greenmangostudio

(Sorry if there are any mistakes, English is not my native language) This story actually started many years ago, but it's still ongoing, so there might be updates. First, a little context: I had a childhood friend (let's call her Anna, not her real name). We'd been friends since I was about 4 or so. We went to the same kindergarten, then the same school. At some point, in 4th grade, my parents decided to transfer me to a different school. They didn't ask me if I wanted it, they just told me on the last day. It really upset me, but I came to terms with the time. We continued to communicate, although we saw each other in person much less often. Then, in 6th grade (I've roughly estimated this time), something happened that I can't remember for the life of me. All I know for sure is that for some reason I seriously insulted her. I don't remember how exactly or why. But we didn't speak for several years. We always had a couple of mutual friends, but I neve...

So, I (27M) have this really weird habit that I've had since I was a kid. Whenever I eat cherries, I fiddle with the stem in my mouth. I’ve done it literally forever. My mom used to call me a hamster because my cheeks would puff up while I moved it around with my tongue. I honestly don’t know why I do it—it’s just kind of soothing, I guess. When I was younger, I'd keep the stem in my mouth all day, just pushing it to the side when I wasn't playing with it. My mom made me stop eventually because she was worried I'd fall asleep with it in my mouth or choke or something. Since then, I only keep it in my mouth for a few minutes at a time, usually in private. Around other people, I'd excuse myself to the bathroom for a quick "cherry stem session." Toilet paper, phone, stem—five minutes, maybe a bit longer. It's been my little thing from elementary school all the way through college. Fast forward to now: I'm married (24F), and apparently, my wife has ...

Today has been nightmare fuel for the rest of my life and I will never be the same man that I was before this morning. Today’s FU started like any other morning. I got up, grabbed my work clothes from the fresh laundry and went to get ready for work. Now this would hardly be considered a mistake if not for the fact that this laundry was brought in from the line last night by my spouse. It’s been unusually warm this past week and as such more insects etc have started roaming about. This dear readers is where I made my fatal mistake. I can admit that I am not a bug person and I’m not ashamed of that. But when I put on my pants and then immediately felt an intense pain on my butt cheek I screamed. Both out of pain as it seemed to be getting worse and also because I was certain I had just been bit by something. My dear spouse the brave man that he is, came to my rescue as I desperately asked for him to check my pants as I thought I had been bitten by something. Sure enough in my pants ...

Pretty much the title. I was reviewing for a lecture and glanced at the syllabus and saw it written out. At first I genuinely thought they spelled it wrong. I stared at it for a second like… wait no that’s not how that word goes. But no… I’m the one who’s been wrong my entire life. Apparently it’s global WARMING. Not global warning. And the worst part is I always thought “warning” made more sense with the definition 😭 Like the earth is basically warning us about the rising heat. In my head I was like wow… now the word warming that’s actually of mass more sense So yeah. I’ve been confidently saying global warning for YEARS. Now that I noticed it I keep catching myself saying it wrong out loud and having to correct it mid-sentence. Anyway. Just needed to share my academic downfall with someone because this was absolutely a blonde moment. TLDR; I thought it was global warming not warming

I have been struggling with some gut issues, etc. So a friend convinced me to try the carnivore diet. (if this diet works for you then awesome, we are all different, this isn’t a knock on the diet itself.) So proceed with the meats and eggs. Breakfast, lunch dinner. It all seems to be going ok as possible until the 4th day when I realize I haven’t pooped in well, 4 days. I figure it’s the new diet, it will adjust. 3 more days go by and I’m getting increasingly uncomfortable. I have pounds of fermenting meats in my intestines and it feels like it. I’m releasing horrid gas that smells like it. Well now it’s been a week. I figure this isn’t good, right? So I head to the store. I have zero experience with laxatives and I’m too embarrassed to ask anyone, so I google. So I throw in some kids dulcolax (good to start gentle, right?) some glycine suppositories because I read on Reddit (thanks Reddit) that these are gentle and effective, some adult Dulcolax, some prune juice (classic choice) a...

Obligatory this happened eleven years ago, but still haunts me to this day. Also, I'm on mobile, in case formatting is wonky.     My family and I were spending one of our last days before moving out of state at a Gattitown entertainment center. There was bumper cars, arcade games, and way too many little children running around. None of it appealed to grumpy, antisocial, teenage me. I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, but I was bravely enduring it all.     My mother granted me the high honor of keeping an eye on my youngest sibling, who was about 6. I let her run around and enjoy herself for a while, but eventually I sensed that we would be leaving soon, and I needed to have her with me. So, without much of a glance, I reached out and grabbed what I thought was my little sister. Was the sight size and shape, after all.     I stood there, hating life, watching children run around screaming, and was only mild...