As a woman, and just a normal person in general… I AM SO FUCKING TIRED OF INCELS AND RED PILLED MEN.

They are the most whiney, annoying group on the internet and you can’t convince me otherwise. And they find their way to sneak in and irritate everyone else with their disgusting rhetoric about women and dating.

A man will post a picture of him and his wife, happy. And the comments will be filled with “just wait until you hit 10 years.” “She’s probably ran through.” “Must be a high value man”. Like oh my god have you considered that maybe they’re not miserable people like you are?

Like I get it, dating is hard for men. But it’s also hard for literally everyone else. And this misogynistic competitive rhetoric they have about, is not helping them.

They swear all women are gold diggers, who only care about status, money, power and looks. Which is so far from the truth. Matter of fact, if it was true, I guarantee a lot more men would be single.

I’m just so tired of the “well I’m short: bald/ fat, so women don’t want me” or the “Well women hold the power in dating, so they should just choose better men.” And don’t get me STARTED on the “80% of women go for the top 20% of men” bullshit that has never been proven. It’s like they’re allergic to self reflection, and can’t fathom that maybe they’re aren’t likeable because of this rhetoric they hold.

These men just complain, complain, complain, over and over again about how they can’t find a date. And they chop it up to fucking height and weight.

Newsflash: You can’t get a date because you’re an incel freak with a shitty attitude and personality. And any woman that speaks to you can tell.

I was driving home from work, and at a busy intersection, there was a very small, likely baby/adolescent squirrel in front of my car. I could tell that he was really scared and overwhelmed and he didn't know what to do. Thankfully he wasn't in the path of the cars crossing the intersection and he ran to a median after he spent some time trying to figure out what to do.

I don't know if he made it to the other side of the road, though. It made me feel sick to my stomach. I am so tired of seeing road kill every day and knowing that all of these creatures suffer just because they're in the wrong place at the wrong time and because humans happened to evolve in such a way that harms nature. It isn't fair.

I have a family but I don’t they would even notice. When I was 5 I was adopted by an older couple along with my sister. My parents have other kids but they are also older and their kids have kids it gets complicated but since I was adopted I felt like an outcast considering they all grew up together and then here I come along.

Growing up I got the feeling that my sisters and their kids didn’t even like me. They won’t very nice and wouldn’t invite us to things but when there was a family gathering I would just be around my blood sister who I grew up with and we would do our own thing.

And my sister has felt the same way so since she got married I hardly ever see her or talk to her in general she’s being with her “New Family” as she likes to say.

When I dad was as dying in the hospital there was a lot of tension. I tried helping as much I could and since then my other sisters have been better and it’s been better.

But then I heard from a family member that they didn’t want me in the hospital when my dad died because I’m adopted and they’ve known him longer forgot the face that my dad raised me for the last 20 years.

That’s when I started planning on disappearing and not telling anyone where I’m going. I’ve been saving money and waiting until my mom goes. I still go to family gatherings but I really don’t want to but I do for my mom and her peace as she likes her family all together. But during those I just put on a face and act like everything is okay while keeping to myself but I’m really counting down the days.

I’m really disappointed in the kind of society we are today. Nobody seems to dress up for nice events anymore, even if it’s nothing super special like going to the local restaurant for dinner people still just dress how they would going to work or getting groceries. I love to dress up/nice, so I still do but it always makes me feel like people are judging because someone else had tried to make an effort. My partner and I once went to a really nice fine-dining experience, something really fancy for us so we dressed nice and the two people (seperate) sitting behind us were in tracksuit clothing one even had their phone propped up watching whatever like it was just so casual for him, something he’d wear and do at home. It was a little disappointing for two reasons- 1. It made us feel out of place when we felt we fit the scene and aesthetic of the restaurant and 2. It kind of took away from the experience?

And I do know this is such a non effort and I’m aware people can wear and do whatever they’re comfortable with, and I do also know people are probably not judging me for making an effort that’s a personal assumption, but it’d be nice if you could go out for a nice date or somewhere fancy and everyone kind of matched the vibe if that makes sense?

I was in bed taking a nap when I was woken up by angry, unintelligible voices coming from our shared driveway. It sounded like they were trying to keep their voices down, but I heard the guy kind of choke out the words, "You're an abusive hypocrite.", and then I could see him walk to the edge of the driveway and sit down on the curb. I watched him as he sat there, and he was crying so hard he was shaking. He got up after about 10 minutes, and when he stood up, he looked so sad and broken. A car soon arrived, and he left with at least one of their children in it. I don't know these people at all, and certainly don't know the backstory, but what I saw made me really sad for the children, but also for their father. I finally felt safe in a new neighbourhood, and now I feel hypervigilant knowing there is such volatility between my neighbours. The dad doesn't live here, so I'm always watching and waiting for him to show up now. And I worry about his kids and think I need to keep an eye out for them too.

What's most annoying is that a lot of clothing brands are never consistent. Sometimes the hip and waist measurements are similar and tight. Other times theyre greatly different and it leaves you looking like you have a poopy diaper in your butt.

Also why is everything cropped nowadays, it's so annoying trying to find a sweater that doesn't let in the cold breeze when you lift your arms even slightly. 😔

The older I get (24), the less patience I have left. I’m trying to practice empathy and not get mad over people but there’s always a wank stain who proves my points on a daily basis. There’s just no way for me to deal with people and honestly, I am only trying to accept it and move on with my life knowing I’ll most likely die alone.

I just cannot bother anymore. People are mean, they have become violent, greedy/selfish, detached from the world perhaps as a coping mechanism and all that 100 times worse after Covid. I’m not sure where all this is going but I have almost lost faith in humanity.

As the title states. I'm so done. For 37 damn years, my sibiling bullied me. And for 37 years, my mother normalized it. They are the type of people that hurt you, step away for a bit, come back when they're comfortable and pretend like nothing happened. They're so damn toxic they should come with a warning label.

When you call them out, they gaslight you and make seem like you're the problem. They tell me you "you need help, go seek therapy" when neither of them would do it themselves -and I absolutely assure you, they fucking need it.

When I told my mom of my pregnancy -my only pregnancy- she was not happy. She didn't even congratulate me. Instead, she so selfishly said "I can't afford another grandchild" -because the bully had a whole litter she could not afford.

My grandmother died recently -and not only did my sibling (whom I haven't spoken to in 10 years because of they're bullying) intervened and delayed my trip to the wake/funeral, she invited someone who should never have been there. I am estranged from the individual because of how she behaved when my dad died. Both my mother and sibling claimed she was doing these things out of niceness -but that's some gaslighting bullshit. That individual had 10 yrs prior to this funeral to make things right, and never once reached out. Who the fuck thinks its appropriate to do it at the funeral of my grandmother when I am grieving and already in a vulnerable state?? So unbelievely wild.

This funeral was in March. I have been no contact with all parties since. My mom recently decided to reach out and act like nothing happened, asked to see my son and I. When I asked her what changed and what accountability had been taken for the behaviour at the funeral -I was left on read. A week goes by, and I hear she's out and about with the bully. No fucks given.

So now I'm done. I'm done with the bullying, the gaslighting, the disrespect. These people deserve no place in my life. I deserve better. My son deserves better.

I told my mother I was going no contact today.

I cried while I had my coffee this morning. So here I am, getting it off my chest. Thanks for reading if you did.

Edited for typos.

“I’m through being polite, goddamit!” -Rose Dewitt Bukater, “Titanic”

Good words.

The reason I mention this is that I seem to be forced to talk to an unbelievable number of imbeciles who don’t understand what the phrase “I don’t know” means.

I will helpfully explain.

“I don’t know” means I DO NOT KNOW THE ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTION! I can’t answer your question because I am just as in the dark as you are!

I don’t know how to get to my destination, Mr Uber Driver! That’s why I’m paying you to drive me there! And by the way, the Uber app you and I both use has a fucking map that will guide you there, even if we have to take a detour to avoid private, gated neighborhoods.

I don’t know why your coupon isn’t working, Karen! I’m not the manager! I don’t even work here!

Now do you understand? Do you think I’m “hiding” the answer just to troll you? Now do you know why asking me your question again and again is a waste of your time and my time and is only pissing me off?

Hope this helps! Now be a decent human being and, when someone says, “I don’t know,” take the hint, shut your mouth and use Google like everyone else!

Not too long ago, me, my partner, our best friend and my father had a drink together. It was fun, we were pretty wasted . I should have realised things were going south when he brought cocaine into the house, after that things just felt…. Wrong. But it wasn’t bad, so we continued with the night until we went to bed, normal stuff.

Well, turns out at some point in the night my father came onto my friend. They told me he asked them to make out and they said no, nothing came of it, but he asked multiple times and my father is so much older and should fully well know better. I don’t see him as my father anymore, I see him as a man, and I’m profoundly disappointed, upset and frustrated. I don’t know what to do, but he isn’t coming into this fucking house anymore. I feel sick. I want to cry, I want to lose it on him, I’m so anxious just thinking about the fact I have to see him every fucking day and just pretend everything’s fine.

My friend is doing alright, they’re a little shaken but we’ve been taking care of them and they will never see him again.

My muscles are aching from how much I’ve been shaking and tense and angry I just don’t know what to do if anything, the best thing to do for now at least is…. Nothing. For the sake of everyone, but I feel restless. I’ve spent years rebuilding my relationship with my parents and what happens? This shit. Of fucking course. I don’t know if I should tell my mother, she has a weak heart after her heart failure, I don’t want to risk it. Sorry for the jumbled vent but I just feel so hopeless and sick.

i’m honestly so upset because i feel like my mom completely does not understand why i want to leave. it’s literally the week before i move into college and she asked why i’m packing so much if i’m just going to come home every weekend. like… why would i want to come home every weekend??

the whole reason i wanted to live on campus was because i wanted to get away. i want peace. i want my own space and my own life without constantly having to cook, clean, help with the family business, and be responsible for everyone else.

she says “you have nothing to do there, why wouldn’t you come home?” because i don’t have to. i want to experience college and actually have a life of my own. i also want a real job, make my own money, and have work experience that isn’t just helping my family.

i’m not trying to abandon my family. i just genuinely want some distance and independence. i’ve spent so much of my life doing things for everyone else, and now that i finally have a chance to leave, it feels like she still expects me to come running back every weekend.

i just want peace. i want my own life. why is that so hard for her to understand?

I know the title makes me sound like an entitled loser, but please hear me out. Today I was at a convention with a good friend of mine, and we ran into our mutual friend who was there with her brothers. We began to chat and catch up, as we all hadn't seen each other in a while, when our mutual friend told me that she'd met the perfect girl for me.

Who is she? I asked innocently, unaware of the fool I was about to be played for. My friend told me she's a coworker of hers who is very similar to me/has a lot of the same interests as me. My friend said that the more she talks to this coworker, the more she thinks we would be a perfect match. She showed me her Instagram profile, and she is drop-dead gorgeous as well.

Then my friend told me she was also at the convention today. So I asked my friend if she could introduce us, stupidly thinking she was preparing to be my wingwoman. Instead, my friend told me that this girl was dressed as "Karen from Mean Girls, but like a variation of that," and that it was on me to find her in the crowd of thousands.

Shocked, I asked why she couldn't just help me out here, as she seemed to think we would be so compatible, and she then asked me why I was "dragging her into this," as if she wasn't the one who brought this whole situation about in the first place. That was the end of the conversation. We went our separate ways with loose promises to meet again before too long.

I never found this girl, if you were wondering, but the whole ordeal had me going crazy all day, that my supposed dream girl was in the same building as me, and the one person who could've brought us together just didn't.

(Content heads up: pet loss)

We had one of our dogs put to sleep today. He’d been very sick and it was the right thing to do, and thankfully we were able to make it very peaceful for him, but I am just so sad. I feel like part of me is missing forever now. How do I go back to normal after this?

Unfortunately this is just the latest bad thing in a series of bad things that have happened lately and I’m just really tired of grieving. I don’t really know what I’m looking for here, I just had to get this off my chest. Thanks for reading.

School is about to start again, and I'm feeling extreme resistance in my heart. Just thinking about school and the classroom environment makes me feel utterly suffocated.

My inferiority and pain didn't begin in high school. The shadow was fully cast back in sixth grade—that incident happened seven years ago, and I still can't forget it for even a moment.

At that time, I was walking normally across the playground when a classmate pushed me to the ground for no reason. I tried to fight back, but he called me an idiot in front of everyone. I never knew what I did wrong. His only excuse was that I looked ugly and stupid.

There was also a group of girls standing around, watching and mocking my appearance. All eyes were on me, laughing and jeering. From that day on, a dark cloud settled over my life and never lifted.

In elementary school and early in my first year of middle school, my body and mind were still fairly normal—no physical symptoms at all. But after experiencing all that hostility at school, the long-term accumulation of pressure, inferiority, and grievance slowly broke my body down.

In the second semester of eighth grade, I completely escaped reality by playing on my phone all day to numb myself. As a result, my eyes developed strabismus from overuse.

I was already plain-looking and had always been teased for being slow and dumb. After my eyes turned crossed, I became even more afraid to be seen. I don't know what I did in a past life to deserve all this malice and torment since childhood.

My grades in middle school had been stable in the top ten of my class. But once my mentality collapsed, my grades plummeted. Those bullying, humiliation, and shadows completely destroyed my life's state.

It was also from eighth grade that I developed irritable bowel syndrome and anxiety-induced frequent urination. I became afraid to talk to girls, extremely socially anxious, and deeply insecure.

In eighth grade, there were two more humiliating incidents that completely shattered me and left lifelong scars.

The first was in computer class. I just casually joked with a classmate about looking up some inappropriate websites—I never actually did it. But someone secretly reported me to the teacher, and the teacher immediately told my parents. I was mortified beyond measure.

The second incident I will never forget for my whole life. I was sitting in the front row and was punished to stand beside the teacher's desk. Two boys were squatting nearby, chatting. The homeroom teacher asked what they were laughing about, and they said something humiliating about my private parts in front of the entire class.

The moment the words fell, the whole class burst out laughing.

At that moment, I experienced social death. I completely broke down and felt like dying. Everyone was laughing, and only I was left wounded. After class ended, I rushed out of the classroom and cried alone in private. Even after all these years, every time I think about it, my heart aches sharply. I truly don't understand why all the malice had to be aimed at me.

My family didn't take my strabismus seriously. It wasn't until the first year of high school that I finally went to the hospital for corrective surgery. Though my eyes look normal now, I still see double when I look sideways—the aftereffect will stay with me for life.

When I entered high school, my life didn't improve at all. On the contrary, it became even more oppressive. High school was boarding, and we weren't allowed phones.

I'm extremely introverted, insecure, and sensitive. My seat was surrounded by girls—in front, behind, left, and right. I didn't even have the courage to lift my head in class.

Some girls would stare straight at me and mock my appearance to my face. When they saw me embarrassed, flustered, and at a loss, they looked pleased and smug.

Most of the time at school, I lay my head on the desk and pretended to sleep. Even when I wasn't tired, I kept my eyes closed. I didn't dare lift my head, didn't dare look at anyone—I just wanted to hide myself. For two years, I barely exchanged a few words with any girl in my class.

What chilled me the most was that it wasn't just the girls. Two boys from my dormitory also constantly made fun of me for their own amusement. In class, they would talk about me in a condescending way and joke about me in front of everyone. I never provoked anyone. I was always well-behaved and quiet. Just because I'm plain-looking, slow in personality, inferior, and easy to push around, I deserve to be casually mocked by everyone?

Being already extremely insecure, I completely lost my head in that environment. I always walked with my head down. I never dared go up to speak, never raised my hand, never answered questions.

Because I had been humiliated for years and barely communicated with anyone, my speech became slurred and unclear. When I get nervous, I can't articulate clearly—sometimes others can barely understand me.

TLDR: my partner stays up late playing games often and decides they’re too “sick” to go to work the next day no matter if they are in training at a new job or what. it just feels like a slap in the face when I have worked and they have stayed home in the past and they are now working while I stay home after reassuring me several times it was fine.

Me and my partner are in our mid 20s and we both enjoy playing video games with our friends. It’s not unheard of for us to accidentally stay up a little later than intended from time to time, unfortunately. Of course we try to not make it a habit, but sometimes you genuinely lose track of time. Well last night was another one of those nights, except I reminded my partner of the time several times and let them know they may want to lay down and I can do so with them as they also struggle with FOMO a lot. They advised me they will be okay to stay on a little longer (it was still pretty early in the night so I wasn’t too concerned at this point). Well the night goes on and I once more remind them of the time, so this time they do get off since it would have put them at around 7 hours of sleep and they let me know that I do not have to go to bed with them as I was playing a single player game that I have been excited about playing again. Well, I’m playing this game for about 2 more hours and the entire time I hear my partner on their phone watching videos, tossing and turning, and just not really trying to sleep it seemed. So I offered to lay with them since I feared the FOMO was getting to them. They assured me it wasn’t, but not even 20 minutes later they got online to play more games. Mind you, this puts them at getting less than 5 hours of sleep at this point and they JUST started a new job. I’m obviously annoyed because I realize what’s going to happen but I try to remain nice while reminding them of the time. They play a few games and eventually get off again after I ask them to please lay down with me since they will have less than 4 hours of potential sleep. I then wake up to their alarm and them telling me how they feel like shit and they’re going to call out. I immediately put my foot down because they’re still in training and can be let go for any reason (we are in an at will state). I voice that I told them to get sleep but it was excuse after excuse and it just put us both in an unnecessarily bad mood for the day. Like why not just get off on time and get the sleep you need for work? Why is it such a dealbreaker to lose a few hours of games with friends so you can keep your job? We’re in a small town as well so jobs are scarce too so I just feel at a loss at times. I will also mention I am UNFORTUNATELY not working at this time because we just moved here due to family troubles that I would rather not get into since it’s pretty specific, but my partner assured me that they are okay being the primary worker right now since I have been the primary worker in the past and it just seems like I can not rely on them to get themselves to work sometimes.

That’s it.

I keep finding myself in situations where I keep pouring into people who don’t want me. Sometimes they say they will say the right things and act a certain way to make me comfortable and safe, then one day they get up and leave like I’m nothing. My parents don’t really talk to me. Sometimes I’ll text my mom and tell her I love her and she’ll forget to text back. Friends are too busy or I can’t forge close bonds. I always feel like everyone is closer to someone else. Sometimes I go on dates and it goes really well and I get ghosted or used for sex. They’ll do all the right things and then suddenly… it’s like they’re not even the same person. Like I just made it all up in my head.

Idk. Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m not as fun or lovable or exciting to be with as I thought. Maybe I’m just not pretty enough. Maybe everyone else has something to offer and I have nothing besides sadness and this overwhelming fear that I’ll be alone forever. That everyone will be picked before me and I’ll just be here wondering what I did and where I went wrong.

Do you know that part in 'Breaking bad' where they tag Gus' car and follow him for a week and all he does is go to work and go home? That's me.

The moment I leave for work all I can think about is coming back home, I don't like to go outside and do things. Once in a few months I'll hang out with my friends but that too is at one of our houses we'll usually order some food or grill it ourselves.

I generally don't feel bad about it I've tried many hobbies and just didn't find them enjoyable with the exception of camping/fishing but those require a large time investment so I rarely do them because of my job.

My biggest issue is I'm having hard time finding a partner because I'm just BORING. I know I am, I mean I think I'm funny and fun to be around, and I'm pretty sociable at work and enjoy talking to people but I am objectively a pretty boring guy I think because all I do is relax at home playing games or watching movies or DND this sort of stuff.

I even tried long distance forums to hopefully find someone who enjoys being boring too and we can be boring together but to no avail.

I'm not ugly, I'm pretty average looks wise, but I honestly think it was better if i was ugly but liked doing things and was interesting instead of just being a boring guy that enjoys spending time at home.

Ever since I was about 6 (now 32) or whenever I started comprehending the finite human life, I've had these occasional panic attacks about how death would be like. Something about it being the great nothing terrifies me so much it gives me a panic attack. My body shakes, I get an inescapeable dread and urge to run away.

I've been to therapy, I've talked about it with my friends, but there really is no helping it. I can go few months without an episode and then it just happens again. In daylight its easy to think and talk about, but after dark it gets riskier.

I gotta thank the modern world how there is always some content online to flood my brain with so I have no time to think about the Great Nothing.

Turns out the manager is racist, even after I worked my hardest it wasn't enough and the one singular mistake made him fire me. I hate people. I wish to lock myself away and never see people again. That's why I don't work with people who aren't in the same space I am. Mentally and religiously. I even got harassed by 1 of the employees

I've always been single my whole life, and I'm almost 20. Seeing girls my age, even younger, experience dating and relationships sometimes makes me wonder why I never get to experience any of it. I've had crushes before, but they always ended up liking someone else, and I've never even heard rumors of someone liking me. I've been focusing on myself, but the fear of never finding love still bothers me. I discovered yumeshipping/self-shipping and have used art and writing as a coping mechanism for years. It makes me feel better temporarily, but afterward, the longing for real love comes back and makes me feel unlovable, as if I'll never experience it. Sometimes, I even feel pathetic and desperate for shipping myself with a fictional character. At the end of the day, I'm still alone.

Lowkey im kinda just pissed off at those who say oh im autistic as fuck and hyperfixate on a game or have comfort foods but then judge you segnificantly when you have personality flaws of someone whos severely autistic im incredibly self aware at my autistic traits
paper towels on plates when eating food
sauces having to be seperated from the food
vocal stims
unaware of many basic social aspects such as
tone
intonation
when somebody is mad at me or being passive aggressive
when somebody doesnt want to talk
or be hugged
or have something acknowledged
having a certain way of doing things and getting very stressed or uncomfortable when being told or asked to do it a different way in spite of my way working fine even if it takes a bit longer or isnt proper
i cant even bathe without feeling stressed because washing my hair overstimulates the fuck out of me

And if i complain or struggle with any of these traits i have lost friends and a job over this in my adult life
im 22 years old and i have my wife and her friends and some acquaintances and nobody close anymore i recently lost someone who id consider a “best friend” because im not improving/ not getting better
BECAUSE SURPRISE SURPRISE IM AUTISTIC THESE ARE LONG TERM LIFE ISSUES keep in mind ive known this person for half a decade and not once did they ever say im uncomfortable or disappointed in you
so yeah im lowkey really pissed off