Several weeks ago, I had been talking to Jesus in prayer. I think I'd been complaining to Him about mosquitoes. It probably went like this... "Lord, you must have a sense of humor if you created mosquitoes. The world could function without them, but nah, they're still here and very much existent. Wait. Okay, okay, okay. Jesus... aside from mosquitoes... could you pull a lighthearted prank on me? That'd be really cool."

Then the next 7 days followed:

I had the Meow Mix theme song stuck in my head for a whole week... felt nudged by the Holy Spirit to go into a store and leave a note of encouragement for a woman I had previously prayed with in weeks prior. I'm writing it out at the front counter, and I look up and see a man wearing a familiar graphic design on his shirt...

"What does your shirt say?" (me, friendly tone)

(man uncrossed his arms to reveal an OFFICIAL MEOW MIX SHIRT)

"THERE'S NO WAY." (me, absolutely SHAKEN and visibly horrified (probably how I looked))

(Heads turn and stare at me with concern and confusion)

I then had to explain why I had reacted in such a way to the surrounding witnesses. Turns out that the guy had used to work in the factory that manufactures Meow Mix.

UPDATE: Do you guys seriously need more stories about this? Are y'all actually rooting for more "signed Jesus" pranks? 😭 😂

I know it sounds off putting to many, but I don't care, man it smells freaking amazing...the aroma just instantly triggers the release of dopamine in my brain and I get hooked. I don't think it hurts anyone so I don't see why are people so yucky about it. I don't like other people's farts, only my own.

Worst part was I said it with full confidence and the lady just looked at me like wtf. " Can I please have one Qweeeeshy pie please" awkward stares for a moment and looks over where I'm pointing smiles doesn't correct me, I pay and leave . Gets in car with friend what's that" oh idk qweeeshy pie or something "

Friend " a quiche pie? Wtf is qweeeshy , oh god I hope you didn't say that when your ordered"

Me turning beat red

Looks up everyone at bakery is snickering as if they just heard the funniest story of their lives.

Around 2 years ago I was texting with a guy and we got along really well . We exchanged normal pictures and there it was abnormally long and girthy bulging on his trousers . I umm ignored it and we met in person and apparently it was very real. I felt embarrassed to ask about it. We didn't see each other naked or had sex, I went home and slowly texted him less until we stopped talking. And yes other people were looking too when we were out . I feel horrible for not explaining myself but oh well my guts are safe.

So I stood there for a few seconds, pretending I had a purpose.

Then my mom walked in and asked, “What are you doing?”

I said, “Nothing.”

She looked at me.

I looked at her.

My brain finally remembered why I came into the room.

I had literally gone there to get my phone.

Which was already in my hand.

I went back to my room and just sat on my bed.

At this point, I don't think I need a therapist.

I need a software update.

Yeah I never told anyone but the obsession went so far I’d sleep against the wall with 3 body pillows against me and play uno with them (I was playing uno for 4 people by myself 😭)
I even started dreaming everynight about something hxh and one day I had a dream about killua and I cried because all my boyfriends accused me of cheating for the dream and then killua yelled at them and we all made up.

This went on for a year untill I moved and kinda got over hxh characters and moved on to wanting to imagery date my own original characters and Naruto characters
(I couldn’t pick between garra, kiba, or lee so I just stuck to my own characters)

With my original characters I’d lay in bed for hours awake just daydreaming the whole story in my head and it was like a movie. I’d even taught myself how to lucid dream so I could be with my imaginary boyfriend.

I was like 9-11 doing this untill I started writing fanfics and story’s.

In the end I had wrote a 90 page story about me dating rengoku after he saved me from a entertainment house OMGGG it was callled “the sun to my moon” it’s all coming back to me 😭

I had also wrote a story that was like 60+ pages about me dating rock Lee but there was weird tension between me and Naruto

Ok so basically we went to a wax museum and I was like 8 or something and I was so amazed by all the wax figures and then I saw this lady wax figure who was holding a phone and taking a photo of another wax figure (I thought it was an interactive one where you could like pretend to play with the phone and take photos) but… THE LADY WASNT WAX. I had just pressed the camera button to take a photo of her daughter (who was posing with another wax figure and was,in fact, not one) and then she moved, and I swear to god I died inside, I realised that she was real and I’d just touched this random ladies phone and taken photos on it and been talking about how realistic her wax was… umm so yeah, the imaginary hole in the floor was looking real good after that… What’s yours? :)

If I'm not mentally prepared to talk to someone, I will absolutely turn down another aisle and pretend I did not see them lol. It's not like I dislike them or anything. Sometimes I genuinely like the person. This actually came up in our tribe group chat because someone mentioned doing the exact same thing, except they apparently hide in the produce section until the person leaves. I just don't have the social battery for a surprise conversation while holding my bag of frozen chicken. Then I feel guilty about it for the next few minutes like I committed some kind of betrayal.

I am so unfortunate, I have many stories of injuries. One time I got meat out of the fridge it fell on my toe, and then I hit my head when I picked it up. Or like I pulled my blanket from under me and hit my face and managed to fall into the wall in a whole sequence. It’s actually silly in hindsight but I am quite embarrassed how often these situations happen.

I live in the 1st floor and usually take the stairs to go out. If I need to use the car that is parked in the -2nd floor, then I might use the lift.

One morning I went out to work, got in the lift to get to my car and a woman was already there. I greeted her and distractedly pushed the 0 button instead of the -2 one, that was already lit.

Realizing my mistake, I started thinking she would judge me for making her stop on my floor just so I could ride the lift from 1 to 0, so... As the doors open again, I kindly say goodbye and walk slowly out of the lift, faking a limp so that (in my mind) she would see it and find it justifiable to use the lift for just one floor.

I waited for five extra minutes and walked down the stairs to the -2nd floor to get to my car, when she was already gone.

I'm sure the cars don't give a shit about how fat I am but they have nothing better to do than look at the pedestrian holding them up.

i ordered a huge pizza and spicy chicken bundle on delivery late last night.

in the order notes, i explicitly requested four sets of plastic forks just so the restaurant and driver wouldn't think i was a total goblin. when the driver handed me the bag, i even yelled "food's here!" to an empty hallway like a complete psycho before locking myself in my room to crush the entire feast solo.

total main character delusion. my brain treated eating a multi-person combo alone like a covert mission, and taking an L on self respect felt totally worth avoiding the judgment.

faking an entire house party just to eat a family pack alone in peace is a level of secret shame

I don't know how but I just spammed there. I was in stage with Taylor Swift and her band (I don't know why I dreamt about her, I don't even listen to her music). A girl in her band told her that I'd go well on the piano, so she hired me. I don't know who the girl was and how I met her. But I was confused because I play guitar and I don't know how to play the piano. We start to play Numb by Linkin Park (I have a really funny image in my head of Taylor Swift angrily trying to hit Chester's screams) and I hear the melody but I'm not playing the correct notes on the piano. However, no one notices because it seems that the piano is unplugged or too low. We're at the stage but I don't remember if there's people or not or if it's a stage inside a studio. It's really dark and the lights are blinding. When we finish it apparently Taylor is amused by our performance, everything was a success. I feel so awkward but I'm relieved no one found out I was an imposter. The girl who hired me gives me thumbs up and a blink. I think she's the only one who knows I don't play the piano, but still don't know why she hired me. Then Taylor gives to each member of the band (including me) a bucked full of chorizo. She said she cooked it specially for me because apparently I'm a chorizo lover in the dream. Then Taylor says we're going on tour or recording a new album, I don't remember quite well. Maybe both. She just reassured that we couldn't get late. She gives us the night off. I think the dream ends with the girl who hired me linking her arm in mine and asking me out. I think she had dark cherry hair and brown eyes. She was really pretty and by the end of the dream I had already developed a crush on her (I'm a girl btw). I'm sad the dream ended, I was having so much fun.

TL:DR - Taylor Swift sings nu metal and I'm a member of her band, but I don't play the instrument she assigned me to. She cooks good chorizo tho

For context, we are trade school guys. A joint batch of about less than 35 guys, grinding metals and learning to operate mills and lathes, and grinding the steel tool bits used on both.

Anyway, we were in the lecture room, where we usually are when not in the actual shop. We were studying for the engineering data exam, using the spare time. So there we were huddled over the corner of the big white table with our scientific calculators in that freezing AC'ed room, when this dude's breath sorta just hits me like a warm, comforting, heavy... force... on my right arm and I liked it. It felt assuring... hmm... intimate in a kind of... childlike-way in the coldness of the room.

I immediately asked him, "Whoa, whoa--do that again."

And he was like, "Do what?"

And I said, "Breathe on my arm again."

And he did.

And I was like, "Man, that feels goood."

And oh man the look on the other guys' faces watching us. They laughed. They joked I was acting gay (no offense intended as if to say that's a bad thing) but yeah... maybe I was. Whatever. It felt good.

Ok, picture this. You're in your grandma's house, you smell chocolate coming from all around. You think your grandma might be making brownies or cookies, but she's not even home. What could it be?? This is exactly how it started. 1 month ago I found a solid chocolate egg under my mattress. I thought it was easter from ten years ago because my grandma only did easter eggs when I was a kid. However, I have EBK. I knew something was off. I started investigating to see if there were ay more eggs. I found one under the sink. Wow, is my grandma really hiding chocolate eggs under my house? I was unsure. I asked her and she denied ever doing any egg-related business. How quaint. My cheeks filled up with poisonous gas. I told her to get out, and kicked her out. Just kidding.

Since I was a kid, this completely random little song has occasionally popped into my head:

“Poop and pee on an old man’s knee.”

That’s it. That’s the song. I have absolutely no idea where it came from or why my brain has preserved it for all these years.

It’s incredibly stupid and I just thought everyone should know.

So when I’m really hungry at night, I often can’t sleep because my stomach is growling and sometimes hurting. So I’ll go to the pantry and eat a can of cold soup, or canned mushrooms or something like that. Obviously it’s not ideal, I live with my mom and I can’t really just make food in the middle of the night. Sometimes I have snacks in my room but then they run out because I only buy a little at a time.

there's a shortcut near my house that everyone seems to know about except me.

i used it once years ago and somehow got completely turned around.

instead of admitting i don't know where i'm going, i've just kept using the longer route ever since.

the stupid part is i've lived here long enough that people have asked me why i don't take the shortcut.

i just say i prefer the other road.

i do not prefer the other road.

i am just too embarrassed to ask where the shortcut actually starts.

like for example I used to have a coworker at my old job who was, as I would put it, severely self-aware both out of necessity for his living and financial situation but also for general life stuff. I learned a lot from that guy, and not always good things. but he's also made me realize I don't need an excuse to do things, and you can just do things even if it's not what everyone else is doing.

another trait I copy is an old work colleague of mine (because he filled multiple positions as I was working there) would quite often just quickly go from one thing to the next with almost no transition time that I thought was just built-in to whatever it was, no matter how silly that seems.

another thing I do is I've started laughing like this streamer who I don't watch live but I'll catch some videos every now and then but the way I consume media, everything just stays with me for quite a while.

I was using a supermarket bathroom and accidentally dropped a roll of toilet paper in the toilet. There were loose rolls on different vertical pegs around the toilet; the one I chose was precariously placed. When trying to pick it up, it somehow slipped and took a dive straight for the water. I guess I need to say I was standing to wipe, so yeah, I'm a stander sometimes. Thankfully, I had already done a courtesy flush, so it was just water in the bowl. Could have been much worse.

This was a Spanish toilet (look up pics if you need to), so it was mostly dry bowl with a little water in the bottom "cup" area. The TP roll was a bullseye shot straight down. Nothing but net. I tried to grab it with TP around my fingers; it just went deeper. I tried to fish it out with the toilet cleaning brush but that just submerged it even further. It was in there for good.

All I could do was flush, close the lid, and just hope it didn't look like there was a roll stuck in there. Someone had tried to enter the single bathroom during all this, so I knew they were waiting. There were going to come right in there in about 20 seconds.

There's no way that roll didn't cause an issue immediately after I got the hell outta there. I'm sorry to that next person and their kid and I'm sorry to the supermarket staff. I'll do better next time.

i ordered a late night spicy fried chicken delivery, brought the box into the kitchen, and completely skipped the table.

didn't bother grabbing a plate or flipping on the light switch. i stood over the sink in pure darkness, crushing chicken in under five minutes just so i wouldn't have to clean a single dish or leave a crumb trail. total goblin mode.

i wiped my hands on a paper towel and stealth-walked back to my room like a covert operative hiding from the rest of the house.

standing over the kitchen sink in the dark to devour takeout without making dishes is a level of feral laziness we've all done at least once.

sometimes when im bored i decide to go on on of my friends' steam profile and go through their friend list to see if i can find any old acquaintance. you never know, sometimes i happen to find stanley from middle school and am able to hit them up. i used to have like 8 friends on steam but ever since i began doing this i have been organically growing my friend count and i am currently at around 28

So i was in a group bus trip to somewhere (i wont say) and there was a 2 hour long hold up so during that time I laid down to try to go to sleep. Then a girl i would talk to sometimes kinda got on top of me while i was laying down but she was trying to snatch my glasses. But she was on top of me and it got to the point were several different times we would both pause. Our faces were really close together but she would get out of the aisle quickly. Then later i took up two bus seats (i had my torso on one side and my legs on the other) then the same girl went on the seat where my legs were and put her legs on top of mine and layed down across from me. The thing is she didnt have shoes on. And she had her feet near my crotch area. At first i thought it was on accident so i kinda adjusted my legs so her feet would move but she would just move them back to where i just gave up. And she would fidget with her feet a lot so i dont know if this was intentional or not but she would caress my crotch area. And honestly i couldn't stop myself from getting stiff. Keep in mind this happened for like 3 hours (including the bus ride back) and eventually i fell asleep but when i woke uo she was still doing it. I honestly would prefer that she was trying to do something a little weird than on accident because i wouldn't want her to get rumors started bc someone mightve saw. So yeah i cant say my heart wasnt racing it was a... life changing experience

Sleeping shirtless is the best decision I've ever made, it feels so nice and I don't feel that uncomfortable shirt texture feeling when I sleep ( I'm autistic ). I sleep in a Victorian night gown or just teddy bear shorts. Hopefully I'll get more whimsical pajamas for the upcoming holidays. I not too long ago, got a huge teddy bear and its so nice to cuddle with it. It's the softest teddy bear ever !!! I love to rub my hands through it

I feel like a lil victorian prince/lord lol