted and said, “I’m not gonna hurt you guys or anything, I was just looking for a light.” I realized that I indeed looked like I was cowering behind my friend. I was mortified. My friend was mortified. I quickly explained I didn’t hear her and I thought she just wanted past, but I’m not sure she believed me. My friend told her we didn’t have a lighter for her and she went to ask someone else. My friend told me if I had stepped in front of her instead of behind her, maybe it wouldn’t have looked as bad, but of course, I wasn’t thinking about that, I was thinking, “Oh, we’re so rude and blocking the entry for this woman, I should get over...

I (22F) think I have ASPD, and it's ruining my life. I live a parasitic life, I lie constantly, I steal, I feel threatened when someone calls me out, I get angry when someone cries, I get into arguments constantly, I have no realistic plans for my future I just waste my present with impulsive choices, I waste money constantly, I only feel bad when I get the consequences, I've never had an actual relationships, I try to normalize my bad behaviour, I make people sad or angry then go back to doing what I was doing and feel shocked when people are stuck on it even if it was 5 minutes ago. I don't like responsibility, I do everything in my power not to work, I feel entitled to peoples admiration but I don't admire myself, I get throughts of hurting people even tho I would never do that, when people inconvenience me even if they're close to me I wish they died so they'd be out of my way, I constantly imagine myself with a better position, wealth, status and psychi...

i had just started working at this company two months ago and yesterday my coworkers had a party at our boss's house celebrating his work anniversary. everyone's relatively pretty young and LOVES to drink, so the tequila was flowing and everybody was passing around shots and getting fucked up. we drank A LOT, but i was feeling fine. after the party, my coworkers and i wanted to keep the festivities going so we decided to hit the bars. that's when all the alcohol from the party hit me at once, and i blacked out. i don't remember the bar at all, don't know if i said anything embarrassing, and that's seriously killing me. and then i somehow ended up back at my boss's house and my boss's wife (who's also my coworker) took my purse and hid it because it seemed like i was about to drive home. she told me to stay the night along with another coworker of mine who also got really fucked up, and called my mom to explain the situation. i woke up feeling re...

I’ve (F26) been posting here a lot about my ex boyfriend (M27) of over 5 years who I caught getting sex workers behind my back. Important context for this situation is that we live together in a rented home with his whole family including his mom (F52) his brother (M28) and a couple others.I don’t have a family of my own, but I used to. Growing up it was just my mom, me, and my little sister. My mom was extremely neglectful and harmed the both of us a lot. I effectively raised my sister until she was 15 and I was 22 when ultimately I accepted that I was in over my head and had to call CPS on my mother. My childhood was so bad that I’ve been diagnosed with about 7 disorders including CPTSD. I am managing well with medication and therapy and I know how to ask for the help I need when I need it. My mom had physical custody and I technically lived with them but I was gone working and with my now ex boyfriend so much that I could avoid home for weeks at a time. In that time my mom and ...

This actually happened a couple of days ago and the guilt is honestly driving me crazy, so I just need to share it here. To give you some context, I am usually a very outgoing person. I genuinely love being around people, making jokes, and organizing plans. But I have this incredibly stupid issue with my mental health where my "social battery" doesn't give me a warning when it’s about to empty. It doesn't slowly drain; it just straight up crashes from 100% to 0% in a split second. When this happens, it’s like a switch flips in my head. My brain shuts down, I get hit with intense anxiety, and I feel this suffocating need to be completely alone in a dark room. No talking, no eye contact, nothing. So, a few days ago, I was out with a good friend of mine. We hadn't seen each other in weeks, so we planned to meet up at a busy cafe in the city center. For the first hour, everything was going amazing. We were laughing, catching up, and having a genuinely great time. ...

You know how sometimes you see something and immediately have an impulsive thought to do something stupid? Yesterday, I saw a dead snake on the side of the road that looked freshly killed. I don’t know what killed it, but it was definitely dead. For fun, I moved it about 12 inches into the middle of the sidewalk with my shoe, hoping people would get freaked out by it, and walked away. Today, I noticed someone had moved the snake back to the side of the road again, this time even farther from the sidewalk. So naturally, I decided to move it back. The problem was, it was really far away and somehow stuck to the pavement. I kicked it harder to get it moving, and snake guts went flying all over my shoe. Now my shoe smells like rotting flesh. TL;DR: Don’t kick a snake corpse unless you want your shoe to smell like decaying guts.