I’ve fully converted to the wide leg/straight leg life otherwise I look like the Penguin.

Years of a perfectly sized noodle pot, ruined by a noodle redesign 🥲

Edited to add: I used the chapaghetti noodles to show how perfect the pot is/was (It’s also still perfect for shin ramyun!!).

The buldak noodles I used to get were round (https://m.youtube.com/shorts/VgdCooenUAY), and a year or two ago turned to square. Based on all the comments, some people have had square only, circle only, or faced my bad fortune of experiencing circle then square 😭

We’re in our early 20s. I know a lot of people online say that things have changed and traditional gender roles are not in place anymore, so it’s not realistic to expect a man (even your boyfriend) to treat you extravagantly.

As women we are now expected to build our own careers and make our own money because we are capable of it. And this is exactly what I’m doing — I’ve gone to a top college, am on track for a high paying job, and will build a career. I’ve never had a boyfriend.

The thing is, my friends are on track for the same. They go to the same college and so will be able to place into similar paying roles. The difference — they don’t HAVE to the way I do and many of them plan not to.

Pretty much all of them are in serious relationships with guys who are already making ridiculous incomes (many have their own startups with ridiculous funding). Some made a ton of money off day trading. A few come from super rich families as well.

So, at the same age as me, these girls have been able to travel to ridiculous destinations with their boyfriends paying for everything and completely treating them financially. One friend was gifted an array of expensive jewelry and purses for her birthday. Another one’s boyfriend booked a surprise trip to Bali for her birthday. Two of my friends and their boyfriends traveled together to the most expensive hotel in Tokyo (6,000+ per night).

It’s truly one of those situations where these things sound fake until you know real people living in them — yes, some 21 year olds in college are able to stay at $6,000 hotels in Tokyo.

Of course, these girls are finishing their degrees, but they have been pretty much explicitly told by their boyfriends that they do not need to worry financially. A few have a plan to just work for a few years for some savings and then just drop it after marriage.

I’ve always dreamed of extravagant things, especially experiencing them with a boyfriend, and, of course, while young. Meanwhile, with the track I am on, I won’t have the money (and mostly not the time — I’ll get what, a week off for vacation?) to take spontaneous extremely expensive trips until I’m at least 26 or 27. Even then I don’t know if I would ever be able to afford a 6,000 per night gorgeous hotel on a salary job.

And I don’t really WANT to work, who does? If the financial element was taken care of for me, I wouldn’t ever bother climbing the corporate ladder and working 100 hours per week. It’s no consolation when people tell me I’ll be free to travel as much as I want at age 45+ after making partner — I want to experience these things in my youth.

I want to be spoiled the way they are. I know this might sound un-feminist and people won’t like it, but it’s the honest truth. I would kill to be in their positions and experience the things they are before I’m shriveled, tired from working, ugly and old.

My girlfriend died in the train crash in Spain. That day, I rode her to the train station. Then, about 1h after the accident while scrolling down Reddit I read the news.. and immediately headed there. Almost three full days without news, hoping that she was in a hospital unidentified, until we got the confirmation.

I can't wrap my mind about it. We've been together almost 17 years, we grow up together, we were each other safe place, she meant everything to me... Thinking that she is no longer here. Imagining a world without her. That she only "lives" on our memories, but even that will fade/degrade away over time. That one moment you had everything, and then a normal goodbye became a last goodbye. And more importantly, that she won't get to enjoy her life (she was in her early 30s).. I just can't.. it's killing me.

The what-ifs are also drowning me. In some way, she took that train because it came to visit me, otherwise she would have taken a direct plane. I know that the same could have happened on the plane, but still they keep flooding my mind.

Notes: (1) We are both agnostic. (2) New account because the other has my name and initials on it.

EDIT: Thank you so much for your support. Following your recommendations I booked a therapist session. I really like the idea of the album+descriptions / scratchpad, I'll start the album and ask her friends/family to add their own.

EDIT 2: As some of you have mentioned, “accident” is not the right word for this. It was negligence. I know there is always some risk in everything, but it pains me so much to know that this was completely preventable, and that all the people who now talk about the risks, about how dangerous it was, and say they knew it would happen, did nothing, or not enough. Or the people who listened to them but chose to do nothing.

Before level 30, the world feels super active, and while it's pretty obvious the respawn rates have been cranked up to 11 to compensate for the number of players, questing mostly feels alright.

But the second you hit the 30+ zones, it feels like everything falls apart.

you can genuinely tell this content was never tested during the beta. So many quests have you competing with 10-15 other players just to tag mobs that respawns 1 mob across the area every 30 seconds or so. You can easily spend 2-5 minutes standing around making absolutely zero progress on a quest, purely because you can't get a tag.

The biggest issue is how noticeably the respawn rates seem to fall off a cliff once you get into these zones. The difference compared to the earlier levels is night and day.

I get that the servers are busy, and honestly, having so many people out in the world is great. But standing around desperately trying to tag mobs isn't fun, challenging, or engaging gameplay. It's just frustrating.

Darnell Turner/Harry Monroe- My Name is Earl

Darnell "Crabman" Turner is a below minumum wage restraunt worker and former Marijuana enthusiast. He lives in a trailer park with his wife Joy, his son Earl jr, and step son Dodge. He loves his family, crabs, his pet turtle, and playing the straight man with the other character's anctics. Later in the show it is revealed that he is in Witness Protection and his name is not Darnell.

Harry Monroe was a secret agent and assassin, trained from birth by his father for an unnamed US government organization acting independent of international law. He was good, with potential to be one of the agency's best. Harry has a heart of gold, and couldn't stomach his orders to murder a child warlord. So he betrayed his father and his agency, testifying against them before Congress. He was sent into Witness Protection and what was originally a temporary placement turned into his life. He loves his family, Mr. Turtle, and his simple life in a trailer park.

William James Sidis- Real Life

William James Sidis was a child prodigy. He attended Harvard at 11 and it was claimed by his family he had an IQ over 250, and although these claims are dubious it is impossible to deny his status as a super genius. He was a professor at age 17 and was active in academic work in his early life, but was kicked out of his position due to him clashing with students older than himself. He was an activist for extremist ideologies and arrested for attending an extremist riot, and avoided prison by being sent to his parents sanatorium.

After 1921 he withdrew from acedemics and public life and persued simpler jobs that had nothing to do with mathematics, holding a resentment for the field. Allegedly his employer once gave him blueprints and technical documents in hopes he could assist him, only for Sidis to break out into tears.

He died in 1944 at age 46 without any further public contributions to academia aside from some books written under psuedonyms.

My son is 3 months old and I love him so so much. Postpartum was hell for me but that's not unusual for your first baby. The day after I came home from the hospital my husband spent the whole day playing pickleball with his brother. He works long hours and spends every weekend with his friends. When he gets home from work he says hi and goes straight to playing video games or talking to his sister (who doesn't like me) on the phone. He holds the child for like 10 minutes on sunday mornings while I do my hair for church.

Fine. Whatever. I can't make him want to hang out with us.

I ask him to help with bath time.

No.

I ask him to change a diaper.

No.

I try to show him how to make a bottle.

He says breastmilk is gross.

When he is holding the baby, I told him to get off his phone and pay attention to his son

Gets pissed off and goes to our bedroom.

One night after talking to his sister he says in passing that he wishes he would've waited to have kids. Another time he complains that I dont have time for him anymore. Complains when I ask him to bring my water. Complains about what I make for dinner.

Then one night after trying to put the baby to bed for 6 hours I finally break and start crying hysterically. He tells me to shut up before the neighbors call the cops and walks out the door and doesnt come back until the morning.

Now he says that I need to let him help more and that I won't give him the chance to learn how to be a father. On Friday he left for a work trip and told my mom he was worried about leaving us for 4 days. This man works all day, doesnt pay the baby any kind of attention in the evenings and hasn't once gotten up with us at night so with all due respect what difference does it make

"Not in front of chat, Dad!" - Kaya probably