Funny senior yearbook quotesc

I, (17M) had a S.A experience which I still haven't gotten over it till date ..
Just about 2 years ago, a mate of mine in the hostel Let's call him Ice was weirdly obsessed with me for some reason I don't know. We rarely talked of course because he didn't run in the same circles as I did. I don't know how this happened because we all grew up together though we weren't friends .
He is not the type of guy anyone would expect to do that .He has a gf, his cool friends gang and all that straight popular guys all do. While me in contrast is kinda the very opposite "not liked and outcasted by my mates due to weird rumors and plain homophobia not that " I am gay for the record".. So Ice basically did all kinds of shit like ogling, grope me repeatedly and then proceed to attack and belittle me at any chance he got that made me feel so fucking uncomfortable. At first I dismiss it as a mere joke that was untill an certain incident happened that he bullied me : "tore my bread into pieces in front of me" for no reason at all
I can't even explain all the messed up things he did and I don't know if you understand but everyday I woke up paranoid of what Ice will do next to me and played numb to all that.
Let just say I would have forgotten it if I didn't have to remember that "creepy ass smirk" he had all the time while ogling without shame or groping me. It kinda sent the message "I can do anything I want with you, and you can't do anything about it" and I hated to admit that he was right and I was totally helpless given my situation at large . Fun fact is that I thought I was delusional about the whole incident and repeatedly gaslighting myself that maybe this guy was just joking around or I am taking this way too seriously. That was until the bread situation!!
Funny enough he didn't even apologize. After that "tearing of bread into pieces" incident, he just stopped me that night to shake my hand..I don't know if that is bro code for apology . It's not about the fucking bread!! It is the fact of how weak and pathetic I felt when he did that and couldn't stand for myself cuz everyone else will support him .To rub salt into the injury my so called friends had a group meeting with me on how I should have stood up for myself and fought him. And what did I do to offend him so bad cuz the reaction was weird.
And in the evening when I made a promise to myself to stand up for myself in the future..Fate decided to played a cruel game with me that evening.
It was common for guys to go fetch water downstairs for the evening bath. I decided to help a junior friend of mine who was sick to do that. It was a long queue with junior guys. Normally seniors jump the queue for that but I decided not to ( Wrong choice by the way). And that got me trapped cuz Ice also happened to join the queue as well.. I tried jumping the queue to avoid him but Ice stop that and said of course the right thing to do is to lead by example and wait and the juniors agree with him. While we were both in the line and before I knew it. He started repeatedly groping me down my ass .. I tried turning back and signalling but no one of course noticed. That was until I stared him down with hate in my eyes and luckily that made him uncomfortable and he told the juniors to allow me to fetch my bucket and leave...... That made me realized that maybe I wasn't being delusional or overreacting and This guy is really doing all this on purpose. And waves of guilt and self hate flooded my mind and I hate myself for not protecting myself enough and be pathetic enough to be picked on like that
After I left that environment,I continue to obsessed about those stuffs until I saw him again for a moment which weirdly made me stop obsessing about it temporarily
And I can't tell anyone cuz I am afraid they won't take it seriously or just dismiss it. And I also come from a pretty very conservative country so you can only imagine.
I feel that I can't trust anyone really, the few people I told just plainly dismissed it as I am a guy and didn't really take it seriously.. Almost like I am overreacting which I knew I wasn't back then.
And back then I just wanted to tell someone, anyone but Alas I couldn't find the courage to even do that..
Even the option of therapy won't even solve that because I don't even believe in such and we'll it's not practiced over here by the way.
I still feel that I lost my innocence and can never be the same and I hold it against him but I am trying to forgive him for all that.
So any advice?

hi, im a 19(F) who in the past year has dealt with two ghosters who used to be my irl friends, but slowly begun to dislike me overtime for some reason - for this first ghoster, we will call them Apple and for the second ghoster, we will call her Banana for privacy reasons
so let’s start with Apple. i’ve been friends with Apple for 7 years (middle school-high school) and while we weren’t close close because of our different interests, we’ve gotten each other thoughtful and meaningful birthday gifts and talked on social media a lot — when we were seniors in high school, which was last year, after our winter break they had begun to ignore me on social media - we still saw each other irl so i thought nothing of it, but i still felt some sort of loneliness and lack of closeness from them. in may (last year) when we graduated, apple was still ignoring my messages so i decided to only text them every few months as to not bother them - around oct, i had checked one of our social media to see that they soft blocked me, and i assumed they had done so in the middle of summer sometime. they had also gotten into new interests within that time, something i actually knew about so that we could’ve had a convo - it never happened.
in nov, i had asked one of their friends if she knew how apple was doing, and the friend didn’t feel comfortable telling me (which i respected) so then on thanksgiving, i messaged apple for closure and an explanation in hopes of finally getting a response - still nothing. apple was even online, and completely ignoring and ghosting me. it really hurt me.
things soon took an invasive turn. in december, i had continued to respectfully ask apple’s other friends if they knew anything about apple ghosting me. they said no. i even offered to give one of them context via my text messages with apple, which i know now was a complete inappropriate move on my part, because even if i didn’t actually send them, i still considered sending them, which is wrong. i was desperate to find out the truth. apple unfriended me on social media for talking with their friend, but didn’t completely block me yet.
in mid january, our friendship ended. i was still feeling desperate and needing to know why apple ghosted me. so i messaged another one of their friends to ask if they knew anything about me being ghosted (i did not send anything personal). the friend had no idea but told me that they would show apple our conversation.
(i also put apple in my dni on my new social media account, made a sarcastic comment abt them ghosting me but also allowing them to message me if they wanted. i was feeling spiteful and annoyed at the time)
i soon got an angry, harsh message from apple.
the message was basically that i lost the right to know why they stopped talking to me (remember this for later), disrespected apple for wanting to share our personal information and relentlessly bothering their friends. (i do agree on that part and it is my fault, although i was very respectful when they all said they had no idea and i apologized to them all) — apple also said they didn’t ghost themselves from me, but rather distanced themselves from me — as they said, i agree that’s completely fine and normal - however, it becomes a problem when you don’t say you’re going to distance yourself from said person, because apple still had me added on other social media before that day, and apple gave me a heartfelt message in our yearbook (but I actually never got to write in theirs) - so ofc i got mixed signals
anyways, apple basically told me to get a life off my phone and that they will never contact me again. okay, i accept that (except the ‘go touch grass’ part that was uncalled for, but it was the heat of the moment so i understand their anger) — now, remember the ‘lost the right to know why i stopped talking to you’? - apple constricted themselves a few sentences later saying that they didn’t want to make a big deal ending a backboned friendship (of 7 years, mind you!), which im assuming implies that they never valued our friendship as much as i did. (ofc sometimes our friendship was rocky at times, but i always apologized in the end.)
one thing that makes me mad abt the message is that apple never took responsibility for their actions that begun all of this, never once replying to my messages and even knowing how much i was hurting from the closure message i sent them two months ago, they did not care about my feelings in the slightest - i know they said they would never contact me again, but at least think of the happy memories we had once before and once you’ve come down from your anger, take the responsibility as i did. but i guess i wasn’t worth it.
afterwards, i ended up breaking down and crying a few days later because the deserved hurtful message really made me feeling upset for weeks - I even vented to my own friends about the whole situation but idk i feel like some of them didn’t really care or just got annoyed with me because i did the invasive thing and probably still are so i felt like i couldn’t talk about my own feelings with anyone and take in my sadness alone
it’s been a few months since then so i’ve moved on from my first ghoster and i still don’t have many irl friends to this day, but i do wish them the best, even if we ended on a sour note. i’d say we were both at fault here, and it could’ve worked out had we just communicated and talk it out. but i suppose we’re better off and maybe we were just too toxic for one another. i am still sorry for everything that went wrong. i can only hope my first ghoster is too, deep down.
now to you all, i’ve told you mainly everything that happened without leaving any important details out. i wanted to share my mistakes with you and not keep it in the dark, because it’s important to own up to them. ik im just a throwaway account here, but i hope you can see where i was coming from, even if it was an unconventional method. i am sorry. i would really appreciate it if you guys don’t entirely focus on that part, but if you need to, i understand.
part 2 regarding my second ghoster will be up in a few days. if you’ve read this far, thank you very much. it felt good getting my feelings out to this community, i just hope you all will be understanding that. i may still make mistakes from time to time, but i will learn from them with each passing day. thank you.

For a little bit of background, I have been working in operations for around 5 years now. The past two were as a supervisor (which I loved and had great relationships with my crew.) I was promoted to manager over another operations area within the site in January.
This all happened a month before our annual shut down and I was forced to plan for an area I am totally unfamiliar with. I literally planned almost everything in under a month, was the only area to stick to our maintenance timeline, executed the most work in at least 5 years and had very few start up issues. I was actually given a very large spot bonus for all this today!
My issue is my operators. When I came over, I spoke with all my senior operators about feedback on jobs, feasibility with the schedule, and checked in somewhat regularly to make sure I wasn’t missing anything during planning. I valued their opinions since I didn’t have working knowledge of the area. The guys told me they appreciated having a say in what was going on.
I handed out daily agendas highlighting scheduled work, ordered extra tools/t shirts and even had a golf cart approved for the guys to use during the shutdown. But day one of our outage, it’s like a switch flipped, and they’ve been hostile ever since. I was told they described me as “annoying,” that they resent me as a “babysitter” and that they were going to “put me in my place.” Any time I questioned something that deviated from how they’ve always done it, even just trying to get a better understanding, I was told to stop “butting heads” and “trying to disprove” them.
My relationships with the guys has only gotten worse since then. For example, they came to me about a motor that is starting to bind up today. I agreed the maintenance work needed to be scheduled so it wouldn’t fail in the middle of the night. However, I asked if this was something that could wait another 1.5 weeks. Another part of the plant would be shutting down then, so we wouldn’t be limiting production. My operator yelled at me about how difficult I am to work with and that I never “listen” to them. The whole situation is almost funny because it’s so contradictory.
I hate saying this, but this is a very old school area of the plant and I feel like a lot of the pushback is because I’m a woman. If a man had asked the same question, they wouldn’t have had a problem with it.
But I don’t enjoy working like this. I’ve asked some of my peers about how they would handle it, and it’s a toss up to just apologize for whatever slight these operators think I’ve done and to give it time for these guys to adjust to me since they haven’t had a manager in so long.
How would you ladies handle this?

The Laundry Files is a series by Charles Stross. Heavy on the world-building, simple hook, plenty of weird stuff.
The central premise is that magic is a side effect of very particular types of math and the main character works as a senior civil servant in a department dedicated to occult espionage. Well, actually he’s a spy.
It’s got the funny, the weird people and weird events. Not quite urban fantasy, but close enough to try the first book at least!

I used to enjoy reading some of the crazy posts. Most are made up. Many don't belong as they are child parent arguments. I like the Florida Boomer doing crazy things. Now that's funny But it seems the sub has been taken over by a dark mean group. Many posters calling for the death of their parents. I had a poster try and make fun of the anniversary of my wife's death and called me a bitch. Calling for people with health problems to just go away. To drop a loved one off in front of a senior home and drive away. I use too love reddit, but it seems all the wacko who left Twitte X have come here to spread hate. Maybe Reddit will do something. Of course they won't Edit response: I made a joke On another sub about "the short bus" it seems I offend a few people. I won't try and defend my use of the joke but I can assure it was not direct at kids with disabilities however some of the community took it that way and for those I offended I deeply apologize. Now for everyone else. Boomer stuff should be funny, not mean. I busted my dad's balls to the end. He loved it and gave back what he could till his last breath. Same with my mom, we joked and insult each other but always and I mean always, with love. I deeply loved my parents and miss them everyday. I raised my kid with love, and though they are grown up with famies of their own we still talk daily. For the record my 10yr old grandson also make fun of my age. Like come on old man ya need me to help ya up or don't fall down and break a hip. It's hilarious 😂. My wifes passed away last year at the age of 61. Trust me when I say the people we love can be gone in an instant and too soon. Love them, care for them and always make them laugh. Life is too short and precious

1) Captain America is very political. He is a New Deal democrat, who is hurt to see how his government has been infiltrated. This is not something we see in the movies, other than some vague references to WW2. He is for the common people and the American dream. His motivation is carrying on the spirit of the founders. This is a clear, well-defined motivation in the comics. In the movies, all we know is that he hates how SHEILD is evil. That’s it? No commentary on how big billionaires are running the country and how poverty is ruling the states? No commentary on how there are basically no more truly patriotic citizens left in America? This is bare minimum.
2) Captain America realistically should’ve served as a father figure to Spider-Man, in the same way as Tony. Spider-Man has the highest level of respect for Cap, and he thinks of Tony as kinda a douchebag billionaire. They based their entire MCU relationship on the Civil War arc, which is such a weird decision to make.
3) Nomad was so underwhelming. In the comics, Nixon was so bad a president that Cap decided to abandon his identity and become Nomad. He mirrored the same sentiments of the vast majority of Americans. It’s truly one of the most heartbreaking moments in comicbook history. And his return to Cap was so satisfying.
In the MCU, why exactly is he wearing the Stars and Stripes again? Did Thanos’s snap suddenly make Steve regain patriotism in his country?
4) There’s no scene of Cap admiring how far America has come. No scene of his learning about MLK, no scene of him learning about Apollo 11, no scene of him giving remarks on how his old pal General Eisenhower built the highway ststem…Oh, but they instead show that he has a list of movies to watch. Yeah, I guess it’s really important that the audience knows that he watched Star Wars.
5) Steve is never shown interacting with plain people, as Captain America. I think this is really unfortunate. The closest we get are those super duper funny gym videos in Homecoming, where Cap obviously doesn’t want to be there. How about a scene of him giving a genuine lesson on American History? How about a scene of him simply being a good person and talking to a firefighter?
Steve is the kind of person to visit a senior home for veterans and talk for hours and share stories. That’s what I consider cool. But sure, a super duper badass Commando scene of him being James Bond and doing karate is what the average audience wants to see. They don’t want a movie that inspires patriotism, they want to see a Rambo flick
Edit: The exception to #5 is Sam Wilson, but I forgot to mention that doesn’t count. He is only there because he’s relevant to the plot later on

Dear Reddit,
I am a senior in high school, and I just finished all of my exams. From about 5 months ago, I started feeling extremely anxious whenever I opened my book and even just thinking about studying made me breathe in a funny way. I had panic attacks here and there where I felt like I was going to suffocate and had really bad anxiety issues throughout the last few months. As a result, I couldn't study properly for the last few months and I ended up scoring worse than I hoped to do.
Now that my exams are all done, I want to start studying computer science for a few weeks before university. However, I am still experiencing the same panic attacks which I thought were caused by my fear of messing up the final exams. What should I do? Will I have the same anxiety attacks forever?

Hello! I am asian american and 15 years old, a sophomore in high school, and today we just got out yearbooks for the school year.
To preface this conversation, my self confidence has been on a downward spiral recently as I notice more and more flaws about myself. This has been going on for a few months and my parents are aware of this. My mom, also understanding my struggles, has tried to help me be more positive; she even told me that I started to look prettier because I was happier. My father and I usually have a lot of conversation about my daily life and struggles where I have told him that I like honesty - which I guess I regret a bit now. However, he has told me that he has a high EQ and a great sense of social awareness, so I assumed that would apply to most cases. When I told him about my insecurities, he kept telling me to just "be confident" and that if an average looking person like me wasn't satisfied with my looks, then how could the ugly people live. Looking back, I understand his statement, but in my state of self loathing, I wouldn't let his words through. But still, after his "pep talk," I still kept degrading myself and would look sullen because of this. I would even cry everyday because of how much I hated my looks - both my parents knew somewhat of what I was going through. From time to time, my dad would also comment on my attitude since I was pretty negative during that time (I will admit, I was the AH during those encounters). Recently, however, I am glad to say that I am slowly recovering and experimenting with makeup to enhance my looks.
Sorry for the long FYI, on to the story. When he picked me up from school today I showed him my yearbook picture, and I joked how I kinda looked like a boy (the picture was taken at the beginning of the year, so I look quite different as my acne had cleared up). After saying that, he said how I should stop parting my hair and just put it up in a ponytail without a part. I will admit that this next part may be my fault, but I got a little frustrated and in an annoyed tone, I told him that I know I shouldn't part my hair (he had told me when I was feeling down) and that I can't change the past of when I took the yearbook picture. I also forgot to add that both my father and I are ill-tempered (like father-like daughter I guess). So when I was agitated, he got mad saying that since I showed him, he was going to say something and that he couldn't say nothing. He proceeded to throw the book to an empty seat and angrily drove off. For the rest of the car ride, we didn't talk.
When we got home, I was trying to be a better person (compared to before) so I called out to my mom, trying to hide my anger, for dinner. The moment my mouth blurted out a sound, my dad starts angrily scolding me, saying how he hated my attitude and that if I was so "amazing" why don't I make my own money and do my own things. He said that he and my mom had done so much for me as to attend a great high school and that they had keep working when they could've already retired. He noted that if I was in a family of 5 (referencing to one of our family friends) that no one would care about me. He said that he had spent countless nights unable to sleep thinking about my college app (which I truly am grateful for, but I never implied that I wanted him to do so much work. I will also note, he does go to the extreme, sometimes). He continued to rant about the same things and others along similar lines before he stormed out.
I ran to the bathroom crying. I had a panic attack which made me start to overthink. And I don't know if I'm in teh wrong.
More things I want to point out (sorry for writing so much) is that my dad always tells me how "he's not like other asian parents," and in a sense, he is different, but at the same time, I'm starting to wonder if he is a narcisist. Funny enough, he was the one who introdcued me to a youtube channel about dealing with narcisists (Dr. Ramani). I googled narcisist anger symptoms and other signs of narcisim and I guess they match up, for the most part. I also felt like he was gaslighting me during his rebuke, but I may also be victimizing myself.
I mainly just want identification on my situation and what I should do about it for the next 2 years before I go to college. (if you need anymore information I will gladly provide it).
Thank you! - I was in a rush, so I apologize for grammar or spelling errors.

There’s a girl I’ve been wanting to ask to prom for a while but we haven’t been talking for that long, I hear girls all the time talking about how uncomfortable it makes them to develop a friendship with a guy just for them to ask them out, and I don’t want her to think that’s the only reason I started talking to her, I really like her as a person I think she’s funny and I think she has a really nice fashion sense. The main thing for me is it’s my senior prom and I really want to bring someone with me other than just being in a group and 7th wheeling. And I want to tell her that it doesn’t even have to be a romantic thing, we can even just show up together and that’d be fine with me, I just don’t wanna ruin something nice but I need to decide now cause prom is in like 5 days and I’m stressin (Side note I’m like a solid 5-6/10 looks wise) I just really need some advice

It's funny that in the ranks of the "super racist" Britannian army there are so many dark-skinned characters, and in senior positions...
So maybe the briannians despise the Japanese not for being “Asians”, but because they lost without even trying to really fight with the knights of the empire, but after the “fight” they began to wave their fists and took up terrorism with guerrilla warfare? Simply put, the split between the subjects of the HBE and the inhabitants of the conquered Area lies in the conditions of the existing relations between the victors and the vanquished?
For example, if the losers were unable to accept defeat with dignity and engaged in a dishonorable war, including with the civilian population of Britannia, then the “eleventh” are not worthy of respectful treatment?..

Issues with boss, I am in NJ & they are in TN
I have a ton of issues with my lead. For starters, I’m on contract through an agency with the company I work with and I was told I’d be converted to the company fully back on 3/1 after being with them for a year. I was also called on my personal cell after work hours to be told this news and if I would accepted, in which I said yes. Every 1:1 with my boss since then he has been telling me that the offer is coming and we’re waiting on upper management to sign. I was in the office once and I asked one of his bosses if she has signed yet and she had no idea what I was talking about. Two weeks ago, my boss and I spoke and he said there is no offer anymore amidst the lay offs and I’m thinking there was never a verbal offer from upper mgmt ever to begin with let alone a written offer waiting to be signed considering I never even spoke to HR about pay or benefits. I thought that was very scummy.
Our 1:1s also get pushed back several times and/or just cancelled. Not like I really want to speak to him anyway, he’s very condescending and rude and is not self aware. I joined a 1:1 last week for a couple of minutes before he had to jet because he was getting another call and then the whole meeting was cancelled altogether because of their poor time management skills. I never get proper reviews back either again because of this and how they lack time management skills, but he will take it out on the team and threaten reviews and pays because the reason he’s behind is “we give him more work to do because we’re doing our jobs wrong” My lead is very bipolar a message went out at 1 PM that day telling us we’re killing it as a team and then he was on at 1 AM clearly having a manic episode of some sort telling us we’re doing everything wrong and in return they had to work all night could not get our reviews in and that affects our team funding and how we’ll pay for it in mid and end of year reviews (which doesn’t affect me considering I never got to sign with the company themselves so I get screwed over for bonuses anyway).
On top of that, if I want to use vacation days or sick days my lead makes me go through hell & back to even get it approved. If I call out sick, he calls me on my personal cell to make sure I sound sick and plays dumb and acts as if he didn’t see my e-mail to him, our scheduling team, and my agency. Also, proceeds to text me if I can log on to work.
Last week I broke my foot, of course this was a last minute medical emergency I needed to step out for and I said I’d stay on longer to get my work done and support the team. I again told the scheduling team, the agency, and my lead and I logged right back on after dealing with broken foot. They didn’t have anything nice to say like glad you’re okay all they said was log back on and to tell them ahead of time next time when I need to take off, as if I planned to break a bone.
During the 1:1s that don’t get cancelled they’re really inappropriate too. I will ask questions about my role and work and he will tell me things like that’s something I should discuss with an SME and I can talk subject matter with them even though my question isn’t about that. He only wants me to discuss what is going on in my personal life and I don’t really say much making it awkward. I am middle eastern and my lead will say things too like he doesn’t eat pork and a meal they made and asked if there was a Turkish equivalent meal (I am not Turkish) and asking me things if I will have a traditional wedding with traditional attire. I have an issue reporting this because they’re severely protected by being a diversity hire, a neurodivergent hire (they have said they have ADHD to me before), and I am not even fully at the company and they have seniority over me. (Wanted to add he also talks about other people on our team on our 1:1s)
He also text us things like “Happy Easter! Enjoy off tomorrow!” Followed later by “April fools!” On Christmas, he texted us “Hope you and your families are having fun and togetherness today. I talked to the big guy and I guess you guys can take off tomorrow, my treat...not Ike it's a holiday already 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂” later followed by “Woops today's Monday....so as the grinch would say....see you Tuesday”
I don’t find this funny at all messing with people like this. On the topic of messing with people, he never approves my timesheet and I have to remind to because he forgets and logging onto a different system to approve our timesheet for my other agency coworker and I is a hassle. Messing with people’s pay is insane to do as a manager. Cannot report to NJ labor dept because my agency releases my pay anyway if it gets accepted or not or another lead accepts my time sheet.
Not sure what to do in my position and case. I also am applying internally and they’re not supportive of it and I asked for support and they said if I don’t like the role I’m in I can leave. I don’t like the role I’m in, but I can tolerate it with a better lead. I just want to switch teams for a different boss.

My BF and I are upcoming Seniors in High school. Having been together since freshman year we normally do our best to communicate very well with each other. However we are still teenagers so dumb fighting is expected. I give my BF access to many of my accounts because I do trust him. About 3 days ago I was checking my Oogle photos to get a picture of my sister’s cat. And I see about ten pictures total (about five each) of two girls feet in his class that he took definitely without their permission. (Slight side tangent.) He has expressed to me very well that he has a foot fetish. While I accept him fully- I always feel uncomfortable taking pictures of my feet. Though I do try my best to do so when I’m in a headspace that I feel okay doing it. He is often very intent on having pictures even though I do my best to wear open toe shoes for him as long as the weather is good. I send him pictures every time I get new open toed shoes. I do understand that even with all of that it might not be enough but I’m working through my own body issues. (Back on course) i originally wasn’t going to say anything about them and had actually asked him to just delete them. However on Mother’s Day, I saw a funny video with the caption of “If he’s ever called you mommy then he owes you a Mother’s Day present”. So I sent it to him and he blew up at me. (presumably because the time in our relationship he did wasn’t a particularly good one for me because I didn’t want to be “mommy” and I didn’t like it. I wasn’t comfortable communicating then so i just took it and faked being happy with it. Until I did eventually come forward and say it was hurting me.) He got angry and started yell-texting at me. Accusing me of being malicious with sending the video. Now I rightfully was confused. But he kept getting angrier and angrier about it and said I was an a$$. Me being angry and definitely not in my right mind decided to tear into him about purposefully putting other girls feet pics into my picture saving account. However. I viewed it as him wanting me to get those color nails and then asking him why he wouldn’t just ask me to get them. Eventually he let it slip that he only took the pictures because he was horny and wanted to test me with the pictures. We ended up getting very heated and it was expressed that a break would be taken. I asked him a final set of questions. “Why? What for? Why would you test me with something you know would make me upset and uncomfortable?” and he dodged around it. So far this morning he has threatened to slap/punch me for asking the same questions just to get an answer. I don’t know if this is salvageable or if when he calms down we can talk or if this has to be the end of a very enjoyable relationship. We are normally very able to work things out and move past but if he’s not willing to admit he’s done wrong. What do I do? How do I approach this? I can’t ask for advice anywhere else because everyone I’ve asked is divided. Can someone at least give me advice?
Small update: I’m going to get my trusted teacher (i didn’t tell her about his threat as it could get him expelled)to meditate this eventually. and see how it goes. She gone through a very rough relationship recently and she has expressed that if we need her help she’ll give it. As well as she would lo to see us work through this but she would rather me be safe mentally and physically than to push me to reconcile. however hes saying he would rather talk without a mediator because he is insecure (about his like of feet???) b

Ayaw ko sana mag rant but I can't hold it anymore lalo na we paid for the yearbook and up until now di pa ni release. Then may threat pa dati if we can't pay certain amount kasi Set A, Set B yun eh so like bundle and we all choose B and if Di kami magbayad sa deadline before pictorial di daw kami maka graduate or akyat sa stage and yun nga wala pa rin until now and the funny part is that the school I've been to madami ng issue this year. Our juniors sa batch namin nag rereklamo kasi nag cocollect daw mga officer SSLG or student Council ng mga fines every room then di nila alam saan ginagamit. But before sana our batch do any move. I would like know what u guys think about this. Or any advice. Kasi I feel really frustrated for my juniors especially nung umalis batch namin medyo nagkakagulo na yung school.

today was mother’s day and tbh i didn’t think it’d be that much of a haul considering where i work is a sports bar and isn’t ideally where id take my mom out to. on sundays it isn’t that bad but recently one of the hosts quit so now i think there’s just 4 of us. understandably it’s hard to hire anybody considering what they’re paying isn’t good(even though everything on the menu is so fucking expensive). and one of the hosts can’t work sundays so there was just 3 to work w today. i came in 15 minutes after the other host and she left around 4 and usually i’d get off an hour later. and i was waiting for a while for another host to come- not really thinking about how there isn’t much else to work w. i looked at the schedule and they had me down working for 9 hours.
my last job was as a lifeguard and at first they had me doing 8 hour long shifts where i’d wake up early for a shift at 6:45 and be there till 1 or 2 idk. but then they hired more ppl and it felt like seniority wasn’t a thing(not that it needs to be), but they practically gave me close to nothing. they were giving me only 4 hours a week. and before i’d at least get closer to 20 hours. as a lifeguard i got payed a little over 20 dollars, but it doesn’t give room for savings for only 4 hours. i was thankful for not having to do such long hours from morning till noon but it felt like i came in for nothing. when i started working there i was a minor so technically they couldn’t put me on for 6:45 so at first my call time was 8 and then when they learned i was 18 they slowly started putting my shifts earlier. and they realized they could start putting me down for more than one shift a day. i understand how having one lifeguard working is dangerous but the way they did that and didn’t tell me what was going on left me in the dark and one day when i came in and my coworker told me i was late and that i was supposed to be there at 6:45, i cried in the staff room. and today i had a similar feeling except at the lifeguarding job id been there for 9 months and ive only been at my new job for a little over month.
i only took it cause i wanted to start new this year and i quit the lifeguarding job id been at for 2 years and thought it’d be nothing to get a new job and had gone on so many interviews from jan to march. so when this one came up i took it. i know people say you shouldn’t take a job you practically get hired on the spot for, but this case i really needed it and wanted it and funny enough i was hired on the spot for the lifeguarding job too.
i feel like exposing them for shits n giggles cause idgaf but the lifeguarding job did not gaf about minor labor laws. during the school year this 16 year old was working over 20 hours a week and it’s crazy cause they have a school rep sign something saying it’s ok for them to work and they at most will work 20 hours a week and idk about during the summer but they had that same 16 year old working 40 hours a week. i just know her savings look good. can’t relate unfortunately
today was tough. my manager kind of annoys me- i thought when i was getting interviewed that i’d barely have to talk to him when doing the job but he’s actually always around. it’s fine when he’s actually helping but sometimes he’s just in the way. none of the other girls complained so i thought i was just being a bitch and have been trying to suck it up. i’ve told him 3 times that i can’t take a shift on sunday mornings cause i have a class and i also put down my availability in our scheduling app.
the servers are still in high school and kept telling me to stop sitting people so me and the other host started a list but then the manager told me there’s no reason to do that and that if needed i could tell the bartender to take them. and when i did just that i got in trouble cause then one of the other servers was finishing some of her tables and she starts telling me that giving the bartender is also taking money out of my pocket- ik but even if it is the bar had been empty for majority of the day and no one wanted to sit there so if anything i’m an angel for giving him a table so he could get payed today too. and i don’t think it’s necessarily taking money out of my pocket cause i still clean up after his table either way. but the same server started to criticize me on the way i was setting a table and that i hadn’t gotten to clean off one of them even when i didn’t set the table that way. i waited a few minutes and then went to the bathroom to cry a bit. i couldn’t do too much cause id put on makeup and it’d be noticeable if i cried it all out like i did 2 years ago. then one host came in and another out. after that the restaurant gained a lot more traction. and at some point my manager slipped out and thought the busiest time of the day was the time to abandon us. i told the other host that i’d had enough of sitting people and asked if they could mostly do it for now and that i’d just clean up all the tables for now cause i apparently couldn’t do it right. i feel bad though and wonder how i could’ve stopped and made things better cause at some point the other hostess couldn’t do it today either. there was too many things for us to do and not enough of us to do it. it felt nice knowing i wasn’t the only one crying today. they had someone pick them up and i told them they weren’t alone and that i feel somewhat the same about today in hopes of making them feel better. what’s crazy that even though we are understaffed we have expanded our hours for the summer. not opening too early but having to close at 11 for some nights .
what also hurt me is that i had plans to do something for my mother on her day. i came home wailing to her saying sorry. but she’s the best mother a girl could have and was only comforting me and calming me down. i didn’t get much time with her today but we said tomorrow will be our day
i just don’t understand how i keep doing this to myself. yes my last job was a lot more freeing and i got more frequent breaks, but i felt like i was starting to out grow the environment and everyone i liked talking to started to leave. you can be a lifeguard as early as 16 so obviously every new 16 year old is going to immediately get that job. i liked some of the people that still worked there but i didn’t get that energy back. i had a crush on someone there but they definitely did not feel the same at all- wasn’t in to the idea of dating anyone at work anyway. at my new job people are a lot nicer and more welcoming. i didn’t feel that way at my last job.
also i got my last job because i had free time because i decide to be a running start student. i ended up fucking it up and not doing any of my homework for those classes. so me leaving felt like i had been letting go of the past in a way. and it worked out for me in a way i think. yes with all this new recent struggle, i had gotten into my dream school. i’ll be out of this fuckass state that ive been stuck in since 2016 and i will be in the city ive wanted to live in since i first visited.
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CW: Accidental Substance Abuse
Memory Transcription Subject: Novel, Kolshian Scientist and Self-Proclaimed “Gamer God”
Date {standardized human time}: October 19th, 2136
The elevator ride took a lot longer than I would have liked, my excitement and anticipation making it difficult to stand still. Ada’s room was almost at the top floor of the building — along with those of the other members of my herd — making it take a bit longer to get to than most of the other Humans’ I’ve visited while here.
Seems they are keeping the various tribes in their own groups. The fourth floor has the Germans, French, Polish, and Austrians, with a few Danes and Swedes mixed in. I wonder if they did that to keep the different tribes from fighting with ones they don’t like? Doubtful really, everyone seems to get along well enough, disregarding a couple jabs here and there. Probably just makes geographical sense to put them together.
My pondering was broken with a soft ding of the old elevator doors opening. I stepped out of the elevator quickly and took in my surroundings. There were very few humans milling about the quiet halls as they went about their business. One human with comfy-looking pelts had noticed me step out of the elevator and had frozen where they stood. After a short, yet still uncomfortably awkward moment, I gave a wave with one of my upper appendages and walked down a different hall.
A few moments later, I pulled out my pad to look at the message Sindre sent me.
Room 441, hailey and i went to get some stuff for the sesh. ada will be there in a bit. see you soon, {censored}
From: Sindre(Human)
I quickly typed out my own message.
Thank you! I’ll meet you there!
From: Me
Stowing the pad, I made my way there. Along the way I encountered several more Humans, each of which having some sort of reaction to my presence. Mostly just freezing in place or casting glances at me as I walked by. Some of them recognized me, either from when we baked together, or when I was in the rec room when the news dropped and gave me a wave in return. There was one case though when a Terran exited their room, saw me, and let out a noise I can only describe as a squeal before diving back into their room.
That last one confused me to no end, as I had never seen that reaction from a human before. I considered knocking on the door before thinking better of it and continuing down the hall to my destination.
How curious… I'll have to ask Ada about that human and why they ran away from me... Heh, prey scaring predators. Not so long ago, such a concept would’ve been seen as the ultimate goal, any real-world examples derided as only that of a dreamer’s fallacy, and yet now… I don’t think I like the idea so much…
I made a mental note to apologize to them if we ever meet again and kept walking, this time with my form hunched and my pace a little faster than before so I could avoid bothering the Terrans as much. It seemed to work, and the humans seemed to look away a little faster than they had previously.
Arriving at Ada’s door, though, I composed myself as best I could, straightening my back and taking a deep breath to calm myself. I knocked on the door a few times, only for it to open a slight amount. Cocking my head in confusion, I listened to the slight groaning of the hinges before I gently pushed it the rest of the way, the door creaking loudly in resistance.
The room smelled of wax and freshly harvested Othll bark, like I had just walked into the home improvement aisle of a store. Walking further inside showed me the source of the smell, which was a set of candles sitting on top of a nightstand in the corner… next to a fire alarm with the battery taken out.
That’s a little concerning… that can’t be safe at least. I should tell her to put it back in when I see her… wherever she is.
Looking around the room some more showed it to be quite unkempt, with pelts and other junk laying strewn haphazardly across the floor. Personal knick-knacks and picture frames sat on shelves and tables around the room, making the places feel a lot more homely than the other rooms I’d been in. A large TV sat on the other side of the room across from the bed, which had been recently used, going by the blanket on the floor and the pillows tossed about. Against the wall next to the bed was a large couch that had clearly seen better paws, the top layer peeling heavily and scattering the little bits of plastic covering everywhere.
Sitting next to the TV appeared to be some sort of Terran gaming console, complete with bright colors plastered across its many faces and with several different wires coming out of it. Far more than there should be, since part of the case it was in had been smashed to fit more cabling into. Tools, used wires, and broken plastic laid scattered next to the patchwork job.
Seems they really did modify it. Makes sense, since I doubt it would normally work on our systems at all… we should really put that fire alarm back in…
Just as I started walking over to inspect it, my lower tentacle caught something soft on one of the suckers. Looking down showed it to be one of the chest pelts Ada had been wearing the paw I met her. Closer inspection showed the whole floor was covered in discarded pelts, including some I had never seen before!
I let out a sigh as I looked around at the mess… I hope she doesn't mind if I cleaned up a bit.
And that's exactly what I did as I waited for my host to return. It did not take long for me to find the garbage can and hamper she used for her used pelts. While I worked though the piles, I took note of the stranger clothes I saw. Most of them were the regular chest pelts that I’d seen every human wear, but others were completely unique or otherwise somehow unusual.
One such example was what I can only describe as some sort of winter gear? It had a very intricate design on the front made of lace and a very soft interior made of a kind of purple fabric. What made it even more strange was that I found several of these scattered around the room, meaning that she was wearing these pretty regularly too!
Hmmm… perhaps it is meant to keep their ears warm? That would explain the strap on the back, as it would be meant to go under their chin. That doesn’t explain why she would be using it though, and to have so many! It must get cold in here when the A/C kicks in, I guess. This place is really old after all.
Either way, they went into the hamper. I left the tools where they were, in case they belonged to different people, but everything else went straight into the trash. The whole process was pretty exhausting, but the room ended up looking much nicer than it had before!
Just as I finished bagging up the garbage can, the door gave a loud creak as Ada stepped in wearing some pretty comfortable-looking pelts similar to the ones she had been wearing a few paws ago, pink prey head slippers and all.
A few {seconds} pass as she starts pulling out clear totes full of what I assume to be her things before I break out of my confusion and flick her a tail wave.
“Hey Ada! Whe-”
“AAAAHHH!!!”
She screamed as she stumbled onto her back, causing me to drop the bag and jump in fright. We stared at each other for a moment before Ada spoke up.
“Nov’?! What the fuck are you doing in here?! You weren't… ya Allah, you scared the crap out of me!”
My arms and tentacles raised up in a pleading gesture after I realized what I did. “S-sorry! I-I thought you would see me! And Sindre said to meet you here? F-for the games?”
Ada took a few more moments to calm down on the floor, but eventually, she stood up and took a few breaths. “You’re fine, squiddie… Sindre didn’t mention how close you were so… oh well, doesn't matter I guess. Uh, what’s in the bag you got there? Also… where are all of my clothes?”
At her observation, I picked up the trash bag and held it up for her to see. “Well… your room was a bit of a mess, a-and you were gone, so I did a bit of… cleaning? Nothing major, just throwing away some trash and putting the pelts in the hamper.”
“Oh, well, thanks Nov. I was gonna get to that befor-” Suddenly she stops herself mid-sentence. Her eyes widen as she casts her forward-facing gaze over to the pelts’ bin.
For some reason, the human's usual light brown features darken considerably with a crimson bloom. Ada turned to look at me, and I gave my best happy expression I could muster to put her at ease. This time, the human's face twisted into an obvious forced snarl before she gave up, running a hand down her face.
“Novel, j-just a heads up for the future, it’s considered rude to go through someone's room and touch their… pelts without permission. They are, um, quite personal belongings, and we don’t let other people touch certain ones. Fuck, uh, don’t tell the other two about this either. It would be, eugh…” Ada’s snarl gets larger as she looks back to the hamper, the crimson still blooming across her face. My tail flicked curiously as I looked between her and the pelt basket.
How peculiar… Hailey seemed just fine with dumping all sorts of pelts on me when she was showing them off. Perhaps that's because she studies it, so in that case it’s seen as okay? Maybe it has more to deal with how I came in here without her supervision? Predators are known to be territorial in the wild, and the Humans seem to be that way as well with their many borders. Letting someone into your ‘territory’ must be a pretty personal thing in the first place. Which would mean that she must be upset that I just walked in here and started messing with things! Speh!
A tentacle reached out, or up I suppose, to Ada’s shoulder while my tail signaled my sincerest apologies. “I-I am so sorry, Ada. If I knew, I would have never touched anything! Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone! Do you want me to… put it back the way I found it?”
The human seemed to find my appeasement worthy as she let out a quiet laugh. “No, Nov’, you’re just fine. Thanks for cleaning up too, I guess; I was gonna do it myself, but oh well… not something we need to talk about.” She lets out another laugh as she walks over to the modified console and grabs a controller.
Yet, before she could get a word out, there was a sharp knock on the door, followed by it swinging open to reveal the last two members of our herd. Sindre came in first, carrying several different bags filled to the brim with snacks of all varieties. He gave a simple head nod and rushed over to the table by the TV to deposit his haul, dropping a few on the floor in his haste.
Hailey walked in right behind him with a plastic grocery bag over her shoulder filled with many different colored bottles of drink and a tray of small dark-brown squares covered in plastic wrap. Her free hand gave us both a wave while she walked to the table in a much calmer manner, at least when compared to her compatriot.
We both gave our own wave in return while I spoke up. “Hey guys! Welcome! What did you get from the kitchen?”
Hailey set her things down on the table. “Not much. Some dried fruit, chips, cookies, soda, juice, and even some fresh brownies someone made! I assumed they were for the taking since they had a few trays sitting out to cool down, but we didn’t really have time to ask since we kinda rushed up here. Oh, and the kitchen stinks to high hell for some reason. Might have to tell Emmanual about that.”
My head tilted curiously at the information as Ada and Sindre moved the couch over to where I was standing. Once it was in place, I took a seat at the opposite end from Hailey. “Well, I’m glad you got what you wanted! Do you mind if I take one of those, uh, brownies?”
She gave me a hand wave as I reached over and undid the plastic wrap around the treats. They were still quite warm from the kitchen! I took a small bite out of the corner to get a taste of it, only to then gobble up the whole thing in one bite.
This is amazing! It’s like strayu but… richer? With an almost cough medicine aftertaste mixed with that strange spice? Such a strange and yet fascinating combination!
“Such a weird taste… but definitely a good one! Are there any more downstairs?” I asked while covering my mouth as best I could for the sake of manners.
She took one herself and took a small bite. “Yep, at least a couple more trays from what we saw. Though I bet most of those will be gone once word gets around.”
My head nodded solemnly as I picked up another.
Might as well enjoy them while we can!
Ada walked over to me and flicked the space in between my eyes with her fingers. Her other hand passed me a human game controller before taking a seat right next to me. “Save some for us, ya green goblin! Pretty sure we’re meant to share those!”
The humans let out a soft chuckle while my face warmed in embarrassment. Luckily, they didn’t stay focused on it for long before she pointed to the controller. “So, do you need help with that? It’s not exactly built for you.”
Moving it around in my appendages was more than enough to prove that fact, but I tried to give her a dismissive tail wave while sitting down. “Don’t worry… I should be able to make this work…” I said while using all four of my limbs to hold the piece of plastic. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it’ll do the job for now.
“Not the first time I had to do this. There are a lot of different species on Aafa, and some of them have very strange, uh, manipulators… you just have to get used to it.”
There may not have been a lot, or really any other species in my home town, but that college certainly did. Me and Cloyta used to hang out with a few different herds whenever we had the time. That Tilfish remote was an interesting experience to use. Having to use smells to figure out a puzzle in a game like it was normal was really something else.
The TV and console suddenly turned on with a bright flash as Sindre held out a remote towards them both. He used his controller to navigate to a menu on the system to reveal a vast collection of Human games. I grabbed my pad out of my pack to translate some of the games as Sindre scrolled by.
Doom of Kevsar, Helldivers: Super Dating Simulator, Papa’s Pizzeria, Skyrim 2… all these seem fine, I guess. At least not super violent like I thought… A good sign!
Sindre spoke up first as he continued to look through the archive. “Anyway, we were talking the other day about which game to show you first, but we couldn’t agree on what would be the best showcase. So instead of one game voted in from all of us, we are each going to show you a game we think you’ll like best. Sounds good?”
My tail thumped against the back of the couch in acceptance. “Yup! That actually sounds really great! Get to see a wider spectrum of human ‘entertainment!’ Who’s going first?”
“Sindre is…” Hailey speaks up in between bites of her confection, “His system, his pick… still think it’s a dumb fucking game though.” He says as he stops his scrolling and arrives at a very brightly colored preview with several… Humans? Human-like creatures in what look like Dossur vehicles?
He presses a button to select the game as a grin grows on his face. “Hey, Mario Kart Galaxy 3 is a classic! You’re just mad because you’re bad at it.” Sindre turns his head to me while Hailey leans forward. “You’ll love it, I swear. Really shows off the real Humanity we have to hide from you guys.”
“That's for a good reason, you dolt. But it’s your choice…” Hailey said while wiping her hands on a napkin.
I hoped he was right as some cheerful music started playing.
{Memory Transcription Time Advancement: 19 Terran standard minutes…}
Sindre was right! This is fun!
The upbeat music continues to play as I make another turn around a corner, drifting a little to build up some momentum. The ‘Birdo’ creature in my ‘Kart’ does a little dance as I time it right and get a small speed boost, sending me further down the multi-colored track.
“Hmmhmmmhm, hmhmhmm~.” I tried my best to hum along to the music as I continued with the race.
I never would have thought that a racing game could be interesting. Cloyta and I played a few when we were much younger, but they seemed slow in comparison. Usually had a goal at the end as well, like delivering some fruits to a market, or maybe trading on spacefaring merchant vessels in the more complex ones.
It was super fun though! Competing against each other felt a little off, but I wrote it off as a Human cultural thing. A way of bonding, as with most things for them it seems. Other than that, I found the racing to be a lot of fun! There was so much going on, and yet it somehow managed to really keep you aware of everything going on at all times.
A projectile here, a fruit peel trap there, there was so much to think about that I almost forgot to pay attention to the humans! Which, if I weren’t here to study them, might have been a good thing. There were times the competitive nature of the game seemed to draw something else out of them, something I hadn’t expected.
It was… well…
“If I run into one more fucking banana, I will kick you down a flight of stairs and jump on your head from the top step!”
“How the hell did that hit ME!? Broken fucking hitboxes in this shitty ass game!”
“GET YOUR CRUSTY TOAD ASS OFF ME BEFORE I RIP YOU ASSHOLE TO ASSHOLE!!!”
…intense.
My enjoyment of the game seemed to be pretty one-sided unfortunately. Even by the already high standards of the Humans’ previous banter, this was truly something else. While I was still learning the game and slowly climbed up the leaderboard, the Humans all led the herd by taking the top 3 spots every time. They were so close together in some of the races that it was nearly impossible to tell who would win until the last moment, making their yelling even more vicious and bloodthirsty.
There were times I thought they were about to get physically violent with each other once it got to the final lap, but thankfully, it never came to that, aside from maybe some light pushing. Their… banter? Fighting? Uh… verbal abuse towards each other made learning the game a lot harder too since every time I tried to ask a question, my voice would get drowned out in all the yelling. They did show me the basic controls before we started, but it’s a little hard to ask for pointers when your coaches are threatening severe bodily harm against each other.
As I drifted around another sharp turn, my mind wandered back to what Sindre said when we’d first started:
‘Really shows off the real Humanity we have to hide from you guys.’
Was this supposed to be the ‘real Humanity’? I sure hope not… I think I’d prefer if they actually came to blows instead of continuing this barrage of foulness they are constantly spewing. They don’t even seem to be enjoying it! They have to be doing it for a reason… right?
I continued to think as I continued down the track and finished my second lap. The argument was starting to build up again as the stakes started to rise.
“Oh, yeah, of course you get a red shell in 2nd and I get fucking bananas in 3RD! Gotta love this piece of shit game!!” Hailey shouted, leaning forward like she was about to pounce on the TV.
“Not my fault you can’t aim for shit, dumbass! Just throw better!” Sindre quipped back.
“How about I throw you out a five story window?! I mean, I would if your fatass wouldn't snap the floorboards if I tried!” Ada finished it as he gave her an aggressive shove with his shoulder.
Yet, unlike how I expected, she didn’t push back. That's what makes this all so confusing! Each time they antagonize each other, the other person does it back, and they just stop! Their words sound like they mean it to hurt, and their actions reflect that… but they aren’t acting on it.
Hmm… the ‘real Humanity’, huh… Maybe I’m approaching this the wrong way? Something less about who the Humans are, so to speak, but more how they feel? They’ve been awfully emotional in every interaction I’ve ever had with them… Aggressive, too, admittedly. Maybe… maybe this is a way for them to vent some of that aggression safely? Around people they really trust with a game you can complain about, but demands too much attention to leave them to do more than yell at each other? Things have been rather… stressful, lately.
My tail thumped a few more times against the dilapidated couch, sending a few more puffs of stuffing into the air. The theory kind of lined up with what I knew, but I was here with the primary source for a reason, after all. I would just ask them, but…
“I am going to FUCKING DEEPFRY THAT FUCKING MUSHROOM {Ass Violin}!!!”
They were busy.
They seem pretty angry… but if it helps them deal with their stress, then I am just fine with it. I’m glad they are getting through it in their own… ‘special’ Human way.
In any case, it was still better than damming it all up until it overflowed and someone really got hurt. Safe in the knowledge that the Humans (probably) wouldn’t actually attack each other, I just resolved to focus on the game instead. The third and final lap was coming around, and things were starting to ramp up even further. The Humans’ false violence got even louder, and coupled with the occasional and really rather distracting limb shooting out and the rapidly intensifying music, my poor heart was not in the best condition as our racers closed in on the finish line.
But then, all of a sudden, something very strange happened. The Humans simultaneously began to curse louder than ever before, screaming and wailing as an odd blue indicator flashed along the top of the screen, indicating some kind of blue spiky ball rapidly approaching us from behind. All three of them illogically slammed on the brakes, clearly trying to dodge the oncoming projectile, but it was to no avail. The ball flew right past my ‘Kart’ and struck the center of the tightly crowded humans, unleashing an explosion of blue fire that stunned all three.
Allowing my Kart, driving at maximum speed in hopes of any shot at outrunning the projectile, to shoot right past them and cross the finish line first.
Wait… what?
A brief silence hung in the air at what just happened until my arms went up in the air
“Hey, look! I won! Hehehe! I didn’t know I would get so lucky on my first try! Is that sort of thing… common…?”
I stopped my celebration as all the Humans were giving me very intense looks with their stares. They lacked the familiar friendliness most Humans looked at me with, but instead seemed much… angrier.
Speh, right. They are still mad from before, and now I just beat them at their own race… O-okay, they don’t mean it, they are upset and need to let it out. Just have to get through it.
Seeing what was about to happen, I curled in on myself and braced myself for the barrage of verbal slurry coming my way. A moment passed as I waited for the insults to fly but… they never came? Opening an eye revealed the Human’s expressions had changed from fury to…
Amusement?
“You alright there Nov’? You’re shaking pretty bad… Was that too much?” Ada asked in a quiet voice while patting me on the back roughly. It took a moment for my brain to catch up before I could speak again.
“O-oh, uh, sorry, I thought you all were going to… yell at me? Like you did with each other?” My voice was a little shaky as I unfurled myself.
All of the Germans seemed to wince a little at that. “Yeah… fuck, sorry about that. Mario Kart is a pretty rage-inducing game. Shoulda thought about that beforehand.”
My tail attempted to signal calm while trapped behind me. “N-no, it’s fine… I did learn a lot actually. It was fun too, besides the yelling part. Um, can we move on though? I think I’ve got enough out of this one.”
Sindre exits the game with a nod while the others let out deep sighs. “Yeah, sorry Nov’. It’s one of the most popular party games Humanity ever made, so I figured it would be a good one to show you. Next is… Ada’s pick… we sure we should do this one?”
The woman turned her head to look at Sindre. “Positive. They have a vegan option in the settings, so it’s not going to get us arrested or anything. Plus, it's a cooperative party game! Feds seem to love that whole ‘herd’ thing, and Nov’ liked the last one so I’m sure it’ll be fine!”
She gave a dismissive hand wave before turning back to me. “It’ll be fine, really. I played this game as a kid all the time, no need to panic, right?” She seemed a little worried at the end of that sentence, so I tried to put on a brave face.
“S-sounds great! What’s it about?” I mentally chastised myself for my stutter and reached towards the table to grab another pastry. “Ahem. There’s nothing predatory in it, right?”
She grabs one herself and a glass of an orange fizzy drink. “Nope, none at all! Just some harmless cooking with your friends! You’ll love it!” Her enthusiasm helped me calm down as the game started booting up on screen.
Overcooked 5: Season of Seasoning.
Looks cheerful at least. Cooking is fun too… It’ll be fine, yeah.
I took a bite out of my brownie as the game's main menu music started to play.
{Memory Transcription Time Advancement: 23 Standard Terran Minutes…}
You know… I think I get it.
A soft relaxing track played in the background as the four little chefs on screen ran around doing various tasks needed to keep the kitchen functioning, like preparing vegetables, or washing dishes. A timer at the top of the screen was slowly counting down while a little ‘onion’ next to it with a Human face rambled on about something or other.
Orders start coming in quick, and all of us get to work in a flash… or at least, all of us SHOULD be.
“Can you three stop licking the dust clouds in the vents and actually do something to help me, PLEASE?!”
A trio of Human giggles was my only response as I leaned forward in concentration.
This game. This brahking game. They should use this for testing for intelligence like those quizzes we took back home, since clearly some people go brain dead trying to do literally anything that isn’t getting in my stars-damned way, or otherwise waste valuable time by huffing the gas coming off the stove!
Finishing up one order of seaweed wraps and lettuce salad, I tried to get back to the kitchen, but was immediately blocked by… a plate on the floor.
“WHO-!! Why is there a plate on the floor?! The counter is literally right there! It’s such a simple job to-” A ding rings out, showing several new orders that needed to be filled. The timer started flashing red as we reached the one ‘minute’ mark.
A deep, frustrated growl builds in my throat, causing my Humans to laugh for some reason, incensing me even further! We all get to work in completing the last orders, however. Things were going well as the Terrans seemed to (finally) get it together to actually make some good food. Sindre had just finished cooking the rice while Ada chopped the carrots. Me and Hailey were putting everything together on the other side and sending it through until—
“Is, oh my stars, did you guys really send over raw rice?! It’s not even partially cooked!! Are you all a bunch of mountain dwellers? Do you eat your dry grass with a side of brahking pebbles and pond scum?! Cook it again!” I threw the rice back, hitting Sindre in the back of the head with the pile of rice, causing his character to fall over with a cartoonish thunk sound effect.
The Germans laughed loudly at the scene, which made my face heat up in frustration. The timer was running short as we waited for the rice to actually be cooked this time.
“Nov’, I, haha, I’m sorry. I’ll get it done this time, have mercy! I thought the last one was done so I-”
My head turned just enough for my eye to be focused solely on the pale Human. “IT WAS BRAHKING RAW!! There's a bar at the top that tells you! Do you need eye surgery?? Can you even pass a driving test??”
More laughter.
“AND STOP LAUGHING AT ME!! IT’S NOT FUNNY!!”
A ding came from the pot to signify it was done. Ada immediately took it out and walked over to the counter to pass it.
“Perfect, now just- what are you doing?”
She wasn’t passing it over. Instead, she was charging up her throw way more than she needed to. I was just about to say something as the clock flashed brightly ‘till she threw the rice at full force.
Directly at my little chef. The rice beamed directly off the side of my character's head, sending me flying away from the plate and sprawled across the kitchen floor as the rice landed gently on the ground.
“ADA!!!!!”
The countdown is drowned out by the humans erupting into laughter as I desperately try and recover. Yet, just as I make it to my feet, the countdown reaches zero, and the mission ends. Defeat fills my chest while the onion man does a little dance to tally up our points.
49600… only two out of three stars…
It’s over…
I slumped against the back of the couch, fury and betrayal stirring in my chest while the predators laughed to each other for several moments. Their raucous, howling laughter eventually started dying down, at least enough for them to actually say something to me.
“Nov’, come on. It’s just a game. I’m, hehehe, I’m sorry okay? We were just having a little fun is all.” She ran her treacherous hands down my back in an effort to calm me, to little effect.
“Dumb game. Stupid… start the next mission…”
She chuckled a bit. “Maybe we should play a different game. You don’t seem real happy playing this one.”
That made my tail flick in light amusement though the frustration. “Now you sound like my Dad…” My anger at the game started to fade more and more, replaced with a growing sensation of guilt. ”I-I think that’s a good idea. Um, sorry about that.”
She removed her hand, but kept her eyes on me and the gooey trail now stringing from her hand. “Eugh… hey, you’re fine. If you can deal with us screaming at each other, then we can handle your little squeaks.”
The other two smiled and nodded in agreement while I looked at her in confusion, feeling a little offended. “My… squeaks? But, um, thank you... W-what's the next game? Hailey’s turn, right?”
On cue, she brushes her mane to the side and starts scrolling down. “Yes, actually! Unlike these two walnuts, I actually picked a relaxing game. A classic. An art piece~” Her hands did a slight flair, yet I remained unmoved.
“Hailey, that's what the other two said too. While those games were… fine, I wouldn’t call them ‘masterpieces.’ Are you sure about this one?” I asked while grabbing another brownie.
I keep eating these things, but I just feel more and more hungry… weird…
The Humans chucked as she selected her game. “Hey, have a little faith in me. I haven't met a Human alive that can say this game is bad. Just watch!”
A flash came from the TV as the game's title came into view.
Minecraft: Anniversary Edition.
“We’ll use one of the worlds we were playing on back on Earth so you can get an idea of what it’s really like. And, uh, make sure it's peaceful too, just in case.”
I took a bite of the treat and settled into my spot, preparing myself for whatever was to come.
{CONTINUED INTO THE COMMENTS}

Warm, cute, funny, open lady looking for her permanent +1 in Los Angeles County and maybe beyond.
Please be age 48 or older.
I’m a senior member of Generation X. As might be expected, I crave comedy, true crime, eating out, and hanging out in person with like-aged people. I’ve spent most of my life on spiritual pursuits, reading, alternative music, and pursuing travel.
YES: Committed relationship! IRL only.
NO: married; ENM; throuples; casual (FWB; FBs); long distance relationships; online-only relationships.
Hope to hear from you soon!

I love to try and figure out the moment the mc's fall in love in a book (if it's not stated) as its usually before they consciously realize it. I've been rereading Funny Story and I definitely think Miles falls first. When do you think he's in love with Daphne? When is she in love with him? I personally am starting to think he was in love with her at the Senior Prom, but think it could be earlier than that. I'm starting to wonder if it was during their first beach scene when they take the selfies and he decides he is going to convince her to stay and "fall in love with Waning Bay" by being her own personal tour guide. For Daphne, I think she's in love with him during the secret beach scene, where he takes her after her dad leaves, and carries her into the water.
What do you think?

Sorry for the long post, theres a lot of context
Okay, so right off the bat I was 18 when I got married. My husband (19 at the time) and I knew each other our whole lives and dated through high school. We were long distance and saw each other in real life about 5 times, and we always video called and texted. We had gotten engaged beginning of my senior year. I was over the moon.
Until my parents found out our plan. They didn't know we had planned to be wed before my husband left for basic training for the military. They were against it, and we missed out on over $3000 because they didn't want me married at 17. I would still be finishing high school while my husband to be would be in training.
So I didn't worry about it. We had then planned for my husband and I to get married in May when he got back from all of his training. It was going to be a small affair since we didn't have much disposable income.
The plan was to get married the day after my older cousin got married because I didnt want to take away from her special day she's been planning for 3 years. (I know, cutting it close, but we couldn't get married any other day because my husband would have to be at his duty station the day after)
My cousin was furious with me over this, even though we weren't having a huge wedding. I understand she has a right to be upset, but she called me all sorts of names, and said that I was just a kid and that I'm not responsible enough to be married. She also mocked my idea to be a homemaker, and said I was setting back feminism because of this plan I had with my husband. She told me to not speak to her until I changed my date or canceled getting married. At the time I couldn't change that date.
So during my husband's training, he was pushed back about two weeks. This means we wouldn't be "ruining." my cousins wedding. I told her about the date change and extended the olive branch to say she and her family were still invited.
I didn't expect a big wedding, but my family stepped up and gave me a bridal shower, and a giant wedding. My village was incredible and I love them so much. Now the bridal shower was fantastic, the only thing I wouldve changed was that I got a more white dress to wear that day.
Now the week after my bridal shower, my cousin was supposed to get married. The day came and my parents left for the wedding even though I had been invited too. (I didn't want to go because I felt it would cause drama.) They came back and asked me to come on the back porch with them. They informed me my cousin had been cheated on 3 days before her wedding by her fiance. The affair was a couple of years old, and she was devastated and rightfully canceled her big expensive wedding.
I would call this karma, but I don't think she deserved this at all. No one deserves to be cheated on. That man is for the dogs. I didn't reach out to her, because I thought she would think I was gloating or being rude to her in her hard time. (I wanted to say I was so sorry this happened to her and that I would help her with anything she needed.) I know recovering people pleaser, but I felt so awful for her.
My last dress fitting with my incredible grandmother who hemmed the dress and added small details to it, my grandfather asked if I was sure if I wanted to get married. I of course said yes but it was odd he asked 2 weeks before the wedding.
The day before my wedding was my high school graduation. I walked the stage and got my diploma, and my dad said "thank you closing this door before opening a new door." Meaning he was happy I finished school before moving on to marriage. (Which was the next day so I'm not sure why he mentioned this.)
My uncle was in town for the wedding, so night before he pulled me aside and told me, "if you have second thoughts, feel free to tell me, I'll get you out of here, and everyone will get rid of the crowd." I didn't know my family was this protective until all this happened.
The day of my wedding was a blurr in the beginning because i got sick. As I'm releasing last night's dinner into the toliet, someone calls me about a pasta salad. I listen and she tells me that she's sorry, she might be late because HER DAUGHTER WAS IN THE HOSPITAL THE NIGHT BEFORE. She was my best friends mom, and I told her she didn't have to make the pasta salad if she was sleep deprived. She said she was doing it so I made she to tell her it was delicious because it was.
The wedding happened, and it was perfect. Besides the fact we had a dry wedding and everyone, and I mean everyone brought booze in their cars. I was having fun, talking to everyone, and I saw they set up a baseball game in the field beside our wedding pavillion. (All the guests brought clothes to change into because I knew the kids would get dirty at this park and I'd rather them be in play clothes then nice clothes to help out the parents)
I walked up in my long wedding dress, took off my sandals, and walked up to the plate. I hit the ball and ran the bases in my white wedding dress. I played softball for 11 years, I wasn't missing that. I don't regret it, especially since it was so fun, and I was only going to wear this dress once.
We were leaving for our wedding night, and I was stopped by an aunt that would be living an hour away from us. courses said if I needed anything or something went wrong she was an hour away. This of course made my husband skeptical because he would take incredible care of me. (And has.)
Now we went to my in laws because our duty station was 30 minutes away. (I forgot to mention a fourth of my things from my parents house was in the back of my husband's truck because haul didn't have a pull along trailer.) We lived in a tent in the woods by their house because of father in law didn't want to hear any noises. Which fair honestly lol. We went to get my military ID and found out I needed an ID. I didn't get a driver's license because I didnt have a need to. I always took the bus and didn't have a job.
This took a week, and we had to stay in the tent while waiting for the military ID. The week turned into a month an a half because housing took forever.
During our stay, my in laws had been babysitting my husband's two younger male cousins. They were a blast but could be a lot at times. Half way through our stay, our in laws housed their cousins family for a week. This means there were 11 people under one roof. With one bathroom, and a broken septic tank. (This is how I got my first ever uti because I decided to start peeing in the woods in the middle of the night a lot of nights.)
Everyone was a little on edge, and my husband and I decided that we would live in the hotel on base while waiting for our house. We spent a month in this hotel, but it was a lot more peaceful. We finally got housing after a month, and moved in right away.
Now almost a year later, I am happy to report I have a wonderful husband, a sweet puppy, and have funny scenarios to tell my children someday because of what happened while planning my wedding, the day, and my honeymoon.

I am not The OOP, OOP is u/lolfuckno.
This post was originally posted to weddingshaming.
There was already a BoRU post by u/autochthonouschimera, which didn't include the last update yet.
TRIGGER WARNING: cheating, child neglect, extreme entitledness, talk of abortion
MOOD SPOILERS: infuriating, confusing, frustrating
The new update at the bottom of this post has been marked with --- ---
Original story was posted on December 7, 2021
Okay, so this girl I know from high school is getting married. We're both 22, for reference. In our senior year of high school she got pregnant, with baby daddy A who will be referred to as Adam. Her super conservative parents kicked her out and she ended up moving in with a friend's family. She barely graduated high school. The only reason she did were because of the generosity and support of our teachers and students who volunteered to help her, which is how we met. We were in the same law class in the morning and she had the worst morning sickness that really affected her ability to be in class. So, I took extra notes for her, tutored her, and brought her her stuff if she hadn't come back by the bell. I wasn't the only one who did stuff like this for her and I know she really appreciates all the assistance we gave her. She had the baby a month after we graduated.
She'd signed up for a 911 dispatcher course for after high school because where we live it's a good steady job, with opportunity for certificates and promotions. But she didn't realize how intensive the course would be and had to drop out. She started working at a grocery store bakery, just until she had a better plan. Adam started an apprenticeship while working part time at a hockey rink, and proposed to her literally the day of her eighteenth birthday, and brought up marriage because "it's the right thing to do" (I don't really agree with that but this isn't about me) and she was always refusing.
She started cheating on him after a while (we're all 19 now), and eventually leaves him for another guy because... She's pregnant again and it is far more likely that this guy, baby daddy B who will be referred to as Brad, is the father of the child. Neither of them can afford lawyers so getting any kind of custody agreement is a mess, and then their parents got involved and they did 50/50 split (still not made official). She has the baby, that does turn out to be Brad's, and everything is okay for about nine months, when she finds out Brad has been cheating on her with his TA. Brad decides to pay child support but doesn't really want contact with the kid, only around holidays and one weekend a month for his parents' sake.
She moves back in with her parents (we're all 20 now) who only accept her back because there's grandchildren around. On the plus side, (when she's 21) she gets to take that year long dispatcher course, and passes with flying colours!
After working as a dispatcher for a year (we're all 22 now) she meets a police officer we'll call Chad, who's 26 and married... And Adam's second (?) cousin (I can't remember how they're related, just that Adam and Chad are related somewhat distantly). She has an affair with him (infidelity is super common among cops apparently). She gets knocked up, his wife divorces him, Chad proposes because "it's the right thing to do", she accepts, and her parents kick her out again for being a [insert expletive here], she moves in with Chad with her two kids. They've started planning the wedding, which... Given the background is something akin to a dumpster fire. Adam is LIVID. He was desperately in love with this girl and hasn't really recovered from what she did to him, and while she rejected his proposals years ago, she's accepted one FROM HIS COUSIN WHO PROPSED FOR THE SAME REASON HE DID.
Adam has basically made a call for loyalty in the family, dividing everyone one who should go, who should give money, etc plus they're having trouble planning anything because of COVID. Her parents have outright said that they're not going, along with half of her family, and her younger sister has been going around and sabotaging what plans they can make.
She has asked me to be a bridesmaid, I said that I couldn't because I live in a different province now, but the truth is, I do not want to be wrapped up in that clusterfuck in any way . I'm just watching the arguments and events unfold on social media because this is quite honestly the most entertaining thing I've seen all year. It's weird to me that she even asked because we're not friends, we never have been. We were friendly strangers in high school, I just helped her out for one class because she needed help and I could give it to her. I was just being nice. But based on how she turned out I'm just sad for her. Three kids in four years, and she's alienated so much of her friends and family because if her actions, and I'm torn between feeling sorry for her and putting my head in my hands.
EDIT 1:
First off, all of your comments are hilarious. Second, I'm going to answer some of the common questions.
We're from a city with over 400,000 thousand people, she just comes from the neighbourhood that is made of either bible thumpers or white trash, with no in between. But the high school we went to was in a completely different neighbourhood than that.
Our school had a pretty good sex Ed course, and they gave out free condoms and had resources to help girls get birth control, and they had programs in place for if students ever got pregnant/were going to be teen parents (they also had one of those classes with the dolls for girls who were high risk at teen pregnancy but she wasn't high risk so she wasn't in that class) I don't if BC just didn't work for her, or if she never tried it.
She started alienating her friends after the affair with Chad came out, because people weren't exactly jumping for joy that she'd broken up a marriage (Chad and his ex didn't have any kids, thankfully, so there were less obstacles). When people weren't immediately ecstatic for her she started getting very snippy, rude, and was "calling the bitches out" on social media for not supporting her new relationship or pregnancy. (Tbh I'm really worried about her health because having this many babies so close together is just not good for her health, mental or physical.) People are also worried that Chad will cheat on her "if he'll cheat with you, he'll cheat on you" and think she should avoid marrying him so that she can just leave him if it happens.
I'll give you updates as they come out, but so far it's just a lot of yelling on social media (mostly from her), some relatives slut shaming her, and people who are just really worried about her because, as funny as this is, this doesn't seem like healthy behaviour.
EDIT 2:
First off, I realized I never gave this girl a name. For the sake of clarity we'll call her Beth. I realize that I didn't mention this before, but all of these are fake names.
Second, to everyone commenting that Chad is at fault for his marriage breaking up, believe me I'm well aware of that. It is his ex wife and her family/friends who solely blame Beth. Chad is also older than her and has more life experience, so I do believe that he could potentially be taking advantage of her naivete. However, she is also an adult who is capable of making her own decisions and has chosen to make poor ones in the past.
Third, people who are upset that I'm posting this story here, claiming I'm humiliating her. She has been posting about this mess on every social media platform she has since they got engaged in July. She put this out there long before I did except she did so in front of friends, family, employers, and coworkers, as well as internet randos.
Fourth, despite getting engaged in July and attempting to start planning then, I was only asked to be a bridesmaid three days ago. I knew that there was a mess going on but I didn't really pay attention to it until she asked me to be a bridesmaid. I tried to ask what was going on, I said that she should talk to someone, but when she completely brushed me off I checked her FB and Instagram and found out about all of... This.
Fifth, I realized that I didn't really talk about how disastrous the wedding planning has been going, see here you go:

• they've had to rebook three times because venues and vendors kept cancelling when infection numbers got worse even thought their wedding was months away
• Beth has been flipping between having the wedding while she's pregnant saying she's proud of her bump, and wanting to wait until they're born because she feels fat, which is unfortunate because she's been breaking down due her insecurity on a public platform
• Beth is currently seven months pregnant
• Beth's great aunt was going to give her her wedding dress to wear (after she gives birth) but Beth's mom freaked and stole the dress from said aunt before Beth could get it and is now keeping it, the great aunt says she's too old to get in a fight and has shrugged it off
• Chad's immediate family is paying for the wedding and has been cut off by the rest of their extended family for 'choosing Chad'
• Beth's wedding colours are pink and green, which is usually a nice combo but the specific shades don't go great together, they're her and Chad's favourite colours, which is fine but she literally made a video talking about these colours for 14 minutes on her insta and both of her kids are just full on bawling in the background and she's ignoring them and she's gotten some flack for that
• Adam is finally settled into his trade and has now hired a lawyer and is trying to get primary custody and not allow his daughter to go to the wedding
• she's planning a zoom baby showebachelorette party and has sent out a registry and she's asking for crazy expensive things
• she's also set up a go fund me to help pay for a honeymoon and is making a lot of posts about how no one loves her cause the fund only has $1267 of the $20k she wanted

I'll update when I can but I'm still in school and while I do want to help her, she's refused help offered in the past and there's only so much of this I can take mentally right now.
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UPDATE:
Hey everyone, so some stuff has gone down, and it doesn't look like it's over yet. Sorry, I didn't update sooner, but Rona came back with a vengeance and totally messed up plans with uni and family. Anyway, onto the update.
From the last update - 16th - Lots of ranting and chaotic wedding planning on social media, she found a dress and has decided she will get married while pregnant, they found a local wedding venue that is very lovely, but I'm shocked she's still trying to book stuff with all of their previous venue cancellations.
December 16th - Her little sister unblocked her to call her a s*ut and tell her that all her wedding plans were stupid. This resulted in a petty and entertaining facebook war until the little sis blocked her again on the 17th.
December 18th - Beth went nuts on social media because Adam had "kidnapped" their daughter, what really happened is that because courts are moving at a snail's pace due to COVID and Adam had reason to believe that their daughter was not safe living with Beth he decided to just... Not give her back. They don't have a custody agreement, and when Beth tried to call the cops they couldn't do anything because he was kinda right. There were dozens of videos on her various social media accounts of her ignoring their daughter, yelling at her daughter for crying or doing other things that toddlers do, it turns out that everything she needed was bought by Adam, food, diapers, clothes, toys, daycare (while it was open) etc. on top of the unofficial child support he was paying every month (which turned out to be $500 a month, a number I find ridiculous because Adam was already paying for literally everything) because she refused to buy anything for her daughter and insisted it was Adam's responsibility. Additionally, after the immediate post-birth appointments, Beth never took baby A to a doctor's appointment, she always deferred that to Adam. Baby A's pediatrician has NEVER met Beth. Beth even tried to get Chad to push back or intimidate him or something, but the local police where we live are under one hell of a microscope after a bunch of dirty cops got busted a couple of years ago. Basically, the cops, and the social worker they ended up calling, ended up saying there was nothing she could do until they get to court. The social worker tried to get her to go to therapy and parenting classes, but Beth refused and went on a fifteen paragraph long rant on Facebook about how she doesn't need parenting classes or therapy (she really, really does though) and called the social worker some choice words.
December 19-24 - Just a bunch of ranting on social media, calling everyone who doesn't enable or justify her behaviour cuss words, slurs, and a whole bunch of other horribly creative things. Also, both she and Chad are under investigation at work now, but she has no idea why. I'm gonna take this time to remind everyone that 99% of this info is coming from her public social media pages where her coworkers are friends and place of employment is listed.
December 25 - I am officially embarrassed to know this woman. I didn't go on her FB page until the evening cause I didn't want to deal with drama, first thing in the morning, on Xmas. In the morning she put on a very beautiful blue maternity dress, got Chad in his police blues, and baby B in a purple romper, and then live-streamed her and her family going to the courthouse to get married on Christmas day. (According to her Twitter, part of this was because their newest venue cancelled on them after COVID numbers spiked) Overall, a pretty tacky thing in my opinion because she stated plain as day, several times, that she intended her wedding anniversary to eclipse Christmas for her children because it's just "so much more special, you know?" (I am so glad that Baby B's grandparents are filing for guardianship) But here's the thing... The courthouse isn't open. Because of COVID for one thing, but also because it's Xmas and Canada has a predominantly Christian history. She proceeded to have a full meltdown, and when Baby B cried because, y'know, the kid's mom was screaming up a storm and scaring her, Beth called her a c*nt. Yup. So done with this bitch.
December 28 - I ran into her at a vaccine clinic cause we were both getting our booster shots. She didn't recognize me at first but one of my old bosses (cause I used to work at the hospital the vaccine clinic was in) called my name and said hi, so she came up to me after my old boss had left. We talked a bit while we sat down for the mandatory waiting period after getting the shot. She asked how I was but didn't even wait for me to respond before she started ranting and complaining about her life. I was just going to sit there until the time was up and then just politely make my exit, but when she started talking shit about her kids something inside me snapped. I just said "Do you even like your kids? Do you like being a mom?" She got pretty quiet for a second and then said "no". Idk, her voice and demeanour completely changed and we just sat in silence until our time was up. I said goodbye but it was really awkward.
December 31st (today) - I just looked at her feed and, this is such a shocking what-the-actual-f*** moment. She's thinking about giving up her kids. She went on about how recently she was asked if she liked her kids or being a mom, and how she realized that she didn't. She hates her children and blames them for ruining her life, and how she doesn't want to be a mom. I mean, nothing is official yet, but what the hell?!
I'll update as stuff happens now that I have the time, but this whole thing has been a big giant mess. Also, sorry for any formatting or grammatical errors, I'm not used to using Reddit on my PC.
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UPDATE
Okay, so, some stuff has happened and most of it's good? Also, the TL:DR for this update will be at the bottom
Jan 4th - Beth (and Chad) stopped posting on all social media. I was actually a little worried she died, I mean this woman posts everything short of her trips to the bathroom on IG.
Oddly enough, this got people messaging or interacting with her social media pages because she was usually the one to start contact, and that contact was usually yelling. No one heard from them and some people started to be like "should we call the cops for a wellness check?" Until Chad posted a status saying that they're fine but are "busy, please stop trying to contact us right now". Everyone listened but it was weird.
Jan 11 - I got a notification that Beth and Chad are active on social media again, but I didn't feel like drama so I didn't check out any of their posts.
Jan 12 (today) - she messaged me on FB asking me to be her MOH. She also kept going on about the resort in Cancun that she and Chad were looking to have their wedding at... This coming February. Omnicrom is really bad where we are, so no one should be travelling anywhere. I've actually had to delay my trip back to the province where I go to university. No one should be travelling anywhere.
Beth also found out that Chad was cheating on her with one of her co-workers and called the woman a "homewrecker" on FB tagged her, and posted the texts she found on Chad's phone. But Chad is the "love of her life" so she's forgiven him, but not the other woman. Which I find very hypocritical, considering how she and Chad got together.
She also sent pics of possible bridesmaid dresses and they are the most hideous dresses I've ever seen. I know that some brides do that thing where they want to look a million times better by comparison but this was just ridiculous. One of them looked like a partially deflated balloon with feathers strapped to it. She also openly admitted that she expected everyone attending to pay 3k, 2k would go towards that guest's stay at the resort and 1k would go to her and Chad and they will expected wedding gifts, so that they could get their room for free. Apparently, she talked to someone at the resort and if she got enough people to book their rooms she and Chad would get theirs for free. She also wanted the money to be given to her instead of directly to the hotel so that people wouldn't realize that she was taking 1k of their money. Beth sent me a pic of the wedding dress she wanted, and it's definitely a clubbing dress. If that's what she wants that's fine (and for the record I do think she would look great in it, Beth's (current) dream wedding dress ) but she wants all the guests to be dressed black tie. And she's already sent a list of unreasonable requests. Such as;

• all women must wear heels (for a wedding in the beach???)
• no one is allowed to have a baby or be pregnant (really?)
• girls must have longer than shoulder length hair, boys must have very short hair, only and inch or two long
• no one is allowed to be skinnier than her
• she will be providing diets for everyone attending based on how she wants us to look
• she and Chad must get bachelor and bachelorette parties both in Canada and in Mexico that need to be "fit for a king and queen" and both must be paid for but anyone but the bride and groom "cause that's just tacky"
• no unnatural hair
• no tattoos (you have five tattoos, Beth, and in the dress you want all will be on full display)
• no one is allowed to talk to her directly, they must speak through the MOH and BM

Honestly there's a lot more but I didn't feel like typing all that out. She's posted the list on FB and IG and people are already calling her a bridezilla.
I was also just kinda weirded out because aside from the previous convo at the hospital and when she originally asked me to be a bridesmaid, we haven't spoken since high school. So I respectfully declined, stating that the virus and school were my top concerns right now. Then, I decided to check her socials to see if she'd posted anything. She had and everything was basically how it was before the hiatus... Except her kids are nowhere to be found. No "look at my cute baby" pics are kids crying in the background of her videos. Nothing. Though, based on her new pics of herself, she's given birth to baby C. I mean, she's definitely still recovering, but she also definitely had a baby and that baby is not on any of her socials, so when she responded to my decline with an attempt at guilting me to be her MOH, I asked her where her kids were. This was her response.
"Oh, I left them at the side of the road in our way home from the hospital those moochers could walk home lol"
I was like, please tell me you're not being serious (especially cause it looks like she had the baby days ago). And she replied "I was just joking you shouldn't be so serious all the time". Honey, you made a joke about child abandonment/abuse, you're not being serious enough. And then I finally got the update on the kids.

• Baby A is still with Adam, Beth signed away her rights
• Baby B and Baby C have been given to a mutual cousin of Adam and Chad who is infertile (tbh I didn't need that last tidbit of info or the three paragraph long rant about how God hates infertile women, I didn't even read all of it, I couldn't, and I didn't think that Beth could be so cruel to even think those things). I checked out the FB page of Baby B's grandparents and they're happy with their grandchild's new parents, it looks like the cousin and her husband and welcoming them to the family as another set of grandparents and will let them have access to B. So yay!
• One thing I do need to stress though is that because of COVID the courts in our areas are either moving at a snail's pace or closed, so none of this is "official" but Beth (and Chad) has signed paperwork and all that needs to happen now is presenting that to a judge.

And when I rejoined our convo she said the doc she had for baby C gave her brith control, and she was surprised cause after her first pregnancy she asked her doctor for it but he refused to give her any. She mentioned that her old doctor was also her mom's and sister's doctor, she ended up asking the doc who delivered baby C to be her new doctor, so I hope that works out.
After learning all this my convo with Beth started to go down hill...
Beth: wait, did you actually think I would just leave my kids at the side of the road! I just didn't want to be a mom, but I wasn't a bad one
Me: Beth, I think that you've been through a lot of trauma in the past few years, and that it's gotten to you mentally and that you should speak to a professional.
(Of course, Beth has been a bad mom, but she does need mental health help and I wasn't going to convince her to get it, or to not tell at me, if I said that )
Beth: what? You think I'm crazy?!
Me: no. I think that getting kicked out as a teen because of a pregnancy and having your family actively reject you and try to sabotage you must have been very painful. Plus, pregnancy puts a lot of mental stress on women and you've had three in such a short time span, I just want you to take care of yourself and get what you want in life, and I think that will start with you taking care of your mental health.
Beth: what I want... IS FOR YOU TO GO STRAIGHT TO HELL! Beth then calls me every cuss word, expletive, and derogatory word she can think of one of the words she called me was a derogatory word about people from my ethnicity and my blood is boiling that she thought it was okay to say that to me.
So, I'm now on her hit list. She's been blowing up my social media all day, on her last FB post where she called me a slur she said that she still expects a good wedding gift from me. Yeah, no. So I've blocked her on everything, and I've decided to completely cut off contact. This will be my last update.
TL:DR - Beth went on a social media blackout for a bit, had baby C. Gave up all her kids, baby A is still with Adam, Baby B and Baby C are with a mutual cousin of Adam and Chad and baby B's grandparents have access. Chad cheated on her and she forgave him, but she probably shouldn't have. She's decided to have her wedding in a little over a month in Cancun and is expecting unreasonable things of everyone already. She asked me to be MOH I respectfully declined. I also suggested that she talk to a mental health professional because she's been through a lot in the last few years and she cussed me out, she also called me a derogatory name directed at people of my ethnicity and that was the final nail in the coffin. I'm now on her hit list. But her kids are safe and I have no interest in going to wedding so I'm cutting contact completely and have already blocked her on all my socials. I'm refusing to be involved with her anymore and will not be updating on the situation.
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--- EDIT - NEW UPDATE --- - JANUARY 25, 2023 - TL:DR AT THE BOTTOM
Hi, everyone, I didn't think I would be making another update, but here I am. I don't know if anyone will even care but whatever. I saw a YouTuber, Charlotte Dobre, do an entire video about this post on Facebook (which was funny, she did it well), [editor's note: here's the video in question and also: check out Charlotte Dobre's subreddit !] and got so nervous that Beth was gonna see it. Turned out, she's seen it and does not give a single damn, because as I pointed out, the majority of the info in this post came from her public social media. She also doesn't know who posted it (more on that in the update). I am still no contact with Beth and have no plans to change that anytime soon, but we have mutual friends who have told and shown me what's happened.
First things first, she and Chad did get married, but they eloped. According to all sources they are completely and utterly miserable though. Chad has proven to be and overall lazy and unfaithful husband, and Beth has really gotten into feminism (with a focus on reproductive issues) after she started using birth control, and Roe v Wade getting overturned (even though we're in Canada) really caused tension in their marriage. As it turns out, Chad thinks that abortion is murder and God created women for the purpose of making babies.
Beth tried to argue that not all women want or should be mothers using herself as an example, and then Chad went ahead and used her as an example of why women should be forced to have kids, because in the end she gave kids to an infertile couple. She didn't take that well and said that her entire life and future was ripped away from her and destroyed the second she got pregnant with baby A. Adam was never slut shamed or demeaned like she was, both at home and at school (which is a fair point, myself and many others were helpful and supportive but there were a lot of people who judged the hell out of her and said really nasty stuff) and that if she hadn't gotten pregnant she would've gone to college or university because she lost the general and financial support of her family with that positive pregnancy test. Chad has made a Tinder account. Beth was informed but it doesn't seem like she gave a damn.
So basically you could cut the tension with a knife.
And with her family, her sister came out as gay and cut off/has been cut off from their parents. But she's got a partial scholarship so she's doing okay. She and Beth are NOT on good terms but have met up and acknowledged that their parents messed them up by being religious nuts and their parents encouraged them to be competitive with each other and sabotage each other. Apparently their dad's motto is "competition brings out the best in everyone" (ugh). But they've talked and that's good enough for now.
Neither Beth nor Chad have custody or visitation of their children, which Chad is starting to regret because he's suddenly getting more and more into the church and religion. Chad talked to Beth about getting baby C back but Beth shut that down hard and warned the cousin who adopted baby C (officially and legally btw).
Beth started going to therapy after she and Chad got married, which makes me very happy and excited for her.
There was a rumour going around that Chad has a mistress and it took me a while to confirm, but it's true. He's cheating on her with a paramedic and she knows. Beth is fully aware. Idk if she plans to do anything about it or just continue to ignore it, but I hope she leaves his ass. I'm still not gonna talk to her, she crossed so many lines, but she's grown and improved a lot and her life would be a lot better without that sac of scum in her life.
Now, I have given a few details in my post that should've revealed my identity to her, namely her asking me to be her MOH. I have found out that she actually asked around 15 girls (including myself) to be her MOH, without telling any of us about the others because she was trying to get money from all of us and because her mental health has just been very bad and she needed help. And of those 15, 8 have been going to school out of province and of those eight we all had basically the same classes in high school. And apparently doesn't remember our discussion at the vaccination clinic and had major blow up with everyone she asked to be MOH. So she knows it's one of 8 people and reportedly has no interest in trying to narrow that number down. (Chad did the same thing with his groomsmen, but idk any of the numbers)
TL:DR Beth and Chad got married (eloped), are miserable, have zero custody or visitation with any of their children, Chad's cheating and Beth doesn't appear to care, Chad is super sexist, Beth is a feminist now, Beth's sister is gay and they've talked but not reconciled, Beth asked too many girls to be MOH for money and doesn't know the ID of who made this post.
Dear "Beth", if this post gets forwarded to you or somehow graces your phone screen, leave Chad. He's trash and you'll be much better without him in your life. And though I'm not willing to talk to you again because of your words and actions, I do wish for you to have a wonderful and happy life.
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So i'm from Canada and I need some help building a list of colleges to apply to. I'm only looking to apply to colleges that are above my top choices in Canada and I don't wanna waste a crap ton of money on application fees. i know my stats are very subpar compared to a lot of people here so pls don't flame me thx.
Demographics

• Gender: Male
• Race/Ethnicity: Vietnamese
• Residence: Southwestern Ontario, Canada
• Income Bracket: 65-70K USD annually
• Type of School: Public (1100-1200 students)
• Hooks (Recruited Athlete, URM, First-Gen, Geographic, Legacy, etc.): none

Intended Major(s): Math, engineering, or physics (maybe CS but seems very competitive to major in)
Standardized Testing
List the highest scores earned and all scores that were reported.

• SAT: Receiving scores this week but I'll probably retake since I got like low 1400s probably.
• GPA (100-point scale): 90% (a little weak I know)
• APs: Biology (Colleges will only see this score since APs are meant to be taken in senior year and my school only offers 5 APs)

Extracurriculars/Activities
Not in any particular order.

1. Asian Student Union Club (9/10/11) - Raised a few thousand over the years if that counts for anything
2. Fluid Physics Research @ Canadian University (11)
3. Model UN LeadeCo-founder (11)
4. Student Council (10/11) - General volunteering, event planning, running school activites
5. Various school clubs (morning announcements, yearbook, science, math, etc.)
6. STEM Outreach - Bringing STEM outreach to young elementary/middle school students around my region to encourage participation in STEM (workshops, fairs, etc.)

Awards/Honors
This part is.....

1. Honour Roll Student (9/10/11)
2. DECA Regional Event Finalist
3. Ran in school board's student trustee election (...and lost)

I know my profile is mid...but I've enjoyed doing all of the activities I listed and if I don't get into any of my USA choices hopefully I'll land somewhere I love in Canada. My school didn't have many resources for ECs and awards so I did the best I could by just taking a challenging course load lol.