greenmangostudio

So I have been working on this little project that helps people meet others traveling to the same places. Sounds simple enough, right? Apparently not when you have a brain that decides moving a button 12 pixels is a matter of national importance, I spent ridiculous amounts of time adjusting layouts, moving notifications around, fixing tiny details on mobile and making sure every page looked professional. At some point I was genuinely more concerned about whether a certain section was slightly too tall than whether anyone would actually use the damn thing. Then beta went live and real people started registering. Great news, except I noticed something I had somehow managed to overlook. People could create accounts without reallyy filling out their profiles. No photo, barely any information, sometimes no travel plans. So theree I was, looking at a website specifically designed to help strangers feel comfortable meeting each other, and half my attention had gone into making beautifully arr...

"What do you mean, 'for what'? Oh like I havent proven myself to you yet or something?? Damn" In my defense, I'm accustomed to people asking "are you proud of me" in reference to mundane things. Like "Are you proud of me? I didn't laugh once while your brother was introducing his girlfriend." Or "Are you proud of me? I made it through the whole 3 hour movie without getting up to piss." I did not realize the individual was asking for the entire gestalt of the general pride I have for them. Now the person is upset and I am having a pretty difficult time convincing them of my interpretation. Like I am definitely proud of them on many levels but they seem to think my reflexive response of "for what" represents my total lack of pride. So yeah, I done fucked up. TLDR: the person was asking if I was proud in general an I thought they were going to give me a silly reason

I am going to start this off by saying that this entire experience has felt straight out of a campy, low-budget romance novel, and honestly I am still wrestling with the fact that this is my actual life right now. Also, for context, I am 28F. So this all started about 3 months ago when I got a text message from an unknown number. It literally just said: “Check his phone: [My now Ex’s phone password].” I originally thought it was just some random asshole playing a cruel prank on me. But the longer I sat with it, the more the pieces started fitting together. At the time, my Ex (27M) was coming home way later than usual a couple of times a week. Like, coming back at 1:00 AM--mind you, he gets off work at 10:00 PM. He kept telling me his boss was taking the team out for dinners and bar hopping. Then I remembered finding a random hair tie in the passenger seat of his car a week prior. I buy very specific heavy-duty hair ties because I have thicker hair, and regular Goody ones don't...

So I think I might actually be an idiot. There's this girl from one of my classes at uni. We first met at a freshers' party, and I remember having a crush on her pretty much from the moment we met. We got along really well, had similar humour, and could just talk without things getting awkward. For a while, I considered making a move, but I eventually decided against it. We were vibing pretty well as friends, and I didn't want to risk making things weird between us in case she didn't like me like that. Then the next semester came around, and we slowly started talking less and less. Nothing happened between us, we just kind of drifted apart, being in different classes and all that. Eventually, it was mostly sending each other reels, occasionally chatting about something random, and that's about it. This was roughly a year ago. Fast forward to yesterday. I randomly run into her at a mall. We're catching up a little, talking about uni and whatever, when she b...

I have a personal project I've been working on for several months that is kind of arts & crafts adjacent. Not a major project, just something I think is worth sharing. I am not an artist. One of the final things I needed to complete it is the photography credits for the instructional booklet. Turns out, the main image I've been using for the last couple of months to mock things up, take pictures of, and do a couple instructional videos with, is not the similar image I licensed at the same time. It's a free resource that is "Personal Use Only", uploaded by someone who uploaded all of thirty photos nearly twenty years ago and disappeared. It doesn't exist on any stock photo site with a commercial license. TL;DR: I did a bunch of work with an unlicensed image that I'll be redoing now because it only exists as a "non-commercial" download.

Doesn’t get much more complicated than title says. 2 1/2 years ago I (27F) had a mildly sexual, flirty kind of conversation with my best friend (29F)s bf (28M), they’ve been together for 7 years now. No pictures were exchanged during this conversation, but it was very sexually charged and he admitted he wanted to have sex with me. This type of conversation happened 2x over a very short period of time and then never again. I kept it a secret from my best friend, but not my partner at the time (he kept my secret, we worked it out then). No excuses for betrayal, the guilt has eaten me up since, but over the last year my best friend and I have gotten so close that I couldn’t lie to her anymore. I’m a completely different person than I was then, I left my long term toxic relationship, and emotionally matured by leaps and bounds. This lead me to taking accountability and owning up to my shame. Obviously she was extremely unhappy to hear, she said she was happy I told her and was honest, ...