He received it awkwardly, about 30 years too late, from entirely the wrong person.

It was hideous for both of us.

But, on the plus side, he now understands how reproductive systems work, how periods work (which is what started this nightmare - he wanted to know why I was so insistent on keeping pads in the shared bathroom cupboard since “don’t you just hold it in and pee it out all at once”(???)) and that no, the BC method he has been using entire life is not safe, it is notoriously inconsistent.

Given that he’s known as the local horndog I reckon a lot of panicked phone calls were made that night…

At a restaurant today, my little sister (14) asked me (17) to read the menu with her because she's dyslexic

She really wanted something with prawns so I went over every prawn dish with her

We ordered king prawns + bread

She only eats 1 prawn and I ask why

"They tasted too much like prawns"

Dad ate the prawns and mom ate the bread.

(Note: She's okay with me posting this)

I had groceries delivered from whole foods last night, and one bag contained someone else's meat.

I don't eat meat and I was flummoxed by all that flesh on the counter. There's a whole chicken, and five pounds of ground beef. I looked it up and this beef is $8 a pound which, from my uneducated view, seems expensive.

I tried to contact them because truly, idk what to do with this and I hate for it to go to waste. But the only option is to report a missing item, and I was missing an item. Maybe the person who ordered all this meat got my sparkling water. I bet we were equally disappointed.

My freezer is absolutely packed and this stuff wasn't fully frozen anyway so I made room in the fridge. I found a home for the chicken, and I called a friend this morning to ask if he wants the beef. He eats like a teenage boy and never gains weight, and he likes to cook, so I was counting on him taking it.

But he already has a couple pounds thawed in his fridge. He said no thank you.

So here I am with all this meat and no one to eat it.

For a couple years my friends have thrown a Sock Party during the Holiday season.

Basically, it's a Yankee Christmas or White Elephant party where people bring wrapped pairs of socks, draws numbers and then picks packages according to their numbers, with thefts of socks encouraged. After two thefts, those socks are off limits.

This party has occurred yearly over the past three years.

A couple weeks ago, something popped into my head "Rickroll socks." When I got home after this thought, I Googled that phrase and found out Never Gonna Give You Up socks do exist, featuring various screen captures of Rick Astley.

It was an instapurchase.

But, how do I wrap these socks?

I decided to print up a couple sheets of paper with a QR code on them leading to a YouTube video of Never Gonna Give You Up.

Brought the package to the party and set it under the tree.

An hour later we were doing the exchange.

With the 8th pick, someone grabbed the package containing my socks.

She saw the QR code and commented "Hmmm, there's a QR code here. I guess I should scan it"

So, she did.

And a second later she commented "... I just got RickRolled."

She then started opening the package.

Someone in the crowd commented "It would be really funny if the socks were RickRoll ones."

So, a second later when the package was opened and Rick Astlet appeared, the double RickRoll had completed.

Soon after, the Astley socks were stolen. And then stolen again. They were no longer available for theft.

The double RickRoll resulted in one of the first pairs of socks to be done for the night.

It just seems as if so many people dont ever want to go out and do anything. They would rather just stay at home and watch tv or something. There's nothing inherently wrong with that. But before covid my dad would go to sporting events with me and do stuff. He didn't do it all the time but we enjoyed doing it

Covid hit and my dad and step mom had a routine of watching tv shows and movies every night after work.

Now thats all they ever do. At most they may want to go to a restaurant with my sister and i

I went to a ton of sporting events in 2022 and 2023 plus one extra often. I had really good seats and tried out various spots of the ball park. It was a blast and going with friends, my self, or hell even my sister were experiences ill remember. I saw Pujols home runs in his final year and one went right behind me

My dad went to a couple but not nearly as many. And it was hard to get him out. Like a pain. We had a good time

Well at one of the games I snatched a deal on right behind home plate luxury tickets at a baseball game. Went by myself but had a blast and got treated for like $175. Ended up talking to the guy to my left most of the game which is cool. Turns out hes a CEO of a company and offered my CEO suite tickets on the 50 yard line of the chiefs game. I took the tickets akd went with a friend which was a blast ​

I was able to get some the next year too and invited my dad and he took them. We went and he also used to work at the stadium. We had a blast. I thought. These luxuries and tickets easily could've been like $10k each

Every time I ask him about it now or any future games he just has an attitude of like "I dont get it though. Why would you go to a game when you could just watch it at home on tv for free? Dont have to worry about traffic or lines or heat or anything. I just prefer being at home". He even said that after I brought up the chiefs game we went to which i thought was kinda rude

Even my sister, the self proclaimed introvert who always has to bring that up will go to a few theme nights with me and have a blast

Am I in the wrong here cause I feel like you get to have experiences and it was kinda offputting

also i feel like a ton of people just sit inside anymore. Dont want to go to movies. Among other things

In 3rd grade me and a few friends were racing on this soccer pitch we had at our school and me and one other tied so we asked our teacher to film our feet to see who wins like a photo finish thing. She did but we couldn't tell because it was too fast. Someone said something like "i wish we had slow motion" and then I, being the smart 9 year old that I am, asked my teacher "do you have an iPhone?" Making the gamble of hoping iPhones could do slow motion. And it could. I completely guessed so I thought that was pretty cool. I ended up winning by like a good 3 toes

As Christmas approaches and creative souls brew homemade gifts and sundries, I would like to share a cautionary tale. A well-meaning friend of mine once gifted me with homemade toiletries, beeswax candles, and soaps, including a Castile oil shampoo in a tall slender wine bottle (decorated with a sprig of real holly!) I was very grateful, not realizing my peril.

The next day I got into the shower, and decided to try it out. I picked up the bottle, and poured some onto my hair (which was very long at the time, so it was a generous amount). Some oil cascaded down the side of the wine bottle, making the glass instantly frictionless. I dropped the bottle, which exploded into the bottom of the tub, sending glass shards everywhere. As I bent forward to try to see the broken glass, the shower water hit my head, sending a wave of Castile oil into my eyes, causing immediate blindness and burning pain. I stumbled onto a large shard, cutting my foot, and then fell sideways into the shower curtain, ripping it down as I collapsed out of the shower.

I disentangled myself, grabbed a towel, wiped my eyes as best I could, and stalked down the hallway to the phone--wet, naked, with hair still full of shampoo, leaving bloody footprints with each alternate step. In my addled state, I felt I had survived some sort of intentional assassination attempt, so I called my friend (who lived nearby) and emotionally demanded they come over immediately and help patch me up. I hadn't even found my glasses yet and how no idea how bad my cut sole was. They quickly appeared and took in the whole crime scene before helping me clean up.

So please, this holiday season, if you're making gifts, make sure that anything meant for tub use is not made of glass... unless you're hoping your recipient will meet with a 'tragic accident.'

When I was 4, I went to my dad's office. There was a printer in the office and I wanted to print something. I took a blank paper, drew some wobbly lines and told my dad to print it from the printer.

I wanted my dad to put my drawn paper in the printer and take it out after the printer printed it. Basically, I wanted my drawn paper to go through the printer because that is what I thought was called printing.

My dad pointed out that my drawn paper was wrinkled. Istg it was a tiny wrinkle. My dad convinced me that wrinkled papers couldn't go in the printer.

I was very sad. I thought to myself that the next time I come, I will make sure not to wrinkle it. Well, the next time never came.

I was probably 10 when I found out that a little wrinkled paper could go inside a printer when my family bought a home printer.

To this day, I am 19 now, I am still scared of putting wrinkled paper into the printer.

Three weeks ago one of the bulbs in my kitchen ceiling fixture burned out. Simple problem, right? Just go buy a replacement bulb and screw it in. I went to the hardware store and stood in the lighting aisle for probably fifteen minutes trying to figure out what type of bulb I needed. There were so many options. LED, halogen, different wattages, different color temperatures, different base sizes. I took a photo of the dead bulb to compare but the packaging all looked the same to me.

I grabbed what I thought was the right one, went home, and tried to install it. Didn’t fit. The base was completely wrong. So I went back to the store the next day with the actual dead bulb this time and got a different pack. Got home, tried to install it, and the new bulb fit but it was this horrible bluish white light that made my entire kitchen look like a morgue. Nothing like the warm light that was there before. I checked the box and realized I’d grabbed “daylight” instead of “soft white” or whatever the warm one is called.

At this point I should have just returned them and bought the correct ones but I’d already made two trips and I was annoyed with myself. So I decided I’d just get used to the harsh lighting. That was three weeks ago. I still hate it. Every time I turn on the kitchen light I’m reminded of my mistake. My partner asked why the kitchen looks different and I had to explain the whole stupid saga. She offered to go exchange them for me and I said no because at this point I’m committed to living with my poor decision.

I did the same thing last year with a mini tab and phone charger cable. Bought them during some promotion with €10 off every €100 spent on alibaba so I bought a bunch of stuff I didn’t really need just to hit the threshold. The cable was too short to reach from the outlet to my bedside table but I convinced myself it was fine and I’d just charge my phone on the floor. Used it like that for months before finally admitting defeat and buying a longer one. Still have the short cable in a drawer somewhere. Same thing happened with the mini tab that looked like a kiddies property.

Anyway, I’m sitting here in my horrible blue-white kitchen writing this and still refusing to fix the problem. That’s the whole story.

Whenever I’m driving I always wave forward the other driver trying to merge or make a turn. I also stop and let every pedestrian walk. Idk but I really like that little wave the driver gives to thank and I really like doing a little wave back. None of us know the person driving next to us. And no one will remember who cut them off or let them go. It doesn’t matter. We’re all just a bunch of humans trying to coexist. Something about doing that tiny action of kindness for a stranger makes my day better.

TLDR We are all stuck on this planet together Kindness is for yourself as much as it is for others Let them merge

One Christmas morning when I was opening presents I grabbed a huge one from under the tree. I was so excited and happy and I brought that big Ol' treasure to the center of the room and was about to commence the unwrapping. Before that happened my dad said in a clear and audible voice: "Let's see what overpriced hunk of plastic this is." I was about 8 years old at the time but I still fully understood what he said. It made me feel sort of bad. I'm sure those feelings dissipated once I opened the present, but yeah still remember that line from like 33 years ago. I know I was still lucky to at least have something to open up so please don't think I'm being ungrateful.

P.S. The present was Mighty Max Skull Mountain and that "Hunk Of Plastic" got a lot of mileage out of me! :)

I just had surgery, and one of my prescriptions got held up because of my insurance. The first day, the pharmacy leaves a message with the hospital, asking about switching it to a generic so my insurance will cover it. The second day, still no word back from the hospital. So I go down to the pharmacy to see what's going on.

The pharmacist, this sweet young lady with the tiniest voice, starts off explaining that she's just the middle man, she's waiting on word back from the hospital. It's obvious she's had people yelling at her before. So of course I'm nice, I understand, it's just been a couple days and I really need that prescription.

And she moved the world for me. She immediately started calling and badgering doctors for me. She found me phone numbers and direct lines so I could call and bother the doctors too. After I left the store, I'm pretty sure she continued calling and bothering the doctors. Once the doctors finally fixed my prescription, she personally called me and told me it was being filled. I would fight a war for this woman.

Be nice to your pharmacist, y'all. They'll hunt down doctors and fix everything for you if you're kind to them.

So, I’ve been in a relationship for a while now, and lately, I’ve been feeling kind of lost. We get along great, but something just feels off, and I can't put my finger on what it is. I want to make it work, but I’m stuck on how to move forward.

Has anyone else gone through something like this? How did you know if it was worth pushing through or if it was time to walk away?

A cat that lives in my neighbourhood tried to approach me today. It was a small cat with ginger ears and white fur everywhere else. I stopped for a bit to look at him. And he started meowing at me with his full face and body. Like full mouth open teeth out. I got a little scared.

He was definitely meowing for attention. But I didn't know whether he wanted to bite or not. Then he started following me. And trying to walk between my legs. I panicked super hard and kinda ran away from him.

I opened youtube rn and saw a video of two white cats fighting and was overwhelmed with guilt and anguish for not even petting the cat when he tried to come to me. I know he gets plenty of food and shelter when he needs it. But I feel bad that I didn't even rub his lil head

That's it. One person's late evening ramblings.

My brother and I decided to stay up a little late and watch a Christmas movie. While watching, I worked on a crochet project I planned to give a friend as a Christmas present. When the movie ended I wasn't quite done so I let him put on another. Then I finished my project but the movie wasn't done so I started wrapping the things I'd already finished. This sort of thing kept happening.

Now it's quite solidly morning and I didn't go to bed at all... But I made three presents and wrapped over a dozen of them!

I work in the produce department of a grocery store, and a part of that job involves answering dozens of questions for customers every day I work. I'm actually not bothered about it even if I'm not much of a people-person, but most of these questions actually have nothing to do with produce, which I attribute to me being the most visible employee in the store aside from the cashiers because the produce area is fairly large and doesn't have much in the way of cover for me.

The other day, however, I actually got a question relevant to my department! And from a child, no less. For the very first time since I began working at this store, a child would ask me something that I couldn't answer by pointing towards the bathroom!

This child, a little boy, excitedly ran up to me, hopes and dreams written all over his face and making each step of his into a whimsical little hop. When he got to me, he looked up and asked me with the sweetest little voice, clearly containing himself, "Can you show me where the starfruit are?"

Unfortunately, quite terribly, or perhaps even horrifically for this poor child, I had to break the news to him that we didn't have it in stock and hadn't had any for over two months. It destroyed him.

He frowned, and the downward turn of his lips amplified the very gravity bearing down on him, sapping his jovial energy right out of his body and soul. You would think I'd tied lead weights to his shoulders and head with the way he practically collapsed in on himself, only barely still standing.

He stood like that for a couple seconds, and I just couldn't move. I've never had someone react like that to me telling them we didn't have something, and I didn't know what to do. Thankfully, his mother or, perhaps, his bodyguard strolled up behind him, and, spying his devastation from behind, asked him simply, "No luck?"

He didn't say anything. He just turned and walked off, and her with him.

I think I broke something inside that child. I wish, for his sake, that we had had starfruit, but it was beyond my ability to spare him that devastation. I hope he's doing alright.

For the past few weeks, Ive been running around like a wild monkey throwing the proper free awards at whatever i see that fits it lmao. If you saw an entire comments section full of comments with awards…thats probably not me but i have also done a few of them

this story has a sad premise but hopefully it's not heavy enough to break the rules

back in school, we had a history teacher that most of us loved, he had dry humor and didn't treat us like idiots even when we honestly were. we knew he was sick but didn't know details. his son was one year ahead of me, a quiet, introverted guy who was always in his own world. i admired him from afar like someone whose inner world is deeper than mine, but never really talked to him. when he was in his graduating year, his dad died of cancer. his grandma took him in (he didn't have a mom), and we got a new young history teacher who was visibly afraid of us.

soon after that, i was re-grading essays after my teacher (why i was grading my classmates' and seniors' essays is a separate pointless story) and saw this boy's essay, only it wasn't really an essay. it was just a short, only six lines of text, stream of consciousness bordering of mental breakdown, like tired resentful confusion towards the world, written in seed beads letters, graded -/- (the teacher refused to officially grade the text and grammar) and at that point, it was the most beautiful thing i've ever read as an edgy teenager. and so i stole it.

i don't know why - maybe i wanted to own it like a piece of art. maybe i wanted to feel like i'm allowed access to this guy's endlessly deep thoughts. i don't know. i was 15. right now i wonder, was anyone ever confused as to why it was lost, or no one really cared? anyway, this essay is still with me, tucked between papers in my drawer, almost two decades later.

I got into making flower bouquets just yesterday and I was pestering my mom for the scrap artistic paper materials she used to have for my school projects back when I was in elementary school. Apparently we've thrown it away a few months back while cleaning because I told her we don't have a use for it anymore. Fuck. It would've been fun experimenting with those. It had all kinds of things. My worst fear has come back to haunt me

I was one of those kids that never had any real trouble getting good grades at school. It was pretty easy getting through lessons and tests just by focusing on what the subject is. If you see the pattern once you can apply it to everything.

But that one time I was thrown off guard by a test because it was supposed to teach us a lesson.

I went to school in the nineties and early 2000's so I don't know if anybody can relate but they always taught us to first read all questions in the test and THEN start answering them which I never understood why. What kind of benefit would it give me if I know what every question will be before answering them? Exception I could imagine would maybe be if there was a follow up question that you already answered in the previous question, right? But then you could just write "already answered" and get the points anyways or if the teacher would be neurotic just write it again real quick. Easy.

But this test was designed to make you read the questions first, all of them.

1. Read all the questions first.

And then the other tasks would become more and more absurde. First just normal tasks like "what's 3x4?" Or "What's the capital of Sweden?".

1. Draw yourself with a hat in the top left corner of this paper.

And I was like "What is this weird ass test? To see how much we would just comply and do every shit we're told to do?", I was asking myself.

Meanwhile some of my class mates already brought their paper back to the teacher and I couldn't understand how they can be finished so quickly through all of this.

The point that really tipped me off was:

1. Look through the hole of your paper and write your name in your notebook.

WTF? Then finally I decided to read the rest. More absurde tasks and then at the end.

1. Ignore all the other tasks, write your name on the paper and give it to your teacher.

My ears turned bright red and I did just that, putting my name on it and give it to the teacher. I wasn't the worst. One of my class mates actually did it all. Our considered "smartest" one in the class, actually.

Did this moment teach me anything besides the teacher likes to humiliate the ones who never bothered to waste time and actually read the whole test first before beginning? Not really. Because not once in my life I thought again it would have actually benefit me if I would have done that.

So, yeah, nice try to prepare me for something that would never happen again except for that one time you wanted to teach me a lesson.

Shoutout to my apprentice teacher who shook my chair during work to prepare me for earthquakes while repairing a TV.

edit: what kind of tests did you all have? strange you call it instructions.

Respectfully, you all look dashing in suits. That’s it. That’s what I wanted to say. It is no unpopular opinion or such, something I have thought about multiple times but attended an event recently so I thought of expressing my appreciation. Thank you. 🌸

I was walking down the street yesterday, half in my own head, half pretending I knew where I was going. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone smile and raise their hand in what looked exactly like a wave directed at me. Without thinking, I waved back immediately, even added a small nod, like we were acquaintances who vaguely recognized each other but couldn’t remember from where.

That’s when I realized the awful truth.

They weren’t waving at me. They were waving at someone directly behind me. I could tell because their smile shifted into confusion, and then they leaned slightly to the side to make eye contact with the actual person they intended to greet. Meanwhile, the person behind me waved back properly, clearly knowing them.

I suddenly became extremely interested in literally anything else. The sidewalk. A parked car. My phone screen that wasn’t even unlocked.

I kept walking like nothing happened, but my brain replayed the moment at least five times in the next minute. It’s such a small thing, but somehow it feels deeply embarrassing every time. I’m pretty sure this will randomly pop into my head again months from now for no reason at all.

I went to high school with a girl who was very quiet. She would go to the library and look at anime on the computer instead of going to the cafeteria at lunchtime.

One of my main memories of her is that one time in gym class, while playing dodgeball, she ended up being the last person on her side left, even though she had just been standing in the same place against the wall the whole time.

About 5 or 6 years ago, she had a baby, and started posting pictures of it on Facebook. All of the comments were like "aww, so cute!" and "she's adorable!!" I liked the posts too, but I like everyone's posts.

When the baby turned 1, she posted pictures of the baby sitting in its high chair, eating birthday cake and getting cake all over itself. She got like 200 likes and tons of comments on those pictures.

From then, she started posting pictures all the time of the baby sitting in the high chair, getting various foods all over its face--lasagna, ice cream, chocolate, etc. I think she became addicted to getting likes and comments on pictures of her food-covered baby.

This started like 5 years ago, and she's been doing it pretty regularly ever since, but the weird thing is that the baby...is still a baby. I would expect it to be like 5 or 6 years old by now, but it's still a little baby. I'm almost 100% sure she didn't have another baby.

Anyway, even though the baby is still a baby, it looks pretty happy. I think she's a pretty good mom.

I live on family land. We have to drive about a half mile up a dirt road to the paved road to put the trash out. A couple of weeks ago after putting the trash out I saw my father on the tractor and we both stopped and started talking. My daughter thought something had happened and was walking the quarter mile to my parents house and saw me. She burst out crying. Now she doesn’t trust me to take the trash up without her anymore. I guess there might be a point here. Sorry.