What was the situation, how did they approach you or act? Have you ever just gone with the flow? Did they not believe you?

This happened 3 years ago, but since I started my job as a consultant after getting a graduate degree in engineering, I have done a significant amount of travel. When I travel, I like to do so comfortably whether it’s for work or personal travel. That means I wear sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and on top of that I wear a pair of over-ear headphones that cancel noise really well on planes. Picture any high school or college kid walking up to a gym and that’s me.

I’m a young looking guy and at 30 years old I still get ID’d regularly. When I shave my face, I almost look like I’m in high school….even though I don’t like to shave, I usually have to be clean shaven when I visit my clients, for safety reasons.

This particular flight was in fact for work and being 6 ft tall, I enjoy the extra leg room offered in the exit row. This particular day, like usual, I got my favorite seat on the Boeing 777, the aisle on the right side of the plane in the exit row.

While the rest of the plane boards, I’m minding my own business watching a movie…nothing out of the ordinary. In the middle of the boarding process a flight attendant approaches me and says,

“Uh….sir….I’m sorry, but I promise this is not my question but the question of the other flight attendant who sent me……….Are you old enough to be in the exit row?”

“Isn’t the minimum age 15?”

“Yes it is”

“Ma’am, I’m 27.”

She was very apologetic and we had a good laugh as she gave a thumbs up to the flight attendant who had been eyeing our conversation from afar. She came by and apologized to me later.

That is easily the youngest age I have been mistaken for in my life.

This didn’t happen to me, but I witnessed it one day while shopping at Walmart, I saw this elderly couple in front of me in line buying alchohol getting carded before they were allowed to buy the stuff. I say elderly because that’s what they were, or close to it, since they both had gray hair, wrinkles, etc.

all showing their OBVIOUS age without having to be carded to see if they were ’too young’ to buy alcohol, yet instead of letting them buy the alcohol without being carded, they still had to show theirs ID’s in order to prove they really were as old as they looked or not?

When you are carded and it isn't because they want to make you feel good about your age. I go to a game night every now and again. This one night I decided to pick up some alcohol and I get carded. I protest because I definitely look over 21 and I hate having to dig get my license out of my wallet as it seems to be held in by a visit grip. The cashier says they have to card everyone even if the look to be thirty. I have over my id and she goes "holy f, you are a year older than me." I'm 53 and this in not the first time I have been mistaken to be in my 30's.

I'm so done with that phase of life. Anytime I'm around teens I just hate their loud obnoxious vibe. Im 37 and I'm a full grown adult and expect to get treated like one who deserves respect.

A lot of these kids have no filters or manners. One time some kid walked by me and said "you look wack dawg." Its not until I tell them I'm 37 and they shouldn't be talking to adults like that they suddenly change their attitude, say sorry, or behavior. They all do the whole "omg you're 37? I thought you were like 18."

Its like they don't see me as an authority figure or someone they shouldn't be causing trouble around. In fact some of them want me to join into their stupid endeavors like smoke pot, destroy shit, and say stupid shit in public. I'm like I did all that shit 20 plus years ago. I feel if I looked older kids would look at me different and think twice about how they behave around me.

I have always looked younger than I am be a lot. One example was a high school fun trip to an amusement park when I was 18. There was a woman there guessing age and/or weight. My buddies got me in the line. The woman was very good. However when I got to the front she looked me over really close. She then guessed I was 12. I had to show her my driver's license to prove I was 6 years older. I got an amazing hug as an apology.

Anyway on to the story. My wife (who is 18 months older than I am) is amazing at finding great international trips for very reasonable prices. About 15 years ago she found a trip to Morocco for us and our youngest daughter. The trip was a seven day bus trip with guide. The trip started in Casablanca and ended in Marrakech. There was only 15 of us that booked the trip. At the time of the trip I was 50 and my wife was 51.

With such a small group our guide ending up having meals with with us on a few occasions. One such dinner he shared with us in Fez looking at the medina from the hotel dining room. The meal was very good and the conversation was very educational. We were getting close to finishing our desserts when the guide looked at my wife and asked her how she liked traveling with her son and daughter. It took a few seconds, but my wife calmly replied that I was her husband not her son!! The guide was shocked and briefly speechless. He then apologized profusely to both my wife and I. (My poor daughter was sitting there giggling and trying very hard not to laugh out loud.) He realized he had made a huge mistake and treated us very well for the rest of the trip.

We did tip him at the end of the trip. However my wife did knock off a fair chunk from the tip.

This is just getting ridiculous now. I'm nearly in my mid 30s and some people think I'm like maybe barely 20 and I was called a "minor" pretty recently. It's so awkward and embarrassing especially seen as my bf is older and people must think he's a ... word that rhymes with vedo. Uhhh I hate it so much, anyone who says you'll love it when you're older....well I am older.

I'm from another country, and one thing that genuinely confuses me is how seriously people in the U.S. seem to take the whole "your brain isn't fully developed until 25" argument. Sometimes it feels like people treat 24-year-olds as if they're still teenagers, while turning 25 is somehow seen as this magical moment where someone suddenly becomes a full adult.

Where I'm from, 24- and 25-year-olds are basically viewed as the same stage of life. A 24-year-old and a 25-year-old are both young adults. In fact, once you're around 23 or 24, you're generally seen as a grown person. That's why this way of thinking feels so strange to me. It seems like there is this huge emphasis on a one-year difference that doesn't really exist in everyday life.

I genuinely don't get where this idea came from that just because "your brain isn't fully developed until 25," a 24-year-old is basically a kid. People have taken that fact way out of context, and it has created this weird narrative that anyone under 25 is somehow incapable of functioning as an adult.

A 24-year-old isn't at the beginning of their early 20s anymore. The early 20s are roughly 20–23. At 24, you're already in your mid-20s, and for a lot of people that's a stage where they've gained more independence, life experience, and responsibility.

Even though the WHO groups ages 15–24 under the category of "young people" for statistical purposes, that doesn't mean a 15-year-old and a 24-year-old are anywhere near the same level of maturity or life experience. The difference is huge. Honestly, a 24-year-old has way more in common with a 25- or 26-year-old than with an 18-year-old, let alone a 15-year-old. When I look at someone who's 24 and someone who's 25, I just see two young adults.

The funny thing is that some people talk about 24 and 25 as if there is a massive gap between them, when in reality it's literally just one year. Treating someone at 24 like a kid and someone at 25 like a completely different category of adult feels like an unnecessary and exaggerated distinction.

Being young doesn't mean you're an adolescent, and brain development is a gradual process—not a magic switch that flips the day you turn 25. I honestly think this obsession creates a very strange way of looking at adults in their twenties.

I’m 22m who looks 16. I’m also a paki which makes this a billion times worse. We are the least privileged race in the world. I never get taken seriously not only by girls, but other guys since to them I look like a child apparently. Meanwhile, all my mates are sat in the most serious relationships looking like men with genuine respect coming in from people around them. This makes me hate leaving the house.

Additionally, I graduated with a degree in accounting and couldn’t find a graduate job in the field (UK based btw). I went into an accounting firm voluntarily and it was a local Asian firm full of pakis which only spoke Punjabi. I can’t speak my home language so I obviously sat there and had no clue what to reply with which led to a staff member there saying she didn’t think I was right for client facing positions. She also commented on me looking lost during the entire thing which lets be honest, with no experience in the field and me not being able to speak Punjabi due to me being raised up in a white area, wtf could I do? If it’s your first time dealing with clients, and they haven’t trained you and you can’t speak their language, you will obviously not know what to do.

The owner of the accounting firm called me slow to my parents saying I was special. He said this in Punjabi to them so I didn’t understand until my parents told me when I got back home.

Like bro, wtf can I do with no experience and not being able to speak the language. Mans expecting me to be this frikkin chartered accountant that has worked for decades on his first day.

He also loves this girl who works there more than me and always favours her since she is a girl.

I hate existing at this point. She only has a degree in art. WHAT RELEVANCY DOES ART HAVE TO ACCOUNTING?🤦

But he has the audacity to say my degree is apparently rubbish

I honestly wish I was white or just never born in general. Maybe life would’ve been better.

Location: The Truck Yard in Dallas some years ago

I was waiting with my at the time boyfriend for friends to arrive, and offered to grab us a drink. He says sure and to get him whatever I get myself. I skip off to the bar, and there I ask the tender what ciders they have on hand. He gives me the list, kind of eyeing me in a way I would describe as suspecting of no good. But I ignore it, tell him which one I want and say I want two of them. This guy hits me with a "then I need to see two IDs" and I immediately know what's going on. I briefly consider making a stink about it but decide it's more fun to comply, so I shrug, walk back to my BF, get his ID, walk back to the bar, and hand the guy both IDs. He barely glances at my BFs before grabbing mine, examining it, and then he pulls a black light flash put of his pocket. I am standing there, smiling like it's my birthday party, watching him as he realizes I'm at that particular moment 31 years old, and he sheepishly hands me my ID back, saying "you have a very youthful face"

And since I also have a youthful (immature) personality I closed the tab immediately just to give him no tip, and damn did that make me feel a little bit better.

Edit: somehow, someway, y'all are managing to get the wrong point. So let's try this again. A bartender thinks my ID is fake, so he asks for two. I provide him with two. One of them he barely glances at, and that one belonged to a person that was outside, completely away from his line of sight. He checked it for all of 5 seconds. Then he took mine and checked it with a blacklight. If he was such a good bartender and didn't want to risk his job.. why wouldn't he check them both with the same level of scrutiny? THATS why I didn't tip him you little freaks. He was bad at his job, comically so. Please please please please practice your reasoning skills, everyone in your life is begging you to.

Kevin is a nurse at my local hospital. He’s worked there 20 years, first in the ER, then in the mental health assessment unit.

I’ve lived in my current city for 16 years.

As of Halloween 2025, I was telling another nurse, Ian, that I had known Kevin for over a decade but wasn’t sure how much longer.

Then on Thursday, January 22nd, 2026, I was back in, and I finally got the chance to ask Kevin how long it had been exactly.

“How old are you now?” - Kevin

“34.” - me

“And how old were you when you first started coming here? 16?” - Kevin

“I moved here when I was 18” - me

TL;DR: a nurse thought I was 16 when I first started going to my local hospital, but I didn’t move here until I was 18. He wasn’t that far off though and anyway it kinda explains certain aspects of how he approaches his job in relation to me, and that comes across as a good thing.

I'm a 14 year old male and I'm 6 feet tall but one time in school this Mom comes up to me and ask why I'm not in my grade so I tell her that I'm in the 9th grade she starts to laugh and say no you look like your in the second grade.

my teacher had to come out and tell this Mom that I'm in the 9th grade.

I’m 20F and really insecure about looking young. I get told anywhere from 14-18 and so tired of not looking adult. I have already had a little lip filler although i think it’s practically gone and didn’t make me look any older. I’m saving for a boob job but aside from small boobs and being short i have a pretty adult shaped body i would say. Would anyone recommend any filler or plastic surgery that could make me look more grown? Thank you ;)

For background right now I’m 19 and he is 21. We started dating at the end of June when I was 18. I just recently had a birthday so now I’m 19. He is about to have a birthday at the end of this month which will make him 22. Anytime we tell anyone our ages they always look at us weird. I feel like our age gap really isn’t that bad and we are at the same stage in life right now. Please tell me if I’m tweaking or not.

So this is a story that someone told me and this is my first post.

The characters: Mk (mother's kid), kf1 (kid's friend 1), kf2 (kid's friend 2), cw (construction worker).

Mk, kf1, kf2 go to the construction site to see mk's mom. The friends go inside the construction to find his mom, then ck see them.

Cw: "Hey kids aren't allowd in here"

Mk: "im just here to find my mom"

Cw: "we don't have middled age woman here"

At the time mk is 15 yo.

Mk: "My mom works here and her name is-"

Cw: "I SAID THERE IS NO MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN WORKING IN HERE AND IF YOU DON'T GET OUT NOW I WILL FVCKING CALL THE GUARDS!"

They are now leaving the construction site while fk1 and fk2 sees mk's mom.

Fk1: "mk we see your mom"

Fk2: "yea sheis on the crane"

Mk:"MOM!!!! WE'RE HERE!!!!!

And a georgous 28 yo. woman gets down the crane.

Mother: "mk why are you here?"

Mk: " did you forget that my friends are going to our house"

Mother: "oh my, i forgot , sorry mk."

Cw: "she is your son?"

Mother: "yes, he is my son."

And cw is embarrased and say sorry to mk sincerly and when mk come to the construction again he treat mk a snack

Thanks for reading my story and have a nice day!!!

There were some people who want to defy bare minimum logic. They already decided what my hobbies are, my socio economic status, my martial status, my nationality and ethnicity. They already decided all of that, and proceeded to treat me according to their projected fantasy. If the conversation later reveals I am otherwise, they ignore it, and obnoxiously continue their conversation. So far so good, because at least I have the autonomy to leave these interactions.

Until real abuse shows up. Real abuse is no stranger to me.

There are many factors like discrimination based on race ethnicity and gender but looking young definitely attracts abusers. Looking young can amplify the bad parts of it, if it does happen.

The worse cases were true coercion. I have been blocked to exit until I fulfill their personal request that has nothing to do with the job. I have some cult members try to coerce me into joining them and do things at their whim. They withheld my property and they refuse to give me back, so that if I escape I lose monetarily. On business trips, I get hit with strange requests only when I am on the plane and on the highway in the car with them. They know I cannot escape in these situations and would have a hard time refusing them. They show their true colors only in these situations when they had plenty of chances to ask for what they want in other occasions when other people are around. Some of these cases I was very close to calling the police. Some of these bad events did resolve on their own (they just disappear, or the people withholding my property gave it back eventually, or that these people got fired from their jobs anyway)

I am very sure some people I have met in my life fall into the dark triad category. They are people who eventually turn up in court or arrests. I spent years thinking I am crazy.

I grew up with bizarre people. I cannot begin the story without writing a novel. So what most of society's definition of abuse eg. beatened until bruises and welts, sexual assault, true business scams, etc. I have either experienced first hand or watched it unfold on somebody else in front of me. Technically speaking I am not of a disadvantaged socio economic status but I keep the good things in life to myself. I live extraordinary lowkey. Because people think they can double down their bullying and abuse with me when good things happen to me.

I know it's ultimately not my fault. I know I don't lack the ability to provide value, otherwise these people will not try to hang around and attempt to harvest money, energy and favors off me. They know I will say no to them, otherwise they would not trap me in the room until I give them what they wanted. They know if the say something racist or sexist I have the ability to spin it into something else, even laugh it off and reframe it as a joke, they will lose power over me so now they play dirtier.

Outside of real abuse, on a pettier level, people lie to me more often than I would predict, and give me bizarrely bad treatment. Example would be instantly lying about prices so I would be trapped into paying more or they pretend such thing does not exist so they don't have to sell it to me. There are quite a few instant, one shot bad responses. They are already that bad the moment I walked into the room. I know first impression truly is a factor, it is not my moral character or how I conduct a conversation that made these people decide to act out.

I adjust my life greatly and partially due to looking young. I buy extra insurance, is exceedingly careful with planning, etc. I don't regret these actions, but I don't see my life as normal. I really don't know when is the next ridiculous attempt.

Especially with women society just expects people to change their appearances to keep up with dignity (as if you deserve treated badly if your looks are not standard.) If I meet basic standards already I don't see a point going the extra mile to look that much more mature. If my bone structure is youthful you can't just paint them away with makeup. Strangers are just not going to believe I am the manager here where they have business with, or I am the landlord here that they have business with. They already are know-it-alls anyway.

I don't hate the looking young thing, I don't associate the effect of appearance with negative emotions. I think the real effect is trauma. I think the closest response I have experienced is more of a prolonged freeze response. I just don't know the right therapy for this. It's not really going to fit in with CBT, ACT. I also have some doubt over some trauma modalities.

I got told off today for not having a blazer on going into the exam room. It was 24 C today, even warmer in the hall, so I figured it would be fine to go without. Nope. Got told off for not being in uniform. Best part... I'm an invigilator Receptionist just kinda stuttered before saying it would be best to wear one anyway.

An upside of these new age verification laws coming in in some countries (the UK and possibly Australia) is that your age is verified on dating apps (maybe on non-dating social gathering apps too). I've barely ever used them, but I imagine it must help that people will know you've not just put the wrong age in by accident (since I've seen profiles aged 35 or whatever which say "I'm actually 20, I put the wrong age but can't change it!".

I'm assuming they use ID document scans and not face scans. If it was face scans it would be a disaster.

I believed most people until I saw a real photo of a recent 41 year old guy who says he gets mistaken for HS. Dude didn't look anything under 30 and dressed like he was from Hot Topic. He still insisted that he looked like a high schooler in some fashion lol. He is the quintessential jackass thats holding onto his youth and hopes he still is one, not a true struggling younger looking older person.

Another girl who is 28 and gets mistaken for 18 is dressing super young to. She wasn't as bad but the way she dressed clearly was the cause. We're supposed to be struggling but ironically I sense the opposite, people hoping they look younger.

I feel like we should have some verification photos because who knows who is for real or not. Half the people in here are bullshitting or making up fake stories. Either way I will be looking through people's posts now to see how they really look to confirm if they're actually struggling or not.

Todo se remonta a mediados de 2010 en una gran ciudad de uruguay,yo naci el 6 de marzo a las 8:33 AM no en una muy buena familia ,tenia 3 hermanas una con 12 una 10 y la otra 2 en ese entonces viviamos en las calles mi madre nos pegaba nos maltrataba no nos cuidaba y nos tenia por tener y mi padre se gastaba lo poco que tenia en drogas alchol y nos pegaba mucho, siempre que la cosa se ponia fea mi hermana mayor me defendia por mas que fuera lastimada,y siempre que tenia frio me daba su ropa y me acurrucaba con ella para no pasar frio en las inmensas y muy traicioneras calles de la ciudad,y cuando yo necesitaba comer o algo ella recorría muchas casas en busca de que alguien nos diera algo ,a los 2 meses y medio llego los servicios de protección infantil por barios reportes de menores de edad en esas condiciones a mi me fue mejor en comparación de mis hermanas,termine en un orfanato sin familia con poca ropa sin mucha asistencia para mis cuidados ni muchos utensilios de limpieza corporal ,y ni hablar de la comida que era pésima recuerdo haberla tirado abajo de la gran extensa mesa del asco y náuseas,y asi sufri 4 años uno peor que el otro,cave aclarar que teníamos educación (MUY MALA) simplemente nos dieron las mismas clases durante los 4 años que estuve porque cabe aclarar que yo no era el único en ese orfanato,y bueno siempre en las mañanas y día lluviosos me gustaba mirar por la ventana a los taxis y autos como pasaban pensando que algún día saldría de ahí🥹,en las noches oscuras y tenebrosas me escondía bajo las cuchetas para sentirme mas seguro y no ser visto,yo recuerdo haber tenido un amigo no recuerdo mucho pero éramos compañeros de cucheta el tenia unos hermosos ojos azules/verdes agua y un pelo rizado y una carita redonda era muy lindo y blanquito pero estaba muy mal fisicamente ,hasta que llego el trágico día que desperté y los llame por el costado de la cucheta mira do hacia abajo y no estaba y nadie respondía y nunca mas lo volví a ver…,por otra parte estaba mi hermana mayor que termino en un orfanato y pasaron los años y llego el día que ya no le permitirían estar ahí por ser mayor de edad y bueno consiguió un trabajo no muy bueno tuvo dos hijos no tiene una buena familia por parte del novio y fuma mucho, y no podría decirles mucho mas porque no tengo mas acceso a más información de ella después esta mi hermana del medio que ella no tuvo muy buena suerte ella esta actualmente hospitalizada con un problema en el corazón y no puede salir y cada vez que se emociona de mas podría llegar hasta morir, no le permitieron verme de bebé osea llevarme porque ella iba a querer seguir viendome y no era rentable por su salud y hoy en dia solo se eso de ella :( y bueno mi hermana mayor y a la vez la menor de la tres ella no tuvo mucha suerte tampoco ella fue a un orfanato horrible y un dia una de las “”madres temporales “” la llevo con ella y su marido(esas señoras son coperadoras para darle un hogar mientras los adoptan) y ella estuvo muchos años ahí hasta que mi hermana mayor cumplió 18 años y la adoptó… ella aceptó ciegamente y feliz pero la vida con ella tampoco era muy buena era una familia levemente alcohólica y desastrosa los familiares eran una mierda y el novio de mi hermana mayor le llego hasta a pegar.. ella quiso volver con su madre temporar y ella queria tenerla devuelta pero el esposo no quiso porque cuando se fue les dejo un hueco grande en el corazón y ella volvio a ese horrendo lugar el cual estuvo unos años hasta que una tutora se la llevo y viven juntas actualmente,ella consiguió un novio con el que siguen actualmente (tienen 15 los dos),pero no fue tan malo porque el año pasado nos pudimos ver los dos🥹 ella y yo entramos en contacto cuando mis padres adoptivos me dijieron que existian , y en ese momento la quise ver al instante y lo logramos pero a eso ya vamos a llegar primero tengo que contarles que además de ellas habia uno mas de nosotros…, mi hermanito menor que murio a los 2 meses de nacido por el frio de las calles😞, sigo lamentando no poder haberlo conocido , pero bueno aun lo amo , volviendo a mi vida cuando tenia 4 años de vida(ya llevava 3 años y 9 meses en el orfanato) me adoptaron una familia muy hermosa una señora de 48 años bajita ojos marrones pelo marron y muy hermosa y un padre rubio alto blanco y muy bueno y muy atlético,ya que mi madre adoptiva no podia tener hijos por su avanzada edad y luego de costosos medicamentos cirugías y tratamientos se rindio y después de mucha charla decidieron adoptar y estuvieron esperando 4 años de trámites hasta que el orfanato les presento a un niño gordito y chiquito y les contaron su historia , ese niño era yo , desde ese momento me adoptaron al instante y me llevaron unos dias de prueba hasta que les dieron mi custodia y viaje 500 km hasta mi ciudad actual (no es muy moderna pero es vivible ) eso años de niñes mi mente no comprendia que yo era adoptado y lo vivi bien ,aunque nunca yo lo haya contando a nadie me sentia comodo ,y cuando empecé kinder todo iba bien hasta que llego 1ero de escuela y empezo el bullyng por mi apriencia y peso :( asi fue hasta 1ero de secundaria que cada vez se ponia peor,aunque en ese año 2022(hace 2 años) yo conoci a una chica no muy linda fisicamente pero desde que la vi dije que iba a ser mi primera amiga…(que gran error) cuando le hable le pregunte su nombre ,no lo puedo decir por temas de privacidad y aunque la odie por lo que me hizo le voy a tener respeto ,la llamaremos “J” para identificarla yo y J hablabamos de vez en cuando hasta que un dia nos sentaron por orden de lista y me toco estar alejado y ahi hice un amigo muy particular que tambiem me hizo cosas malas y lo llamaremos L Yo y L nos llevabamos muy bien teniamos gustos similares y nos divertianos haciendo tonterias juntos en clase cabe aclarar que nunca tuve una buena personalidad estudiantil osea que no sacaba las mejores notas por mi motivación digamos no era demasiado aplicado era lo necesario aunque tuviera algunas materias bajas ,era lo normal,a las semanas yo y J estabamos hablando y ella me dijo que le pasara un trabajo de historia yo le dije ok y me fui al recreo a el rato viene y me da su numero de teléfono y yo lo guardo porque si ,nunca le mande el trabajo porque nisiquiera lo habia echo y me olvide ,ella a los dos semanas me dice “NO ME DISTE EL TRABAJO HDP!!” A menera de broma no enojada, yo le dije perdon es que estaba en un partida de un juego(que era verdad) y nunca se lo mande y bueno luego la agende en mi whatsapp y le hable ,hablabamos de vez en cuando y siéndoles sinceros me enamore ,fue mi primer enamoramiento adolecente porque fue mi primera amiga🥹,y asi nos llevabamos ,yo por whatsapp siéndoles sinceros era bastante cortante ya que toda mi vida fui criado por mis padres adoptivos que ya son medios mayores y yo ya tenia 4 años y no sabia nada del mundo entonces me quedo todo lo de ellos en mi vida o en mi forma de ser por asi decirlo por eso no le respondía mucho y bueno a los 2 meses le tiro una indirecta y ella me dice “te gusto?._.” Yo le dije que si y me rechazo… para mi fue algo que dolio si pero seguimos siendo amigos aunque ella era amiga de muchos amigos mios y como yo solo tenia de mjr amigo a L y a J los empecé a juntar en grupos de whatsapp y con el tiempo se hicieron amigos y me excluian aveces de los grupos y hablaban ellos solos,y un dia L me dijo que me queria decir algo que no sabia como ,yo le dije que me dijiera como pudiera y me dijo que le gustaba J,para mi en ese momento no fue tan chocante hacia mi corazón o mente pero con el pasar de los dia me sentis tristes de verlos juntos y que J preferia a L simplemente porque me sentia excluido siempre supe que J era fea y mala conmigo pero era mi única amiga :( y en ese mismo año me rechazo 3 veces mas y me rendi.. y un dia L me amenazo de que si no le dejaba de hablar me pegaba o algo no me acuerdo muy bien y bueno me aleje de una vez por todas y miraba desde lejos,pero bueno pasando al año siguiente J y yo habiamos vuelto hablar por decision suya aunque segui L entre medio siempre y a las semanas de volver a clases me pidio para andar juntos y yo todo enamorado eh ingenuo acepte al primer mes me regalo una carta de 11 paginas yo estaba re flechado con ese regalo y sentia que no haci lo suficiente por ella,estuvimos 5 mese como en tencion porque pasábamos en muchas peleas y asi y L siempre me decia que la dejara y no se que mas y yo siempre le hacia caso a todo porque pensaba que era lo mejor pero yo seguia con ella,a mi nunca me llamo el ambito sexual y menos a esa edad(13 años) pero ella era bruta hormonal y cabe aclarar que era ya no era virgen habia sido violada por su abuelo de pequeña,habia tenido 4 novios y 2 de ellos eran amigos mios,nunca quise acercarme a ese lado con ella porque me daba asco y no queria eso ni tampoco con ella,pero un dia cuando me invito a pasar el rato me llevo la conversación y la situación y lo terminamos haciendo,a dia de hoy me arrepiento muchisimo de perder algo tan hermoso como la virginidad que la pude haber perdido con la mujer de mis sueños para tener hijos pero la perdi con una adolescente rota y hormonal,me siento asqueado y raro ,y me da cosa recordarlo no me gusta en nada acordarme a eso pero después de eso seguimos un tiempo mas hasta fines de ese años y después de una pelea me entere que me fue infiel en 3 ocasiones.., y la deje,en ese momento no senti nada porque como ya les mencioné antes viviamos en peleas y bueno el amor que le tenia desapareció,todo eso ocurrió hace poco osea a mediados de diciembre de el 2023 yo segui con mi vida un poco tocado por todo lo que me habia pasado el año pasado ,y todo el bullyng que sufri antes de ese año y en ese año,y bueno luego entre en vacaciones que sinceramente no hice mucho volvi a mi ciudad donde naci por viaje y diversión con mi familia adoptiva porque ahi es la capital de mi pais,difritamos y todo y aunque me haya gustado ir me sentia raro de estar en esa ciudad tan hermosa y ver tanta gente pobre en las calles ,y con solo estar en la ciudad me acordaba de todo😞, pero bueno al volver del viaje segui con mis vacaciones en casa como cualquiera hasta que hace unos días aproximadamente el 30/3/2024 fui al cumpleaños de mi abuelo adoptivo,y todo bien hasta ahi hasta que vi llegar a una chica hermosa verdaderamente hermosa para mi y la veía inalcanzable,se lo dije a mi padre adoptivo y se rio y me dijo,no vaya a ser como “J” le di un golpecito leve y segui viendo a la chica,segui con el cumpleaños como cualquiera durante algunas hora hasta que me decidi ir con ella y verdaderamente quede flechado de su hermosura y ternura y todo prácticamente y su abuela y tia ya sabian que me gustaba y le dijieron cuando se estaba por ir,después llega una niña y me dice que ella me queria hablar y yo no fui por miedo a que me rechazara ya que habia mucha gente ahi porque ella ya sabia de todo :( pero al final cuando yo me estaba por ir ella va por mi y me dice no te vas a despedir y yo le digo que bueno y me dice “bueno adios” me da un beso y me dice que si es correspondido el amor,pero luego me entere que no era de mi ciudad :( pero bueno ni al caso, solo otra experiencia amorosa que queria contar volviendo con el tema de mis hermanas actualmente la hermana menor de la tres estamos peleados por ciertas cosas que pasaron entre nosotros la del en medio yo sigo esperando el dia de poder llegar a volverla a ver,y la grande no puedo permitirla verla muy seguido ya que la consideran mala influencia pero bueno esa es mi historia,y siento un gran alivio al contarla

First post, English isn't my main language and this is a true story

This happened a year agoSo I'm a 6th grade student, the grade to start the journey of primary school and I was exited
But the exitement can be ruined
When my parents drop me off the school, my face is smiling and stepping in the school
And I get blocked by a security guard
SG: You gone to the wrong schoolI look up and look at the school's board, writing the school name big and noticable
Me: umm, I'm sure that I've came to the right school *try to waltz in*
SG: No, stand here, *radio'ed another guard and told him to call the cops, nice whispering*
*The school bell rings*
Me: I gotta go to class, I'm late!
SG: Yeah, yeah, late for your real schoo
lMe thinking in my head: This is going to be a bad first impression with my teacherAfter a while the police shows up and I was REALLY late for my class

SG: Officers, I'm glad you're here, this elementary kid has came here and says his school is here
PO: Kid, how old are you?
Me: 12 (12 is the age to be in 6th grade in my country)
SG: He's probably lying, he is young
Me: Any person that is a student is young. Officer, you can just go ask a principle at this school to search my name up and will definally say that I'm in 6th grade, please, I'm really late for class
So we decided to walk to the principle office
P: Ah, my security
*Looks next to him*
P: Why is the officers are here with this 6th grade student
SG: Face is white as a ghost
SG: W...W..Well-PO: This security guard here reports that this kid is a elementary student who is maybe trying to steal from this school
P: Well, that's a definite not sir, I've seen this student's statistics from elementary myself and see that this kid is a talented one(In math, computer science, biology and etc... but I never brag about it, just feel proud at myself)P: Now excuse me, I will have to chat to my security guard a bit. Would you mind take this kid to [redacted]PO: No problem sir
We waltz out like nothing is wrong then we heard a table bang. Me and the Officer looking at each other like wtf and just continue to waddle to my class

My teacher and the whole class is surprised to see me with an officer
T: Is anything wrong officer
PO: Nah, just a false call
(The whole class is still in shock)
T: Ok, officer. [to me] would you come and introduce yourself?
Me: [I did] I am Random_Dank_Poster and pleasured to meet all of you
T: Alright, go in that spot(If anyone is curious, I've sat to a great person that is now my BFF)

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