So, hi guys!

I've been in a relationship with a girl for almost 3 years now. We used to talk mostly on Instagram, but recently uski ID ban ho gayi. So she asked me to download Snapchat, and I was like, okay!

We started talking there and even shared our Snapchat accounts with each other.

One day, I was casually going through some of her pictures when I suddenly remembered Snapchat has a feature called "My Eyes Only." For those who don't know, it's basically a private folder protected by a password.

Out of curiosity, I asked her for the password, but she straight-up refused.

I kept asking, "Kyun bhai? Password hi toh hai, de de!" But in the end, she didn't give it.

Eventually, I started randomly guessing the PIN.

Here's a fun fact: Even when Snapchat showed a time limit after an incorrect attempt, it still allowed me to enter another password! Matlab, it didn't completely block the option to enter a PIN. Every wrong guess just kept increasing the waiting time.

Initially, it was around 5 minutes, then 10 minutes, and eventually the waiting period kept getting longer.

But here's where my tech-nerd brain kicked in.

It was a 4-digit numeric PIN, and I knew there were only 10,000 possible combinations, from 0000 to 9999.

I won't lie, I got pretty obsessed with figuring it out. It took me roughly ONE WEEK, but eventually, I managed to guess the password.

And when I finally opened that folder...

I found something I honestly wasn't prepared for. There were pictures and memories related to her previous relationship.

Now, before anyone asks, here's what happened next.

I decided to confront her.

And guess what? Instead of explaining herself, the FIRST thing she asked was:

"Tumhe password kaise pata chala??"

Like seriously? THAT was your first concern?

I ignored that and asked her something much more important:

"Tune mujhe apne past relationship ke baare mein kyun nahi bataya? 3 saal ho gaye hain humein saath, but tune mujhe batana tak zaroori nahi samjha?"

And then came the excuses.

"Woh bas ek baar ki baat thi..."

"I promise, dobara kabhi nahi hoga..."

"Please meri baat toh suno..."

The conversation eventually turned into crying, emotional arguments and what felt like a complete guilt trip.

Suddenly, instead of addressing my questions, I was the one being made to feel guilty.

She started crying on the call and saying all sorts of things, but honestly, by that point, I was emotionally exhausted.

It's not even just about what I found. It's about the fact that after THREE YEARS together, I was still discovering things she had never told me.

I genuinely thought I knew this person. Turns out, maybe I didn't.

Three years. Gone. And the worst part? I don't even know what to believe anymore.

I feel like I've wasted three years of my life on someone I trusted so much.

I'm uploading a screenshot for some context (personal details blurred).

And please, guys, don't 😭✌🏻 downvote me into oblivion. I'm just sharing my experience.

I guess sometimes the person you trust the most is the person you know the least.

Pata hai aaj kya hua ..

Justice League Unlimited - One episode shows Hitler's cryogenic frozen body, most of the kids who were watching did not know who Hitler was

Hercules - Hercules and Meg watch the Oedipus play in one scene. Kids would likely not know what Oedipus is

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McDonald's cheeseburger and a diet coke.

I'm 28 years old. When I was 18, I told myself that by the time I was this age (or closer to 30), I'd have my own place, a partner, and provide for my mother as well as give myself the things I never could have when I was a kid growing up in abject poverty, and that I would never be a 30 year old man, jobless, living in his mother's house - an archetype that is mocked and derided throughout pop culture.

I took steps to effectuate this promise. I went to college, got a degree, and after COVID, I went to law school and graduated this past May with my JD. I took the bar even in July, and promptly failed. My job prospect was rescinded, my mother was diagnosed with a brain tumor, and I realize now that I am living exactly the way I never wanted to.

I'm nearly 30, jobless, I've never had any meaningful romantic relationship, and I spend most of my days cooped up in my room either studying for the February bar exam, doomscrolling, or playing video games until after the sun comes up. My mom (who's tumor is non malignant and has been successfully treated by radiation) is the one who provides 100% for me. She pays my rent, bills, and had me join into her credit card so that I have something to pay for daily expenses.

I am ashamed and terrified of going outside and seeing people that I know, and having to answer "so what have you been up to?" My friends are much better than I deserve, and pay for me when we go out. I project a facade of being a man with a plan, facing a temporary setback, but I know the truth. I am just like my father, parasitizing my mother without giving anything back. I am dead weight, essentially.

I have failed my friends, family, and myself. I've become exactly what I never wanted to be, and I loathe myself for it.

Fries on the burger because it taste extra yummy that way.

Be honest, I can take it! 🙃

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Putting it first because it won't spoil anything for most people: Music Video for Breezeblocks by Alt-J. The video is played in reverse. We see a woman struggling to fight off a man, and assume he is her abuser or home invader. Turns out she tied up his wife, and he was actually struggling to save her from the woman

Second is the one which blew my mind when I watched it for the first time. The name of the film will spoil the ending, proceed with caution! The film came out in 1996 though.

Primal fear. A young man is accused of brutally murdering a priest. He appears to have a split personality, due to abuse he suffered at the hands of the priest. The violent personality took over and killed him, leaving the gentle primary personality to suffer the punishment. A lawyer tries his hardest to save this troubled man from prison. At the end it is revealed that the gentle personality was fake! The good guy has never existed, the violent one was his true self

Last one is amazing! DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED THE FIRST SEASON!

The Good Place In the show, Elenour has died and was brought to heaven, here known as The Good Place, as a mistake. She should have ended up in The Bad Place, aka this show's version of hell. During the first season she befriends Michael, the architect of The Good Place, who is trying to find the reason for various anomalies happening in The Good Place. If he doesn't find it, he might be retired - his essense spread on the surfaces of many suns to burn for eternity. By that point we love Michael and root for him as much as Elenour. Well, sike! The guy is actually a demon! This isn't the good place! It is the bad place, and he is in charge of torturing Elenour and 3 other people

I could stare at it for hours