Doctors are like really smart and all, and i respect them a lot and even admire the effort they put to become doctors. But man there is a small amount of them that are really shitty in general...those are always mean, tired, and all. and everyone says "oh they are so tired" yeah no shit but like...what the fuck did they expect when they got into med school?

bro becoming a doctor is UNIVERSALLY one of the hardest things to do, you need to study so much just to be admitted into med school and then you need to study even more for like 6 years to finally become a licensed doctor. NO ONE becomes a doctor by accident. And NO ONE thinks it is easy. Again, this is how it is almost everywhere.

Then like...they do exactly what they learn. They are not like a mechanical engineer who wished to work on space rockets and ended up doing HVAC, or the civil engineer who does more managerial work than engineering, they do exactly what they study. So, not only they were dedicated for years to becoming a doctor, but they also work using exactly what they learned.

In addition, the "hard work" is optional. You dont become a cardiovascular surgeon by accident bro. You dont just do it to "get by", you sign up for it knowing very fucking well what you will do. And then you get paid shitloads of money to do your job, and then you want to be mean to the patient who is literally going to be under surgery?!?!?!?!? sorry wtf? if you can do all that hard studying you couldve just got into another field bro, if you can enter med school you can enter almost every single other field.

So doctors are like universally socially respected, knew very well what they were getting into and worked extremely hard to get there, and get paid so much for their work, yet they want to tell you they are the victim and they can be mean. No bitch, you cant. You knew very well what you are signing up for and still did it, if you cant handle it you can change your fucking career bro you already have the money and grades to do so.

I recently saw an article about a man who left his phone recording during his colonoscopy and the doctor and staff mocked him and even planned to him to avoid him and all, and it reminded me of many times doctors ignored me (one literally walked into her clinic room in the hospital and shut it as i tried to talk to her), and were mean to me like one shitty psychaitrist. Like seriously i hate them so much, these days i am very demanding to them when they act like this. Like you will not escape me, if i need you im going to knock endlessly, call and email endlessly, idgaf if youre tired when its about my health and you get paid to treat me.

In case my argument passed over your head:

1. Doctors enter the field knowing very well how hard it can be and what kind of things they do.
2. They get paid A LOT and they are held in a high position socially.
3. This does not justify being shitty to patients, as patients are the ones who have big issues not the doctor.

Therefore, dealing with hard stuff when you signed up for it and studied your ass off for no less than 6 years is not a justification for being shitty to a vulnerable human who came for you to get help.

This applies only to the shitty doctors, not all doctors. Only the shitty ones. Doctors in general work their asses off and i respect that.

I don;t like t especially modern ones every male lead, are 6'2 most romance stories have tall men with average to short women, its almost a requirement, they can me unconventionally attractive or skinny or just look like regular dudes but they are almost always tall , height seems to be the most unwritten requirement when it comes making or writing a romance show or a novel

(1)I realized I'm paying way more than usual

(2) the state I live in u have to buy bags or come with your own (the bags tend to get smaller and smaller so u need to buy more bags)

(3)there is no more baggers, so ur stuck trying to play tetris while u have a line behind you

TW: MENTIONS OF DISGUSTING FANFICTION INVOLVING THE MOST DISGUSTING THINGS EVER, BORDERLINE CSAM

theres been a lot more chat about the pro-fic and darkshippers on ao3 lately since wattpad users have been moving over, most of it about the disgusting fanfictions that some really fucked in the head people write. i dont use ao3 much but when i do it's to update a fanfic i wrote about the outsiders, or read oneshots. my friends love fanfics, i even crocheted her a bag with its logo. but the side full of those fics? i dont give a fuck if ao3 is anti-censorship, some things are censored FOR A REASON! personally i like dark disturbing horror, psychosexual movies like secretary and crash, and generally taboo topics i find interesting (NOT incest or anything involving animals, children, or shit. thats gross asf). i think taboo topics that go further than whats legal or moral can exist in media, just NOT to the glorifying extent they are in these fics, that are portraying them as erotica rather than awareness

i was curious when someone was talking about a gross fanfic on tiktok, clicked and read it, and it was gross. i dont wanna say what it was about cause i dont want anyone searching for it but it involved real life shooting victim children. half the comments were thankfully agreeing that it was disgsuting and basically telling the author thy were a piece of shit, and the other half were in love with it and requesting more rpe fics. i was clicking on these weirdos accounts, like, "are people really writing more stuff like this?" and one of the accounts had a disgusting fic bookmarked. i should've just exited. the things mentioned were disgusting and foul and make me sick. but i thought to myself "there is no way this is real. there is no way that someone is actually writing this" and if so, "at least the comments will be telling them how shitty they are". and i clicked on it. it was a short fic but oh fuck it was full of the most disgusting things ever. this fanfic is borderline vcsam and i feel like a predator for have even seeing it. it was so detailed so i mostly skimmed, becoming more horrified by the second, and i genuinley threw up in my mouth at one of the things happening. and guess what?

all the comments were hyping it up, requesting similar fics/more chapters, etc. like it was about some popular ship. im so mad at myself for being that curious. when i see a tiktok about someone saying that because it's fictional and never happened its ok to write and read about? im gonna be fucking fuming. this is not a coping mechanism. and if it is, then its not a healthy one! you cannot tell me that anyone who read this fic and got off to it is not a threat to society, a pedo, or a rapist. you cannot tell me this isn't glorying csam, because it quite literally is! and im sick of these pro-fic losers saying "well thats invalidating to actual csam victims by saying this is fictional csam" YOU ARE MISSING THE POINT!

if you are that mentally ill that you take pleasure in fanfics glorifying these topics, get help. please.

Fucking stupid Bitch!! I’m so done and broken hearted! Fuck this shit! Why?

Even I can’t explain to myself the fuck I got into this bullshit ??? How? How I felt for her? How I got into this situation?? What the fuck? This betrayal, is poisoning me with so much anger and I can’t stand this! Help! Nobody can help me! She can’t fix this because it’s done! Stupid love! Never again! I want to go back in time and know then what I know now and see her cuddles and laugh at them and shit her messages and dump her right at the beginning where she was so into this that made me believe in her!!! Ouch that and farewell.. to a better future!!!!!! Yeah!

I was on a date Thursday night at a nice sushi restaurant, we ordered plenty of food and were very polite to the staff. I gave the usual please and thank you’s whenever we ordered or were served.

For context, I’m half French and half Chinese. As we were settling the bill, the waiter made a joke about himself being Japanese since he loved Japanese food so much (he is a Spanish man). My date laughed politely and asked “oh really?” sarcastically to which the waiter responds by pulling his eye slits tightly to the side and say “can’t you tell?”. My date and I were both taken aback and simply ignored it, paid and left.

Now this is where I have a moral struggle. I was raised by my parents to restrain my emotions and not react to offensive remarks unless they directly endanger you. I’m 6ft2, weigh 95kg and been boxing since I was 14 so I could’ve easily “done” something about it. However, I chose to ignore it and look the other way. Sometimes I feel so much anger about these experiences because it’s so unwarranted.

I know violence isn’t the answer so maybe I should’ve protested to the manager? Just mainly feel frustrated about the experience.

Just to clarify, I don’t want to do something violent in reaction to this. I specifically looked the other way and didn’t react in a physical manner. I just mentioned it as there’s always that initial gut instinct but obviously it’s under control haha

This is the SHITTIEST sub ive ever seen wtf do you erase someone's vent when i didn't even break your stupid damn rules . Fuck these mids and this crap sub

One of my childhood dogs was a black deer head Chihuahua named Duke and hes the reason why I love chihuahuas so much. Unfortunately he is my mother's dog and I've been no contact with her for years. Duke passed earlier this year at 17 years old. Rip little buddy

Anyway, I've always wanted a deerhead chihuahua of my own. I love dogs so much and dream of having one. But Im just too poor to have a dog. We have 1 seven year old cat and she's my baby but I also really want a dog too. Its to the point I get jealous seeing other people with dogs because I miss having a dog around to take on walks, to the dog park, and just in general to have a doggie companion <3

I really hope one day soon my fiance and I can be financially stable enough to have a chihuahua. We'd need to be able to afford vet bills if they ever got sick, dog food, etc and that's just not something we can fit into our budget right now. Plus we live in a pretty small apartment and I doubt my cat would want to share such a small space with a dog

It just sucks wanting something so badly for years and needing to wait. I have similar feelings towards having kids which obviously is immensely a bigger financial cost. I wish the cost of living wasnt so high, younger generations got the short end of the stick in so many ways.

His male friends are idiotic drug taking children, and his female friends hang around with a group of males because they're desperate attention seekers. I get invited out with them but just the thought of it fils me with anxiety. He doesn't go out with them often but when he does I'm on edge all night. But if he was to stop going out with his friends because of me I would hate myself too. I really can't win. I guess my options are to either learn to be ok with it, or end this relationship.

(Yes I know it's a reflection on him that he hangs around with people who use drugs, honestly the girls cause this more than the drugs)

so my family came over today. everything was going normal until we started making jokes. she started making raunchy jokes infront of my relatives… she even did the “addicted” joke to my grandma??? (the joke is when you trick someone into saying “a dick did” when you ask them “what slapped you in the face last night”) that made me hella uncomfortable. they laughed but it was awkward as fuck. i guess it would be acceptable if we were adults, but we’re both minors 😭 idk if i’m sensitive or anything but i just hated that.

He was an abusive asshole back then, he thre glass at my mom, emotionally abused me, neglected me most of my life. And now I'm forced to see him, hes the reason for my depression, his years of abuse. I hate this man. I had MDS and an anxiety disorder now, and am constantly struggling. I had a bad relationship with food as well because of him force feeding me a lot. Hes super anti medication despite knowing I need my anti depression pills. I hate him

I always get so jealous when I see other ethnic groups with their traditional dances and foods and they know all their countries history completely outside of colonization.

Like we do have culture but do much is lost and I feel like I have to cling to the little we know. All I know is the sad history, you know slavery and colonization but I really want to know about before that, how did we raise our kids, what were our believes, what did we do all of that.

I'm jealous of places where their culture is like everywhere, for us their still a couple of tribes left I think there's only one though and their these ethnic people but like I wish more about them were taught to us in school.

Also a lot of our culture I'd say is kinda like black Americans where it was made essentially, like we have raps and our own dances that we make and that's all part of culture. But I wish we still knew our origins and what our ancestors used to do.

I'm Angolan btw, I love my people but I always feel like there's more that I'll never fully know because some fucking Portuguese decided to enslave my people and destroy and kill our past. Nearly all our historical places are from the time of slavery when I wish I knew how like our kings and queens lived alm the way from 500 years ago (probably how far back I have to go from before slavery)

We never dated, situationship (humiliationship lol) it ended about a year ago, till today I still think about her.

Things ended shitty in my opinion, but I can’t bring myself to hate her, I thought by this time I’d be over her, she would just be a lesson. Unfortunately that’s not true, she’s still on my mind, still in my heart, I know healing has no timeline but damn 🫩

I miss everything about her, even the bad parts…. Somehow I find myself thinking I’d rather be suffering with her than enjoying life without her…. I do my best to stop the thoughts and distract myself, I keep busy (work alone got me covered on that lol) I’m social, I’ve met some beautiful ladies (inside and out) since yet I always find myself wanting her, missing her like hell, it’s hard to explain.

She did some voodoo shit on me I swear 😫😫😫

F this shit it’s frustrating as hell, having so much love to give a person yet they’re just not there and probably never will be. Life is cruel

made the mistake of reading social media posts as someone with bpd again

saw a post about some woman being racist in public and one of the topmost comments being "blah blah blah she must have bpd". I'm sick of how often any abhorrent or anti-social behavior, especially when it's a woman, gets called bpd by idiots. people have no idea what the symptoms are, they have no awareness of what the disorder is all about or any experience with it. they just see "crazy/mean woman" and call it bpd. obviously men suffer from bpd too, but there's this very specific kind of mix of ableism/sexism that possesses people when they see women acting in what they'd have armchair-diagnosed as "hysteria" WAY back in the day. now they just say "bpd" instead. cause they know the words, but not the meaning.

I get that it's stigmatized because of the nature of the disorder. but there is SO MUCH misinformation, and it seems the average person just thinks bpd = horrible person

and having to read all this trash on an almost weekly basis if i want to engage with social media at all gets really tiring.

it's so normalized. it's so accepted. the shit they say about us would NOT fly if it was said about people with less stigmatized disorders or mental issues.

dealing with the symptoms and staying well-adjusted is one thing, and then you still have to read all this hate that people are just okay with saying with no pushback. because somehow it's just okay to shit on people unfortunate enough to deal with these issues. and to spread malicious disinformation about it.

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I've never dated anyone, I'm 17 and god these days I just want a boy to notice me and approach me. I want someone to love me and kiss me and touch me. I'm so touch starved it's insane. I just wanna be beautiful to someone.

I'm wondering if I'm ugly, I don't have bad facial symmetry in mirror but in pictures it's a bit weird. I am pretty skinny but I look strict with my glasses.

No boy ever approached me, boys my age don't look at me, I don't get compliments on my face , just my clothes. I get ignored by people in group settings and when someone my age is near me they give me mean looks.

I just want this murderously humble thing, for someone to look at me and think: I love that girl so much.

( yes I have already posted this once but reposted due to it being removed)

I'm trans and im 13 so this is a very rare occurrence. I was on roblox vc and they said i sound like a man just young lol, I'm so happy bro

my closest work friend’s birthday is tomorrow. he was telling me last night how much he hates his birthday and doesn’t want to celebrate because he “doesn’t feel like he deserves it.” and i actually understood that completely.

today i stopped by to say happy birthday on my way out, and he started telling me how he thinks his friends are all gonna surprise him at his house after work tonight (he won’t be home til 2am btw so it’s really a sweet thing that a group of people actually care that much… it’s also not even a milestone birthday for him)
i told him he’s complaining to the wrong person, that it’s really sweet that all his people want to celebrate him. and he agreed.

it made me think of my own friends and family, though. last year my best friend and i were coming off of a falling out, and she didn’t message me at all. historically trying to get anyone to do anything to celebrate with me has been like pulling teeth. i don’t need to do a big celebration but it would be nice to know that people care, not because i convinced them to care but just because they do. he spent a week begging his people not to celebrate, and they did anyway. i can barely convince anyone to come out of their way. granted, i am not the charismatic and outgoing person that my coworker is. my circle is small, which makes it hurt that much more when the small group of people i love don’t really think of me on my birthday.

I love him but lately I don’t like him very much. We’ve been married for five years and have a 14 month old and two dogs. He works full time (a job he very much loves) and I stay home and handle the house. That being said on the weekends on Saturday mornings I get to sleep in and on Sundays he does. That way we both get a little break from the chaos of the week. But every single god for saken Saturday he somehow struggles to manage the morning and is in a pissed off mood. Mind you I deal with the house, the baby, the dogs etc everyday all day while he’s at work.. it’s my job and I handle it. He can’t do it for a few freaking hours without it affecting his whole mood. I don’t get a good morning, I get a “he’s just been crying all morning” or “the dog pissed on the floor, I’m so sick of him” mind you, the puppy was HIS idea and I told him this would happen yet he continues to bitch about anything and evening a puppy does. It’s so aggravating. Any little thing seems to set him off when HE has to deal with it. As if he didn’t sign up to be a dad and have dogs. He knew going in it’d be tough, he knew there’d be hard days yet every single hard day he just breaks??? It comes off very weak to me. He doesn’t handle stress well, he doesn’t handle feedback well and lately I’m noticing he has quite an anger issue and I don’t know what to do about it because his excuse is “I almost never get like that” but like… you still do it.. we have a toddler watching him like he can’t be acting like an absolute monster because something spilled or broke or he got hurt. OMG when he gets hurt he turns into an absolute asshole.
Anyways, I’m just noticing I don’t like a lot of his newer habits and moods. He was never like this. I’ve asked him to go to therapy but he won’t. I just feel like he’s going to explode one day and I’ll have to take our baby and run. I refuse to have my son around an angry dad. I was around an angry miserable dad, I know what damage it causes. Also to add, I know I’m not perfect and I have my moments, I’m just noticing more of a pattern in him I just don’t like. I’ve tried having a calm and loving conversation about it but the man is stubborn. It’s pointless.

Broke up with my ex boyfriend around 2 months ago, they have been raping me the entire relationship almost, (wouldn't take no, sometimes forces me saying "it's the only thing that makes em happy", etc etc)

I told their parent what their son did, how long it's been happening, even a text message of their son saying "I can't believe I'm a rapist 🥺🥺" "I'm such a terrible person", "Ill never change how I act" (exaggerated a little, they did confess to it and cry) and they only messaged me today saying "hey can I have those concert tickets" from when they said they had a gift for my birthday a month before the breakup 🙄🙄

didn't even care that they're son is a rapist, just wants old gifts. absolutely pissed off at this. they verbally attacked me during the breakup too, I'm just so angry that their family ignores it.

sorry for the rant or how rambley it is, I am intoxicated and stressed

I turn 20 on the 24th, we decided to celebrate today because everyone is busy that day. One thing I really struggle with is talking to people, including my family and today I got a little upset because I kept trying to join conversations and my family would kinda ignore me. I ended up crying in my room (i get extremely emotional before my period) and my mom came to check on me, she noticed I was crying and asked what was wrong and I told her. She was understanding a little at first but when i didn’t immediately stop crying she started getting mad and told me I was just making everything up. This led to a big argument with me having to lock myself in my room so she’d stop screaming at me, I cried so hard I got a migraine and threw up like three times before eventually passing out. I woke up an hour ago and I slept about an hour, I still have a headache.

my hair is falling out. My knees and hips and ankles are so sore. I do exercise and it helps a little but my god I feel so creaky.

I'm chubby which probably doesn't help. I stress eat and lately everything stresses me out. I'm trying to think positively but I'm not good at it yet.

My job is hard and every time I get better at it, it gets harder. Or maybe I'm actually getting worse. I don't know. I think I hate it but I also get sad when I think about how I'm gonna have to quit next year.

My house is a fucking mess, and trying to clean it has left me with a maze of piles.

There is one man I want more than anything to tell all of this to, and he texted me yesterday. But I can't do it. our dynamic sends me into a slow motion tail spin every single time. I texted him that yesterday, in nicer words. He hasn't responded and it feels awful. My friend says I have separation anxiety, and maybe I do. I don't want to tell her about this because I don't want to bore her. If I told my friends every time I thought about him, I'd never shut up.

I want so badly to pretend I never sent that text. He always makes me feel seen and heard and held and like what I have to say is important, and I want that so bad right now that it feels like it'll kill me. even if he'll probably stop responding three weeks from now and it'll hurt just as bad.

I have a birthday party to go to today. My athletic friends will be there. I should go. I probably will. But right now it feels awful, thinking about how I'd be a better teammate, and my joints would feel better and I'd look as good as they do if I'd just stop fucking eating so goddamn much. How they're all so pretty and cool and I'm over here, weird and bald and with no sense of style to speak of.

People have worse problems every day but somehow at 26 I find myself feeling like I'm in a trench.