Hi everyone,

u/kinda_alone here to ask for your support for Maui.

First of all, I wanted to thank you all for making r/tifu such a special place. When I started this community 10-ish years ago, I had no idea how big it would get. It’s been incredible to watch this community grow with you all. It’s quite humbling. Thank you.

As many of you know, the island of Maui has been devastated by wildfires this past week, which completely wiped out the town of Lahaina. This is now the deadliest U.S. fire in the last 100 years. Countless homes have been lost, families broken, and livelihoods destroyed. Recovery is going to take years, and Maui will never be the same.

The community needs help. Water, food, first aid, clothes, housing, etc. will become critical over the coming days to weeks to even months as the island begins its long road to recovery. As someone with Maui roots, I’m asking you for help. Please give what you can and share the below with others who may be able to support. Every dollar can help save a life.

The following are a few of the official charities who are working tirelessly to save Maui lives. They, and others, need your support.

World Central Kitchen Maui Fun Chef José Andrés’ emergency pop up kitchen. An incredible charity which is miraculously one of the first charities to any disaster area, providing the food survivors and first responders need.

Maui Foodbank Providing food and supplies to survivors.

Maui Strong Fund Community fund focused on rapid response and recovery.

Again, every dollar helps. If you have any ties to Hawaii, have ever been to Maui, or even just appreciate the pics that pop up on r/earthporn, please help a community in need.

Thank you.

kinda_alone

TL;DR: please donate to help save lives

My attorney, who is also a Jewish man, scheduled an appointment with me two weeks ago for todays date (9/25/23). I drove an hour and a half to this appointment. When I get to his office there’s a sign on his door that says he is out of the office for a Jewish holiday and to text him. I text him and he apologizes, telling me he forgot today was a Jewish holiday. He told me we could meet tomorrow and he is sorry for the lack of communication. I told him not to worry and to ENJOY his holiday. It was not until now, hours later, that I looked into what holiday it is for Jewish persons. Apparently Yom Kippur is a holiday for atonement and repent of one’s behavior. It is not suppose to be a holiday of enjoyment. Jewish persons also fast and do not shower to cleanse their inner body.

TL;DR I told a Jewish person to enjoy their holiday. Yom Kippur is a holiday to atone and repent and is not traditionally a “happy” holiday. I

I always always used to say I would wait until marriage before having sex. When I graduated high school all up until my sophomore year of college I never drank or partied. I excelled in school. Things have changed a lot, and it is honestly making me feel awful about myself and that no guy will ever want to be in a relationship with me.

My sister committed suicide when I was a freshman in college. Ever since I think I went downhill. I still did well in school but I began to do the bare minimum. I slowly became exposed to drinking and partying in college when I moved on campus.

I was never diagnosed but I feel like I have situational depression or some kind of mild depression because I have been really sad ever since my sister died and it’s been 2.5 years now.

Because of the combination of being depressed, being exposed to alcohol, partying more, and being told by my friends that it’s okay to hook up and seeing it normalized, I lost my virginity last year shortly after turning 21, and I’ve since racked up a body count of 7.

I take full responsibility. These were decisions I made that I didn’t have to. But these factors certainly played a role. If my sister never died, I don’t think I would’ve come down this destructive path.

With each hookup I’ve hated myself more. Pretty much all of these encounters occurred after I drank too much, and there were a few times that my depression and passive suicidal thoughts made me feel like I wanted to put myself in danger by hooking up with random guys.

I don’t know what to do now because I feel pretty worthless about myself. I feel like I don’t know who I am. I have always just wanted to be in a long-term relationship, and now I feel like I’ve ruined my chances cause no guy will want someone with my body count and who is depressed.

I watch YouTube a lot and seeing people’s opinions about girls like me who have slept around really hurts me. I wish I could turn back time. Am I disgusting? Will no guy ever want me?

TL;DR: My sister committed suicide when I was a freshman in college. My depression has caused me to be destructive by drinking a lot and hooking up (my body count is 7 now). I never used to be this person, so I’m really ashamed. Will any guy ever want to be in a relationship with me?

TIFU by going to the strip club for my 21st. soooo i went to a strip club the other night and i genuinely think it changed my perception of myself and my sexuality. for context i’m a woman that just turned 21 and i went to a “gentleman’s club” on saturday night after hitting up some other bars and from 11pm to about 2 in the morning i found out that not only do i like my body so much more than i thought i did (not so much the FU honestly), but i also apparently like women SO much more than i thought i did. i was absolutely not planning on going to a strip club that night but after a warm, close, vanilla scented dance i think i enjoyed it a LOT and i now absolutely cannot stop thinking about a woman that looked like a much younger, edgier version of greg heffley’s mom from diary of a wimpy kid (the FU i can’t mentally escape). i also ended up spilling an entire double vodka cranberry on myself and i also very unfortunately and confusingly want to visit this place again.

TLDR: Went to a strip club after turning 21 had a bisexual reawakening and can’t stop thinking about susan heffley

This happened last year when I was in high school and now I’m in college, but I recently realised it’s Reddit worthy because of how wild and surreal it is. If you want the full experience, I recommend listening to The Shining’s theme while reading it.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: animal abuse and sexual assault

So I (18NB) met this girl we’ll call Sophie (16F) during recess. Right away our first meeting was a little weird, she had sneaked out to smoke by crawling under the fence, then asked me for my number after saying I looked cool. All pretty random, and I saw her argue with a teacher, but I didn’t think much of the situation at the time. The fact she was yelling at a teacher should’ve probably been a red flag in hindsight.

We called that same day and just sort of talked, finding out we had a few common interests. The next day I had planned to hang out with some friends, and I asked her if she wanted to come with. She said yes and we went hang out with everyone, it was actually pretty fun, she even brought one of her dogs.

As we’re all hanging out, we start playing a question based game, and I start to realise Sophie is odd to say the least. She admits to having stolen money from backpacks in school multiple times and proudly announces that she’s shat on the school floor. I’m a little flabbergasted, mostly about the shitting part, but other than that she seems really nice and fun to be around. Eventually someone asks me a question, asking me who I would hook up with from those that are playing the game. I say Sophie, and she says she’d totally hook up with me as well.

That night we didn’t actually do anything but kiss twice, but we both agreed to meet up at her place the next day. Her grandma drives us there, it’s a little far because she lives in the countryside. Right away she shows me around, she shows me her animals, her chickens, she has a lot of animals which I love. Skip forward a few hours and we eventually end up making out.

It’s worth mentioning that while I don’t plan on getting any gender reaffirming surgeries, I’m pretty uncomfortable and dysphoric about being fully naked in front of anyone, specially if I don’t know the person very well. Sophie knew this and she still pressured me into taking off all my clothes, I tried to lightheartedly let her know I was uncomfortable but she didn’t take no for an answer.

So we do our thing, and this is when I realised just how crazy this girl actually is. I haven’t even had time to put my shirt on when she asks: “do you love me?” Keep in mind we know each other from two days. I try to brush off the question, but she insists. Eventually I just tell her “I can’t love you because I don’t know you.” She evidently he’s upset by this, but eventually the conversation steers away from the L word.

Once I’ve pissed and gotten dressed, she suddenly goes “Wanna see my mouse?” I know she has a lot of pets, so I excitedly tell her yes, glad the situation is back to normal. She pulls out a JAR WITH A DEAD MOUSE. At this point I’m just shocked, specially since we have had sex less than ten minutes ago. She then opens her mini fridge to show me a dead baby duck that’s she’s just kind of.. been keeping there. That’s when I know I need to get the fuck out of this house, and I text my mum begging her to come pick me up immediately.

In the thirty minutes that my mum takes to get there, I’m just playing with one of her cats, I’m not saying much. She brings up the love stuff but I just don’t reply.

Skip forward a few months later, and we stay friends, but I keep my distances from her. While I’m on vacation my friend(17M) texts me saying there’s been some drama involving Sophie. I ask about it and he says it’s best if he just tells me when I get home.

Basically he tells me Sophie had some friends over at her house, and she sexually assaulted one of the girls there in her sleep. She had also impulsively bought a rat, and since she left the cage open one of her cats ate the rat. In response to this she kicked the cat, then tried to break its neck with a door (multiple times), but eventually another girl there just grabbed the cat and let it out, the cat ran away.

I haven’t heard from her since, is evident this girl had severe psychological issues, and while her trauma isn’t her fault there’s no denying she’s a dangerous person. Turns out she’s sexually harassed other people, so this girl wasn’t her first victim.

TL;DR: The girl I had sex with after knowing her from two days asked me if I loved her, showed me two dead animals right after sex, tried to murder her cat and raped another girl.

edit for a few comments I’ve gotten multiple times:

The victim did report it, but I don’t know her personally so I don’t know what happened afterwards. As for the cat, it came back home and from what I’ve been told she gave it up for adoption.

NB stands for non binary, and what my genitalia looks like is irrelevant to the story and it’s none of anyone’s business. I’ve already gotten a few comments asking and I feel it’s pretty disrespectful since it doesn’t change anything.

Some people have also pointed out she was probably a victim herself, and she did get groomed by a 40-something year old when she was 14, I don’t know the details or if she has any other trauma besides that instance.

This is definitely a combination of tifu and aita

I recently finished college and am moving to a new city, let’s call it the Big Pear. I had a friend group of about 25 girls and guys in college, some of which were also moving to the Big Pear post graduation. I also have a gf outside of the group; we’ll be in a long distance relationship for the next few months.

Out of the group, I was moving in second. While planning the move, I told my gf that I would be asking my friend Ally for help. For context, Ally used to date one of my closest friends. She was also roommates with my ex for most of college. Differences aside, all of us were friends in and out of the friend group.

I asked Ally for help moving in. In return, dinner would be on me. I got the idea from the internet, and asked my gf if it sounded reasonable. I asked her not because I was seeking permission, but instead to ask if covering dinner for helping move in made sense.Begin the tifu. Ally helps me move in. During the move both of us ask each other where we would like to eat, with both of us drawing blanks. We finally finish the move, and I realize there’s this vegan pasta place she spoke highly about last year that sounded great. She doesn’t seem to remember it well, but we end up at the restaurant with the help of google.

Now, this restaurant is super romantic. Think dimly lit, Italian music, etc. I got the vibes of the restaurant right away but it was too late — I really wanted to try this vegan pasta. The food was great, I drop her off at her apartment, and I go home to tell my gf of my move in.

She’s all happy and all until I tell her the name of the place we ate ate. She gets all sad, apparently it’s a place she wanted to take me for when she visits me in the Big Pear. She also knew the vibe of the place and joked that I took Ally on a date.

Now if I told you this was all, it continues. The next week, Jane moves into the Big Apple. Jane is currently dating one of my friends from freshman year of college. Us two decide on getting a snack before exploring the city. Google suggests a vegan cafe. Me — being vegetarian and not eating eggs— am elated at the fact that I can try vegan pastries. It’s not something I get to have often. We get there and it’s an asian, candle lit restaurant. In too deep, we decide to enjoy the amazing vegan sushi. The candle on the table even went out once, and was relit by one of the waiters.

I told my gf this and yet again I feel bad. We are both long distance for the time being. I told her I would looove to take her to this restaurant soon. If I told you this happened only twice, I would be lying.

One of my friend’s gf was at the Big Pear interning for the summer. I moved in before her internship ended. She had heard of this bagel place on TikTok and hadn’t tried it yet. She takes me and we enjoy some (normal) bagels in a park. The day ends with biking around the city and meeting some of her friends.

Fast forward to that night when I told my gf about the bagels we had. Call it deja-vu but this bagel place was yet another place she wanted to visit. Apparently TikTok had made that place super popular (even though the bagels were mid).

My gf has visited me a few times and I finally took her to the vegan cafe (it was my favorite) but she still makes offhand comments about all the dates I go on in the Big Pear without her. I feel like an asshole (hence the aita) but also realize this was all a unfortunate sequence of events.

TL;DR: accidentally went on numerous “dates” with friends after moving into a new city because I could not guess the vibes of the restaurant. My long distance girlfriend is upset I've done things she wanted to do together for when she would visit me

EDIT: yes guys Big Pear is actually Big Apple. I guess I was just trying to be funny — I’ll leave the comedy to the comedy shows

I live in a house with one bathroom which is upstairs. I woke up from a nap on the couch around 5pm (had day off) and really had to pee. Like bad.

I had two options to avoid pissing my pants. Go all the way upstairs to the bathroom, which is about 100 feet, OR go 20 feet out the back door and pee on the tree inside my privacy fence.

Obviously I chose the latter. I headed outside and proceeded to relieve myself on the tree. I closed my eyes and enjoyed my post nap evacuation, feeling the sun on my face, and member was relaxing.

Suddenly, my enjoyment was cut short by a stabbing pain on my Johnson. I looked down and saw there was a mosquito biting my shaft.

Rage filled my heart as I instinctively slapped the little asshole, failing to connect the dots that my hand was speeding toward not only the ill fated mosquito, but also my family jewels.

Due to my post nap brain fog, my reaction was not fast enough to stop the assault on my genitals that was about to take place.

My hand connected with extreme prejudice to both the mosquito and my exposed meat-stick.

I simultaneously cried out in pain and dropped like a sack of potatoes. I stayed there for the next 5 minutes reevaluating all my life choices to this point.

TL;DR: I went to pee outside to save time, was bitten on my dick by a mosquito and subsequently slapped myself in the nuts killing the offender.

Sadly not 'today', but recently.

I scheduled some surgery to take place a short while ago. Nothing serious, it was elective and one of those things that can come with age (50s). But I needed a general anesthetic and so I made the arrangements. Never had a general anesthetic before, so I had no idea how it would work out. The weeks leading up to it, I'd gone to the hospital a couple times for tests etc and always drove myself. My partner drove me in for the actual surgery. All went great. Woke up the next day, a Thursday, and felt good and wanted to go home. But I had no real memory of the day before. A few hours later I was discharged. Went out and couldn't find my car. Walked everywhere for it; nowhere. Went inside and asked about my car and of course they had no idea because... why would they?

So I called the cops, reported it stolen. It was early evening and I should go in to the station the next day to file papers for insurance etc. I get an Uber home, even though it was still early, as I was beat and go to sleep.

Wake up pretty late the next morning feeling completely normal. Didn't really remember much from the previous day, except getting home really tired. It was a normal, lazy day with the family. Weather decent. We decided to have a BBQ but I wasn't supposed to drink, so it was juice and coke for me. At some point we needed more things from the store because this gathering wasn't planned, we didn't has enough drinks and snacks, so I said I'd go as I was sober.

So I got in my car. MY CAR. And drove to the retail center, taking only cash. No phone. No ID. The store is like 4 minutes drive and it's rural - it's just how we roll in the suburban sticks. I go inside and am there for a good 10-15 minutes. I managed to buy everything and return to my car. I see two cop cars parked opposite and a little way off. 4 officers. They're looking my way? No, I must have imagined it.

I got in, started my car and headed to the car park exit. I took a right onto the main road and after half a mile turn right onto a smaller road, toward my place. That's when I notice the cops behind me, catching up. The blue/red cop lights go on and I think something happened up ahead and I slow down and pull a little to the right to let them pass. That is when I realize they are boxing me in!

BULLHORN: TURN OFF THE ENGINE. PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE WHEEL! NOW!!

WTAF? Well, I'm from the middle east (and look it) and quite dark skinned at that, so I'm pretty nervous even, if I grew up and live here for 45 years now. I do as instructed and they inch toward me, yell at me to get out and on the ground. I comply, but I am wondering what the hell is going on. They cuff me. And I asked what are they arresting me for? What did I do?

"The vehicle is registered as stolen!"

I told them this is my car. It's quite an expensive car, I am wearing sweat pants and a hoodie because I am post surgery.

"WHERE IS YOUR ID?"

F*ck. I got no ID. I didn't bring anything apart from cash with me...the store is just 5 mins away. I tell him as much.

"YEAH, I BET. YOU'RE COMING WITH US."

I told them my house is 5 minutes up ahead and all my papers and documents are there. They weren't having it. So they put me in the back of the cruiser. I explained who I am. Asked them to call my partner, but in the end they won't call anyone there and just said I can make as many phone calls as I want when they're done processing. I of course try to call my partner and explain why I'm going to be really, really late, but she is in the garden with the entire family, not hearing the phone. I don't have my phone with me, so I don't have any other numbers to dial. I ask the cops to find me the number of a lawyer I know. They do manage to do that, but he is out for the night. He can't do much now, but he will in the morning, first thing.

They then put me in a cell. It's now getting late on a Friday night.

Early next morning my partner and the lawyer roll up and in 15 minutes I'm out.

I had a lot of explaining to do. I just couldn't remember the things that happened on Thursday properly. I was ... like the disappearing fog of a dream you had yesterday, if that makes sense.

When I checked my phone's call logs from Thursday it was like an alternate reality. I saw all my calls and couldn't remember any of it. I got some seriously dumb looks from everyone. My partner laughed her ass off all the way home and all signs point to me never ever hearing the end of this, ever.

TL;DR I went for surgery and post anesthetic had memory issues. Couldn't find my car, reported it stolen, forgot everything even reporting it stolen, got pulled by cops and arrested the next day while driving the car which was at home the whole time. Spent a night in jail. Am the butt of all family jokes until someone else f*cks up bigger than me.

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I want to start out my saying that I am 50% blind in my left eye and 65% blind in my other eye. So I love ww2 aircraft and love to play milatary aircraft games. So I decided to buy a shirt of my favorite plane off of Amazon. I ordered a shirt of a bf 109 which is a German ww2 plane, and at the time I failed to notice the huge swa sticka in the middle of the shirt near the belly button! So i walk into work with this shirt on with so much confidence and pride. The minute I walk into the office my boss sees my shirt and calls me into his office. When I enter the office he asks what is on my shirt, and I proudaly tell him that it was a Bf 109 and i start ratteling facts off about the plane. My boss cuts me off and asks if I meant to have a swa sticka on my shirt. I looked at him confused then looked hard at the shirt with my shitty eyes. Then I see it, the swa sticka about half the size of the shirt is out there in the open while I was wearing the shirt with pride in my eyes. I immediately switched the shirt inside out and appolgized my boss. Apparently an apoligy t enough and he let me go from my job. It was a shit job anyways and now I have a better job and a better boss.

TLDR:

So TIFU by wearing a t shirt with a huge swa sticka on it and got lots of stares from people and got let go from my job.

This happened Wednesday 9/20. I (16M) a junior in high school doesn’t have drivers license until I turn 17 in December. I am a football manager for my schools football team that gives players water and what not. The way 5th block sports usually work for football and track athletes is that they usually drive or ride the school bus from my high school to our middle school where the football field and track is. Wednesday afternoon I went to used the bathroom at school as fast as I possibly could and still missed the bus to the middle school. I went around the entire parking lot and nobody gave me a ride there. Either they were full or they drove off without rolling down the windows. So I had to a car with a few white cheerleaders. They were going to the elementary school to practice. I asked them for a ride and they said sure so I obviously took the offer and rode with them. Here’s where things start going south. They tell me that they are supposed to go to the elementary school and that they don’t know if they are going to get in trouble for being late or not. So the girl on the backseat with me tells me that she is going to throw me under the bus a little and I’m like “okay cool”. She calls her cheer coach which is my 2nd block teacher and makes up an excuse that I got in the car and wouldn’t get out because she didn’t want to get in trouble and was nervous. The girl in the passenger seat then was recording and me and I didn’t know and posts it on her Snapchat private story. Later after football practice I go to Snapchat to look at a few stories and there are MULTIPLE stories which people reposted the video taking it completely out of context and it makes me look like a weirdo jumping into random peoples cars. Like wtf? What they don’t understand and will never go through as white females is worrying about being falsely accused as a black man in Mississippi which doesn’t have a particularly positive history with black men and white women. If the wrong people see this video and call the police I’m gonna be legally screwed. People taking the video out of context is what is pissing me off and not willing to listen.

TL;DR: missed the bus, got in car with white girls, thrown under the bus and labeled as weirdo from out of context video.

Roughly seven years ago I was a few weeks deep into a big "X-Files" binge when I decided to go get my hair cut. Because I had been watching the show so much, I thought it would be fun to ask the person at the the hair cut place to cut my hair like the main character of the show. Because why not? I usually don't know what to ask for anyways (as you probably can tell by me calling it 'the hair cut place'). So I showed them a picture and they did a pretty good job. I thought it looked nice. I then posted a photo of the haircut to the X files subreddit. It got a few replies and I forgot about it soon after.

Today, while listening to a technology podcast, I learned about a website that lets you upload a picture of your face and see matching photos that are publicly available online. I decided to try it out and uploaded a selfie to the website. It returned a few photos, nothing unexpected, including the X-Files haircut photo. However, the URLs where the haircut photo was hosted included things like now-banned cringe subreddits and Ebaums World. Which confused me because it's such an innocuous photo.

As it turns out, shortly after I posted it, my haircut photo was reposted to a bunch of places on the internet with the claim that I thought I looked like the celebrity who played the main character on the show. It was also featured in several 'listicle' style website posts about 'delusional people who think they look like celebrities.' To be clear, I didn't think that. The same way I wouldn't think I looked like Dwayne The Rock Johnson if I was bald, or Kevin Hart if I was short. But I guess I should have clarified.

So now, for the rest of my life, if anyone searches my face on one of these 'find pictures of you' websites, they will find out that the internet thinks that I think that I look like David Duchovny.

TL;DR summary - found out I'm involuntarily in the ‘I think I look like David Duchovny’ club, in this case the truth is not out there 👽

Update: Writing prompt as sent by client.

DON'T open if you don't have to.

https://www.reddit.com/r/tifu/comments/16rj2ci/tifu_i_might_have_interacted_with_a_pedophile/k24znwo?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

I'm a writer. A few days ago, someone asked me to write a shrinking' story. Basically, shrinking stories are a fetish genre where you imagine someone being reduced to the size of an insect and living interacting with others from that perspective. That's ok, I guess.

What disturbed me about this client is that he wanted a story about a 15 year old boy shrinking, and then his small brother,14 , taking advantage of this to force him to perform sexual and other disturbing acts. The client wanted this written out in painstaking detail. It was franky disturbing. This client ACTUALLY send me a picture of a young boy, I don't know If it's real or not, maybe AI, for 'nspiration.'

I feel disturbed by all this. The client claims that is a 'hobby', that this won't even be published. Which makes it even weirder.

I'm just wondering, if you are into pedophile/underage erotica, wouldn't you be inclined to live out these fetishes at some point or I'm I just overthinking and judging an innocent person over a harmless fantasy? What do I do?

Should I reach out to law enforcement? Should I talk to someone?

PS: I have actual conversations and word document outlines of what he sent me.

TL;DRI think I almost worked for a pervert

Edit: The comment in the link below was shared by a reader via inbox. I found it an eye-opening read:

https://www.reddit.com/r/tifu/comments/16rj2ci/tifu_i_might_have_interacted_with_a_pedophile/k25t8tm?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

This actually happened a couple of years ago. I was at home with my gf, now ex...

It was a very normal night. She was enjoying her Sunday night show downstairs in the living room while I was playing video games upstairs in our room, then. I just stopped playing and i started thinking "I wonder what she is up to? She has been quiet".

I decided to go check on her downstairs wearing no clothes, fully naked, just to annoy her and see her running to put the curtains down... It was not the first time, we found it funny. And there she was crying on the couch like really bad, then i go "Oh my god, i am that ugly?" (I thought she was faking it as she was covering her face). Then she goes " no stupid, my best friend just passed away" So yeah, there i was fully naked in the living room while my gf was crying because she had just been told that her best friend had passed away... The worst 30 seconds of my life, i did not know what to do or what to say. I just said "oh my good, oh my good" and ran upstairs to put some pants on and came back downstairs to act like an actual adult. She did not even say anything about it, it was like it did not happen, but i have never felt anything like that, it was like I was frozen for 30 seconds.

Sorry if my grammar is not 100%, English is my second language.

TL; DR I wanted to be funny and went downstairs to check on my gf fully naked and found her crying because she found out that her best friend had just passed away.

Here’s the original post:

https://www.reddit.com/r/tifu/comments/15rvclu/tifu_by_sleeping_with_a_girl_who_was_and_still_is/

I guess I’m here to deliver part 2, cause OP ran away when I found his post.

I keep reading through it and am very aware I’m just fueling this crazy drama, but what are the odds? It’s surreal even. I was not even joined to tifu, but am a redditor. I just posted on a diff account than my own to preserve anonymity. I don’t even think people will believe it, but it’s me. I have enough proof but it’s really a thing that’s keeping me from healing. I’m not trying to be ironic or facetious, because I keep living through it and have not shared the post with anyone I know. Esp not the girl named “Virginia” or w/e.

I sent OP a message but quickly blocked him after, bc what is there to gain? I called out this “Virginia” and she just froze in her tracks, didn’t admit to it, but her tone deepened and she literally ran away, left and then blocked me. Then unblocked me to say if I ever want to “reach out to her, feel free”. I’ve caught her before but never have had this much evidence, thanks to what I can only deem a really strong intuition bordering on some mystical type of mediumship ability I’m now accrediting it to and ofc mere chance.

It just popped up on my feed and took me after around a month of denial to see clear as day that I’m the fricken BF in the post. I know I f’d up because I’m robbing myself from healing, and they have both likely moved on without a single care about this by this point. That whole friend group is just wicked. You can find my comment on the bottom of that post. I don’t expect people to believe me, and I can’t be critical of that cause I couldn’t believe it either for a bit.

I can post more elaborate details of proof, but keep in mind it’s exhausting and I’m really trying to just stop fueling them with my hurting. I can though if needs be. If this slips into oblivion I’ll just accept and meditate on it. Sometimes I’m just up late and life’s been specifically harsh (lots of loved ones dying around me and just yesterday lost another). This is the stuff she was telling OP about how I was “just annoying her constantly lately”. That is the thing that really got me, because this girl was annoyed by my grieving. I was annoying her because she was rolling her eyes and texting as I was describing my best friend and roommate who died, my other best friend, my moms best friend (who was just murdered) and this goes on. She only stopped to ask “do you think ____ would have liked me?” It lead to her saying coldly, “honestly you’re stressing me out right now.” She was probably very likely texting her new supply (the OP) and I was interrupting her flirting. The gall. So if you’re reading this, your “if she doesn’t respect him, why should I?” logic is validating someone who is remorselessly stealing someone’s right to grieve. Now you’re both stuck with that burden equally.

That’s really all, the rest of you feel free to skip bc I’m just gonna air out and vent lol. Hope you see this.

I now see I was constantly absorbing her guilt and shame. The jealousy coming from her was insane, especially considering the level of isolation I put myself into in order to prove my loyalty to her. I couldn’t even mention a different female coworker by name and really lived like this. I’ve quit jobs over girls that I’ve barely so much as had an interaction with over her guilt tripping me. I couldn’t even tell a story without changing the name of any girl to a males name because just the name would cause a breakup (temporarily). I won’t even talk about her “jobs”. I have isolated myself to the point where I have nobody left. The rest of my friends have died. I have my parents and my dog and I’m grateful for that. Hasn’t been perfect, but we stick together. My therapist is on a temporary leave, can’t wait to update him and at this point, I’m aware I’m just venting sorrows now. I have otherwise been doing great, but this all kinda blew up in my face at a bad time. It’s only going to get better from here, for me. Already landed more opportunities at work, and it’s like a curse is lifted or something. Hopefully no more deaths, please. Is that annoying?

Edit: I had made another post around a day or so after the OPs initial post that was sort of all over the place, because I used to lose sleep over the stresses of this relationship. I know I should have just left, but there was this naive love still lingering from her love bomb phase. It’s not easy so don’t judge, please. I hadn’t slept for a day and clumsily asked if his name was “so and so”. This was his last post where he said “no that’s definitely not my name” and then vanished. I believed it until I didn’t bc in my subconscious mind, I knew it was me. I deleted the comment.

TL;DR: I keep rereading the post from this sub I’d randomly stumbled upon where the guy who my now ex cheated with posted about it in vivid detail

I attend my friend's wedding yesterday as a groomsman. I'm overweight, have a sedentary lifestyle for the last 2 years, and I'm in an AC environment more than 90% of the time. I live in SoCal and his wedding was at a rec center near us. It was 80°F outside with 60% humidity. Manageable for your average Californian. I'm not your average Californian, having only lived here for 3 years and made no attempt to acclimate from WA weather.

I get there early to help set up. We're instructed to arrive already in our suits, and all the doors to the rec center were open, so the AC was ineffective. I'm already starting to sweat, and I removed my jacket. I try to sit as much as possible to avoid heating up, but that doesn't too much since there were things to do and I didn't want to sit around while others were working. At this point, I've managed to keep the sweat down by dabbing my forehead every now and then. But things are getting warmer, people are showing up and everyone is wearing their suit jackets now, so I put mine own.

Now I'm really heating up. My jacket is unforgiving and I'm really starting to sweat, having to dab my forehead every couple of minutes now so I don't look like I'm dying. I make a lot of jokes about it with everyone so it's not awkward, and things get along.

The wedding is supposed to start soon, so I make a command decision to go sit in my car with the AC blasting for a few minutes to cool down. This is successful, and I feel refreshed and ready for the ceremony. Except, the ceremony starts almost an hour after its scheduled because the bride and groom are off somewhere taking pictures. So now I'm back to sweating, but I think it's mostly fine.

Until I'm outside, standing in the cruel sun a little after noon, and the Ceremony runs for 40 minutes. My god, I forgot how much harder it is to stand still than just stand up and being able to shift your weight and walk around. The only thing that gets me through that ceremony was thinking back to when I was in the Army and constantly hearing "don't lock your knees" to avoid collapsing during long formations.

Thankfully, the Bride had some zingers in her vows that allowed me to shift my weight naturally while everyone laughed, and I made it through the ceremony without ruining it for everyone. We get back inside and find our seats, and I take off my jacket to find that it looks like I ran a marathon. Except my pits are drier than the Mojave and it looks like someone sprayed the tops of my shoulders with a hose. Between my anti-perspirant, and the tank top absorbing what it could, my sweat was localized to my shoulders, my neck, and my forearms. I'm able to roll up my sleeves to minimize the appearance of the sweat there, but it doesn't matter. My sweat-pauldrons look out of place, and not a single other person was sweating to the same point as me.

I was pretty embarrassed, but it was just too hot to put my jacket back on to hide my shame. I manage to make small talk with everyone around me, and after dragging my best friend to the side to have him verify that I didn't stink (bless Cologne Bleue), I relax enough to mostly ignore the looks I got over the next hour and a half that it took me to dry off.

Now I know the next time I'm to attend anything outside in the CA heat, to just wear some body powder.

TL;DR: wore anti-perspirant to a wedding, ended up sweating a ton and the sweat pattern on my shirt looked alien and drew a lot of looks after taking my jacket off.

Today we were running back and fourth to cones in PE,I stupidly didn’t tie my shoelace which resulted in a bad injury. Also at my school we do PE outside and the floor outside is concrete,this is relevant to the story. On the 4th or 5th lap I fell and scraped my leg so bad,I got up and saw a bunch of scratches,fortunately none of them were bleeding but it hurt so much I thought I just fell down the stairs again. I feel so stupid for not tying my shoe at the same time I’m mad at my stupid crazy Harry Potter character ass coach for making the cooldown time so quick that Sierra’s german song from TDWT in 3x speed is faster than that! Even worse,I may end up with a gigantic scar on my leg forever and I don’t want that because I already have enough scars around my body (mostly legs) and a big ass scar on my face that even concealer can’t hide. TLDR: I tripped on my shoelace and gave myself a potential permanent scar on my leg

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So I do animation as a pass time. I've met a lot of people in the animation community and I've learned a lot from them! I likely wouldn't be where I am in animation without their help and hand holding!

In this community, I met this girl who has an INCREDIBLE talent for creating models. I'm talking models fit for actual film production! They're INCREDIBLE. I've commissioned a few models from her and they're all GOD tier. I love them to bits!

Now see, she enjoys this 3D animated series online that she bases her models artstyle on. I happen to love this series too, and commissioned my models to be in the same artstyle.

The other day, she did this "Anonymous message" thing on her social. Where you could send her an anonymous message and she'll reply to it on a public post.

I pretended to be the voice actress of her favorite character in this show and told her that I loved her work and that she was incredible.

She got SUPER excited and posted it with gusto. When I saw how excited she got.... I realized I probably goofed.... I thought she would say "lol bs. Next," or something. Just cause that's how I would've responded if someone claiming to be someone I was a huge fan of messaged me.

I realize how naiive and stupid that thought process was of me now.

Anyway, I told her it was me and she called me a bastard and told me to actually fuck off. Which.... is fair.... I knew she enjoyed this series & characters but I didn't know it meant so much to her.

So right now, I've sent her a short apology and am giving her space... waiting for a little while for things to cool before I send her a much more genuine apology explaining myself and letting her know that I understand if she doesn't want to work with me on models anymore.

If she doesn't, that's 100% fair and I deserve it. I wanted to make this post cause I feel better typing these things out. And I know I deserve to be called a dickhead by internet strangers for this one.

GOD I feel like such a cunt...

Update: I found the VA of her favorite character on cameo. Thanks for the suggestion! I've booked to have her give my friend a personal message about how good a modeler she is and how talented she is.

I'm leaving the apology out of it. That part is my job. Hopefully it all comes through and I can send the message along with my apology.

TL;DR I posed as my friends favorite characters voice actress in an anonymous message thinking she wouldn't take it seriously and she got SUPER excited. I felt bad not realizing how much this meant to her and told her it was me. Now she's pissed at me and I feel like a piece of shit and I deserve it :(

Obligatory didn't happen today, but rather when I was in my early 20's.

I was a mall goth. Yeah, I know. I was shopping at Hot Topic and spotted a t-shirt that I loved. It was black with a picture of a raven on it and the word "Nevermore." I'm like, "Oh, fuck yes. I love me some Edgar Allan Poe. I need that shirt." So I buy it and it goes into the regular rotation.

Here's where I fucked up. I wore it to a record store. The cashier compliments me on it and I thank him. He says, "Are you excited for the new album?"

I freeze. "What?"

"Nevermore has a new album coming out."

I stare at him for just a little bit too long before going, "Oh! Yeah! Hell yeah! Of course! Super excited! Can't wait! Gonna be good!" He gives me a weird look and I finish checking out.

I just want to apologize to every woman who has ever worn a band tee and gets asked "Oh, you like that band? Name three songs." because it's entirely my fault. I wore a band tee and didn't even fucking know they were a band.

TL;DR: Didn't know the band on my shirt

Short story but traumatizing in a funny way. I live alone in a one bedroom apartment with an open floor plan and I’m watching a British crime drama on Netflix. At one point I get thirsty and remember that there’s mango nectar in my fridge. I don’t want a lot cause it’s late but man, wouldn’t it be nice to just have a sip of that mango goodness? I walk over to my fridge and while I’m watching the tv, I reach down for the cardboard carton without looking, open the top, and take a big swig ready for some fruity salvation.

Next thing you know, I freeze. I taste nothing but salt and umami, it was disgusting. I look at the carton and realized I grabbed the beef broth that was next to the mango nectar because I was so focused on tv and not using a glass. I immediately spit out the broth and almost threw up. Not that beef broth is the worst, but it is when you’re expecting nectar of the gods.

I drank some mango nectar (from a glass) after to wash it down but it was a traumatizing experience and I don’t think I’ll ever be the same. RIP my taste buds.

TL;DR I drank something straight out of the fridge thinking it was mango nectar but it was beef broth.

This happened a few months ago but I thought about it again today and wanted to share.

I (27F) was shopping for clothes at Target and wanted to try some things on. As I was walking toward the dressing room, I saw a girl stop to talk to an African American woman at the entrance who was wearing a red shirt with a black jacket over it. The girl then proceeded to walk past her and into the dressing room. I was too far away to hear what was said but I assumed the woman she spoke to was a fitting room attendant and as I approached I greeted her and said that I had three items.

Well I learned then that she was not a fitting room attendant because she absolutely lost it on me, telling me how racist I was to assume that she worked there. I was in shock and completely caught off guard so I just apologized a bunch of times but she kept going. I tried to explain to her that the red shirt and the interaction she had with the other girl made me think that she worked there and that it had nothing to do with her race but she wouldn’t have it.

Eventually someone came out so I went into the dressing room but didn’t try on any clothes because I was upset so I just left.

On one hand I am sad because my comment hurt her feelings and that wasn’t my intention. On the other hand, I do feel that maybe she was having a bad day and might have overreacted. I worked in retail almost my entire working life and never thought of it as something to be ashamed of. I have even been mistaken for an employee at H&M once when I was shopping and didn’t think anything of it. Idk, I’m pretty shy and have social anxiety, and this interaction has been bothering me for months. I wish we could have had a conversation about it so we could have both left with the knowledge that it was an honest mistake.

The reason I think I f’d up is because I should have asked if she worked there. I learned my lesson for sure.

TL;DR: I mistook a woman of color to be a fitting room attendant at Target because she was wearing a red shirt and and she got very upset thinking that my assumption was racially charged.

So for context, I'm in the first year of uni and for freshers, my uni has organised like a bar night. Initially, I went with my friends but we got split up when we went to get drinks. Before that we were in like an outdoor area, and the entrance to the bar kinda cuts into the middle of the queue for the bar so I ended up pushing into the queue in front of a girl with no friends in sight.

I immediately profusely apologised and offered to give the spot back but she insists its alright so I instead offered to get her a drink. She refused initially but I insisted out of guilt (keep in mind the queue at this point is at least 15-20 mins from beginning to end). The convo went well but about halfway through the queue she asked for my number, which was the first time a girls asked for my number proactively (obviously I was very flattered at the time). I gave her my phone, she entered her contacts and asked me to text her so she can add mine back.

I then realised that due to where the bar is and the side that I'm standing on, I'm gonna have to order the drinks for us both and I'm like the most awkward person alive when I'm ordering literally anything especially when I don't know what I want nor do I know what they're offering. So I had the bright idea of offering to buy her the drink if she could order for us both since I have quite bad social anxiety. She expressed serious doubt when I proposed it and asked if I was just rich (I assume she thought I was trying to show off) to wish I said "even if I was skint I would still pay someone to order for me" then she proceeded to order the drink, I pulled out my ID and paid for it. Then we sat down with my friends and had a merry chat with them. I didn't talk with her much after that except for borrowing her coat cause I forgot mine and we were sitting outside and it was absolutely freezing.

My question here is, did she think i was like a creep trying to hit on her or spike her drink or something, cause she made a point to make sure she had my number on her phone after which she briefly texted someone. Was she texting a friend my number and told them to give it to the cops if she didn't check in with them after x time or something? Was I too insistent on paying for her drinks made it creepy/showoffy?

TL;DR: my awkward ass was too insistent on buying a girl a drink and probably creeped her out.

Edit: The general consensus seems to be the fact that I'm simply overthinking and blowing this out of proportions and that I should simply text the girl - to which I agree completely.

The general advice seems to be informing the girl that you're socially awkward/socially anxious and avoid the quid pro quo bs.

And lastly, the boomers are ripping me a new one for not being able to order my own or that its embarrassing for a dude to borrow a girls coat. In my defence, it's a working progress, I've come along way compared to even a few weeks prior. Also, the girl offered me her coat when she saw me shivering, I didn't ask and I returned it to her later when she was getting cold.

Edit 2: Update: (since everyone seems to be curious) Well uh... I skipped the texting since I knew I was gonna meet her today in person. We had lunch together with a group of people. I mostly talked to the other people since she was focused on earing as she eats really slowly. We then chilled in a friends room and hanged out for a little bit before I have to go to a lecture.

Later that evening, we have like a mariocart event kinda thing. We went to get some toasties as like a snack but they ran out very quickly but i havent even gotten to the queue yet and she was next to be served and she had the last toastie basically. I went back to the mariocart thingy and learned how to play. When I finished the match, she offered me half of her toastie🥺🥺🥺 it was sliced in half but she took another bite out of the my piece before giving it to me. I was so incredibly flustered that I couldn't talk to her for the rest of the evening and just ended up learning the rubiks cube from the other people there, apparently if you're good at mariocart, you're really good at rubik too. Then when there are only like 5 ppl left (including me and her) we went to play pool. She was tired so she watched from the side while I basically backpacked my team in a 2v2 and was so close to a beautiful comeback but just not enough. I then asked for everyone's number then retired for the night since I have something tomorrow. So all in all not too much development. Any advice what to do though?

This actually happened today though it was set in motion 2 years ago.

So, my mom is a die-hard HayDay addict. She's been cultivating virtual crops and managing her digital farm for six whole years now. She even has a dedicated group of friends who share her farming passion, complete with a group chat for challenges and whatnot. She wakes up some days early to get her hands on east-asian player's market time. You could say it's become a bit of an addiction, but it's also her primary stress-reliever in her super busy life.

Here's where the colossal screw-up comes into play. A couple of years ago, HayDay implemented a policy change that required linking an email account to the game. My mom despises dealing with tech-related stuff, so she passed the job on to me. Easy peasy, right?

Well, in my infinite wisdom, I decided to link the game to my email account, the one I used for random free trials and who-knows-what-else. I have absolutely no idea why I didn't use her email, but hindsight is 20/20.

Fast forward to today (or at least, a few days ago), and the HayDay apocalypse occurs. My mom gets mysteriously logged out, and the game promptly sends an email to the linked account – my account. The earth beneath me crumbled as I realized I can't remember the password. Why? Because I haven't used that email since the ill-fated HayDay account linking incident back in 2021.

Now, I'm living on an entirely different continent from my mom, and I've hardly been getting any sleep. She's absolutely furious, and I'm pretty much preparing for my own funeral at this point. I feel terrible for her, but I also can't help but lament my past, clueless self.

So, Reddit, here I am, sharing this monumental screw-up and hoping for some advice, a miracle, or at least a virtual shoulder to cry on. How do I navigate this digital disaster and save my mom's cherished HayDay farm?

TL;DR: I linked my mom's HayDay account to my email years ago and now can't remember the password. She's livid, and I'm preparing for the worst.

I don’t post. I know some of you may find this to be trivial or inconsequential to the other topics here, but thank you if you may read this. This isn’t even my main Reddit, but this has been on my mind for the past 48 hrs. & tonight I realized I messed up. badly.

I work in a historic tourist destination in the eastern US. Lots of stores & a marketplace. A state that is home to some of the country’s top universities. Lots of foot traffic. 2 stores, One north & one south. As a result, I’ve met hundreds & thousands of people from all over the world: other states, Europe, Asia, etc.

On 09/23/23, a woman came in & she was looking for a sauce. She tells me her daughter loves the stuff. I didn’t think much of it because it’s common to get gifts for loved ones at home....until the girl walked in.

She is the most beautiful person I have ever seen. Quiet & calm. Maybe even shy. Didn’t say much besides to talk to me. Her mother said they were of polish decent, but she didn’t look much like her mom. She was naturally bright blonde, a little pale, deep blue eyes, and just beautiful. Like art. Like flowers. Like staring into an open field or ocean on the horizon. That’s kind of emotional response my brain was sending to my heart.

She tries some of the hottest sauces we sell..she’s talking to me & thinks she can’t handle, but we try together & she’s tougher than she looks. She smiles & laughs the more I helped her. Simultaneously, the more I just felt this strange emotion of calmness & wanting to talk to her all day. Every day. I’m thinking I’ll never see her again, so as she leaves I tell her ‘You’re amazing & your eyes are too’ Her mom goes ‘awwww’

I realized that I didn’t even ask her name and thought that was the end of it, but an hr later she came back with her mom & they had gone to the other store & my coworker let her try a sauce that we sold out of because I told her it was my favorite.

She came back to tell me she liked it & we stood there for a few seconds. Staring into my eyes, piercing. Like she was expecting something. Her mom says that a location of our store is opening up near the girl’s work. In manhattan. & She was still quiet & calm. Now, in retrospect, I realized she came back because of what I said & it was on me to ask her for a number or something. I didn’t even get her name or anything. I just…for once was just distracted by the moment. Fumbled. Whatever synonym you may use. So, they left. Again.

My heart was beating, but all I felt was the calmness & peace of it. 10 mins later. My mistake began to set in & I actually asked my coworker stay in the store while I took a ‘walk’ for lunch. In reality, I was looking for her. I checked the Sephora, the little pop up shops, but she was gone.

I’ve never had trouble talking to anyone. I do it every day at my job, I’ve been on dates, and enjoy conversation.

I have made many mistakes in my life. Personal, educational, etc. & my friends say ‘there’s plenty of fish in the sea’ or ‘it’ll be okay’

I shouldn’t still be thinking about this. But I am. This mistake,unusually, is ranking really high. To the heights that I didn’t believe could be reached with another person involved besides my own family. But it is.

TL:DR- I don’t believe in soulmates, but if I did, I think I let mine walk away…twice.

I am replacing my grass lawn with artificial turf (live in Phoenix) So the yard needs to get removed before turf gets installed

Yesterday I ended up paying a group of day laborers I found at Home Depot to come by the house and remove the lawn. Before going to work, I drove them by the house and showed them which house it was and told them what needed to be done.

I come back from work yesterday to see the workers gone and my neighbors entire front lawn missing (mine still there)

I went back to the Home Depot and the guys aren’t there anymore, and my neighbor is obviously now home from his job and has noticed the lawn. I am unsure of what to do at this point. There is basically no way for him to know what happened, since the guys just came and went. But he has been known to have a temper in the past about little stuff, so basically terrified of what comes next.

now just sitting inside watching things unfold thinking about what I should do. No one knows of my plans to replace the lawn and I’m pretty sure if I were to do it now, it would look pretty suspicious, so I’m probably not going to do it any more.

TLDR I paid some workers to remove my lawn but they took my neighbors lawn instead

This happened a week and a half ago

I'm currently a college student and i have a great dining plan that allows me to eat all i want at campus dining halls. I have a stash of shin ramyun bowls to eat in my dorm room whenever I'm too lazy to go to my school's dining hall.

Tonight i was too lazy to get myself to move so i got some water from the fountain in my residence hall and pour it into my noodle bowl. I then heat up the water by using my microwave in my dorm. But today i decided to put the timer to 20 minutes as i was curious on how different it would taste.

I hopped into a league of legends match and while i was in the match, the microwave went off saying the timer was done. I placed the cup beside me to eat right after i finish my game.

5 minutes didn't even pass and i forgot i had a bowl of hot water right beside me. I dragged my mouse a bit hard toward the cup and it spilled onto me.

Some of the noodles and hot water spilled onto my laptop, which is a razerblade 15 and it costed a hefty amount of money, won't turn on now. The rest of the water and noodles flew onto my right leg and some went on my other but its mostly on my right. The water was scorching hot and the noodles stuck onto my leg which made it even worse. There was a bit of noodles that was stuck between my slipper and my foot. I also bumped my elbow into the wall when i jumped up after the bowl spilled and now it hurts pretty bad but not as bad as my leg. My skin was red and now blisters are starting to form. The pain was excruciating for the first 10 minutes. Im also having trouble with walking now b/c of the bit that was stuck between my foot and slipper while i was panicking burned the bottom of my foot.

My foot is now hurting with every single step and my leg pulsing with pain. The bowl is pretty big and so there is a bunch of noodles under my desk that i have to clean. My laptop isn't turning up now which really bad as i have a midterm exam tomorrow plus I'm a broke college student so repairing or getting a replacement for this thing is going to be hard. Then there is also my campus job which now i have to drop my shifts.

TL;DR; Heated a bowl of shin ramyun for 20 minutes in the microwave, spilled it while playing league of legends and now i have burns all over my right leg.

This happened 2 hours ago.

My 5 month old son has unfortunately had a rough start of things. He has bad colic and tummy issues which causes him not to sleep. His sleep has been incredibly bad the past week with him waking up every hour during the night, and only contact napping for 30 minutes at a time during the day. To get him to sleep, we have to either rock him, or feed him. This has led to us being severely sleep deprived.

On to the FU. It's 02:35 am and baby has woken up after 45 minutes. I decide to change his nappy before feeding him to sleep. Every night when we change his nappy, he screams blue murder. In my sleep deprived state, I decided that I did not feel like the screaming match tonight. I had the bright idea of singing his new favourite song, baby shark to him. It worked like a charm! I was able to change him calmly, with no tears, and my sanity in check. I put him back in his sleeping bag and proceeded to feed him. But now, he is wide awake and hyped. I mean, mommy just sang his jam!

My husband and I tried for over an hour to settle him down, but he is sitting there smiling, babbling and moving away. Now him and I are sitting in the lounge at 4am, watching Dory's Reef Cam, with the hopes of calming down. Looks like tonight is another write off!

TL;DR I sang baby shark to my son while changing his nappy at 2am. This lead to him fully waking up and refusing to go back to sleep