greenmangostudio

So this happened literally today and I am still sitting with the existential dread. Background: Got laid off from a pretty well-paying tech job about a month ago. Haven't told my parents yet — if you know, you know. South Asian household, telling your parents you lost your job isn't exactly a casual dinner conversation. The setup: Dad casually drops this morning that he's invited someone over. A prospective girl's father. For a marriage discussion. Cool cool cool. My biodata — which I obviously hadn't updated because why would I have anticipated this specific nightmare — still lists my previous company. With the title. With the salary band. The whole thing. TIFU: I am currently sitting across from a 50-something man who is thoroughly vetting me as a potential son-in-law. He's asking about my company. My role . How I manage my finances. My five-year plan. And I am answering. All of it. With a smile. I have never felt more like a con artist in a kurta. ...

My senior year of undergrad I (27F) was dating a guy for about 2 or so months when another girl (26F) reached out to me saying she’s also dating him (29M). For context, this girl and I were pretty familiar with eachother since we grew up in the same city. After the whole reveal of basically finding out he was dating the both of us at the same time, over the course of years we became great friends. The story gets messy or so because I continued to see him in secret. I still saw him until I graduated from undergrad. Since graduating, I’ve seen him probably about three times over the course of five years due to the fact that we live in different cities, I’ve been in relationships since then, and no real communication with one another. I recently saw said ex 3 weeks ago when I traveled to his city for a work engagement over the weekend and decided to hit him up. We saw eachother and I went back home like nothing happened and continued to move on with my life. Almost two weeks later, I w...

This isn’t really “today,” it was three weeks back in October ‘25. I (24M) live by myself in an apartment with two pets. Anyways, I’m used to toilets clogging. I can thank my IBS for that. However, one day my toilet clogged, and no amount of plunging could get the flush to be strong enough to wash everything down. Maintenance came and resolved it, but only temporarily. It clogged completely again, and I couldn’t fix it with simple plunging again, so I tried using Green Gobbler. After three bottles of the stuff, I gave up. Maintenance managed to resolve it again. It clogged again a day later and wouldn’t flush at all. Maintenance took much longer to arrive the third time, despite my escalatingly graphic emails to convey the importance. Over four days, it went from “Hey, my toilet is clogged again, I still have no idea what’s wrong with it” to “My bathroom reeks of poop. There is a mountain of poop in my toilet and I have to drive to stores now to use the bathroom. I can’t use my showe...

Me (27F) and my partner (30M) came back from date night yesterday night, to find the house surrounded with a potent smell of what I can only describe as farts. We were tired, wanted to continue our night, and kind of thought it was just lack of air circulation in the house somehow. It's been moist out for a few days, maybe that's the smell, so we thought. We left all windows open at night and went to bed calmly. I could not sleep the whole night due to aches and partially the smell. We woke up and continued our day, but the smell of farts were still surrounding our living room. We smelled the sinks, walked through rooms, the smell was mostly in the living room but potent enough to be carried around. My partner confirmed it didn't seem to be a sewer issue, and I started to get worried. A quick google search and a few reddit posts indicated that a fart smell could be 'rotten egg' smell, which indicates gas leak. I don't eat eggs, and am not familiar with the rot...

So im 16 (male) and I really messed up to the point I almost ended a possible 10 year relationship. What happened was im at my cousin's house for a sleepover and we just got back from doing the shopping and we were sitting on the couch when my sister who is 11yrs old was talking about she was playing with a 20yrs old man on a roblox game and even had him added on discord which had me concerned and disgusted as to why 20 yr old would talk to an 11 yr old on discord which made me really worried. So I asked her to show me who this guy was and the messages that I saw where along the lines of him saying "hello wsg child" and my sister texting him to stop calling her that and I immediately told her to send me his username so I can friend him and lie about me being a ten yr old so I can catch him out which ended up being the worst mistake I had done as it turns out he wasn't a predator but also he is gay and has a bf which he had been with since the 6th grade and he lived i...

I (22M) have to start with a little background. I am quite a perfectionist but only for stupid shit like drawing my signature in the exact proportions I want. Because if that, whenever I'm bored, I practise and I don't stop untill I draw it the way I want. I can perfectly fill pages of with my signature out of obsession. I also like writing sometimes, it's not a hobby I'm passionate about nor I'm good at, but at times it feels good. Everything started a few week ago. I was in a boring class with a professor I hated, so I started writing down mi signature. This time I got it faster than usual, so it only took half the sheet of paper. I was happy about it, but it also meant I had nothing to do to distract me from that horrible lesson, so I started remembering songs I liked in my head. At one point, a specific song came to my head, it was performed by Amaia, a Spanish singer, last Christmas. It had quite a medieval touch to it and it also reminded me about witches in...