A few that pop to mind immediately are fig newtons, velveeta, and ketchup and all dressed potato chips. I’m sure there’s more but I distinctly remember those being way more flavourful when I was a kid. I keep chasing that old flavour but never find them

I will be making coffee or taking a shower and suddenly realize I am ten minutes deep into a fictional debate with someone over a scenario that has never happened. Curious why our brains love running simulations of random drama.

Right around like 10-11 years old I begin having this feeling where I’d be completely disgusted or repulsed by my self; like body face etc. the earliest memory I have is being 10 years old and taking a selfie, I looked at it and remember feeling the worst guilt and disgust I’d ever felt at that point, and it’s not even like the selfie was anything inappropriate; completely harmless. As I started getting older, this feeling morphed into a sense of me feeling that something about me a a person or concept was just off. I’m 23 now and even just looking at my body or face causes a big spiral of guilt, shame, and repulsion. The best way I can describe it is feeling inherently dirty or nasty, compared to others.

I would prefer to play bingo and be retired at 20s and then going to college and work in my 80s. I don't like the natural progression of time. Having to be immature now and being forced to be mature later. I would also prefer to have long gray beard and smoke pipe now and be emo and young looking later in life. It feels silly that I want to feed pigeons and sit in my chair at 20 and won't be able to do stuff later at 80 when I'll feel ready to and want to.

When I come across someone being mean/rude, I find that my reaction is quite different to the majority’s. While most people think it’s appropriate to dogpile on or shame and condemn that person, I find myself questioning the set of circumstances that led them to this point.

Say we have two people, A and B. Person A grew up with healthy, educated, loving parents, a successful older sibling who can role-model, and a stable financial background. Person A’s parents teach them etiquette crucial for social skills like being kind to others and how to make friends. Person A isn’t in constant stress which wears them down as they are not in poverty. Person A has some life direction and inspiration from their older sibling.

You can see where I’m going with this. Person B grows up in a dysfunctional, drug-abusive, low income household. Parents are alcoholic and constantly fight, the older sibling was manipulated by them to believe Person B is their enemy thus the siblings have a poor relationship (common in dysfunctional families), Person B feels lost in the world, like the world has done them dirty, as they have only known dysfunction, poverty, and misfortune.

Now I’m not saying we are helpless creatures and life just comes at us. We have agency over how we react. That being said, it is important not to understate how deeply our upbringing shapes us. In comparing Person A and B, it becomes clear how much easier and natural kindness comes to Person A, and how for Person B, yes they have the choice to be kind, but it doesn’t come naturally given their years of enduring hardship. Physically, Person B’s brain has formed neural networks that make it more difficult to survive this world. They have been conditioned to have poorer social skills, thus it takes a tremendous amount of effort, and self introspection, to learn how to be kind.

I’m not saying that we should excuse and allow poor behaviour. Rudeness to hospitality staff, meanness to peers, and more severely, crime, is all wrong. But in understanding why people behave the way they do, we can analyse their behaviour through an empathetic lens. When someone is mean, rather than reacting harshly, roasting them, insulting them, wouldn’t it be better for the world if we recognised that person was likely speaking from a place of deep pain, so it does no good to hurt them further when we respond?

I’m not saying ‘kill them with kindness’ is always the answer. There are times when mean, cruel behaviour needs to be met with serious consequences, like terrible crimes must be met with worthy punishment.

DAE agree? I would love to hear your thoughts.

This is an issue I've been trying to work through because it really bothers me. I have a huge ego and I hate it. I get defensive around people smarter and/or more successful than me, which makes sense. But then I get this feeling of arrogance and pretentiousness around most other people. I think I subconsiously I think I'm better than I really am. Definitely some "gifted kid syndrome" going on because I was always treated like I was something special and now I feel like I need to live up to it. But the side product seems to be that massive ego. How do I stop feeling and acting like this?

I don’t care!!!!! It’s a useless task!!!!!!! “Starting the day off right” is a lazy excuse!!! Who tf wants to do it?? I genuinely don’t even notice crawling into a made bed vs unmade at the end of the day. It is a waste of time and effort!!!

I am obsessed with how my face looks. Not in a super literal way but seeing how I look makes me happy. I even find myself scrolling through my own selfies and photos often because I’m so pleased with how I look.

But I never feel “beautiful” or “pretty”. This is fucking with my head. I love how I look but I just don’t think anyone else does. I don’t necessarily see it as a bad thing because it doesn’t affect my confidence or self esteem, maybe I just feel like those aren’t the best words to describe my looks?

Does anyone else feel like this or understand me? BTW not fishing for any compliments or opinions on my appearance, genuinely just curious about why my brain is doing this😹

I always felt weird when people would tell me how I feel when I seek advice. I know how I feel. I need advice, not someone to tell me what I’m feeling. I’ve always found it weird that people need someone else to understand how they feel when they should be able to recognize their own emotions or learn how to understand them themselves.

I’m pretty introverted and don’t usually share much, but I felt like sharing something good today.

For the longest time, I worked jobs paying $14–$15 an hour and gave them everything I had. I kept applying for better jobs and going to interviews, but nothing seemed to work out. It was disappointing, but I kept trying.
About a year later, I ended up with a job that was better than what I’d originally hoped for. Great pay more than i could've ever imagined, stable hours, and a routine I’m really happy with. Sometimes it still feels a little unreal.

A couple of years ago, I started trying to follow a teaching from my faith: keep doing your part without getting too caught up in the outcome. I still care about how things turn out, obviously, but that thought has helped me stay patient when things don’t happen straight away.

Today I was thinking about the things I used to wish for. I wanted a stable job. I have one now. I wanted a reliable car, and now I have a better car I love that’s completely paid off. I’m going to the gym five times a week, eating well, and have time for myself outside work.

It’s easy to keep thinking about the next thing, but man, a few years ago I would’ve been so happy just to know I’d get here.

I feel really grateful to God, and I wanted to take a moment to actually enjoy what I have. There are still things I’m working towards which will for sure come to me at the right time in a way i can't imagine at all.., but today I’m happy with where I am.

Oftentimes I will think back on times I overheard a conversation and wanted to join in, saw someone I wanted to talk to, or was in a group and wanted to say something but didn't because I was too anxious or didn't have the energy too. I will imagine the conversation I could have had over and over and over, not in an anxious shift through scenarios way but just imagining what I would have said, the exact same thing everytime.

The one my brain has been stuck on for months was this conversation my co-workers were having and our workplace is really really small, so any conversation anyone has in the same room is basically a group conversation with everyone in the room, as everybody's close together enough it wouldn't be strange to butt in. They were talking about young people's drinking culture and I had something I wanted to say, having relevant experience as a young person with friends my age who drink. I didn't say anything though, and I can't even remember the reason why not, it's just been reduced in my memory to the one thing they said that I remember and then going over everything I wanted to say.

Ive heard that quartz clocks can run either slow or fast. This makes sense to me since its probably impossible to make a perfectly perfect quartz time piece. But in my observations, it seems like theyre always slow and not fast. Whenever i have to recalibrate my watch or the clocks at work, theyre all slow. Has anybody seen a quartz crystal clock or watch that runs fast?

I just bought a leather shoe for my work. My previous is well used and looks bad. I saw my colleague wearing this shoe,looks nice and shinny,he bought it from japan. I had the chance to go to japan,so just now i bought it. It was slightly more expensive than what i planned,but man ,my heart was so heavy and i feel so shitty. Like as if ive done a sin.

“ is it worth this much”
“ you could have spend it on something much more useful”
“ could have bought it cheaper back home,its expensive because its a japanese brand”

Am i the only one?

i’ll remember a book so vividly and have zero clue what happened to the characters in the end. i’ll remember the plot, the characters, little random details, but i never remember the ending and have to look it up.

Anytime I see or hear someone say they like a celebrity, or even a fictional character or just someone in their life because they’re pretty/hot (or mainly because of that) I’m like wow we really are animals.

Looks are prioritized over everything else. It’s a human thing obviously, nobody’s immune to it. Lizard brain and evolution and symmetrical faces and all that. I know that, still it’s pretty sad to me.

How are we so blind. Every time I hear or read someone saying that I just imagine cattle, being feral and foaming at the mouth. Their brain is overwhelmed entirely with one thing. I’m dramatic, but it’s genuinely fascinating.

And what’s even funnier is when people get upset that someone isn’t as attractive to them as they used to be, and voice their opinion too. How dare you not appeal to me anymore? Let me feel good looking at you how could you do this?

They look at people as objects of their desires. They watch characters in movies and tv shows and root for them because they appeal to those desires, over everything else. (Referring to the ones who only/mainly like certain people and characters because they’re attractive).

Does anyone else feel like they are just comedic relief for their family and nothing more? I am the youngest of four girls and as I have grown up I realized that my voice is nothing but listened to when I’m being funny. Every time I am with them I have so sort of emotional break down and I hate it bc it just adds to the youngest sibling stereo but I like am truely more mature and experienced. I’m 25 I’ve lived in NYC since I was 18 then moved to Chicago then Florida. My oldest is definitely more well traveled than me but I mean if as I have experienced way more trauma and people and stuff so like I know what i know but they will never take me seriously. Im at the point where I don’t even want to do a whole wedding when the time comes because I feel like I wouldn’t be taken seriously like my other now married sisters. I don’t want to just be a joke I want to be seen as a respectable and responsible person but I don’t think I’ll ever earn it with the youngest sibling part of it all. I just feel like the further away I am the more comfortable I feel.

Hi, so i had this lines for as long as I can remember. It is like vertical line behind my leg that separates my skin to lighter and darker sides. I have looked it up, and seems like that it occurs during pregnancy for some people. I have never been pregnant , thought. Is it just weird pigmentation thing?

For me it's patronise/patronising. I don't know why, but when I want to use it, I can never think of it. I'm forever asking "what's the word for talking down to someone that begins with a P?".

Bonus points if you keep it, along with similar items you decide to sell at your own pop-up sale which is in its 3rd year of planning?

I recently paid $2 (not a king's ransom) for two small 1"x3" metal L brackets which will probably live in the shed for a year, waiting to eventually be put in the "free" box

I know a lot of people whose love language is basically insults. Soon after meeting you, they'll throw around lighthearted roasts. Then as you get to know each other better, you start pushing boundaries and the insults get funnier and funnier. It can be taken too far of course, but otherwise I think it's a great way to connect.

Nobody does this to me, aside from people I've known for years. Not even the type of person whose whole personality is friendly insults. People either make polite small talk with me or straight up glaze me with compliments. It feels fake. I kinda wish people would treat me how they treat others.

I've been wondering my whole life why they do this. Maybe I come across as extremely sensitive? Or unapproachable? I mean I do have a bad case of rbf and a lot of people have admitted that I'm intimidating on first impression.

Exactly what the title says. I keep getting told that what people really want is to be listened to and have their emotional experience validated. And I just don't. I want advice that assumes I'm competent enough to have done the basics, but I want advice. I want to hear other angles on the situation, because otherwise I'l just repeat my thoughts forever. Am I the only one?

Does anyone else have random crying spells? I have moderate ADHD and MDD. I’m on low-dose SSRI and XR Adderall, and I’m consistent with therapy. I understand occasional crying, but recently I’ve had bizarre, out-of-context crying spells.

Like today. It was a normal workday. I got home and was chilling. But I felt this weird sense of something being “unfinished.” It felt like complete nothingness. Meaninglessness. Not loneliness or emptiness. I can’t explain it. I watched cute animal videos, and napped for 45 minutes. Then I listened to someone singing, and suddenly, I felt this overwhelming longing for someone or something I couldn’t identify. Like I was 90, missing someone from my 20s. Except I’m in my 30s.

And then I started SOBBING. I’m talking uncontrollable wailing, kicking the air, throwing a literal tantrum on my couch. I kept repeating in my native language, “God, please let me live.” At one point, I felt like I was watching myself from a third-person perspective. It was surreal. I decided to journal to slow down my thoughts, still sobbing, and started writing. My thoughts went everywhere: Adderall side effects, whether I needed to adjust my SSRI, how bizarre I felt. I do NOT have SI, but I even had morbid imaginations about being found dead in my office at work. And I thought about how if I had a significant other, and if i died, they wouldn't even be sad because they would be so annoyed with me for having to take care of all the administrative mess. And the perpetual thought loop of self-denial and worthlessness started to emerge, and I had to actively push that thought away. And then I got distracted by a zit on my face, and eventually the crying stopped... wtf? I feel like a crazy person. I genuinely wondered if these were even my emotions - like am I possessed? Am I channeling someone else's feelings?

Has anyone experienced anything similar? I really would like to know that this is a shared experience and I'm not actually crazy...

For laundry I throw everything into the washing machine and run a cycle, maybe 2 if it’s really dirty, and then everything goes in the dryer. Once it’s done it just all goes into a clean basket.

I dont care if my clothes have wrinkles. Once I wear them for an hour the wrinkles smooth themselves out anyways. It’s so much easier this way. I think I would lose my mind if I have to fold them. I actually think laundry is one of the easiest chores this way. It doesn’t even feel like that much of a chore tbh. You hardly do anything. Just throwing clothes into the washing machine, pouring detergent, and using the dryer is so easy when you don’t need to fold all of them.