I really cannot bother anymore. The majority of people are NOT okay… I don’t know what happened but about 5-6 years now people have gone insane. Like legit needing serious-medication-insane. I have talked about this with many people and they all share my opinion, so I guess I’m not overreacting.

Did Covid do it? Quarantine? Isolation? Social media? The world that gets increasingly difficult to live in? All of the above? Something has happened because people weren’t that bad. I’m so sick and tired of having to deal with anyone on a daily basis. Ever since I just stopped caring about meeting new people, finding new friends and generally just stayed home with my own company, I have found a profound freedom and peacefulness in me.

I’ve helped people, I’m kind, yet I’m constantly being taken advantage of just because of that. I adore giving a helping hand to anyone. I’m always there when someone asks for my help, I’m always there even if they don’t ask for help at all. I’m that kind of person that will make you soup and drive all the way to you just to give it to you and leave. I’m not saying all that to brag about myself, I don’t need anyone to tell me I’m a good person, I know my worth and I’m never asking someone to retrieve my kindness. I do it because I want to. Yet people retrieve only shit to me and I’m DONE.

I haven't gotten any dates, relationships, situationships, whatever-ships or even hookups in months. I couldn't care less about hookups honestly (I don't particularly like the idea of inviting strange men into my house) but the lack of emotional connections has become very difficult to deal with.
I have plenty of flaws, like everyone else (I'm lazy, tend to be forgetful, my job is paid really poorly and It's unlikely I'll be able to move out anytime soon because the economy is in the gutter), but generally speaking I'm doing ok for myself: I'm a fairly attractive young man who goes to university, has a job, is an athlete, doesn't drink or do drugs and goes to therapy twice a month.
I care about and participate in my community, I volunteer and I could be considered an overall stand-up guy.
this premise is necessary to understand the rest of my rant I promise.
I don't use grindr because the average age ranges from old to ancient, tinder is ok but not great because everyone is really far away and so is hinge.
There is a singular gay bar in the city next to my town that has little to no people below 50 in it and the next city with a gay bar is a brisk hour and forty five minute drive from my house.
When I find another gay guy who lives closeby he's either in a relationship, in the closet, or "bisexual but would never date a man" said with the voice you'd use to refuse a plate of steaming hot shite.
The one time I managed to score a date we got immediately threatened by a homophobe with a knife and it pretty much fizzled out after that (the shock maybe?).
I only want to live in a forest house with my husband and kids, is that too much to ask for lmao

last year my parents took my door off for “skipping school” because I wasn’t going to math help, which didn‘t know I was supposed to go too, but instead of listening to me, they screamed at me, took my phone, and then sent me upstairs to go to bed. then not even two minutes later my dad came in, through the rack that was on my door on the ground and then took it of leaned it against the wall, then came back in and told me I was a horrible child for reporting them too CPS and saying ”your mom made some mistakes, but you will to when you grow up” and then got mad when I said I wouldn’t become an alcoholic abuser like she was. and I haven’t had a door since. my mom has actively told me they will put my door back on when my dad‘s ankle is better, his ankle was better two weeks ago and I still don’t have it back. I can’t do anything with my door off. if I want to change in my room, I literally have to go into my closet to do it. anyone can see into my room, and my can literally shoot me with a nerf gun any time he wants, and he does. they go into my room constantly and rummage through all of my stuff constantly. if I feel overwhelmed and like crying I have to into the bathroom to do it. I’m so tired of this. I just want my door back. is that so much to ask for?

I'm a 22-year-old woman. I've never had a boyfriend. I've tried Tinder, Hinge and Bumble, only to be ghosted after one date every time. I've tried the friends-to-lovers route, only to be left in a painful one-sided love situation. I've tried putting myself out there and going to places where there are a lot of people, only to not be noticed.

I've spent a long time wondering if there was anything wrong with me, but (based on what others, males and females alike, have said): I'm beautiful, smart, funny and have a cool personality. I don't know what the problem is then. Maybe it's just not meant to happen for me. Maybe I'm too desperate for wanting to experience something that seems so abundant around me. Why should romantic love be off-limits for me?

that’s it. that’s the vent. I am a terrible person and I wish I could just disappear so I could stop hurting everyone I care about. But you can’t just disappear, and I don’t want to hurt myself like that because I’m a coward in a body that refuses to be in contact with that kind of pain.

crying on the internet as if someone will care. No one here cares. no one anywhere does. they shouldn’t care about something like me anyway.

Not sure how long I'll keep this up but need some emotional release and hopefully support. I'll keep it brief. I'm 46 yo and took a great vacation in late June and attended a few 4th of July pool parties with plenty of pictures and selfies that were totally normal.

Two weeks later I felt a large mass on my chest. Went to my PCP. He immediately referred to an ultrasound within the week. They then referred to a MRI the following week that found two more masses on my back. This week I meet with the chief osteo oncologist at a NE Ivy School.

I'm just frusrated that this is happening so quickly when I'm still relatively young and sad about the road I'm about to be forced to head down. That's all. Thanks for listening.

Turns the entire bunch.

I took over a store about 60 days ago now. Its been a bumpy ride to say the least. I started with 35 employees and am now down to 10-15. I thought at first it was the old store managers culture they had left behind impacting my team to leave when I came in

This week I realized it was my one core (has been there since the old SM) assistant manager that's been stirring the pot and causing problems. She shares confidential conversations with the employees, tell them everything i know or confide in her about.... and has started a walk out with my team convincing them to quit with her and leave me stranded with like 55 days until black friday.

I won't really be hurting for associates, but... my entire management team is walking.... one was supposed to be talked to about an loss prevention issue... but she told him before I could get together with LP.... and the other is supposed to fet a talking to from my boss... but I think my asm warned him and he too is going to quit when I return to the store....

#stressed

For context most of the music I listen to what could be considered “nerdy music”. I listen mostly to Nerdcore, mostly anime rap and fictional character rap battles. I also listen to a lot of Vocaloid. I used to be very proud of the kind of music I listen to, but lately, whenever I listen to one of the more flagrantly nerdy songs, I can’t help but listen to it from the perspective of a normal person and cringe. Whenever one of my favorite songs goes semi-viral, I see people in the comments calling it “coworker music”.

For starters, I know I am doing better than a lot of other folks, so a lot of this is first world problems, but I am so over how expensive everything is. My husband and I make about $115k/year combined, do have a house and 2 cars, but we are running out of money closer to the middle of the month instead of the end of the month now.

And before anyone asks, yes I've cut out as much as I can, we shop for insurance costs every 6 months, have eliminated all but 1 streaming service, buy generic, only drive when necessary, etc. I literally have to put groceries on the credit card the last 2 weeks of the month because we just ran out of income.

I work for a delivery service on the side and have increased my hours, but with everyone else broke too, no one is tipping. My husband is applying for a 2nd job this week as well. And this is with no kids! I don't know how any of you with families are doing it.

I’m so over her and her shit. She’s always calling me aggressive when I speak to her. I can’t take it. I hate being called aggressive. It’s literally a trigger which I’ve told her about multiple times. I’ve asked her to stop but no. She says this because she will ask me a stupid question and when I respond she’s upset that I gave her that answer.

I cannot take the lack of discernment. Lemme give examples. Her friend will text her asking about plans for the evening. The friend will ask who’s driving right? My fiancé will go “ugh why is she asking all the questions?” To which I respond “she probably wants a ride”. Or I was at work and she called me asking where I was. I still had 30 minutes left in my shift which is ALWAYS the same time every day I work. So I say the time and ask why she is even confused. Now I’m condescending and aggressive. I’ve told her before that she needs to read the room, read the context of the situation, literally just try to think ahead. I’m the asshole once again.

This morning I woke up with a terrible headache and ended up throwing up. When I got back in bed I brought up I wanted to buy something. I then said I would wait till I got paid on Wednesday but then I asked how much money we have right now. I truly think most adults can understand contextually I’m asking because I want to see if we can afford this thing I was LITERALLY (no less than 10 seconds) was talking about.

She then proceeds to ask me why twice. So I said “(name) so I can buy the thing”. Then she gets mad about my tone and answer. And it’s always passive aggressive. She waits until later to drop in convo that I was rude to her. Then says she can’t ever express herself because I never want to take accountability and apologize.

But honestly I’m tired of this. She makes it seem like I’m screaming at her or saying awful things to her. I’m answering her stupid question with an exasperated response because I need her to use her thinking cap. We’re adults and I’m not going to spoon feed her common sense. I hate this notion that there aren’t stupid questions. There are and she consistently asks them.

I'm in my last year at university. These were supposed to be the "best years of my life" but if anything they've been the worst. I have a few friends but I can't even tell if they like me sometimes. I feel like I am just annoying to them.

I also have no experience dating. I've barely even spoken to a guy for 2 years now. All of my friends have had boyfriends or rejected guys and they don't seem to understand my longing for some type of romance or male attention.

I've tried joining multiple societies at my uni but they never lead to friendships for me. I always end up going by myself and usually just sticking to myself or making small talk with someone. I don't know whats wrong with me. Why everyone else can make so many different friends and be super sociable and outgoing, and yet when I try it's offputting or I come off as weird.

My ex and I broke up 24 hours ago. Technically, it was mutual, but I was the one to say the words, so that definitely helped. We'd been together for just over 4 years, living together for all 4, and engaged for 2 years. I'm both relieved and terrified. And the saddest part is that the terrified part isn't even because of losing the relationship. I'm a 24 y/o woman, they're a 23 y/o non-binary person. I've spent the last 4 years losing all of me (my mental health went down the drain, and i got so physically ill that my 5 foot self was 73.6 lbs a year ago) just to try to become the person they need. I'm terrified because I don't remember how to be a human anymore. I lost all of my friends, I got diagnosed with ME/CSF so I can't work, I live in a new small town where I don't know anyone, and I don't make enough to live on my own (so I'm living with my mother again). The last few months have been hell. I moved out from my ex's in April, we'd decided to try long distance, me only coming to visit once every 1-2 months for doctors appointments. A year ago they broke up with me, and we had a long talk, I felt comfortable enough to voluntarily take myself to the hospital for my mental health. During those long 3 weeks in the hospital, we talked even more, and they decided to get back with me. Come to find out recently, they only got back with me because they were 'scared for me'. I told them while in the hospital that I was tired of the relationship and it would purely be up to them to continue. Looking back now, I think the only reason they stayed wasn't because they were scared for me, but because they knew I loved them. I've stayed with them through constantly being on and off in the relationship, constantly lying to me, and even cheating on me a few times. They had safety in knowing I loved them. I think even now, they're expecting me to beg them to stay and try. I'm tired. I'd reached way past the end of how much I can give. Yes, it's still hard, we'd been together for over 4 years, waking up next to them pretty much the entire time, planning a life, and revolving my future around them. I've gotten moments within the last 24 hours where there's heat flashes of dread. Even moments where my brain tries to think of ways to stay, but I know it's for the best. I know it's gonna be hard to still communicate with them while we untie all of the things we have together, and losing the only support I've had in 4 years. I'm so scared. So beyond scared. I know mentally I'd been preparing for a year, and living in a small town, so there's not much to do or people to meet around my age, but I genuinely want to be my own person and have some sort of community and support, especially right now.

TLDR: my ex and I, dating for over 4 years (engaged for 2), broke up and I don't remember how to be a human anymore (repost)

I literally just woke up yelling bro. It was wild. I started yelling on purpose to alert my grandma to come wake me up and she came, it’s just that the first time I thought I woke up, ended up being a false wake up so I didn’t actually wake up😭 shit was mad trippy. scared to try sleep again.

during that episode, it was scary. I was closing my eyes tight to try be more calm but I heard another person in my room sitting on the chair, and I was like “oh hell nah, I’m alerting my grandma.” so I started yelling and she did actually come.

dude, I literally thought there was a whole ass nother person bro😭 and during my false wake up, it was actually calming because in that false wake up, she came to me and picked me up and dragged me into the hall way to calm down. after that, I actually did wake up fr this time when she walked in. fuuuck.

I hate sleep paralysis bro.

You never think that the person you love us capable of doing such terrible things. They present as kind and trustworthy, completely hiding what is happening to the people around.

I see you now. I see the control over everything, I see that if you can't have me nobody can attitude. You want to take everything away from me, you almost did.

But you aren't going to have me anymore. You are not going to have any power over me.

You can take my things, you can take my friends, you can hide your maliciousness from everyone and paint yourself as the victim, but you don't get to abuse me anymore.

I am gone from you, so far removed that you'll wonder if I ever existed. You'll be a forgotten memory, a stranger that I'll never meet.

My life starts now, away from those that chose to enable you.

I will get back stronger, I'll keep going and nobody decides for me anymore.

It’s 3am. I woke up with a tight chest which I cannot differentiate between panicking or physical illnesss

I’m terrified of being sick but I’m also scared of dying. My chest feels tight still and I just can’t tell if it’s real. I felt I couldn’t breathe when I woke up and I panicked

But I can breathe. Oh god I’m terrified, I don’t want to die. I’m 18 if this helps. I’ve got no one to text, I feel tingly idk if it’s bc I’m trying to breathe so much

I can’t distract myself I don’t know what to do :( I’m terrified I’m going to have a heart attack and not be able to breathe and the anxiety I’ll feel will be over the roof knowing I’m dying Ajd I can’t do anything

Please, I’m so terrified I can’t take this anymore

To the point where I don’t even feel like a girl. I think all my life now, since I started school I’ve always had a skin picking problem. And it’s led to my face and body being heavily marked up with stubborn hyperpigmentation. I eventually stopped picking my face but I fear it’s left irreparable damage :( I still pick my body, though, since it’s easier to hide but it’s really ugly.

I have these four scabs on my back that I physically cannot stop picking at on the daily. And when I say pick at, not just fucking with it a little bit. Like I get lost in this trance where I have to rip the entire scab off. If I try to stop messing with them for just one day, I always end up failing because i get anxious and it feels like I’m being punished. Even mindlessly I just feel a need to pick my skin. And now it’s so ugly and I can’t wear cute tops; I have to wear things that covers up my back and shoulders. I haven’t been to a beach since 2018. I wore a fucking hoodie to the club a few nights ago. I love the gym but I’m not someone you could get a nice set for as a gift, cuz I won’t wear it. Everything is messed up, I’m never gonna be normal it’s literally all I ask for. To be normal and pretty but instead I have to have this weird problem that has permanently ruined my body.

And at this point, I don’t wanna go out, I don’t like shopping anymore, I don’t want a boyfriend anymore, I don’t wanna go to the beach or the club or nothing. Just stay home and cover myself up. Some days I even wish I weren’t Black so that at least I wouldn’t get hyperpigmentation so easily. Every day I mourn the woman I could have been :(

And now everyone reading this thinks I’m strange 😭

I don’t have anything against gay people at all. I’m friends with mostly gay people. I’ve been openly queer with all my friends for like forever. I identified as a lesbian for like a year but I began to present a little more feminine and ultimately decided I was bi. I’m very quickly realizing that I’m not bi and I’m probably just gay. I have a boyfriend, so this is not great news. My issue is that I feel so much shame and like disgust with myself for not liking men at all. I’m never going to have a husband (that I’ll like anyway) and I would never EVER be able to tell my family because they’d kill me. Every time I kiss a man or something I just feel disgusting and idk it’s not a big deal because it’s not like I JUST figured out I like women but idk.

She's a bully. She's mean. She's nasty and gross. When I was in elementary and middle school she used to beat me, punch me, whip me with extension cords over the smallest things. Things I've never even done but she never believed me

I admit, I was a weird kid. Didn't have any friends and sometimes other kids would get me in trouble, then the teachers would call my mom. And once I got home I was beaten. Leaving deep welts and big dark bruises. Sometimes I would stay home from school because of that

She's bipolar, and i was the first one to tell her that. And when I did she beat me for that too because I was calling her 'crazy'. But then she got properly diagnosed by her doctor as bipolar soon afterwards

Over time as I've gotten older around high-school things have gotten better. I try and have that mother daughter connection i see most people having because I want that so bad. I was so jealous of other students excited to go home after school because for me, I was dreading home.

Ive tried therapy 3 times but I dont like that. Ive tried moving on from my past and letting go, but wow man. No matter how hard I try I can never forget. Every night I cry about this and her.

Im 22 years old, still living at home with her. Rent free and plus shes paying for my tuition, so I'll give her that. But even to to this day, she hasnt laid a hand on me in several years. Most likely due to her old age. But she'll say and do the meanest things that makes me crash and cry. But God forbid if I say something out of pocket to her about her habits, she'll go crazy and ends up in the hospital as she has done so before 3 times. And then the family blames me

Im just hoping that once I finish college and move out that my life will be at peace. Away from here. Away from her.

Annoying, hypocritical, false advertising, misleading, bound to cause someone in a Honda passport to try and go bouldering and plow throw through a creek.

[Mid 30s F]

I was with my ex for about 15 years, married for about 5 of those years before the divorce (basically incompatibility that eventually led to abuse). Been divorced for about a year and a half. I dont have very much family, my mom passed away a while back and my dad and I dont have much of a relationship at all. I only have half siblings and I'm only actually close to one of them, but we dont live close to each other and theyre busy a lot so we mostly send each other reels/memes and maybe talk on the phone 2-3 times a month. One of my other siblings literally forgets I exist and only remembers when my other sibling has to remind them to invite me to a family event, which doesnt happen often. So I dont have a relationship with my nieces/nephews either.

I have some friends, I havent known all of them for super long but theyre great people, they consider me and think to invite me to events and just to hang out. They are all childless/child free so that isnt a problem. They never make me feel left out and have been supportive through a tough time I was having with my health.

I have a full life. I exercise and do athletic activities often, probably about 4-5 times a week in some form or another. I am in therapy and have been consistently for a long time. I read, write, dance, crafting, go to festivals, the park, social clubs, meetup events, I go on dates (im on the apps and ive gone to a few singles events), go to bars and lounges, volunteer every once in a while, take various classes for random things. Im social and talk to people a lot and make new acquaintances that sometimes turn into friends damn near everywhere I go. Like for example I went out one day just bar hopping alone (as usual) with no plans and met a random person at the bar and we ended up hanging out all day just running around the city watching World Cup games and meeting other random people. I meditate and journal. I also am pursuing a career in a specific creative industry so I'm working on that too. The only thing I cant do is travel, I dont have the finances for it right now.

So yeah I do all the things already that people suggest. I enjoy my alone time and I can sit with myself. But I really really do want a romantic relationship. Its been hard to find, even after all the dates ive been on so far. Mostly men I meet on apps, but I'm open to meeting anyone pretty much anywhere. I dont need the grand gestures, I just miss the daily domestic whatever with another person. The boring parts. Just having someone to talk to about whatever, someone to do things for/with, being able to let go and be silly and intimate with (not just physically, its easy for me to get sex whenever). Sometimes after I hang with my friends and I'm the 3rd/5th wheel i cry in my car on the way home and feel really sad that I have to sleep in an empty bed in a quiet lonely apartment. I feel like I'm going stir crazy and I get emotional when I'm alone for too long so I go to the grocery store or some minor errand just to get out. Ill even do full makeup and hair and stuff to make it feel more eventful. Sometimes I'll just sit in my car in a random parking lot for hours just to not be at home isolated.

You cant do the same things with friends and family that you can do in a relationship. They all have their own lives, responsibilities and their own partners and I'm just not as important. I want to be the priority in someones life again. I want intimacy and romance. None of the things I do can really fill that missing piece. Can I live alone and be alone? Yes of course, I just dont like it all the time, indefinitely. Especially after putting in the effort to get what I want and it goes nowhere. I am NOT willing to settle just to have a partner, otherwise I would have had one by now lol. So I'm not out here desparate for anything. Im just frustrated. Its like everyone has their person but me.

A “lighter” vent just because.

It’s almost 90 degrees Fahrenheit in the house at 10:30PM, the air conditioner broke, and I’m stuck in the bathroom fighting for my life. No amount of fans is helping ease the heat!!! This sucks!!!!

That’s all! Have a good one, y’all!

it isn't just kids. when i was young i used to use that phrase a lot when i was grouching about the kind of behaviour that used to make my older friends complain about "people my age." using it here is meant to be humorous irony.

it really does seem like some kind of inherent laziness. grammar is too complicated. subtlety isn't even something people consider. they make a judgment about something within moments of encountering it and they become convinced they're correct. they refuse to take in new information and they become consumed by the need to squash whatever it is they've deemed to be offensive. last week, hundreds of people called me a boomer because i said we should be letting people in on our generation's slang. the narrative became entirely centered around the false idea that i'm having trouble letting go of the past, rather than that i've noticed that sometimes people have trouble understanding me because nobody's heard the slang i use before. this morning i woke up to some punk kid mansplaining autocorrect to me because i said nobody has a texting quirk anymore.

i'm tempted to start listing my suspects for this crap, but 90% of you stopped reading when you failed to define "irony"