greenmangostudio

For context, I’m a gay man, and I was 19 when this happened. It was very much a phase of my life where I was very, very sexually active. You know that period where you want to try everything, discover everything, have zero self-preservation instincts, and way too much confidence? Yeah. That. At the time, I was doing an internship at a company, and if I’m being completely honest, I spent way more time on Grindr looking for my evening hookup than actually working. Also, back then I definitely had a thing for older men. Daddy issues, you know. So one day I start talking to this guy, probably in his 40s, maybe older, I honestly don’t remember exactly. We chat, things get heated, and he tells me, “When you finish work, come straight to my place.” And of course, I say yes. I leave work, get in my car, and it’s about a 25-minute drive to his place. And during that drive, one very important detail becomes impossible to ignore: I have to pee. Like, really pee. Not a cute little managea...

This happened in my school group chat and I still don’t know why people trust me now. Someone sent a screenshot and asked if it was real or fake. It wasn’t even anything important, just random drama stuff. I replied pretty confidently like “nah that looks fake to me.” That should’ve been the end of it. But for some reason people took my answer seriously. Like too seriously. After that, anytime anything got posted in the chat, people would start tagging me asking “is this real?” or “check this.” Even stuff I had nothing to do with. At first it was funny, so I just kept giving opinions. Then it escalated. People started acting like I could tell what was true or fake instantly. Someone even said “if he says it’s real, it’s real” like I’m some kind of fact checker for school drama. Now I open the group chat and half the messages are just people waiting for me to confirm things I didn’t even see happen. I tried to back off and stop replying, but then people started DMing me inst...

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...