greenmangostudio

For context, I'm 18M, at home until I leave for college after the summer. About a week ago, I ordered a small doll online. I wasn't too worried about it because I order things online all the time, and in the last year and a half, nobody in my family has ever opened one of my packages. So, naturally, I figured everything would go smoothly. Today, right after I got out of the shower, I got the notification that it had been delivered. I threw on my clothes and went outside to grab it before anyone else noticed. Except for one small problem: it wasn't there. I checked around the porch, then the mailbox in case the delivery guy put it there for some reason. But alas, there was nothing. That's when I felt a pit open up in my stomach. I opened the delivery confirmation photo, and sure enough, it showed the package sitting right in front of my door. So I meandered back inside to check if someone brought it in and left it somewhere. My mom was sitting in her office...

So Poker is highly regulated here in Belgium, so is being a bookie. Yet for the past I don't know how many years I (first with some friends, now alone) have been organizing some private poker nights and have ran a private sports betting competition. This sounds like a big deal, but in reality it isn't. None of the proceeds go to me, nor is there a rake during the poker nights. Problem is: these poker nights happen in 2 pubs after hours when they are closed, both pub owners are really good mates of me. So technically the pubs might be violating the law even though people bring their own booze (some will bring a bottle of Wodka, some a crate of beer, etc ...), pub owners don't actually sell anything during those nights (technically, in practice they sometimes just serve at their cost). The buy-in is also limited to €25 euro (no rebuy), so they are basically soft home games, just taking place in a pub behind closed doors. And everyone knows each other. Most of these people...

So there was this girl in my chemistry class. Sarah. Smart, funny, always had the best answers during discussions and somehow made titration sound interesting. Way out of my league but I've always been an idiot so I decided to shoot my shot anyway. One day after class everyone was packing up and she was standing near the door. My brain said "now or never" so I walked up to her, cool as I could manage, and said "hey I think you're really cool, I'd like to get to know you better. Here's my number" and I slid her a piece of paper like I was in some 2005 romcom. She smiled, took it, said she'd text me. I walked out of that classroom feeling like an absolute legend. Hands in pockets, slight nod to myself. Main character moment. She never texted. Or so I thought. Day 1 I checked my phone every 20 minutes. Nothing. Day 2 I told myself she's probably busy. Day 3 I accepted my fate and ate a sad bowl of cereal for dinner. I just assume...

So today we were playing together in the gym at the psichiatric clinic and while I was playing I started having this very strong pungent pain in my neck and I immediately thought it was because I kept my necklaces on and I probably cut myself with them moving. So I went to the toilet and saw a red dot but blood wasn’t coming out and that was weird considered the pain but I just said I was gonna take a break and watched the other play telling myself I was kinda dumb to have kept my jewels on but also I’m used to train in the gym with weight and there usually you don’t risk much if you leave your necklaces on. After a while a girl was in pain and very agitated I asked her what’s up and she said a wasp stung her, I was very worried cause I was always scared of wasp sting but I never got one so as soon as I saw a wasp I went and killed it and told her she was avenged. Then the trainer came with another wasp he killed and said “sorry we are going there is a nest in the gym” and there I...

Before I start: I know in my head that this is not a big deal, but my nervous system doesn't, so I am trying to regulate the stress by writing it down here. Maybe you find joy in my "suffering". I (25f) am a collector. I collect all kinds of weird stuff, but one of my biggest collections is bones. Mostly animal skulls, like sheep, cat, fox and alot of deer skulls. It started with a fox skull that someone gifted me seven years ago, and my collection has grown since. It is not huge, but big enough for people to ask me if I am a hunter and then get weirded out when I tell them I am not. Although I try to find my own remains, I haven't had much luck so I get most of my skulls second hand from a website, that is like ebay but for just my (very small) country. Since I stared my bone collection, it has been my dream to get my hands on a horse skull. I don't really know why, I don't particularly like horses and my bf hates them with a burning passion (don't ...

TIFU by mowing with the same lawnmower blade for 10 years that was progressively getting duller over time I live in the southern US in the suburbs and I’ve been increasingly frustrated with my mower to the point that I dread mowing each week. I’ve even been considering paying someone $220/month to mow my yard. Anyways I had a brainwave and got out the angle grinder and sharpened the blade. When I mowed today I was able to go 2 notches lower than I would normally have with about 25% of the frustration I would normally have! Now the plan is to go ahead and by a new blade that’s super sharp from the factory so hopefully it’s even better. Tl;dr Realized my lower blade hadn’t been sharpened in the 10+ years I’ve had the mower and could have saved my self so much frustration!