Women farting

modern dating in the USA has gone to such complete crap. i feel like females have just become so increasingly selfish over the last decade its unbelievable. i feel like finding a girl without an inflated ego now a day is super rare to come by. all they care about is what you can do for them and nothing else. i think a huge problem lies with men that simp over all these girls and it makes them act like they are this supreme breed of species who act like they dont fart every couple hours like we do. am considering cutting off my penis so i have no need for them at all anymore. their looks is literally the ONLY thing they can bring to the table. men do everything better than women and that is a fact. shit if we could give birth we probably wouldnt be complaining about pickles and pistachio ice cream for months before delivering. you could literally txt a female and tell them you are about to kill yourself and they would look at it and not even care. they are so freaking full of themselves its disgusting im disgusted with myself for even being attracted to them. i sound horrible but most of you men know EXACTLY what im talking about and know im right. and yes not every female is like this but now a days i will say 85/100 is tell me im wrong

I can't take this shit anymore. My cubicle neighbor is the most insufferable creature I've ever had to work with. He's so angry. He's always banging on his desk and keyboard and flying off the handle at simple requests. Someone close to him confided in me that this guy (let's call him D) has been violent with people in the past. The worst part is, he's only like this with the women of color in the office who give him direction and tasks to do. He never acts this way with his direct superiors who are white or Men of color. My supervisor makes me work with D all the time and I absolutely hate it. I try to be positive and keep some levity at work, but his attitude, rudeness and bad temper are just such a fucking downer. He burps, farts, curses and mumbles to himself all day long, but if my music in my headphones are a little loud, he'll be all like "Turn that crap off, its distracting" And he gets away with this behavior because he's autistic, so I feel like I can't say shit. I feel stuck.

As a black man, (Sidenote Every time I say that. I say it in letter kenny's "to be fair" style) I would on occasion Date and romance a hwhite woman. And From the black community would come all of the usual ridiculous grab Bag of critiques. But one sticks out to me every time I hear it and I would argue it might be the most common of these critiques.
"The reason Black men want white women is because he wants to be White" to briefly, explain the concept is that White men are the pinnacle of both masculinity and success on the hierarchy of America. Because of this black men are reaching for and trying to attain whiteness as a concept by getting to it through......the.....transcendental..property of sex??? Listen I didnt write the theory Im just reporting on it.
Anyway heres where we get to the meat of the concept Im talking about here. Im not trying to debunk the theory but theres a preloaded premise in it that Ive never resonated with. "White men are the pinnacle of masculinity and success in our hierarchy" I just dont feel that Hierarchy. Sure I can see examples of it, but I definitely see more examples against that theory then for. The NBA , Gamers The list of examples could go on forever but the point is. Are hierarchies even real in current day America? If I chose to not adhere to a "hierarchy" Not only will no negative effects will come to me, but I may not even notice it.
But for alot of people believe that hierarchy is as real as the air we breathe. They would go as far as to say I DO feel it im just pretending to not. But lets get off race, Introspectively Ive looked at my own personal hierarchy and I would say the pinnacle of it would be money and Beauty. Sounds a lot more reasonable right? Infact prior to a couple months ago if you told me money and beauty werent the actual pinnacle of hierarchy Id say you do feel it and are pretending not to. But everyday I hear people say "money isnt everything" or something to its effect. ^{"do they actually mean that?"}. Beauty ive seen with my own two eyes not work as I thought and still I believed being attractive is a guarantee you have alot of friends and suitors. my best friend of 15 years is objectively Beautiful but ive always had more friends then her based purely on charisma. Despite that I STILL believed she just "Wasnt using it right" or "Acted too much like a fart joke telling shit head to take advantage of it". but thats just it she IS a fart joke telling shit head.
So the question is, in today's america are there any real hierarchies? Are they just based on our own personal perspectives and values? Lemme give you an example using Erudite.
Remember Lav Vs Erudite?
I'll assume you do, and the only thing I can link has a dude mouth breathing over the mic about how lav is his queen. Anyway they had a tiny beef and during that time I was in lav's chat on twitch. Im a charismatic boy so I had some trust built up and was able to clearly ask lav. "Why do you hate erudite so much?" Her response was that erudite thinks shes so beautiful and so smart and its upsetting to her. I told her I dont see erudite as the woman who thinks shes All that but rather as the dork who goes to church camp legitimately laughs at the counselors jokes and helps folds the chairs after events.
And the way Lav took that in was so interesting. she pensively stared out almost like she realized something about her and said something to the effect of "Idk" but you could tell it did something to her understanding of erudite. And I think what it was was it challenged her idea of where erudite is on the hierarchy. I think to lav erudtite is this unattainable god shes trying to take down a peg as if she cant believe erudite is who she is. But I think thats only because of her perspective and only because of her idea of hierarchy.
I dont know if I believe in any hierarchy anymore, Incels think women have everything, Feminist think men have everything, black people think white people, the poor to rich, the rich to poor (Suprisingly) and we all think of these imaginary ladders that may not exist in the first place.
Are there anymore real hierarchies and what is yours?
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Men are often portrayed in media as having basically the same kind of interests or hobbies; sports, bar-b-ques, having beer in hand during any sort of event, sleeping in a chair with their arms crossed, farting and burping, having a particular project they’ve been working on for years and somehow never seems to have it completed, and tools. Now these all seem to be based around the personalities of dads, and maybe I don’t understand them all yet because I don’t have any children, but as I get older I start to feel myself morphing into the stereotype. And one of those beings tools.
I always knew why tools were associated with men, sort of how shopping is associated with women. (Now I know these don’t apply to everyone, but this is what we were taught as kids) but it wasn’t until recently when I started to sort of teach myself to do maintenance on my car to save money, like my oil change or the simpler things under the hood. But of course, tools are necessary in order to do so.
My dad unfortunately picked up one of the more negative stereotypes associated with men- going to the store to buy some milk- so I really didn’t have that father figure growing up, so I never thought tools were something that I should be interested in. But now 23, I understand now. Like fully get it.
The excitement of getting a new tools. The accessories. The projects you can do now and later you couldn’t do before. The joy of watching your toolbox become more fuller and assorted. Buying small containers to organize different things. Buying different types of the same tools.
I feel like a child once again. And I can’t wait to see what my tool collection looks like in the coming future.
I used to love going to stores like GameStop or Target, but never would’ve thought I’d be growing to love Home Depot, Harbor Freight, and AutoZone.
Is this what it means to be a man ?? If so I can’t wait to see what the hype around grilling is

Hi I’m M 18 and have a gf f19 and we were driving when she let out a huge fart rippling the seat beneath her, so I asked her if she would want to try something new in the bedroom. so she asked me what it was that I wanted to try so I told her about my fart fetish and how it makes me so horny when she farts. She replied by saying she would consider it but she thought it was about weird so she said she might do it in the future. So we left it at that. Yesterday she came into the bedroom and started talking to me about my farting and what she could do to make me super horny so I told her all about how I love when women fart in my face and on my body. Then she said she doesn’t really feel comfortable farting on me so I guess I’m not getting any farts unlucky me

Welcome back once more, for our final discussion of Armadale. I apologize again for the discussion being late. Last week, my excuse was that I had to spend time with my sister's family, including a labradoodle. This week, I am dog-sitting my mother's beagle, who has separation anxiety and gas. I am horribly sleep-deprived because this dog insists on sleeping next to my bed every night, snoring loudly and farting. Speaking of people breathing in poison in their sleep, let's get to the recap:
Allan has just set off for the Adriatic, with his cash converted to gold, obviously the result of Manuel's suggestions. Lydia and Ozias have been transferred to Turin by Ozias's employer, and Lydia pretends to have gotten a letter from her mother, asking her to come home, so she has an excuse to go back to London. Once there, she checks the newspaper for any articles or obituaries indicating that Allan has died. She also finds Mother Oldershaw's new address, but decides not to visit her.
After a few days, she finally gets the news she's been hoping for. Allan's yacht sunk off the southern coast of Italy, and everyone on board perished. Her next step is to write to Bashwood:
My dearest Bashwood,
I desire you... I mean, I desire to *meet with you... to apologize for my previous behavior towards you. I have foolishly made the mistake of marrying an immature child. If only I had married a real man (realness not necessarily extending to his teeth and hair)!*
Please, do not show this letter to anyone. Let us meet clandestinely.
Sincerely,
Lydia Armadale (note the last name)
Lydia then considers the marriage certificate, and realizes a glaring flaw in her plan: Ozias's handwriting looks nothing like Allan's. In a panic, she decides that her only option is to get advice from Mother Oldershaw. Unfortunately, Mother Oldershaw appears to have found God, and no longer wants anything to do with Lydia's plans. (Of course, she refuses to give Lydia the signed paper that she was going to use to extort money from Lydia if her plans succeeded.)
While leaving Oldershaw's, Lydia runs into Dr. Downward... excuse me, Dr. Le Doux, totally legitimate sanitarium owner. She realizes that he may be able to advise her, and asks to meet him later at the sanitarium. The sanitarium is basically what you'd expect a 19th-century sanitarium to be: creepy old house with shelves containing jars of preserved "creatures," a "galvanic apparatus" for providing electric shocks, etc. No patients yet, though.
Lydia tells the doctor her story, leaving out the worst details (he doesn't know that she's the reason the yacht sunk, or that her husband goes by the fake name "Ozias Midwinter"). Downward agrees to assist her by claiming to be a witness to the marriage... for a fee of six hundred pounds. Lydia agrees, and he assists her in sending a letter to Thorpe Ambrose, claiming to be Allan's widow.
The next day, Lydia gets a visit from Bashwood, who delivers the news that Neelie is beside herself with grief, and Mr. Darch is handling the matter of the inheritance, which was going to go to Allan's cousin, before Lydia announced her claim.
Bashwood returns a few days later with a shocking letter from Yugoslavia: Allan is alive! This is where I'd normally try to write a funny version of the letter, but nothing I could possibly write would be funnier than the actual letter's opening line: "I have been the victim of a rascally attempt at robbery and murder." Yes, "rascally." Oh, Allan, never change. One of the would-be murderers took pity on Allan and didn't securely board up his cabin, so he was able to escape instead of sinking with the yacht.
Lydia turns to Downward for help.
Downward: What if we trap Allan in the sanitarium?
Lydia: And murder him?
Downward: WTF, no. We get him to agree to not press legal charges against us.
Lydia: And then we murder him?
Downward: I have so many regrets about teaming up with you
Lydia: How do we catch him?
Downward: You could get Bashwood to lurk around the train station and intercept him before anyone else sees him. Have him tell Allan that Miss Milroy was sent here because she was driven insane by her grief for him.
Lydia: Can we murder Allan and Miss Milroy?
Downward: I am running an unlicensed sanitarium under a false name, and even I think you're unhinged.
Lydia: Gwilty as charged
Downward: But wait, what if he doesn't agree immediately, and we have to keep him here for months? What if I have actual patients at the time, and they report us?
Lydia: What if...
Downward: ...please don't say "murder"
Lydia: ...what if he had an accident?
Downward: Oh. Well, if it was an "accident," that would be okay. I don't know how an accident could happen, though, if you aren't an inmate here.
Lydia: I'll think about it
Meanwhile, Bashwood keeps vigil at the train station, until one day he sees... Ozias, who is searching for Lydia because she's stopped writing to him. While they talk to each other, Bashwood can't contain his shock at hearing that Lydia is Ozias's wife, and accidentally calls her "Mrs. Armadale," which understandably makes Ozias suspicious, so he follows Bashwood to see where he goes, which of course leads him straight to Lydia. Lydia pretends she was never married to Ozias, and Ozias faints from the shock.
Lydia heads straight to the sanitarium, tells Downward she's going to be an inmate, and asks for a sleeping draught. Downward prepares the draught, but first places yellow liquid in a purple flask. He then informs Lydia of what he thinks they should say at the inquest after Allan dies: The two of them knew he hadn't drowned, but when he arrived in England, they decided to trap him in the sanitarium because, shortly after his marriage to Lydia, Allan had starting having a delusion that he was engaged to Neelie. Once in the sanitarium, Downward diagnosed Allan with an incurable and fatal brain ailment, and that's what killed him.
Downward has scheduled a "Visitors' Day" so that people will witness Lydia as an inmate in the asylum. The visitors are mostly women, because life as a woman in Victorian England was so boring, they had nothing better to do than go to sanitariums to gawk at the mentally ill people and see where they will eventually live when the hysteria finally drives them mad. (I am only barely paraphrasing. The actual quote is "In the miserable monotony of the lives led by a large section of the middle classes of England, anything is welcome to the women which offers them any sort of harmless refuge from the established tyranny of the principle that all human happiness begins and ends at home.")
Downward shows them around the sanitarium and explains how it will be run, including only allowing novels that make people feel comfortable. (I assumed this was an intentional satire of Wilkie's critics, and the notes in the Oxford World's Classics edition confirmed this.)
But then Downward gave a sales pitch that damn near sold me on his sanitarium. "I throw up impregnable moral intrenchments between Worry and You. ... Will ten minutes’ irritation from a barking dog or a screeching child undo every atom of good done to a nervous sufferer by a month’s medical treatment? There isn’t a competent doctor in England who will venture to deny it!" Considering I almost couldn't post last week's discussion because of a few hours' exposure to two loud children and a labradoodle, I'm about ready to self-diagnose with hysteria and deranged lunacy.
He also explains that while the bedrooms lack fireplaces, they're heated with hot water. This impressed me because I've read about Victorian insane asylums not having fireplaces in the bedrooms (since the inmates might burn themselves), but I always assumed this meant that the inmates were cold in the winter. But wait... the bedroom also has secret controls that let him open, close, and lock the window and door from the outside, and a vent that lets him pump gas into the room. Whaaat? I rescind my diagnosis of hysteria and deranged lunacy. I want nothing to do with this.
After the tour is finished, Downward demonstrates to Lydia how to prepare the poison, and then breaks the bottle so that his assistant (who doesn't know about the purple flask) will think there's no more of that chemical in the house.
Meanwhile, Ozias is stalking Bashwood at the train station. He thinks Lydia is cheating on him, and Bashwood is waiting for Lydia's lover. But then he sees Bashwood with Allan. After confronting the two of them, he learns Bashwood's story about having to take Allan to Neelie in the sanitarium. Realizing that Lydia is probably still behind Bashwood's actions, Ozias insists on going with the two of them. On arriving at the sanitarium, Allan is informed that Neelie cannot see him until the morning, but he and Ozias are welcome to spend the night: Allan in Room Four, and Ozias in Room Three.
Lydia sets Bashwood up to spy on Allan's door from a room with a grate in its door. She tells him to make sure Allan stays in his room all night. Later, watching from the grate, Bashwood observes Ozias leave his room and examine the fumigating apparatus connected to Allan's room. Then Ozias stuffs his handkerchief in the grate, blocking Bashwood's view, before going into Allan's room and convincing Allan to switch rooms with him.
Later that night, Lydia returns and asks Bashwood if anything happened. Too afraid to tell her about the handkerchief, he tells her nothing happened, and she dismisses him to bed. After almost convincing herself to not go through with it, she then starts the process of pouring the poison at five minute intervals. While waiting for one of the intervals to pass, she notices Ozias's handkerchief and realizes that Bashwood lied to her. She checks in Room Three, and finds Allan asleep where Ozias should be.
In a panic, Lydia rushes into Room Four and drags the unconscious Ozias out. She then continues to pour the poison, writes a last letter to Ozias, and locks herself in the room.
We end with an epilogue that rapidly ties up all the random loose ends. Lydia has been buried in a nearly unmarked grave. The doctor is apparently still running his sanitarium. Allan and Neelie will be married in the spring. Mrs. Milroy doesn't have much longer to live, but she's undergone a personality change for some reason and she and the Major are happy for once. Ozias is recovering and living with Allan. Mother Oldershaw is a religious speaker, apparently. Bashwood has gone insane. Manuel drowned.
But wait, one last thing: Wilkie has something to say to us. He wants us to know that he intended the dream to be left up to interpretation. Thanks for handing me a discussion question like that, Wilkie. He also shares a weird-ass story about how, after he'd finished the rough draft and while the story was in the middle of serialization, several people were poisoned in their sleep on a boat called The Armadale. Okay, Wilkie. Thank you for that incredibly weird anecdote.

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So I have been single by choice and enjoyment for several years now (36f). My sister (32f) has never been in a serious relationship but has had situationships.. we were having a random, funny conversation about gross things boys do that made us happy to be single and I mentioned them "Dutch ovening" you (when your in the bed and they fart under the covers then pull the covers over your head and trap you in there with the smell).. she had no idea what I was talking about and thought that would be unnacceptable and grounds for breaking up if it ever happened to her.. I told her it's just a joke, albeit discussing and gut wrenching, but not break up worthy.. but that made me wonder- have other women experienced this too? Or is it just my luck of the draw?

Tried to get these in some sort of order….. let’s start slow….
The faces
Get your screenshots
Tongue
The face I make when police check cavities
Cheese teeth
Bursting out the cage
Kratom lick
Embarrassing 🙈
Body shake faces
Caked up shawty
Chris Chan
Ankle biter
Period Pooh
Bottom
Big Ed
Kratom spill faces
Tiny diny / roses / peach ice cream / Turkey
Tiny diny
Rose / Tiny Diny
Rose
Peach ice cream
Turkey
Wheelchair ♿️
I was in a wheelchair once
BAD CHAT !
Shape up chat !
Fitwithnips
Chat did it !
TIME OUT !
Our short knight
Nicks favorite gift
Nick hates the tall knight
Mom troll gifts
Rant interruption
Bear mask era ✨
Bear masking
Menacingly
Terrified kids
Disgusted girl
Battle beef with mask
GET OUT OF MY ROOM !
Keep trollin’ , trollin’ , trollin’ , trollin’
Clown
Harris vs tree
Valentine’s Day cards
Airplane girl
EDP445
Sean Gatz
Threats
Sober king
Hurting people
Boys hate little girls
T’was the night before eviction
Soft voice prince
Soft voice prince pt2
Soft voice prince pt3
Troll accounts
Chipotle
Nicks mom
Nicks stuffed owl
Nicks stuffed owl pt2
The plaque on nicks teeth
Haywood mall security
Nicks trespass warrant
Battle fun / speed dating
Face down ass up
Tweaker talent show
Bridget speed dating
Bridget speed dating pt2
Flirting with Sophia
Sadie pt1
Sadie pt2
Don’t ignore lil Nicky
Megan - Morgan?
Unimpressed queen
Not cute call out
Plenty of women want him ?
Fighting with lip singer
Monkey kiss kiss
BRITNEY GO AWAY
Terri joe pt1
Terri joe pt2
Dance off
Handstand
Lil flippy
Wet stain
Happy birthday Gino
The call out
Passive aggressive
What does strangler mean ?
Delusions
No one letting him make them smile
I would treat you like my woman
All Reddit girls want me
It’s all the girls
Him making sense ?
Low standards
Domestic violence isn’t a joke
Not a snowflake
Taking to air pt1
Taking to air pt2
Troll army - troll king
Positive king
The lies
Ramblings of an unhinged man
Ummm…. Moves
Ummm…. Moves pt2
Face down ass up
Fart noise
Remembers us all
Sees us in public
Act your rating
Hurt king
Hurt king pt2
Happy to unhinged
Happy to unhinged pt2
Happy to unhinged pt3
Happy Birthday
Can’t hold liqour
Leave me alone
Up for a day
Up for a day pt2
Crying about Laura
Yelling at him
Putting for on plates & making legs shake
Knife
No proof
Fake crying
Because he don’t have a car
How he could be famous
Tina
He’s walking away…. Or jumping ?
Slow ??
Pick me
Misandrist
We are sick
Maturing
Incidents
Dogs out
Dogs out pt2
Hand situation
Lactation
Toothbrush boycott
Shower boycott
Bricky Nicky
Swamp ass
Swamp ass pt2
Nose in ass
Nude flash
Nude flash pt2
Cinnabeef
Whopper lies
Kratom spill
Yogurt cup
RIP bed frame
Drugs
Desk tour pt1
Desk tour pt2
Nick leaks #
Breakdown
Elf on the shelf
Admits bisexual
Haywood mall blowie
Toe sucking pt1
Toe sucking pt2
Co-worker
Mommy issues Fb post
Mommy video
Woman who tried selling pics of minors
Being creepy with minors
Drew afualo

 Cops incident 

Pre-cop
Cops pt1
Cops pt2
Cops pt3
Cops pt4
Cops pt5
Cops pt6
Cops pt7
Cops pt8
Cops pt9

 Cop incident x2 

Cops pt1
Cops pt2
Post cop live

 Matt alright incident 

Matt alright IG post
Nick’s response
Explanation of Matt alright
Live pt1
Live pt2
Live pt3
Live pt4
Live pt5
Post live pt1
Post live pt2

 Coffee shop incident 

Coffee shop live pt1
Coffee shop live pt2
Coffee shop live pt3
Coffee shop live pt4

 Gym ban incident 

Gym ban confirmation
New gym doxx
Gym ban talk
Blame for gym ban

 Mall trespass incident 

Mall trespass announcement
Pre trespass encounter
Mall pics
Mall insanity
Mall dance
JCP floor
Cop encounter pt1
Cop encounter pt2
Cop encounter pt3
Cop encounter pt4
Post mall trespass

 Wine night lore 

Chugging wine
Rambling
Puking
Rolling in puke
Post wine night
Wine stain

 Lease not renewed 

Lease not renewed
Hope this clears some of the lore and incidents up for anyone curious ! Again I am truly thankful for all of you for making this group what it is today! Let me know if I forgot anything or you think should be added!
Shout out to the posters of these videos and anyone who had input on the lore/trolls!
Happy snarking 🫶🏼🫶🏼

The week before my period is miserable and the worst part is I tend to dissociate a lot of my discomfort to the point where I don’t even recognize it until something small sets me off into a meltdown.
I notice my food sensitivity issues worsen. I cannot eat certain foods that usually I have not much issue eating. Like rn I know I need more vitamin C so I cut up an orange to snack on but it’s been sitting on the plate untouched because thinking about the intense taste and texture of is overwhelming af. Smells have been worse for me. I work in the school system as a substitute teacher and today I was subbing in the kindergarten and if youve ever been around children that age, you already know how draining it can be. On top of that the smells that come off them. Kids constantly fart and stink and it’s so overwhelming.
My issues usually revolve around my hunger cues. Food becomes so extremely disgusting smell, taste and texture wise. I usually like to eat eggs and tomatoes in the morning and that’s literally my safe foods for the morning but this morning I couldn’t even bare the thought of eggs or tomatoes and I had to force myself to drink a fruit smoothie so that I can get some nutrients in my body before work.
I sometimes wish women had more support when it came to things like this. Specially autistic women. Since I’m level 1 autistic and my support needs can be low, doesn’t mean that I don’t need the support ever. I’m so exhausted that I can’t even feel emotions. I always wonder how I’m able to survive this long when I can only function “properly” once a week every month.

I, 25f, have been with my boyfriend, 26m, for 6 years. I love him dearly and our relationship is amazing... however... I can't stand his mother. My boyfriend still lived with his parents when I met him, so I got to meet his parents very early into our relationship. His dad is a sweetheart, but his mother... Safe to say, we didn't get along. We shared zero interest and our conversations were dry. Most of the time we just looked at each other with an awkward smile trying to think of anything to say to break the silence. I tried to avoid her the best I could when I came over, and I only spoke to her when absolutely necessary. As the years went by I started opening up, and we were finally able to at least slightly vibe. I'll admit, she's an angel on many aspects; she's spent hundreds on groceries for my boyfriend and me when we were broke and unemployed due to Covid, taken us on quite expensive vacations, she's helped us find a new apartment, she lends us her car (basically given it to us) ... she's really generous. But her personality...
Fast forward 6 years We've been working a warehouse job together for 2 years now. I didn't have a job back then so she asked her boss if I could come in for an interview and I got the job, same hours as her, so she picks me up in the morning and we drive to and from work together. That also means that if she decides she wants overtime I have to as well, even if I have plans. If I tell her that it doesn't work for me she says, in this child-like voice, "too bad, I decide." If she wants a day off, I have to take the day off too, and have the shift moved to another day even if I have plans that day as well, because "boo-hoo, I got you this job so I decide." She's talked to me many times about how much happier she is now that we work together because she was so lonely before, almost guilt tripping me into not quitting even though I'm miserable. A job at a warehouse is so bad for my mental health because I have to be alone with my thoughts for hours and they tend to not be very nice. I cry at work almost daily and I've talked to her about it but she asked if I could just please suck it up because she couldn't be alone again. Damn my empathy... I'm fully aware that she didn't hurry to offer me this job before I sent any other applications because she cared about me or my finances. It was for her, and her only. She just needed someone who could entertain her and listen to her uninteresting monologues in the car without any chance to escape.
We eat lunch together, go on coffee breaks together and do pretty much everything together, unwillingly from my side. It has gotten to a point where our boss mockingly calls us "conjoined twins"... and my MIL loves it. She straight up believes we are best friends because I'm the only person who tolerates her - because I have to. Now for the plot twist, dear MIL... I hate you.
Quick disclaimer: She's not mentally underdeveloped. It's just her personality.
There's no better way to describe her than a toddler in a 55 year old woman's body. She talks nonstop the entire 45 min car ride to work and 45 min back... About anything from a walk she went on to how advanced her new blender is. I believe I say about 20 words in those 45 min. "Okay." "Yes." "Hmm." "Wow." being pretty much all of them. If I try to tell her something I get to speak for 10 seconds tops before she interrupts me to talk about her new blender for the 3rd day in a row. I'm not allowed to talk to any of our colleagues either and if she catches me doing so she gets bitter and childishly moody because she wants me to herself. She's such a loud and obnoxious "me, me, me" person. She makes loud noises that you'd only hear from a child, loudly imitates the beeping noice from the microwave, plays with cutlery, sings out of tune on full volume. She burps and farts all the time, making sure to be as loud as possible, then laughs about it... As I said, a toddler. She genuinely believes she's the most hilarious main-character, everything is about her... and if it's not... best believe she'll make it about her.
On top of all that, she's extremely racist and throws the n-word out whenever she gets the chance. She refers to all Muslims as "taliban" and Asian women as cheap with no self-respect who'll sleep with any man. She has no filter and is incredibly rude to others as well without noticing it herself and then wonders why no one at work likes her.
She has no empathy either. I have a bipolar disorder and when I have a depressive episode she gets mad because her little puppy won't entertain her for a while. She's even admitted that my depression is worse for her because it's not fair that she gets dragged down when it's not her who has the diagnosis. Then told me after an episode that she was angry at me because I didn't at least fake being happy for her sake and she was bored the entire time.
My boyfriend, her own son, used to suffer from depression and on our way home she talked about how hard it was for her. I said that I agree because it's horrible to see someone you love feel so miserable, but it's so much worse for him. I was hit with a "yeah... I don't know. I'd say it's harder to deal with the person than the illness." Due to my boyfriend's depression, he didn't live up to her expectations of becoming famous. She told me that she wished she had a son that she could actually be proud of but instead had to settle for "that one."
My sister, 26f, and I grew up in a very abusive home which has caused her to suffer from a Borderline Personality Disorder and PTSD so she's in and out of the hospital because of severe breakdowns, SH and S-attempts. We're really tight. She's just 10 months older than me, so we've always (and only) had each other. Of course I'm extremely worried about her when I know she's had a breakdown. One evening my sister had done very harmful things to herself and was rushed to the hospital, but I, of course, had to go to work the next day because someone lacks empathy and made a "decision." I looked at my phone constantly, fidgeted, my leg was shaking... My MIL asked if my sister had been "stupid again." I told her what had happened. She sighed loudly and said "wouldn't it be easier if she just unalived herself?" ... quickly added, with this fake caring look, "you know, so you wouldn't have to be so worried all the time." So yeah... she's a horrible woman in every possible way. I know hate is a strong word, but I think it fits pretty well right here.
It has gotten to a point where I sometimes consider leaving my boyfriend just to get away and never have to look at her face again. Even if I quit, I'll still see her at family gatherings and holidays. With no family myself - other than my sister who celebrates holidays with her girlfriend - I really have no excuse not to go. I love my boyfriend more than anything and I would never dream of giving him an ultimatum or anything like that, and the last thing I want is to leave him, but that woman is messing with my already poor mental health and I don't know what to do.

My family on my dad's side is a cult. They have a southern Baptist belief system. They have been labeled as a cult by the government so I won't say what the cult name is coz I don't want to be identified.
I wasn't like the other little girls in my family; I was rough, rowdy, contrary, excitable, smart mouthed, and ornery little tom boy. I was always chastised for acting like a boy. I was told to act like a lady. I wasn't allowed to burp, fart, spit, puke, etc in other people's presence even by accident. I was told by being not lady like I was upsetting God and Jesus.
When I got my first period I received a Bible as a gift. It was a Bible for girls going through puberty. I read from it a lot and it had said that anything I touch or come in contact with became unclean during my menstrual cycle. It cozed me great distress and so I changed my sheets and cleaned my things with Lysol wipes while on my period.
When I got engaged my family made me feel really bad about living with him and having sex before marriage. When that relationship ended very violently I was told it was bound to happen that way because I was living in sin.
I was taught women don't speak and the men control everything. You are not aloud to spread the word of God to others if you are a woman and don't speak in church besides saying amen or singing up front.
Us girls were taught to be traditional wives and were taught how to be a lady.
But all this made me feel worthless as a woman. But now I don't feel that way. I'm with an amazing woman now and she raises me up when I'm low.

I'm already an older gent, soon 40. Not old fart but old enough to understand how fucked up this world is. And it's all because of internet. I'm not going to go down to details but it's just harsh cold fact that humanity was better without the internet. I know, i remember! I'm not only talking about porn but social media as well. I mean all what's in it. My best advice is that if you want to live happier life, to be a real man, to actually gain good things in your life, to find a good woman to share your life with (not talking about internet escort services or onlyfans whores), to get pass cynicism in your life, to end hatred and all other malicious thoughts towards mankind and women you really have to start living life outside internet. Use it only as a mandatory tool when needed. Don't ride it 8 hours a day like your life depends on it, because it doesn't. You are way better without it.

I want to take a moment to talk about the far left, like AOC (Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez) and Bernie, who I just saw in the interview:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qE5BWFRETdk
In the interview, about two thirds of the way in, AOC talked about how she got hardly any pay from her employer working as a bartender and Bernie talks about his memories of childhood poverty and stress from poverty. Elizabeth Warren, another such Democrat, also talked on her campaign about the effect of financial stress on her and her family as a child.
These people are not poor, and they haven't been poor for a long, long time. Before being a politician, AOC was working as a bartender in New York City. Manhattan bartenders make like $100,000 a year in cash, almost no taxes. Also AOC was good looking with good people skills so she probably made more than that. That is not poverty. She also talked about how she had "no healthcare" because she didn't have health insurance. There are people in rural areas who have to drive like an hour to get to a grocery store and even further than that to get to a doctor or hospital. Now that is "no healthcare". You know these people have it bad because such rural men don't go to a doctor unless something is really, really bad.
I feel like the far left (like me in the past) lives with this victim mentality. There's this mentality of "Oh, I'm the victim of racism" or "I'm the victim of patriarchal sexism" or "I'm the victim of homophobia" or whatever. I'm sorry, but could you please shut up? There are counties where people literally get stoned to death. You live in THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
Is financial inequality large? Yes. But this is not a problem specific to this country. India has computer programmers working for big tech software companies basically living in gated palaces a few miles away from slums. This is even worse than in most of the USA. There are other counties with higher Gini coefficients (income inequality measurements, see https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_countries_by_income_equality ) than the USA. This is not Africa. Be thankful.
Also, atheism. Atheists will have Christian family members, grow up in a Christian place, and be like "I'm not a Christian, I prayed to Satan and didn't get hit by a lightning bolt so your God isn't real, ha ha ha, I reject your beliefs as superstition, I am very smart, I believe in science".
Uhh... What do you say when you stub your toe? "Oh science, science damn it?" What do you say when you feel relief? "Thank science?" Why is it when you develop schizophrenia you have the delusional belief that you are the second coming of Jesus and not the second coming reincarnation of the prophet Mohammed? Shut up, you're a Christian, you're just an asshole. I swear, I once went to an atheists club and they were all like "We are so smart, everyone else is wrong and stupid, blah blah blah". I am sorry, but this is not a fun social group to be with, you people basically get high off of naval gazing and smelling your own farts. And then they approach death and become agnostic (atheists become agnostic with age). I think I read somewhere that super believing Catholics become less certain when they're old too.
This is a side note, but I once knew two male identical twins who looked identical, but one was a devout priest and the other was a devout atheist (note I didn't know the priest one personally). They had identical DNA and they were both very certain of their beliefs and neither of them were fun. The atheist one started a club for people who left religion and wanted to talk about their religious trauma and how the lies of their religion traumatized them. When I came to this "atheists club" listed on the Meetup website, I thought we were just going to socialize, maybe eat some pizza and go bowling, not cry about how the Mormon prophet Joseph Smith made up the gold plates with a third book of the Bible written on them that he found under the dirt in his backyard that he couldn't show anyone else. Like yeah, no shit he made shit up and/or pretended (see https://www.instagram.com/p/C6oSeVdrkU2/ , I got the second image of Jesus on the cross with a donkey head from Googling "earliest depictions of Jesus" ). Oh, and I am literally the second coming of Jesus because my name and my father's name is the same and my mom has an investment account called "Virgin" and I channel The Holy Spirit, bipolar disorder. Right...
If some people with penises can identify as women, I can identify as GOD.

You say most of us dislike pugceo because he’s just like us(average guy) and he’s more successful than us so we hate him because it shows that we have no excuse. NOT TRUE.
Most of us dislike him because he’s a dork that got lucky meeting you and he’s has not improved in any aspect of life (besides networking) on a self improvement podcast. People don’t like hypocrites.
His fitness level is mediocre and hasn’t improved much.
His stutter is the same.
He apparently is a master with women, but gets tricked/finessed by daisy and the other white girl.
He is irresponsible with women. Selling them “dreams” and nutting in them without permission and he shows this off like it’s funny. Weirdo btw.
I guarantee if pugceo walks in a bar and doesn’t have his fancy cars/chains he would pull zero girls. He depends on his money/clout/ig to pull women. But he acts like he’s “the man”. Easy to trick dumb young clout hungry hoes in Miami.
And there’s a bunch of other shit I can list off.
And we aren’t the only ones that think low of him. He gets made fun of by the tates, satorial shooter, and others for his lack of discipline.
I don’t think pugceo is a bad person. BUT Pugceo is the definition of a Dork with money. And he moves just like it. Because he didn’t have to work hard to get where he is at. Before FNF he was doing stupid little fart prank videos. And he won the lottery meeting you
Myron if you didn’t know pugceo and you met him today without the money you would think he’s just another fucking loser.

For context we have been married for 3 years and together over 4. He used to be aware of his surroundings and considerate of any sort of habits he has but now he has no consideration when he’s hocking up loogies in the trash, burping and farting during dinner, farting on me, and then proceeds to try to shove his tongue down my throat, grope me, and as horrible as it is to write and admit.. flop his dick and balls telling me he has something for me..it’s just so gross..
He loses his shit anytime you tell him anything you don’t like. You might as well tell him he’s not worth air if you express you don’t care for something he does. I do my best to be clean and considerate about any bodily functions. I blow my nose in the bathroom with the door close so no one has to hear it, to give you preface on how I carry myself.
The last thing I want to do is have sex with this man after he does all this nasty shit all day long. Yes he smokes cigarettes so I’m sure that’s a lot of it but why does it always have to be so loud and right in front of me? He’s constantly hocking stuff up or spitting every 20 seconds. It’s gross. He’s gross. I literally have to just deal with it and attempt to ignore it otherwise he picks every little thing I do apart that he doesn’t like. How do some men expect women to get on their knees at any given second when they act like absolute cavemen? He has become the furthest thing from a gentleman. How do y’all put up with shit like this?
Edit: let me reiterate.. he has not ALWAYS been like this. I wouldn’t have tolerated this from someone I just met. This started approximately a year ago and it progressively got worse. There’s been more than one conversation about it with him.

Legit I've had it with these people. Each one I felt wasn't enough to post here but man there have been so many I'll just throw th;em into a single post

1. Won't move back Wallace: Doors are closing on other transit users and he's just standing there with loads of room behind him. He's holding onto a handrail even though there are seats empty and his arms are outstretched. He won't move an inch so I (a smaller woman) have to duck under his arm and make room for those behind me. It's not like he has any mobility concerns that prevent him from moving back, in fact he's choosing to stand there when empty seats are behind him. This continues for 5+ stops on the crowded subway so it's not like he was getting off soon anyway
2. Purses Pam: Her purse gets its own seat even though there's a young mum with her toddler standing in the aisle. Also makes sure her cane is across the aisle so other bus riders will trip unless they see it and step over it.
3. Lying Linda: Just like Wallace, she didn't want to move back. But she told everyone it's because she was getting off next stop. After next stop, behold she's still on the train. Again and again, it's always next stop but she's still there! Others notice that she's just lying about needing to get off when she really just doesn't want to make room for others. Someone asks her to move back so she responds by stretching her arms across the aisle and grabbing both handholds on either side, and saying "why don't you make me?" Gosh these people
4. Sportsball Steve: Drunk old guy in a sports jersey staring creepily at young women on the train. He's burping, farting, and doing all sorts of gross stuff nice and loud. Puts his feet up on the seat across from him and just takes up loads of space despite the train being crowded and plenty of other riders don't have a seat. His snack wrappers are all over the floor around him
5. Mr. and Mrs. Forgot my stuff: At the bottom of a crowded escalator to the station, the wife suddenly decides she wants to find something from her husband's backpack so they stop right there in the middle after they stepped off to slowly unzip the bag and look for it. This nearly causes a pile-up from the 20+ other travelers on the same escalator who literally cannot stop and will crash into them because they're blocking the way. Legit so dangerous and lots of people could've been hurt. Like can we not walk 10 feet and then look for it? cmon now

Which ones have you run into? Why do they have to be such total jerks on public transit?

I’ve had such a hard pregnancy. I’m high risk because of pretty rare reasons (irritable uterus, contracting since 18 weeks and cervix shortening). I’m on modified bed rest now as I inch closer and closer to better milestones. Now 31+4.
I can’t help it, I have so much pregnancy envy. All I see on instagram are pregnant women killing it during pregnancy - working out, traveling, doing fun things, etc. Meanwhile I’m stuck horizontal, losing muscle mass, farting, and miserable. I absolutely HATE when influencers post about how wonderful and easy their pregnancies have been. It’s infuriating.
Most of my friends also felt great during pregnancy, too.
The only joy I feel is tuning into my baby’s kicks and talking to him. I know it’ll be worth it in the end, but why is it so easy for some and so hard for others?