greenmangostudio

For the last couple of days, I’ve had this giant house fly zipping around my living area annoying myself and my family. I’ve tried to kill him a handful of times but he’s a feisty little dude. So today, I’m just minding my own business whilst sitting on the couch. I’m mouth breathing because I have a cold and cannot breathe out of my nose. This fly, this gigantic fly, got too close to my mouth as he flew by to annoy me and I breathed him into my throat. I began almost choking on him, more in shock and disgust than anything. So I get up from the couch really quick and I genuinely feel him freaking out in my throat, rush over to the sink and that was that. Down he went into my stomach. I feel like I ended up winning the war but it doesn’t really feel that way. Sure, he’s gone, but I’ve acquired an amount of trauma from that I don’t think I’ll be able to get over for awhile. TLDR Today I was on the couch and my day old arch nemesis house fly flew directly into my throat.

Fake names: Sally (me, 26F), my partner Dan (26M), my childhood best friend Daisy (27F), and her boyfriend Aaron (27M), who is now her fiancé. This trip to Montreal had been planned in advance. Aaron secretly told us he intended to propose during the trip, and Dan and I were genuinely excited to help make it special. Before the trip, Daisy and I spent a 2-3 long hangouts planning activities, meals, and budget. She apologized for the meticulous planning but I happily helped because she stated having a plan helped her feel comfortable, and I wanted the proposal trip to go smoothly. Unfortunately, by the end of the week, I lost a friendship of over 20 years. The first issue was at the grocery store where they wanted to split groceries with us to save money, yet restricted even the smallest of items unless it was approved by them. Dan was told to put items back on the shelf as if he was a child. We easily could have bought our own items. Daisy’s card failed after I already sent her...

Today I posted about my awful living situation with my psychotic 40-year-old brother who constantly foams at the mouth and tries to stab me. However, instead of posting a picture of him or my several stab wounds, I posted an image of Mario and friends from the Mario movie. Now, I like the Mario movie as much as the next guy, but we all know this had nothing to do with the post! No brother in sight, unless you're talking about the Mario brother. Now, I got downvoted to hell and back, and there were a ton of people in my replies thinking I was a troll, an AI, or just a psychotic brother myself. The moderators of that subreddit got the post locked within 15 minutes and I was ridiculed. I suppose THIS situation was r/mildlyinfuriating , heh. TL;DR: I posted about something serious but with the wrong image, reddit people thought I was a troll.

Obligatory didn't happen today but 2 months ago. I (30M) am a closeted gay guy. I have been meeting with this discreet guy who to this day claims he's straight for casual fun. We started talking on a random "fake" Instagram I had that didn't have my name and since we both live in a small country, I told him I was visiting for work occasionally. We met a few times and it was good fun each time so we decided to continue seeing each other. However, one day he asked if he could come over in an hour. I texted my sister, who I live with and who doesn't know I'm gay, to check when she would be back and she said she was going shopping to get a birthday present for her boyfriend. Knowing her, I assumed it would take some time so I texted the guy to come over. Just as we were putting our clothes on, I heard a doorbell and I just knew it was my sister. To make matters worse, doors to my room do not shut entirely and landlord never had the key to my room s...

So this happened Saturday and I'm still processing the emotional damage. My partner Cass and I have a female-led dynamic. Part of that involves me wearing a pink maid's uniform with the frilly apron and everything when I'm doing household chores. It's our thing, it works for us, keeps me focused on service. Usually it's just us, private, no big deal. Saturday morning I'm deep in cleaning mode—dusting, heels clicking, feeling good about it. Cass is working in her office. I get the notification that a package arrived, she tells me to go get it, totally routine. I open the door expecting the usual "box on the porch, nobody around" situation. Nope. The delivery driver is RIGHT THERE. Young guy, phone already up because he was taking the proof-of-delivery photo. We make eye contact. His eyes go wide. Then he does the obvious scan down—taking in the pink uniform, the apron, the whole situation. And then I hear it. The click. He took anot...

i just need to vent bc this is probably my top 1 most stupid moment of my entire life. i genuinely thought i had some mental problems after it happened. it is my second time going to this gym, and even from the outside you could OBVIOUSLY tell there were only 2 floors. also, what kind of gym has 3 damn floors anyways? don't fucking ask me why, i thought there were 3. like one on top of the one i was working out in. so i go out, the whole gym staff looks at me thinking "what is she doing?" while i'm saying "im trying to go the 3rd floor! how do i go"? because there was an elevator (it didn't even work) on the 2nd floor and there wasn't on the first, so i thought well it must go up, so there has to be another floor or something. it's like i forgot how it looked like on the outside. they look at me like wtf? no? there are only 2 floors in this building. I guess i wanted to workout on the roof that day lmao. soooo embarassing. TL;DR: ba...