greenmangostudio

To preface, I occasionally do deliveries for Uber Eats and DoorDash outside of work and school. Since I don’t have much time to drive, I have the apps on in the background whenever I’m free an able, ready to move on a minutes notice. So it’s late night, and I’m in my garage w a vacuum gun cleaning my seats when I get a ping. It’s basically a handheld vacuum with a long tube to reach small spaces, so from a far it literally is shaped like a gun. Since I was already dressed and ready, I didn’t bother to put the vacuum away and went about my delivery. I dropped off the order (in a not so nice area of town) and I guess I didn’t make a hard stop at a stop sign bc I got pulled over. I don’t hate cops, but I am uncomfortable given I’m a minority and the area i was driving in, so I’m already on edge. Cop comes up to me saying I didn’t stop completely, I hand over my license and am rummaging through the glove compartment for registration. However the way my delivery bag was slightly exposin...

This happened today. And yes, I still feel like an absolute idiot. I have a friend — let’s call him Artem. For the past few months, he’s been planning to propose to his girlfriend. I knew about it because I helped him pick out the ring. He made it very clear: Don’t tell anyone. Especially not her. Today the four of us met up at a café — me, my girlfriend, Artem, and his girlfriend. Just a normal hangout. At some point she starts joking: Everyone around us is getting engaged or married… Mine will probably need five more years to even think about it. We all laugh. And this is where my brain decided to completely betray me. Trying to support my friend, I smiled and said: No, he just wants everything to be perfect. You don’t rush things like that. Silence. She looks at him. He looks at me. I can physically feel my stomach drop. She asks: What things? And instead of smoothly changing the subject like a normal person… I start awkwardly backtracking. Well you kno important things Artem is ba...

This happened today and I'm still cringing. I just moved into a new apartment in the suburbs after living at home for a bit. My dad is very old-school and protective - he has strong opinions about contracts, landlords, and anyone who might try to "take advantage" me. I try to keep boundaries, but the landlord had been slow to fix a couple of things from the move-in checklist, so I was nervous. This morning I wrote a short, polite email asking about two small repairs and confirming the date they would enter to do them. I wanted it calm and clear. My dad offered to proofread, and against my better judgment I let him. He didn't proofread. He rewrote it like a legal brief: a list of "documented deficiencies," references to "statutory obligations," and a line about "pursuing remedies" if it wasn't fixed within a specific timeline. It sounded like I'd already hired a lawyer. I softened a few lines, but kept more of his edits than I...

I (22F) just finished a group presentation for one of my classes. Holy hell do I feel like the shittiest person on earth. We rehearsed and practiced it like 50 times and were confident we would do great. I didn't slip up when we practiced and knew exactly what to say and when. Then it was time for the actual presentation. I started out fine in the beginning, just a few jitters. Then, in the middle of the presentation, I don't know why, or how, but I just completely lost my train of thought. I completely blanked. And as I saw that slightly confused look on the faces of the entire class and my professor, I froze even more and started panicking inside. But my teammates got a read of what was going on and moved on. Then when the presentation was nearing the end, I somehow got my shit together and finished somewhat strong. But oh my god oh my god, I feel like a monster. I feel so guilty for messing up like that, especially considering the weeks of effort I put into this. I can...

Obligatory technically not today, This is a longer issue than that. Just had the realization today so i think it still technically counts??? Also sorry for the long post, I tend to ramble. This is (unfortunately) the cut down version. I tried my best guys, sorry. So, I (M19) and my siblings, who we will call Estelle(14F), Finch(14NB) and Juniper(16F, the focus of this story) are all one quarter mexican. Dutch-Mexican mother, father won't talk about his background for some reason but he's white, if you're curious. This does make us mostly white, despite the fact that we call ourselves mexican pretty openly. Some people raise a brow at that in my experience, which is why I feel the need to provide some context for the role our culture plays in our lives. We received just as much exposure to dutch culture as well, but only our mexican part is relevant to the post. Because of my dad's secrecy, and the way our mother raised us, we all pretty much adopted her cultural back...

Today in psychology my professor was talking about discrimination and the way people can judge others based on initial impressions. I happened to be looking my professor in the eyes when he was speaking to us, which is what I do with everyone talking to me. For some reason he didn’t like this, he stared back at me and continued speaking until eventually he interrupted his lecture to call me out. He said, “you there in the hoodie! do you think anybody knows who you are?” in a slightly aggressive tone. I was completely caught off guard by this, and I felt a lot of anxiety and sudden tension in me rise. I eventually said “no” and he said “I could discriminate against you based on your hoodie.” I didn’t think anything was wrong initially because he could have just been trying to make an example out of me to add to the lecture, except he had never done this with any other student before which is what made me also think it could have been targeted. Everything was fine until I did it agai...