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I'm a student, who has a full time job. I pay for my education. I live alone and i've been financially independent since i was 18. Yesterday, while working i heard the HR arguing with my coworkers, later on she called me and ask me to go into her office so i did. She started shouting at me for absolutely no reason. Started accusing me of coming in late etc.. I started arguing with her, it was pretty bad. Both of us were screaming. I was unprofessional with her for the 1st time in almost 3 years. She was very picky with her words but also very disrespectful. She told me to come earlier than i should the enxt day knowing i had 4 university classes. I told her I'm not coming and that i want my salary and i want to quit. So she said "you're not getting your salary and you can contact our lawyers". So i said sure yet we kept arguing. The auditor started trying to calm us down and so did another coworker. We kept going for over 30 mins. I was literally shaking, s...

So last night I went to grab some takeout after a long day. I was exhausted and kind of zoned out because earlier I had been playing cs with some friends for hours. Anyway I finally get my food, walking out of the restaurant and I somehow managed to trip on absolutely nothing. Like my brain just forgot how to walk. The bag flew out of my hands and it all landed right on a couple sitting at one of the tables. The girl sitting there gasped and the guy shot me this death stare and I just stood there looking like the biggest clown on earth. I apologized like a hundred times, grabbed napkins, tried to help clean it up but honestly there’s only so much you can do when someone else’s clothes are covered in your general tao chicken. The staff were nice enough to remake my order but I was so embarrassed I didn’t even want it anymore. I just wanted to crawl under a rock. Pretty sure I ruined someone’s date night. Moral of the story: I shouldn’t be allowed to carry food when tired TLDR tripp...

Today was quite the stressful day for me. I had a big train journey and ended up missing a train, which ruined my schedule for the rest of the day. After I managed to get new connection tickets, I had a problem though. Stress can make my stomach pretty upset and exactly that was happening. Alright, so off to the bathrooms I was. There was a cleaning lady going through both of the gendered bathrooms regularly and both bathrooms had a queue. When I finally got to a stall, I used a wet wipe to wipe down the seat, despite it being cleaned just before by the cleaning lady. Idk, otherwise it just feels weird for me to sit down. Usually I throw my wipes into the trash, but this bathroom didn't seem to have one? Which is pretty weird, as I was in the womens room and where would you be supposed to dispose of your period products?? But okay, I decided to just throw the wipe into the toilet since I really didn't want to put it into my pocket or be an ass and throw it on the floor. My ...

Well, this year I moved into a new place and it has taken a few months to get all my stuff sorted out and get new furnishings in order to settle into this new place. I lost some of my stuff during the move but that's besides the point. A few weeks ago my friend decided to donate a couple of things to me out of good will for also helping him find a place to live. He currently is renting a room upstairs in the same house, so in return he's given me his "small" 60 inch LED smart TV since he has another bigger one somewhere in storage. The other thing he gave me was this pry-bar/crowbar thing that he uses for work since he's works as a carpenter. The thing is no more than a foot long and it's not his only one. So, this TV has been sitting in my room for about a week now and I can't set it up at all since the original mount or stand has been lost as well. Ever since I've moved in here one of the tenants has had this problem of unwanted interlopers just w...

TIFU by buying a paddle board in autumn and giving myself hypothermia twice in one week A week ago I saw a paddle board on post-season sale for half price. My inflatable kayak had died this summer (think rubber Titanic beyond recovery), so I impulsively bought it. Probably the last hot weekend of the year (25 °C / 80 °F) — but I couldn’t try it that day. I made it my goal: stand up and paddle, or send it back. Wednesday Looked sunny, so off we went. In reality: strong wind, choppy water, stronger current; air and water about 16 °C (60 °F), air colder than expected. I still thought, “Hey, I’m here now — let’s test it anyway.” Knee-paddling went well, but the first attempt to stand: a wave knocked me overboard. I came up gasping, pain in my side, arms not working for a couple of minutes, then swam to safety. Smart: I wore a life jacket and a friend was on shore watching me. Not smart: no wetsuit — just a sweater, turning me into a soggy bag of tea in the wind. And stupid me kept...

I'm so embarrassed and it's been two days. So my fiancee's favorite dish is pasta ala vodka. The important context is I (21) live in the US where the drinking age is 21. My fiancee is 19. Okay? I've never bought alcohol before, and my fiancee obviously can't buy vodka, so she can't make it. So I said I'd buy the stuff so I can make it for her, since she's been having a stressful time in college and has been eating canned soup and ramen in her dorm. It's her favorite food after all and since she's not at home nobody else can make it and it's too expensive to go out somewhere to buy it. So whenever we're together for the weekend I try to make her good food. Keep in mind, all the alcohol in the vodka burns off in cooking of course! It just adds to the flavor. And I'm a pretty good cook, so I'm confident I can make it well. So we're out at the grocery store, buying all the stuff for the sauce, the noodles, but I realize the st...

I (m 28) am a big gamer, and have tried to get my fiance (f 27) into gaming as well. My friends routinely plan mini tournaments amongst each other where we have small wagers for the person who loses. My fiance, in an attempt to get into gaming, asked to join one of these tournaments. I was initally hesitant as I told her she should probably spend a year getting used to the games before jumping into a tournament. She was insistent that she was ready and this led to a somewhat heated debate. Eventually I told her she could join. Long story short, not only did she do well in the tournament, but she actually managed to rank higher than me. (for those wondering the game was: Rocket League). Now as a forfeit of her ranking higher than me, I agreed to dress up in an outfit of her choice and my friends and I have to go out and get dinner at a restaurant together. I never imagined this would happen so I did not pay to much attention to this possibility. Now her and my friends are dying wa...

Yes, i know i shouldnt do it. But for once i got kinda jealous. So overall i completly trust him, i have full access to his phone all the time cause he added my fingerprint to the touch ID so i could pay with his phone. But the problem is - he is very popular to the point people make edits with him or even draw him so of course he's got LOTS of dms. Despite the fact that he doesnt answer to most of them when i saw how many notifications he has and i got a little jealous. When he fell asleep i just took his phone and started going through literally everything. But all i found was just normal pics of him, his friends etc. Absolutely normal messages between him and his friends, hundreds pics of deer, even more pics and edits with trains and buses for some reason (i even scrolled his tik tok for you page and it was all just trains, buses and cars), and i found out that he is playing brawl stars and he is even spending money on that stupid game.... When i was going through his phone ...

I have a new start up with a potential investor interested. He asked for some information via e-mail that I sent. But I sent the wrong deck, it still had all the extra slides in it I didn’t use. Then I tried to fix it with a follow-up email explaining and trying to send the right deck. But then I forgot the attachment so I had to email yet again to send it. So the investor will come in to see three e-mails in his inbox instead of one. Hmm. Spam. No attention to detail. Pretty sure that is not going to impress him, and he was our best lead. I’m an idiot. No way to fix it, will bury my head in the sand. 😭 Probably can kiss that investor good-bye! “TL; DR” I accidentally spam emailed a potential investor cuz I kept messing up sending the right attachment. Investor money, bye-bye. 😢

This happened yesterday, not today. So money tight rn bills kicking my ass but yesterday bro… I lived like the mf main character. Normal day on the jobsite just grinding. Boss pulls up, not with tools not with problems but with beers and cutwaters. Man a legend. I got this coworker, he’s my homie but also my rival. we both same age and everybody knows we tryna get that supervisor spot. usually we competing like crazy. But yesterday? we just looked at each other, cracked a beer and shotgunned it in front of the crew. Rivalry paused. Respect unlocked. After work I’m starving so I hit Popeyes. they take like 10 mins and I’m like “bruh hurry tf up” but when I get the bag it’s a jackpot: 3 fries instead of 1 3 thighs AND a breast (I only ordered 2 pieces) biscuit baked so perfect it could be in a museum I’m like damn. I don’t even got money rn but life is GOOD. Then I hop in my dream truck (finally got it a few weeks ago still feels unreal) and decide to cruise the city. On 84th street go...

So, I'm not crazy ignorant, or stupid, or niave. I swear. I (36f) know you never mix bleach with anything like vinegar or anything with ammonia (or with anything else ever). I know you don't touch it, it's highly corrosive if left in certain types of bottles.... but I've never actually used it before. I usually use vinegar or spray 9 (for the really icky stuff) or sometimes the Mr. Bubbles, (which btw, works way better on calcium spots and lime scale than CLR). And I always try to avoid the really harsh chemicals. Both for safety and to not pollute as much as possible. Unfortunately, I got really sick, which turned into a massive infection, which turned into necrotizing faciitis, which led to me having to have a large bit of flesh, muscle and fat removed from my hip. I was down for about 8 months. Then right on the tail end of that, I caught mono somehow (I'm single and typically don't have contact with people and am a big handwasher). Needless to say, I was ...

This happened 3 days ago. I work 2 jobs. My second job is working for a large UK supermarket and this is where the incident happened. I was walking through the back of the store when I was greeted by said boss. I hadn't seen her for a few weeks so I stopped and started to have some small chat, the usual stuff, how are you getting on, not seen you around for a while, been on holiday, etc. You get the idea. She starts asking about my family and stuff. It gets on to a subject about my children and more specifically one that lives with me that is my grandchild that we look after. Said child has changed a lot over the last few years and my boss is well aware of all the behavioural issues that we have had with this child that could be seen as expected for a looked after child. Anyway, I tell her that the child has changed so much since I last showed her a picture of the child that I pull out my phone and open my gallery to show her a photo of them. After 5 minutes of showing my boss...

Last night, I had a dream in which I was in my yard hunting for frogs. I like catching them, studying them, and trying (and failing) to draw them later, so when I found an exquisitely lumpy toad, I sprung at the opportunity to grab him. Nearby was an injured yellow jacket, and a second even smaller yellow jacket, the larger of whom later came to my house in the form of a tall, beautiful woman. Said tall beautiful woman thanked me for saving her and her daughter from the 'evil hunger' (toad), and offered to tell the other wasps in the area something on my behalf. I told her to tell them not to come into my sister's bedroom anymore, because that scares her and I keep having to take them back outside, and then she offers to teach me how to speak wasp. I like languages, so I said yes. Well, over a long period of time in the dream, I ended up learning the language of wasps, learning her name (which meant Tower), meeting her daughter. I stopped using citronella candles and bug...

So this actually happened a few months ago, and I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. I just moved into a new apartment in downtown Maplewood. First time living alone. First time realizing I have zero clue how to cook rice without watching a YouTube tutorial. Across the hall lives this older lady, Mrs. Whitmore. She’s like 85, walks with a cane that has a tiny flashlight on it, and wears these crazy cat-themed robes all the time. Total grandma vibes. One day, I helped her haul groceries up the stairs because the elevator was broken. She gave me a butterscotch candy and said, “You’re such a good boy, just like my grandaughter.” I thought she was being sweet. Turns out… nope. The next thing I know, she’s calling me “Claire.” My name is NOT Claire. Every time I corrected her, she squinted and said, “Don’t be difficult, Claire.” Eventually, I just gave in. I became Claire. From that point on, she started showing up at my door with Tupperware full of casseroles and stuff like, ...

My name is Anny, I'm 30 years old. I was a single mother from a very young age. Raising my daughter alone does not make me a better person or an excellent mother, because I am aware of my actions for not having listened to my family's advice, which has led me to do things that I am not proud of. It was all because of my daughter. I love my job, but in recent weeks I have received many advances from my boss, proposals that I don't like because I am not an easy woman; Furthermore, he has a wife and children. I like my job, but I'm afraid of being fired, since he is a very self-centered person. Yesterday, when I was leaving work in the elevator, he caught up with me and forcibly tried to kiss me. My reaction was to push him with all my strength. I felt very uncomfortable and frustrated. On the way home, I thought about everything that's going on. I don't know if I should go back to my job or give him a chance to leave, because deep down I know I'm not going t...

Yesterday I was cooking dinner and left my balcony door cracked open. My neighbor’s cat, who I’ll call Chairman Meow because he basically rules our apartment complex, just strolled in like he pays rent. I didn’t think much of it. I was frying onions, scrolling TikTok, just vibing. Then I remembered I had some “special” brownies in a container on the counter from the night before. I went to grab one… and the container was already open. The cat ate half. I immediately panicked. I googled “can cats get high” and my search history now makes me look like Pablo Escobar’s veterinarian. I wrapped the cat in a blanket burrito and rushed him to the emergency vet. The vet tech looked at me like I just tried to assassinate Garfield. Six hundred dollars later, the cat is totally fine. Actually better than fine, because now the entire neighborhood knows about it thanks to the Facebook group. My neighbor posted something like “Some irresponsible person got my sweet Chairman Meow high on DRUGS. B...

I was at a party/gathering, I knew some people there but I didn't know a lot of people there since I was invited by some friends. People were playing music on a speaker and eventually one of the songs that pop up is this old song called I want to rock. As it played, I started realizing how similar it was to I'm a Goofy Goober from the Spongebob movie. I said to some friends (now realizing way too loudly), "Is this just the song from the Spongebob movie?" My friends and people around us started laughing at my comment. My friends loudly explained that I'm a Goofy Goober wasn't an orignal song and parodying an old song. As they explained this just allowed more and more people to hear the conversation and break into laugher. Embarrassing. In fairness, I don't listen to music that much and legitmently I'm unaware a popular song even exists until I hear it in a movie or some other context. Like obviously All Star, Holding out for a Hero, Live and Let Die, ...

The silicone around my kitchen sink has been nasty for a long time. The silicone had turned black from mildew and and all the edges were ragged. Yesterday I got tired of seeing that and decided I would deal with it. I bought a new tube of silicone sealant, removed the old sealant and cleaned the surfaces where I would be applying the sealant. I put the new tube in the in caulk gun, nipped the tip of the nozzle and started pulling the caulk gun trigger. I was getting resistance, but no sealant was coming out. So I kept pulling the trigger, still nothing. Puzzled, I pulled the caulk gun's plunger back to find it covered in gooey silicone sealant that had been squeezed out the back of the tube. It was all over the caulk gun and then got some on my hand and some fell onto the kitchen counter. I wiped up the mess as best I could with lots of paper towels. Then I decided to read the directions on the tube. It turns out there's a foil seal in the tube at the base of the nozzle. After...

I have a mild lung infection so on Tuesday my doc gave me a week run of antibiotics to try kill it off. My cat has been very worried about me and keeps nipping at my hands or licking my face until I lay down, so after my evening dose yesterday I laid down on the couch and let him curl up on my stomach and have a little nap together. We chilled for a few hours until it was time for bed. As soon as I stood up I noticed my back hurt pretty bad but I blamed that on the couch. Once I got upstairs to bed though it was obvious that everything hurt. My chest felt like I'd been punched, my back was screaming, my stomach hurt. I took some medicine and told my husband to go to bed and I'd come up when I felt better. I did not feel better. I proceeded to flop about like a fish in agonizing pain until I realized it was 1 AM and I was getting worse. I called the emergency health line and the triage nurse said, "hey so bad chest pain is dangerous go to a damn hospital." Paraphra...

TIFU by tasting pasta. I was making dinner for my family and was using bowtie pasta. It doesn't cook as fast as other pasta we normally use but I prefer it. My preferred way of testing the done-ness of pasta is to taste it. Be it spaghetti, ziti or bowtie, I always taste it. I know some people use the stick-to-the-wall method, some cut it with a knife or just feel it, but I prefer to taste so I know it's the texture I like. I am standing in the kitchen and it is looking about done. I go to scoop one out and can tell by the way it feels on the spoon, it's not ready. I blow on it and taste it anyways and I was right. Not done. A bit more time goes by and I test it again. Blow on it, chew it and now it's getting close, but not quite there. Third time's the charm right? That's what I thought too. I scoop one out, blow on the top and put it in my mouth. What I didn't know until the moment it hit my tongue was there was a small pocket of hot-had-just-been-b...

I’m a very honest person and always tell people to just tell it like it is, but I think I might’ve fucked up doing just that. I’ve developed a bit of a fascination that recently turned into a crush on someone at work over the past 6 months. It progressed slowly and there were a few moments where I felt that he might feel the same way about me but nothing concrete so I didn’t act on it until recently. We work together but in different departments. I know dating at work is a slippery slope, but I’ve learned that the only relationships that work for me are the ones where feelings slowly develop over time after being exposed to each other day after day for a prolonged amount of time, and well, I’m not in school anymore so. We recently had an office party and as a company we tend to go pretty hard at these kinds of events. I was drunk and so was he and we spent most of the evening gravitating around each other but in a larger group. I made a few flirty remarks and he reacted positively. I...

This happened a few years ago but I had to share it because to this day I still can't believe it happened to me. I was at church and I started talking to this cute boy who I had seen a few time before this. We realized that we lived at the same apartment complex and I found out he drove an older (2006) Honda Civic stick shift. I learned how to drive on a stick shift and it had been a few years since I had driven one so I asked if we could trade cars for the quick drive back to our apartment complex after services ended. Since we were bantering back and forth a little he agreed but jokingly made me pinky promise I would give him my car if anything happened to his. I of course agreed since I knew nothing would happen. Boy was I wrong. He drove off before me and I eventually followed, slowly getting used to driving stick shift again. Within a minute or two I was feeling confident as ever and stupidly started filming a video of my driving adventure. As I went to shift, I didn't g...

(Throaway, I genuinely feel ashamed about this) For some background, I've had a rough year. My depression has been at a all time high since 2021, but I've been battling it for a while. My girlfriend has recently started a new job, and I'm trying to be happy for her. But I genuinely can't help but feel ashamed for missing her as much as I do and my mental health has taken a fucking nose dive since then. She knew it would basically make us have zero time together, which is fine. To explain, with me still being in Highschool and having controlling parents, I can't see her on weekends or out of school at all. So basically all we get is texting and 20 minutes after school. The job she started goes from the evening until about 10 (which I'm sleeping then). As well, our school put in a new phone ban so we can't talk to each other at all during the school day. We also have different 1st periods so we can't see each other then. So we get that 20 minutes and she...

Hello Reddit lovely to talk with you for the first time I wanted to post this while it was fresh in my head. I 18m like a lot of single people downloaded a couple apps to solve that problem. Now anyone who’s been on anything other than Tinder know it’s a common tactic with these apps is that they put a paywall between you and meeting people and me trying to act smarter than I am saw a really easy way around it. And so scrolling through the profiles of all the nearby matches, I come across a few with their socials and their profile thinking I’d be able to get away with saving a few bucks. And so after adding them I looked into a girl adding me back. Being nice and open I decided a good stuff forward would be to send her my profile since I was able to see hers, but she couldn’t see mine so a few screenshots while we’re talking later, I have screenshots of my profile with at this top her name on Instagram texting me and surprise surprise 20 minutes later was put in the friend zone but th...

Had an interview for a job today, decent amount of hours, the pay is awful, still kinda need it nonetheless. For a little context I’m 20 and it’s probably my third interview ever since i had a job that I got first try and kept it for a couple of years. Anyways it’s going well, albeit weird questions like asking if I’ve dealt with screaming children before? I thought it was really strange but still the interview was going pretty well. So firstly I make up a time about in my old job how i did have some kid that was upset (I didn’t at all) because idk I felt pressured to say yes in a sense. I worked in a bank, it was pretty much only old people that came in asking how to withdraw money etc. Probably a bad annecdote I used since I just bullshitted on the spot. Next question comes and it’s a time I’ve helped someone. Now Im not a bad guy by any means but Im hardly perfect, so I dont help people out very often, not that Id say no if they did. My mind immediately thinks to when someone clo...

I originally shared this story in r/AmIOverreacting , but I feel like the fallout might be more fitting for this community. My gf had a roleplay idea she wanted us to explore. An oddly specific roleplay idea. She wanted to catch me watching gay porn, which would lead to an argument between us. However, in the heat of the moment, we would end up having hate sex, but it would not be business as usual in the bedroom. My gf would interrogate me mid sex and eventually get me to admit that I was actually attracted to my real life best friend all this time. It was a lot to take in, but there was more. My confession would leave my gf feeling like she was never enough, but instead of ending the sex, she would dominate me and pretend to be my best friend, which meant my ass had to be prepared for potential pegging. I explained to my gf that I was open to trying new things in the bedroom, but I was hesitant about involving my best friend in our sex life, even though, on paper, it's nothing ...

so i'm going through customs and my bag gets pulled aside for additional screening. totally normal, happens sometimes. the thing is, i had really overpacked for this trip. we're talking stuffed to the absolute brim - clothes crammed in every corner, shoes wedged between folded shirts, the whole zipper straining under pressure. tsa agent walks over and starts getting ready to open it up. seems like a nice enough guy, just doing his job. i'm standing there watching him position himself in front of my suitcase when i notice how the fabric is bulging outward. the zipper looks like it's barely holding everything together. being the helpful person i am, i decided to give him a friendly heads up about what he was about to deal with. "careful with that one," i said cheerfully. "it's packed really tight." he nods and starts working on the zipper. i can see it's going to be one of those situations where everything just spills out everywhere once...

This post is not related to acetaminophen/ Tylenol causing/ not causing autism. I woke up at 2am tossing and turning. I was pretty nauseous, but I tried to fall asleep. After about 30 minutes, I decided to get up and get some medicine. As I chew my first bite of calcium carbonate, I feel the sensation of needing to throw up. I go to the toilet and puke 5 times. My husband and I both work in schools and we have a kiddo in daycare. It makes sense, there has already been a lot of sickness going around. I am awake for quite a bit longer as I clean myself up. Fun times because when I puked standing up, everything was fine, but when I squatted to puke, I peed myself every time to the point that I leaked through my underwear and shorts. I go downstairs to sleep on the couch with my trusty bucket that doubles for popcorn. Everyone gets up for the day and then my husband leaves to take kiddo to daycare and go to work. I take a second bath because I still smell vomit on me. After my bath, I...

This actually happened a little while ago. I have to give context. My sister got married to her ex husband who I dislike so much but its not my relationship not my problem. The marriage gave me 3 beautiful nephews and 1 niece. Once they got a divorce my sister moved into her own place and I love coming to visit and spending as much time as I can with the kids. All the kids have their own nerd obsession that runs in the family and makes me so happy. They write books, draw up comics strips, or like learning about DC and marvel characters. What's crazy is that all but 1 is under 10 so they are so smart. Unfortunately also very impressionable. This happened when my niece was 3 she is 5 now. I came over on a visit to surprise the oldest with a birthday PS4. He was very excited and he asked me if we could watch Young Justice together. I said "Hell yeah". We turn on the TV and we start up where we were last. Robin aka Nightwing at the time needed to get a team together. He ...

Obligatory "This happened over several years, but the financial fallout happened today” Alright, folks. Strap in. I'm about to share the story of how my passive aggressive war against a few insects ended with my house being tented and my life savings getting a hole chewed straight through them. This is a masterclass in homeowner neglect. The FU started about five years ago. I’d see a few big, black ants parading across my kitchen counter like they owned the place. I’d wipe them up, mutter stupid ants, and go about my day. I figured they were just scouts, harmless. I was clean No crumbs. They’d get bored and leave. Spoiler alert: They did not leave. I now know these weren't your average sugar ants. They were carpenter ants, and their mission wasn't to steal my food; it was to demolish my home for lumber. The red flags started popping up, and I expertly ignored every single one: The Sawdust Piles: I’d find little piles of what looked like coarse sawdust in the bas...

Just got an eviction notice today that I had no idea was coming. I've paid rent every month on time for the past year and a half, the entire time I've been a renter, and I just got a surprise eviction notice without any warning, calls, notices, knocks, or anything. Apparently my payment failed to process even though I had enough money in my account. The only notice I got was one email (that I didn't see) saying the payment failed. Apparently even though we live in an age where you can literally contact anyone at any time, the old inefficient ways of email still reign king somehow. It's a shame that landlords have no legal obligation to provide sufficient notice of failure to pay rent. It's one thing to be evicted knowing you don't have the money and are going to be evicted, but it's a complete other thing where if I hadn't checked my mail, I'd one day have someone knock on my door forcing me out of my apartment even though I had the means to pay my ...

So this actually happened on this Friday, and honestly, it couldn’t have been worse timing. I had been looking forward to a relaxing weekend, but instead, I think I just created the perfect storm of embarrassment...... It all started with one of those long, painfully corporate emails from my boss. You know the type: dense paragraphs, full of jargon, and somehow making a short update feel like a 500-page thesis. This one was brimming with phrases like “synergize deliverables,” “optimize verticals,” and “pivot proactively to maximize cross-functional efficiency.” I was already exhausted, coffee had barely kicked in, and I just wanted to vent about it to my coworker. So naturally, I highlighted the email, hit forward, and typed: I laughed to myself, thinking my coworker would get it, we’d share a moment of Friday humor, and life would go on. Except… I didn’t hit forward. I hit Reply All. At first, I didn’t even realize. Then, within seconds, the horror hit me like a ton of bricks. M...

Background is that I WFH and have been having some really savage bouts of insomnia on and off over the past few weeks and I’m exhausted. Nodded off at my laptop during work and apparently wrote a (very unnecessary) summary of the pip claim process complete with timelines in my sleep. Woke up to an open calendar appointment and a fairly comprehensive report detailing things I know nothing about. I have no clue why it merited a NATO response nor do I know anything about PIP claims TLDR Discovered I can sleep write and woke up to read what is probably the weirdest and bizarrely depressing dream I’ve ever heard about. Don’t remember any of it, and that’s probably for the best. Now having read in detail what my dreaming subconscious throws at me nightly ….I’m not mad that i don’t remember dreaming anymore Picture of the report in my comments

This happened a few months ago. My girlfriend and I were over her mom's house and I was showing her some cute photos of us. There were a lot of pictures so instead of holding the phone and showing her, I just handed it to her. She was going through the photos when after about a minute she looks completely shocked and says, "I don't think I was supposed to see that one." She hands back the phone and it's a topless photo of her daughter. I normally have the NSFW photos in a password protected folder, but I overlooked this one. I just wanted to die right there. My girlfriend actually started laughing. I didn't think this was funny at all. I tried to apologize but mom said, "It's ok. It is a nice photo." She smiled a bit. I apologized to both of them again but they weren't angry at all. I learned to never give anybody my phone again. TL;DR I handed my girlfriend's mom my phone which had a topless picture of her daughter on it.

So this happened last weekend and I’m still catching flak for it. My mom is 68, uses a walker, and generally has the vibe of a retired librarian who used to be wild in the 70s but now just collects tea and watches British crime shows. She’s always been curious about weed since it’s legal now where we live, and I’ve joked about smoking with her before, but it was never serious. Well… she was in a good mood, my dad was out running errands, and I had just rolled a joint. She looked at me, grinned, and said, “Maybe I’ll try a puff.” My dumbass, thinking “what’s the worst that could happen?”, says “Hell yeah, Mom! Let’s go.” Big mistake. 10 minutes in: she’s giggling at absolutely nothing and says she feels like her walker is “too loud.” I don’t even know what that means. I check—it’s not making any noise. She tells me it’s probably “echoing through the cosmos.” I laugh. She laughs. We’re vibing. 20 minutes in: it’s time to go back inside. This is where it starts to unravel. We live ...

When I turned 18 I decided to get my first tattoo, and decided to get a protection sigil in the crook of my arm, specifically in red ink. It came out looking very nice. All was good and well, fast forward to 3 years later. The tattoo began to fade, badly at that. My bf pointed out it looked like angry red needle marks in the crook of my arm. I knew it looked bad, and tried wearing long sleeves at work. The problem is, the place I worked could get up to 105°f. So one summer day it was really hot, and had to wear a short sleeve. I was working with a coworker, when he asked me about the marks on my arm. I said "haha, its a faded tattoo, but they totally look like needle marks right?" I saw his face twist, and could tell immediately that he didnt believe me. I dont know why I didnt just leave it at saying it was a faded tattoo. Later in the day I was eating lunch, when a group of coworkers came up to me, and sat down at my table. They started talking to me about how they heard...

So I F20 f up tonight by greening out while out with my boyfriend on a Friday night. Now for context I have been smoking weed for about 3 years now but since dating my boyfriend (2years) I don’t do it as much since he does not smoke or do any kind of weed and since I hang out with him most of the time I just don’t do it as much. Because of this since we were going out anyways to meet some friends I thought I’d get myself a cutesy joint to smoke while my boyfriend gets to drink. For context this joint was only 1gram sativa. I smoked half of it in the parking lot at like 10pm and me and my boyfriend being the little piggies we are went to get some food before meeting up with friends. While walking to this restaurant I start feeling the buzz nothing too crazy and enjoying it so far. Once we get to the restaurant we order our food and wait. As we’re waiting I’m starting to feel it increasingly more and I started to panic. Now I’ve never had a bad experience with weed. I’ve had close calls...

I started having sex with the guy I started dating recently. Since we both like getting really naughty, I asked him if he likes ruining make up. So I sent him this text to ask: "How much do you like ruining make up? I've got a lipstick that smudges easily and a mascara that ruins easily" Through my notifications, I see my boyfriend sends me a message saying "I miss you", which is very out of character for him to reply to a naughty text. I open my messages and realized, I sent it to my mother. Both their names start with the same letter and I'm tired. She does not know I'm dating anyone, and she probably still thinks I'm a virgin. Honestly, it could've been worse. I could've asked for something more explicit like sex toys or anal or something. TL;DR: I wanted to know if my boyfriend likes ruining make up. I instead sent the message to my mother

Hello, so we need some context here. Also it will be wrong cause I tend to ramble. I am a 27-year-old, overall healthy (not including mental health) woman. However, one weird thing is that I have always loved salt. As a kid, I would pour some into my palm and lick it. Nowadays I just make my food salty, and if it’s not made by me, I add tons of salt to it. Unhealthy, right? Turns out no. Whenever I am at a doctor’s office for a check-up, I mention that my blood pressure is always low or right at the borderline of normal-low. They always say “consume more salt.” But I do. Oh, how I do. This low blood pressure is despite my salt intake. People who have seen me add salt to my food have looked at me with wide eyes. I’ve felt like my eyes are finally open and I am finally focused after eating an entire party-size pack of Salt and Vinegar chips. So today, I wake up, take my thyroid med, drink 2 cups of coffee, and eat a banana. I made an appointment for a haircut, so off to the salon...

Alright Reddit, this is my first time using Reddit through the app, yet alone using Reddit in years. I think this is the genuinely most fucked I've been in a while, so why not entertain and humor others of my ignorance. Recently, I started college. Living a sheltered life and not really having true friends to hang with, college became an eye opener as I met so many different people (ethnicities, neurodivergence, LGBTQ+, etc). I never really had differing friends like that and my old friends were mostly school friends we never really hanged outside of school. I met this cool friend recently who is so open and eye opening. I never realized how much I been level locked (a term I coined for feeling like my age was the barrier from new experiences like quests being locked in video games by levels) I was. We hanged out today and we hanged before but she always felt bad smoking around non-smoker friends. I'm accommodating and understanding, wanting to seek new experiences. We walke...

This morning started off with a bit more excitement than we anticipated. My husband and I were having a private moment. We were enjoying each other’s company when suddenly, completely unannounced, my daughter (24F) decided to drop by for a visit. We heard her coming up the stairs and scrambled to cover ourselves just in time. I’m fairly certain she didn’t actually see anything, but there’s no doubt she heard us. The timing couldn’t have been more awkward. As she reached the top of the stairs, she paused for a moment and said, with a slightly amused and awkward tone: ‘I think I’m interrupting something.’ And just like that, she turned around and left. My husband and I couldn’t help but burst into laughter once the coast was clear, though we were both a little mortified. It’s one of those moments you hope never happens, but when it does, you just have to laugh and move on. It was a big turnoff. Later she sent a message in the family group chat saying she’d make sure to give us a heads...

So this actually happened recently. I was in my final year, doing a remote internship, and things were going well. My work performance was solid, and I was offered a full-time position at the company I was interning with. It felt like all the hard work had finally paid off. But then life threw a curveball. I had to undergo surgery just before my joining date. My doctor advised against relocating immediately, and my parents weren’t comfortable with me moving either. I didn’t want to lose the opportunity, so I asked my boss if I could start remotely until I fully recovered. Her reaction was cold. She said she was disappointed, removed me from all ongoing projects, and the offer never moved forward. Just like that, what I thought was a secure first job vanished. I’m left wondering if this is normal. Should employees expect companies to show some flexibility in genuine situations like health issues, or is this just how the corporate world works? It’s a harsh introduction to adulthood, ...

So, have yall ever had one of those white extension cords, you know the ones that on have the two slots and no ground? The ones your mom used for ALL of the Christmas lights and decorations? Have y'all ever reached over late at night to plug your phone charger in because it came unplugged, mainly because the thing is looser than a veteran street worker whose worked them corners for 25 plus years, because it took has been used and abused for 25 plus years, and you plug only one prong in, because you misjudged and the alignment is off because you are guiding the plug with your hand as you lean over the side of the bed because its pitch black and you can't see a thing, you're half asleep so you don't wanna get up and turn on the light. Well that other prong just so happens to come in contact with your finger and you what heaven is like for a split second? Or is that just me? TL;DR: I learned you should ALWAYS look at the plug as your plugging it in. My hand is STILL numb...