greenmangostudio

So I have been getting into the habit of taking cold showers, getting up early, embracing discomfort, etc which involves a certain amount of pain. I've watched attack on titan where the main guy needs to bite himself and draw blood from his hand which looked super painful but kinda cool. I tried to do that out of curiosity but I couldn't get to the point where I drew blood. I also know people cut themselves out of serious depression and I don't want to minimize that at all. It's horrible. But out of curiosity I wanted to see my pain tolerance, essentially to see how tough I was so I got out a pocket knife and cut myself on the arm a few times until I was bleeding pretty good. It did hurt but it wasn't the worst pain I've ever experienced, so I felt pretty good that I was able to take it. In any case, I completely neglected the fact that I would look like I cut myself out of depression instead of for fun, so when my mom got home, her eyes shot right to the cut...

This happened three days ago and I want to move to a different country. There’s this guy in my friend group. we've been friends for like a year and a half, nothing weird, except lately it felt like something shifted. or I thought it did. he was texting more, finding reasons to sit next to me, did this thing where he'd fix my hood when it was half stuck in my jacket collar which like. who does that platonically. WHO. So last friday we're at a pregame at our mutual friend's place, it gets late, people leave, and it's just me and him on the couch. close. talking about nothing. and he gets this look on his face, kind of soft, kind of serious, leaning slightly and going quiet mid-sentence. I have never been more sure of anything in my life. I kissed him. he did not kiss me back. not like he pushed me away, he just. froze. and then pulled back a little and did this sharp exhale and said "oh." one syllable. oh. I wanted to dissolve into the couch cushion...

So today I confirmed what my response is to the life long question of “are you a fight or flight person?” I’m sitting at this random nature preserve waiting to pick up my younger brother (10), and I realize I have to pee like… aggressively. Like this is not a “wait another 30 minutes” situation. This is a “decisions are about to be made” situation. I look around and there is nothing out here. No buildings, no people, it was basically just an open field on the side of a busy streets right before the woods, where you can park to wait to pick up the kids. At the time it was just me, my poor choices, and one suspiciously lonely porta potty sitting in the distance like it’s been waiting for me specifically. So I’m like, you know what? In and out. Quick mission. What could possibly go wrong. I sit down, minding my business, everything is fine. I’m thinking I made a great decision. Then. I reach for the toilet paper. As I unfurl the roll time slows down and the next moments literally ...

TIFU by clogging my new friend’s toilet and possibly messing it up I (19F) was hanging out at my new friend Macy’s (18F) house. We have a college art class together where we meet on Tuesdays to critique homework we did over the weekend, then get new homework on Thursday and repeat. This time we had to draw peppers. I didn’t want to buy peppers I wasn’t going to use, so I went to her house to do the assignment. Her boyfriend Jay (around 22M I think) was also there. Quick note: I’m really bad at writing, so I originally talked this whole story into a notes app and used ChatGPT to help format it. The story itself is mine. We were just sitting, talking, working on the assignment. At some point I asked Macy specifically which bathroom would be best for pooping. She kind of giggled and was like, “Uh… all of them I guess,” and pointed me to one. I go in, do my business, and it was… a large situation. I thought about asking her for a plastic knife, but I was like no, that’s embarrassing, ...

This memory comes back to haunt me every once in a while, so I thought maybe someone else would find joy in it. Last Christmas, I (22F at that time) attended the holiday party of the company I work for, which was at a local bar. I had been with for a year at that time, and I was doing my best to talk to my coworkers and form some friendships. Because of my role, I tend to only really talk to a handful of people in the company, and I struggle talking to new people because I’m not a bubbly or outgoing person. I don’t have social anxiety, I just prefer observing; I’ve always been described as quiet. But I’ve been trying to expand my circle of friends. I ended up standing in a group with the one girl at my work that I do have some sort of a significant friendship with and some people I’ve visually deemed as ‘cool’ but never actually talked to. I was enjoying listening and nodding along to the conversation, and I heard this really cool woman (probably mid 30’s with a lot of awesome tatto...

This actually happened last night, but I'm still fairly upset about it. I was picking up my son from high school yesterday around 3:30 pm. As we were heading to get my daughter from work, my son said he was hungry and wanted to stop at McDonald's for some nuggets. When we got there, he willingly decided he would buy everyone an early dinner, his treat. He bought burgers, fries, drinks and nuggets for 4 people. It was a nice thing for him to do. The problem was, earlier that morning, I had my husband put meatballs and spaghetti sauce in the crockpot to use with the spaghetti noodles I would cook when we came home from work and school. I had completely forgotten about it. Spaghetti and meatballs is also this son's absolute favorite meal. I didn't remember at all until we walked thru the door and we could smell the food cooking. I felt awful for letting him spend money on something we didn't need since we had not only dinner cooking, but his favorite meal almost re...