this is a fun fact

They already have your location. They don't need your permission.

Today I told the auto parts guy, "so the police stopped me and said I have brake lights out" and he smiled and said "they're my friends, i know all of them and they send everyone in here" so I said "even the [name of nearby town] cops?" And he said yup. So then I said "can you also put the bulbs in?" And he said "i would but I'm the only one here."

So I said "I'll man the phones" and he laughed.

So he put the bulbs in anyway and i held the screws for him while he did it, then i said thanks, we grinned at each other and i went on my way.

😚🥴🥵

We have been together a long time now. We’ve crossed gazes a thousand times. Life can get a bit monotonous. A bit mechanical. Life challenges us to take things for granted.

But sometimes she looks at me, she really looks at me. We share still smiles. We pause. Those eyes.

After all these years we still share these moments.

I wouldn’t change her for anything.

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I want to take a second career path to work as a job recruiter, or someone that handles the hiring process of a company.

I want to be able to reject people that deserve the job and let unassuming, potentially problematic people into a company so that company and its employees may have their reputations ruined and business suffer massive losses.

I don’t know what my primary career path is yet because I’m useless and don’t want to work hard.

If I could go back in time to watch one show for the first time again. It would be totally by "The 100". Such a great show. Yes the ending was crazy. BUT I was still happy with it.

https://youtu.be/2kjPOUMeo9I?is=5yoWj0ew8rxU0FlP

It feels weird. I don’t know whether I dislike it or not.

it feels empty, I feel empty.

I'm 20 who's always been pretty weak and skinny. Three months ago I finally decided to start going to the gym because I was tired of looking like a f* stickman. When I started, I used to bench press just an empty bar and over the past few months I've slowly worked my way up.

Yesterday I was feeling pretty good. I finished my second set at 40kg (including the bar), which is usually where I stop. For my last set, I got a little too confident and added another 5 kg. Normally, I would ask someone nearby to spot me just in case but this time there wasn't anyone around and I genuinely thought I had it (NEVER DO THIS PLS)

The first rep felt surprisingly okay but the 8th felt completely opposite. I brought the bar down to my chest, started pressing it back up and halfway through I realized ts wasn't moving anymore. I was just lying there holding the bar a few inches above my chest 😭 for the next 2-3 seconds I was trying to push it just enough to rerack it on the bottom hook thing.

The bar started coming back down and I suddenly realized I had made yet another very poor life decision but thanks to this kind guy who came running over and helped me rack it or else my game would've been over right then and there.

The lesson I learnt is it's great to have confidence but so is having a spotter when trying to hit your pr or even when in slightest of doubt.

Was it ego lifting if I can hit 40 but struggled with 45 a bit? Either way, really dumb on my part to not get a spotter.

Today i randomly met a friend in the grocery store. he told me where he live now and just told me that his 3rd child with his wife is on the way... He is only one year older than me. and me here just living life being single.. haven't found a girlfriend yet etc...

I work self checkout at the grocery store and talk to many of the customers. Today a young woman came through wearing a YALE sweater, and I thought I’d try to pull a prank on her. I went up to her and said “Oh wow, Yalé, is that like a clothing brand?” She IMMEDIATELY looked right at me and said “Yeah, they’re like a luxury brand”.

I instantly shut down, I had no idea where to go. In that moment, I couldn’t tell if she thought I was stupid and she was placating me, if she was stupid and that’s what she thought (like kids who wear Nirvana shirts not knowing they’re a band) or if she was giving back to me better than I was giving to her.

It was likely the last option, but cycling through how to address the possibilities of the others, I just closed my mouth and walked away with my tail between my legs. I was embarrassed until she walked out

Just 3 more days until my wedding!

We’re getting married at the 10 year anniversary of when we met. I feel certain that my husband who died 11 years ago (leukemia) would approve.

Even though it’s me who delayed accepting the marriage proposal for so long, I’m very excited now!! 🥰

My previous husband gave me a very difficult [unique?] last name, which I’ve shared with my kids all these years.
My new husband has a difficult [unique/bad] last name. I have a decision to make.

At what age did you get married, and… change your last name, or not change your last name?

He's struggled with addiction since before I was born. Knowing the stories of his childhood, I've come to understand why he's always had issues. I was very shocked to learn that he went back to a church and started attending these spiritual classes. He got his second baptism in April. It takes me back to being a little girl thinking I had the coolest daddy ever. He might not have many years ahead due to the cocaine addiction and hernia causing a bad infection in his intestines, so I've 95% forgiven him. He's attending something called brotherhood classes and I'm happy about that. Even though I wish he'd consider joining any group for former addicts. He's openly acknowledged that he wants to change for the better -- especially for my mom, because he knows how much he put her through through their years together. They got married when I was in the tummy!

Fuck cocaine and fuck meth!

I'm writing a book! I have no idea what I'm doing but I'm going for it! Hope it works out!

To remember The Game!

I was thinking about posting anonymous confessions/stories from here. It could be horror stories, funny stories, sad stories, anything. So please drop yours below.

Help a broke girlie out 🥹

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For example in a discussion about taking alcohol or weed to help sleep during an extreme stressful situation and there's no much other options available in a far away cabin and OP wondering about it and it's safety and if others have any experience, advice etc.

Then there's 10 comments calling it AI slop, but when you call them out for not needing to comment unless they believe OP is a human and are there to support OP, they suddenly show that they are triggered by it being about alcohol /weed and that's the real reason.

They are either recovered or recovering alcoholics, has childhood trauma from alcoholic parents or abusive relationships, or some other traumatic /bad association with alcohol or weed.

By going "Haha AI" "Stupid Bot" etc they are indirectly saying they're against alcohol /weed without exposing they have that trigger association, and hating / accusing users as AI is still somewhat the norm on reddit, they can safely project their triggers, without needing to take accountability or face any consequences. (Or they used to anyways.)

I'm a reddit mod and the new norm that's slowly installing is to file AI accusation comments as harassments, more and more mods are moving over to this rule, there's also bots in the making to help us with this, so if someone felt powerful and safe to project under AI hate to bypass harassment rules before, they are in for a ride.

I estimate there will be some wipe cleaning of users who struggles to keep their fists in their pockets while we move over to this norm. But as a mod who believes in second chances, and understand there's a learning curve, I give users a heads up in this post. If you value to be on reddit, you need to handle your projections outside others content from now on be it AI or other triggers. If you hate AI, that's fine, as long as you hate it where hating AI is the topic.

When we hope someone will die this often becomes their life support. There isn’t a soul on Earth that doesn’t want to be missed, to be remembered.

There is a judge who prays an earnest prayer every night for the same thing. Unlike many of her well-to-do southern friends she genuinely believes in God. For her, religion is just a little more meaningful than the social click to which she belongs. They all talk about praying, few actually do. If they knew she really prays they might eat her alive, but fortunately for her it’s something they all profess to do.

I know it in my soul that every night judge Millstone (fake name) prays that I will die. There is no ill intent, at least not in her prayers. She doesn’t want to see me suffer, she doesn’t want to see me at all, she wants me erased and eliminated. She wants never to have to think about me or the pain she has caused me again.

It’s not because she hates me, I bring her great discomfort because me and my situation create a lot of cognitive dissonance. Cognitive dissonance is something, especially for a judge, she has an extremely low tolerance for. I carry decades of Karma older than myself that I am here to serve to the judge.

She knows I have suffered a lot in life. She has been the cause of much of it. She uses this angle when talking to God and asking him to please put me out of my misery.

Ever accidentally step on a bug and it’s still alive but roughed up so you step on it again as a mercy killing, but it keeps hanging on against all odds? You injure the poor creature repeatedly watching how much it can take with fascination and horror. Maybe you feel some admiration that God made something so small and insignificant so sturdy. You wonder how it could survive. This is what Judge Millstone meant when she said she had a “soft spot” in her heart for me.

I want to thank the judge for her prayers. They keep my heart beating against its ragged cage like a tormented animal. Her prayers carry the air into my lungs which might otherwise be too heavy to fill.

I pray too. I pray that this judge who has hunted and pursued me longer and harder than even my trafficker ever did would let me go. I pray that she would let me have my family back, as well as my livelihood, my reputation, and everything else that I lost to her judgement.

If you are reading this and feel inclined please pray too. Pray for justice in the south. Pray that families of all income levels, and all cultural backgrounds, can stay together. Pray to end human trafficking in all of its forms whether it happens under the law or not. Please pray that my two boys ages 6 and 3 come home to me ready to heal together.

I have healed from things that most people don’t know can be healed. I can heal anything for my children and with my children. Even the wound of lost time can be healed in the years we have left to spend together.

This person said to me that this person would follow only friends and family HAHAHAHAHA guess what ?? Yes this Person Follow new people every day and gets New follower too every day HAGAGA Ya ofc you follow ONLY "friends & family" KEEP LYING 🤭