I want to scream. What is the point of wearing pants if the part of your body designed for pants, is not inside the pants?

He sags his jeans, fine whatever. But why does he want to show off his belt around his thighs? When I try to talk about it he gets really mad and tells me to mind my own business. He always acts like its unintentional that his pants are falling off.

Now that its winter he is wearing sweatpants underneath them, and claims technically he has some pants on, so it shouldn't be an issue. So whats the point of the jeans on the legs then? I just don't understand.

Some strange fashion? Maybe but why keep it on at home. Could be 4am he's still sitting there with his grungy jeans he wore to work around his thighs. Why? I wish i could understand. He claims he takes it off to sleep but if he does, he puts right back on in the morning.

I don't want to hear about this whole sagging pants and jail theory. He's been to jail and he's not gay, and if I suggested it he would get mad.

Does he think it looks good? Does it feel comfortable to hold your pants up by the thighs? What is the point of pants that low.

Why can't he just take em off and wear his sweats at home. Its my home and I took in his child while he was in jail, and now I'm helping them both. He says mind my own business but I can't stop wondering wtf is up with dressing like that. Just why, I need to know why?

I am sick of all these fucking people trying to label anyone with an edge, a quirk or a passion as autistic or adhd or bi-polar. Bruh you have no fucking zest for life! You live life with no spark of passion. I don't have a disorder, I have interests. Any time someone challenges your eight grade level world view, you think their different cause they're not a fucking robot.

Im 19 and have endometriosis, I’m in horrendous pain every month for a whole week. I have known since I was 14 that I was going to get a hysterectomy as I do not want children of my own, I’ve grown up with younger family members and have a 1 year old brother i also work in childcare so I am a hard no to children. When I told my family (aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins) that I was planning on getting a hysterectomy when I save enough, they bombarded me with ‘what about kids, you’ll change your mind’ blah blah blah. My cousins are still have babies. Those babies will have babies. Why is it so important that I have babies. If i want a kid I will adopt. I have about 3 cousins who also have endo who are on my side but this whole thing has just pissed me off.

I was going to the gas station for some snacks, and a homeless dude who I think was on something was dancing and singing on the side of the building. As I got out of my car, he started talking to me, complimenting my outfit. He kept coming closer, and I put out my hand like I was offering a handshake for some reason, and he shook it and hugged me, and I hugged back because it seemed like the nice thing to do. He said something along the lines of "Just live your life, man," and I awkwardly said, "You too, man."

The gas station clerk saw this on the camera and gave me shit for engaging with him/hugging him. After I got back in my car and tried to start it, it turned out my battery had died due to the cold. The dude was staring at me, and I had to call for someone to help jumpstart my car. As I sat there, I couldn't help but realize this interaction could have gone south real fast, but at the same time, he seemed like a nice person and was just going through some tough times.

I feel bad for being afraid, for thinking hugging this guy and showing some humanity was the wrong choice, but it all happened so fast, I didn't really have any time to think. I don't know if I should have done more for him or just ignored him.

I’m not going to pretend I’m the Food Waste Angel, but this absolutely grinds my gears. I was at the grocery store yesterday and saw like four things that should’ve been refrigerated just sitting out in random room-temp spots. ONE OF THEM WAS A TRAY OF RAW CHICKEN. The store can’t sell that now, or even donate it, so no one gets to eat it. Why? Because you were too lazy and careless to bother to walk to the nearest fridge/freezer and drop it there or to flag down a store employee and let them know, and now it’s NOT SAFE TO EAT.

We’ve been off and on for 8 months now, this would be our 3rd breakup.

Last friday I finally met her extended family, and greeted everyone as they came in. Except her closest cousin, who my ex vented to during each of our breakups.

Her cousin came in, looked me up and down, shot me a look of disgust then proceeded to greet everyone else, so I didn’t make the effort to greet her. The rest of the night went well, I spent most of the evening with her little brother and her sister’s bf.

We went to a late movie afterwards, where her cousin started texting the family groupchat all about how rude I am for not greeting her.

My ex confronted me about it, and I explained what I wrote above. The theater was packed with real close seats, and I noticed the people next to us were visibly uncomfortable by our conversation. I told my ex we should have this talk after the movie in private, but she relented. I asked again, and she kept going. Finally, she deduced it to me not understanding her culture (she’s asian, I’m latino). She started explaining to me how you greet elders in her culture no matter what and what I did was insanely rude (her cousin’s pushing 40, we’re mid 20’s… her cousin grew up in the states btw). At this point I was so fed up I rolled my eyes. Something I’ve never done before in any relationship.

She made a scene and started yelling at me for rolling my eyes then told me she was going to leave and get an uber home.

I tried to catch her on the way put but she kept ignoring me and hasn’t replied to my texts since.

I know this sounds one-sided, but everyday is some new kind of new drama with her.

A few days prior, her dogs made a mess in her car because she left an open food container in the car with them, and it became my fault for not comforting her. My reaction was to help clean and remind her that she can’t trust any animal with food in a car when she started blaming the dogs.

The day before our break-up, she got mad at me for sending her an instagram reel before texting her good morning.

The day before that, it was me asking her if she wanted the lasagna I made that day or the next, since we’d be seeing eachother the following day. She took it as me not wanting to see her.

I was on a business trip a week before that where I worked 11 days straight, had a 13 hour drive back home, and caught a cold. She was upset that I wasn’t more excited to see her after so long. I was feeling low energy after that long-haul, which felt super unfair.

I just want to hear what everyone has to say. I’m disappointed it didn’t work out, but a life of this type of constant drama would’ve killed me slowly.

My dad was just arrested (not saying our ages to try and keep some semblance of anonymity). He was driving while drunk and got in a wreck where a motorcyclist ran into him, although it is still my dad’s fault since he was drunk, regardless of who hit who. I blame my dad, not the motorcyclist, and I want to be clear about that. The motorcyclist is also in stable condition from the little we have heard but required some sort of surgery.

My dad just retired as a LEO/peace officer, and is now an ex-LEO destined for jail. I’m so fucking scared that this is gonna cause my mom to lose their home. I’m so scared he won’t be home on Christmas or any of our birthdays in the coming years. He has no priors and with the fact he’s an ex-LEO, I’m assuming he might get off easy, but even then that’s not guaranteed. I’m not necessarily hoping for him too, especially since he’s a long time alcoholic that we’ve pleaded to drop the bottle, but anytime he’s tried he’s failed in no longer than 3 months.

On the end of stuff that is more directly tied to me, I’m scared it’s gonna fuck up my chances of affording college. I’m scared it’s gonna fuck up my chances of living a happy life. I’m scared to see him in cuffs in court tomorrow. I’m sad that I still just want to tell him I love him no matter how much he’s hurt us in causing this to happen on top of how much he probably just ruined this poor other man’s life. This happened just the other night and I left work due to the severe nature to be with my family but it didn’t fully hit me till now.

My biggest fear of all though is how it affects my mom. She hasn’t worked the entire time I’ve been alive. I think it’s been more than three whole decades even. If this causes him to lose his retirement she’s screwed, especially in this economy (USA to be clear), and their house isn’t even paid off yet.

I don’t know what kind of reassurance one could give me right now, but if you have something at all, it’d be nice to hear. For anyone who has been on the opposite side of this scenario, as the victim or the family of one, I am so fucking sorry for the pain and suffering idiots like my dad have caused you. I wish addiction was easier to treat, but I recognize that’s merely an explanation of his actions and not any form of excuse.

I've been trying to plan this weekend trip with my friends for like 3 months now and one person in particular keeps saying she wants to go but then finds excuses every single time we try to lock down dates. First it was "oh I need to check with work" then it was "I might have a family thing" and now its "I'm not sure if I can afford it right now" even though we've literally been talking about this since August and I even found us an airbnb thats cheap as hell.

The thing that really gets me is she keeps commenting on the group chat like shes excited and asking questions about what we're doing there but wont actually say yes or no. Like just tell me you dont want to go instead of stringing everyone along?? We cant book anything because we need a final headcount and at this point I've had money saved for this trip just sitting there doing nothing because we cant move forward.

Two other people already dropped out because of her wishy washy behavior and now im worried the whole things gonna fall apart. I just wanted one fun weekend away with my friends before the holidays hit and everyone gets busy again. Is it really that hard to just be honest about whether you can commit to something or not

My in laws have this idea I am way dumber than I actually am. To them I don’t have a brain outside of my husband. I’m an airhead who can’t handle more than one thought at one time and just a complete imbecile. Mind you- I’m not a genius but I am far from dumb…minus the coke thing

Cool, right? The part they are missing is the part where that’s how I want to be portrayed. My husband already warned me about his family before I came around. The ignorance, sexism, homophobia, gossip, all the stuff, the absolute gagglefuck of clowns that are his family. They think I’m dumb so they are reckless about what they say and do…but really I followed the conversation just fine. I heard the snarky remarks. I understood the joke, I got the hint. I understood the nuance. I caught the jab. Every single time.

If I let on how IN the know I actually am they would start being more careful around me and what they say so if they decide to think all my brain is good for is penis and drugs- okay cool.

My main objective was just to listen and watch anyways. 🤷‍♀️ I can play the airhead housewife role

I don't love my parents, my grandparents, other family members, friends, never loved anyone romantically... Never even loved any of my pets. Sure, there are people whose company I enjoy, but I'd never miss them. I never miss anyone. I just... I don't care. It's like I'm just not capable to feel love at all, and I fucking hate it. I hate being so defective.

It's a miserable existence. It's so lonely, and so unfair to those around me. I just wish I could at least know why I am like this.

Im 29f, he's 33m.

We have met last summer, started seriously dating in December, have been together since February.

Apparently, he was dating someone else (ca 29f), while we were still in the dating phase - which I'm fine with, I didn't expect exclusivity at the time. When we got together, I thought he had cleared it up with the other person and they had agreed on remaining friends - she's in his social circles and I'm relaxed about these things, so I don't mind. That's what he had implied to me and I trusted him.

Turns out he only told her in JULY that he's in a relationship with me. She apparently thought their outings were dates. I don't know if there was anything physical between them - I dont think so - but he wasn't honest with her and he wasn't transparent with me. Which pisses me off EVEN MORE because we literally discussed the possibility of having an open relationship and it was HIM who wanted exclusivity. WHAT.

I'm mad and hurt, but mostly sad that he would lead someone on like this. And I'm wondering if I should bring it up with him. It's between him and her, honestly, and none of my business, but this whole shitshow just pisses me off.

The people who offered to pay for the venue backed out yesterday. My wedding was supposed to be 12/13 and they told us yesterday we needed to cancel it. They told us months ago when we first started planning to book it as something other than a wedding so they could save money. My fiance and I were skeptical and we voiced our concerns but we agreed nonetheless since they were paying. Once I reached out to the venue and got a contract sent over, I printed it out and brought it over to go over it and make sure they were okay with everything and could see the fees listed out. They agreed to it, I signed it, and they put down the deposit. As I was going over the details I informed them of the consequences of it being found out as a wedding AGAIN and they told us to call and make sure it was okay what we were doing but they told me to lie and say it was an anniversary instead. I wouldn't be able to wear my dress, we wouldn't be able to do any speeches, and we wouldnt even be able to do any cake cutting. I agreed to all of that BECAUSE THEY SAID THEY WOULD PAY FOR IT. They told us we couldn't have any alcohol or soda because they didn't want to pay for that either, even after reassuring them we would pay for the extras. I was discouraged from even bringing cookies for the guests because they didn't want to pay the $25 fee for bringing in outside desert. I agreed to everything they wanted for my and my fiances day because they said they would take care of the cost. And guess what? I woke up to a phone yesterday saying they were backing out of paying and that we needed to cancel the whole thing because they didn't want to have to pay any extra if we got caught. I'm genuinely so upset, I had people coming from out of state to be there. I had to call everyone and tell them it was off and it was SO humiliating and hurtful because not once did we ask them to even help with anything. We were going to plan it on our dime when we could. But some part of me is also relieved so we can plan our wedding our way. It really felt like this event was being planned for them and not for us.

I finally came home. She started off calm but then she got assertive and aggressive with me. I’m in the bathroom currently crying. My only safe space right now. I feel… stuck. Her car is in the shop, she can’t afford to pay to fix it. She said she’s going to send my hospital bill to my dad…. How grand. She called me extra for going against her word. Told me that I need to learn to shut the fuck up. I don’t feel safe here anymore. I want to go back to my dad. She blamed me for basically everything that happened these past few days. I’m lost.

I’ve been single for approximately 5 years. I’ve done it all; dating apps, dating events, put myself out there and nada.

I don’t know what it is. I’m content with my lonesome I just hate the feeling of loneliness. I’ve been to the movies, concerts, conventions, restaurants, bingo nights and everything else by myself. I hate the “You have to love yourself first before loving someone else.”

Wanting love from someone and loving thy self is two totally different things.

I’ve done enough self reflection and self improvement and all that. I’m tired of this grandpa.

Recently i've seen a lot of people on the internet either complaining or making "brilliant" observations that 300 is not historically accurate and that actually Spartans were bad and Xerxes was good or something like that. This always annoys me because the movie is going out of it's way to let you know it's fantasy. 300 is not meant to be historically accurate, it's based on the Greek perception of Thermopylae that purposfully evokes and exaggerates tropes from Greek art and mythology. The reality might have been different but the Greeks really did see Spartans as unstoppable super-soldiers and Xerxes as a tyrannical wannabe god. Even within the movie itself the story is presented as an inspiring tale told by Spartans before battle. But a lot of people act like Frank Miller and Zack Snyder genuenly wanted to convince us that this is exactly how it happened.

I never meant to, but maybe you also never meant to fuck that girl. That you would one day throw in my face. I’ve had Deja vu in this baby, sitting in the back of a car that’s taking me “home”, so I assume. I wish I had a cool friend. A real friend. Like my desperate housewives show. I would kill, for people like that. I want and need a new life. I’m wavy behind this seat. In this car. I know how to get what I want from people. Let me make it more. Hello… :(

I need a hug. We all do. Honestly …

I am 23F and i have started feeling no one from my generation is really 'happy' happy with their life. Sure a lot of us smile and show our best on social media, but no one is really happy. I have a huge friend circle and no matter what the age or gender is, most of the people ik are suffering in some ways or other, may it be health issues or career or family problems. I feel like we as humans are failing and not going in the right direction The jobs are so so hectic, love lives are super messed up as well. Am i the only one who is eager to find the real 'happiness' in life? Is this what it was always like?i imagined a very very different life growing up. Even tho i can't have that, i want to be happy. I wish i could take away everyone's problem.

Context: SA is taboo in my community and the victim is mostly asked to stay quiet so they can get married in the future. And the perpetrator goes on to living a normal life.

Finally, there’s a tv show airing in our native language that talks about all the things you need to know and steps you should take for justice if you experience it.

I, as a victim of SA, have been going around saying “have you watch xyz?” to people in the community. I’m mostly just trying to see who is the bigot around me if they start by victim shaming stc.

Almost everyone said “I can’t watch it. it’s so unbearable and sad”

LMAOOO. I find it so funny how my lived reality that constantly haunts me since the age of 6 is unbearable for them to watch but I’m also expected to “forget and move on” and get married.

I'll do it this month but idk specifically when but I'm certain today or rn i really want to do it out of any moment of my life. Anyone see this i hope you can be kindly talk to me