Bunch of spineless fucking cowards caving to authority

It’s just soo bullshit that you are forced to be born then live a whole life, lucky if you have a full family and never went poor which in most cases isn’t the case, and then when u work hard fix your life build a family make money loose money take in all the beauty the world has to offer all to just end in the end, to go back to how it was before you were born, it’s sooo bullshit that you have to have the same end as a person who did drugs all his life was a criminal, did horrible things and in the end that person also has the same position in the universe as you after death. It pisses me off that one has to leave behind all his life was, one has to be okay with never seeing what happens after.

I swear to fucking God being from India must have been a fucking curse for something I did in my past fucking life. I can’t move anywhere because of where I’m from even legally because of my fucking skin color. Everywhere I go I’m just considered a “pajeet” like I’m just trying to live my fucking life. Indian people are also so fucking stupid there is too many of us atleast 80% of us need to die so that India can actually have less people and develop as a fucking nation.

The West sees me as a “parasite invader” just for wanting to live there like sorry for wanting to live in your country even when I’ve already assimilated and learnt your fucking language I’m sorry for being brown next time I’ll just kill myself so I’ll be white instead like you fucking pigs want. Every group of people hate us and honestly I see why. I fucking hate Indians too like so many of us are so dumb and fucking uneducated I don’t wanna live anymore like honestly going anywhere as an Indian just means that you’re treated like fucking shit. All of this because Indians are fucking idiots who don’t know how to act in public because of their dumbass beliefs in the caste system and all that.

It’s gotten to a point where I don’t believe I’ll have a future with everything that’s been going on. Maybe I’ll get a better race next time maybe I should just go and live my life pretending to not be an Indian. I’m sorry I’m just tired I’m going to bed now I’m tired I’m sorry

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My roommates are so filthy and disgusting.

They have so much anal sex with each other that when they do number two they can no longer produce a log because their buttholes are so destroyed.

Instead their poop just explodes out of their butt. It sticks to the sides of the toilet bowl and stays there no matter how much you flush.

Meanwhile my roommates are like "Gee, I wonder how many penises I can fit up my butthole?"

It's gross! And smelly!

I live with wild animals I hate them so much.

I'll keep his name private since me and him are still minors.(Around 17 and stuff)

I don't know what disability he has, but I do know he is disabled in some way.

Little context for me, Is that I get scared by sudden loud noise. If I don't know a loud noise is coming or it was calm and then that noise happens I get scared. Im scared easily in general.

Me and him are just peers... Not exactly friends, because I don't know much about him. Me and him have two classes together, mainly because we're in the same level of math and reading(keep in mind the school I'm at is a charter school) anyways....Often, nearly everyday he sneezes at least Once. Or twice, and you know how people try to keep their sneezes quiet. Well his sneeze isn't..... I keep telling myself "he might not be able to control it" or something. And I got really embarrassed when he sneezed and one of the teachers asked if I was alright because I flinched,
Yesterday or Wednesday, an extra teacher asked him if anyone has told him that he doesn't need to sneeze so loud. And I feel bad for him because of that, I don't know if he can control how loud his sneezing is. Or if he can't. And yes I do wish he'd be like a little quieter with his sneezing. But I feel bad because he most likely can't control his sneezing, nonetheless I just feel so bad that I get scared because of something so simple. But to me, whenever it happens in the moment, especially when its quiet. It sounds almost like a gunshot in some way, like if you went to a very quiet forest......it's so calm, so quiet, so soothing...then POP. A gunshot.

I cant believe it has gotten this bad so quickly. I dont even know where it came from. I remember being able to speak your own words, and someone disagrees, and you just hear them out, and meet in the middle about something. Now, if i dont like something that most people dont, im suddenly a monster, and someone who seeks out attention?? HOW?? The entire point about an opinion is that it is YOUR OWN. Its fine to disagree, but people cant even take something like a slip up or a mistake now. Saying someone's name or pronouns wrong? Well that's assault (not literally, dont come at me for that) but it really is like that now, and im sick of it. It makes life harder than it needs to be, when people could just keep their stuff in their own head at the very least. IF UR GONNA START AN ARGUMENT, MAKE IT WORTH THE TIME TAKEN OUT OF UR DAY.

I've started to wonder whether anonymity on the internet has given people freedom to express themselves, or simply freedom to be awful to one another without consequences.

Spend enough time on Reddit or X (formerly Twitter), and you'll see what I mean. Someone shares an opinion, asks a genuine question, or posts something entirely harmless, and within minutes, there are people lining up to insult them. Not disagree with them, not challenge their argument, but personally attack someone they've never met. And some of these responses are so unnecessarily vicious that you genuinely wonder what goes through someone's mind when they type them out.

I understand why anonymity matters. It protects whistleblowers, allows people to discuss sensitive issues, and gives a voice to those who might otherwise be silenced. I wouldn't want to lose any of that.

But somewhere along the way, we've also created an environment where people can behave in ways they probably wouldn't dream of behaving face to face. And the worst part is that the platforms often end up rewarding exactly this behaviour. Outrage gets engagement, engagement gets visibility, and the cycle continues.

Now throw bots into the mix, including accounts deliberately built to provoke, manipulate conversations, or spread hostility, and it becomes increasingly difficult to tell whether you're arguing with an actual person or something designed to make you angry.

I don't think the internet was ever a particularly polite place. But lately, the sheer amount of hostility feels exhausting. You open a platform hoping to learn something, discover an interesting perspective, or have a decent conversation, and instead find yourself wading through insults, manufactured outrage, and people seemingly competing to be the biggest asshole in the room.

And perhaps that's what bothers me the most. We're slowly normalising behaviour online that we'd find completely unacceptable in almost any other social setting.

I wonder how much of what we're seeing is genuinely human nature being exposed by anonymity, and how much is behaviour we've been conditioned to adopt by platforms that have learned to profit from our worst impulses.

I’m 22 and I don’t have anyone I’m really close to. There isn’t a single person I can text when I’ve had a shit day or need to talk. Lately that’s been getting to me a lot.

I grew up poor. My dad was an alcoholic, and I wasn’t close to my mum. Most of my teens were spent at my computer, feeling shit about myself. I went to regular high school for about two years before switching to evening school. I feel like I missed out on a lot, and it still feels fucking unfair that things only started improving once I was an adult.

I’m really insecure about where I am in life. When people ask about my family, work or plans, I feel like I have nothing I can comfortably tell them. I end up lying because I’m afraid they’ll look down on me if they know the truth. It hurts how much I feel I have to hide just to seem normal.

For years I told myself I’d start going out and meeting people once I looked better or got my shit together. Over the past year my acne has improved a lot, which was one of my biggest insecurities. I’ve lost weight too. Sometimes I think I look okay, but I still compare myself to other people and feel worse. I’ve tried the gym, but getting there and being around people wears me out. There’s always something else I feel I need to fix first.

I started working about a year ago. I thought I’d found somewhere I could settle in and have a reliable income, but that hasn’t worked out and now I need something else. I’m not studying, still live at home and have no idea what I want to do long term.

I don’t have a car or a driving licence. I have savings for lessons, but keep doubting whether I could handle the responsibility of driving. My mum wants to do everything for me, which I find exhausting. I want to become more independent, but I don’t trust myself very much.

I don’t think people necessarily see how I feel. I can talk to people, joke around and make them laugh. When I started work, I felt pretty well liked. I have ADHD and a lot of autistic traits, but I can get along with people. Getting close to someone is harder. Once I care what they think of me, I start second-guessing everything. I want someone I can be honest with, but I’m embarrassed by so much of what I’d have to tell them.

I had one close friendship that meant a lot to me. Spending time with that person was one of the few things I actually enjoyed and looked forward to. I eventually walked away because they treated me badly. I still miss having someone to spend time with.

I’ve never been in a relationship either. For a long time I didn’t try to date, and honestly I didn’t even feel much of a need to. Now I feel fucking lonely, and it hurts that I haven’t even had the chance to experience being with someone. On top of that, I’m ashamed of having no experience. Pretty much everyone I get to know either has someone or has been in a relationship before, and I feel embarrassed admitting that I never have.

People talk casually about renting a place, going somewhere with their girlfriend or meeting a mate after work. Even those ordinary things feel hard to imagine having myself. I listen and wonder how I’m supposed to get from where I am to anything like that.

Most days are work, home, computer, sleep. I mostly work alone, but I have tried going out. I’ve gone for drinks with a friend and caught up with people I hadn’t seen in years. Sometimes I came home feeling even worse, thinking about everything I’d missed and how far behind I felt. Even while I was talking and laughing with them, I could still feel completely alone.

I want someone to hug, talk to after work or spend an evening with. Friends to make plans with. I’ve spent years waiting until I felt ready for those things, and I’m still waiting.

tried posting a post on r/askreddit, and it says "no or/either questions" like WHY? what did i do?

Please stop showing me ads for unrelated products sponsored by Formula 1 drivers. Why is Formula 1 showing up in EVERY FUCKING ADVERTISEMENT. I just can't get away from them. Google Gemini ads, CEX ads, BP ads, McDonalds, Sonic the Hedgehog (maybe that ones fair). Just get this sport out of my face please!

I know NOTHING about Formal 1 and I don't WANT to know about Formula 1. I'm not interested in a sport probably loaded with nepo-babies.

I don't know who McClaren is and why he's obsessed with papayas, I don't know what a pit stop is, I don't know who Lando Norris is, only that he's really bad at emoting for a camera. I'm never going to watch a single race.

Just leave me alone!

All this talk about her tits , I DO NOT CARE.... Unless we're talking about tits, then I'm all in.

I've never understood this argument that video games are bad because they teach kids bad behaviours or that certain things are ok. I remember reading an article saying Assassins Creed Black Flag was bad because it promoted whaling. WHAT? To who? Who has played Black Flag and then thought it was a good idea to go hunt whales in real life?

I first played GTA when I was thirteen. Yes too young I know but it was round a mates house. I used to mow down pedestrians, shoot cops, pick up prostitutes then drive them off a pier lol. Not once. NOT ONCE even at 13 did I ever think that was a good idea. I was very aware this was a game where you do bad things and doing any of those things in real life would make me a terrible person. It was ok on a game though because it was a GAME.

However the whole leading to violence thing has a tiny bit of merit in the sense that some people are real sore losers and get REALLY frickin angry. I remember when swatting was a thing. But these things are very rare and very illegal and you could make the argument that alcohol is a hell of a lot worse yet no one is using that as a justification to tell people not to drink.

The whole though wanting to remove certain elements from games though because they set apparently teach bad morals that is stupid.

edit: that was meant to say "extract". stupid phone

edit: even if it was true that we got our morals from games why are these games suddenly held to a higher moral standard than life? We've all got phones. Movies exist aswell, X exists. Bad things happen in the world. Are we to believe if it wasn't for video games having bad stuff we would all be ignorant of immoral behaviour?

Also don't ask why you here then, had it wasn't Google stuffing almost every results with a link to Reddit do you guys really think an average person would even want to know about this garbage dump's existence?

This place is literally CCP or CCCP if they are a social platform. Hell, (excluding CCP and its utterly toxic shitizens) even the real CCCP might be less toxic than here despite being the same level of dogshit censorship, housing similarily dogshit people, and crazed over similar dogshit ideologies. Somehow Reddit is even worse. It's the manifestation of what i called a Dogshit-cracy, absolute mob rule by a bunch of cultists under different names combined with AdminKVDs terminating everyone that not agreed with the ultimate agenda for even one coma. George Orwell will exclaim how he still underestimates the level of dystopia humans can create to fuck themselves up when he saw this place.

Absolute, dogshit, platform, run by a bunch of dogshit people housing another few bunches of dogshit people, while getting overran by dogshit ideologies, agendas and propagandas. That is what Reddit and Redditors are. OK rant completed. Snowflakes, time to get your fucking fingers on the report button just like you always did. Report till I got perma banned from here, COME ON!

It drives me absolutely fucking crazy.

Today someone's dog ran up to me from their front patio and started fighting with my bigger dog, then it bit my 4 month old puppy at least twice. No amount of me yelling "get your fucking dog!" made the owner of the dog hurry his ass up whatsoever. My puppy proceeded to pull out of his harness and took off running.

THANKFULLY he ran several blocks all the way home.

THANKFULLY he didn't get hit by a car on the way.

THANKFULLY neither of my dogs ended up with an open wound.

WHYYYY do people think it's ok to keep their dogs off leash in the middle of town?? In the middle of a neighborhood?!?! This happens so often, it's ridiculous. I just want to walk my dogs in peace

I thought that once I found my own group of friends, and didn't just follow people around, I would be happy. I was wrong. All my friends would choose someone else over me, and the one who calls me her bestie abandons me the second she finds someone cooler.

The sight of their backs has become a familiar friend, and at lunch her backpack purposely distances me from any conversation. I have friends, but I don't know if they are true friends.

All my longest friendships are falling apart, and no one even cares about me. My best friend left me, only leaving behind the memories that I know will slowly fade away. I miss her laughter. I miss my childhood.

I can't even eat anything anymore, and I'm such a horrible person. I waste so much food and time and money but I still can't eat. I'm so hungry. The feeling of an empty stomach lingers all day and night until I barely notice it anymore. I wish I could say it was an eating disorder. I wish I had a name for what's wrong with me. I wish that when I say picky eating they didn't just dismiss me as spoiled. Although I'm sure that I am.

My life is so good but I hate it all the same. I keep telling myself that everything will get better soon, but I know that isn't true. I always read about the girls who were unpopular nerds, and everyone hated them. I felt bad, but at least it wasn't me. Now I see though, they were just a mirror of what I'd become. A mirror of what I am.

I used to be happy. I had friends. I could eat. I didn't spend every moment questioning my sexuality and thoughts. I wasn't betrayed by everyone I knew until life spiraled out of control and I lost everything.

But it got so, so, so much worse.

And I'm scared it will never get better.

I am 17(m). Some women in authoritative positions want to talk to me in a sweet voice with a big smile but talk like I’m stupid. Everything she or my boss does (they’re husband and wife, husband is my boss) something while we’re working she has to say “see this is something that will help you build a cabinet in the future so go watch him“ as if I don’t already know how to use a crow bar. She also acts like her generation was the hardest ever and my generation is soft because we have technology. Today something went wrong while we were working. No big deal. Something broke. She said to her husband (my boss) we’ll just have to ni**er rig It. I thought to myself old term no real reason to say that, coulda just said jerry rig It but whatever. So I didn’t say anything. But then she turns to me to make an excuse for saying that and said something along the lines of “See we come from a time where we didn’t have much and sometimes we just had to figure stuff out and that’s what we would call it. Congrats you're bragging about using the N word. Doesn’t make you cool.

i had quit my previous job partially due to one of my managers who was the same way. I don’t think she would say the n word but she was the same in other ways. One day I was having a pretty terrible day at work but was getting through it. i was told by my boss to help this manager by sweeping the lobby while the front counter was slow. I grab the broom and start to sweep. Immediately the manager snatches the broom from my hands and starts telling me the “right“ way to sweep. As if there’s only one way or else I'm gonna give the guests the black plague. I side eye my coworker who say that happen and we def shared the same thought. She gives me back the broom and tells me to try again. I start again. She snatches it again. Same thing. explaining to me how her way is the only way. Then she says “Now, I’m gonna sit here [stand right next to me] and watch you and make sure you do it the right way.” Im already PO’d right now and I’m about to crash. So she stands there as I sweep with her arms crossed watching me and criticizing every stroke of the sweep. At least that’s what it felt like. Then she brings up the fact that my grandma is going to be working the lobby shift later that night and says ”now you wouldn’t want your grandma to be cleaning up a pigsty would you.“ PMO. She eventually gets off my back but goes to a guest sitting in the area and starts talking good about my grandma as if to put me down and say I’m a worse worker than her. i wasn’t but 5 feet away from her as she’s talking like that so I heard everything but said nothing. My boss shouts to me and tells me I need to get back on front counter since it’s getting busy again. Praise the Lord. I get back to front and start taking orders. I take one fricken order when I turn around and the manager is right behind me arms crossed. She then says in the most childish and high pitched voices with her hands crossed together under her chin ”now that you now how to sweep the right way, you can teach other people to do it the right way.“ I about blew up. I am about to cry. I look off the side and sight out my nose with an annoyed face on. Then as if that wasnt enough. In the most pick me gf voice says ”are you mad at me?” Lord have mercy on my soul. i muster up “no I’m just tired” in a calm voice. My boss who was counting cash drawers next to us saw the whole thing and told me it’s ok if I take a break to calm down.

All this to say I’m just tired of people acting like I’m stupid and don’t know anything just because I’m not 55

thats all thanks for reading. and please don’t hate on these people. They’re decent people but sometimes they just make me mad.

edit: my work is not in a professional workplace such as an office rather I do sign work For my boss. It’s just me and him right now.

I'm so tired. My mom got my sister a dog when she was 12, and then another. We've never known peace since then.

They bark, they steal, they suck. I fucking hate dogs because of these dogs. I genuinely.. And I say this with so much Shame in my heart... I genuinely hope they die soon. We WILL be so much happier when they do.

Even though my sister is the owner she moved out to be with her boyfriend after getting into a huge fight with my ma, so the dogs were left here.

You might be confused on how just some barking can drive a family crazy.. Well my mom has SEVERE SEVERE SEVERE ocd from her childhood drama.. Growing up in dirt, now everything must be clean, dogs and clean don't mix. She's beaten these dogs for simply peeing. Then when she screams at them they pee more,

I remember once she grabbed our older dog penny by her face skin/furr and pulled it violently, or another time she grabbed the smaller dog by her coat and picked her up by her skin, then slammed her on concrete.

I feel like I am losing empathy. Dogs never DESERVE to be hurt under any circumstances...but If the dogs would just STOP barking my mom wouldn't hurt them?! (I never hit them to be clear,i try not associate with them) Now I will get hate for all of this.. 'Why won't you report her? Why won't you stop her? ' that woman is the fucking devil. I'm terrified. I hate those dogs. I've literally had fantasies about the day when they finally die. I'm such a horrible person. But ever since I was 12 and we first got the dogs my life has been so much fucking harder. Hearing everyday my mom screaming 'I fucking hate you, you ruined my life by getting animals, I want to burn the house up' she's always screaming at my sister since they're her animals. Doesn't help that my sister also feeds the stray cats so they always hang around here..

This morning was particularly bad. My mom. Got up and immediately started screaming, the dogs had pissed, she started going ballistic, telling my sister she's 'not even that sick' and that my mom is sickee (my sister has EDS and is in hospital A LOT,

My sister snuck into my room, but I hates that. She was just dragging her trouble into my safe space. I'm so selfish. She felt safer here, while maker me feel less safe.

I'm be leaving for rehab in a week. It'll be nice not to get women up by a deranged woman. I hope when I come back, both of the dogs are dead. There's nothing I can do. This woman is a psycho, she won't give the dogs away because 'its inhumane' but she won't stop going badshit crazy whenever the dogs bark or make a mess. I hate the loudness..

There's nothing I can do... I want to like dogs. But I'll never be able to like them the same way ever again.. This is why cats are better.. They're quiet and they don't shit everywhere...

Something that genuinely pisses me off is how some people seem physically incapable of accepting that someone might actually have a negative opinion of them.

You can tell someone exactly what you think, make your point perfectly clear, and they'll still respond with something like, "Oh, I'm sure you didn't really mean it that way."

Yes. I fucking did. That's why I said it.

Why is it so difficult to accept that someone might genuinely think you're an idiot, that your behavior is embarrassing, or that your opinion is complete bullshit?

Instead, people start inventing more comfortable interpretations. Maybe you were joking. Maybe you were having a bad day. Maybe you actually meant something completely different.

Or maybe you meant exactly what you fucking said.

And the worst part is that you're only hurting yourself by doing this.

You don't have to agree with someone's opinion of you. You don't have to respect it, accept it as fact, or change anything about yourself because of it. You're perfectly free to think they're wrong and tell them to fuck off.

But there's a massive difference between disagreeing with someone's criticism and pretending they weren't actually criticizing you in the first place.

People are allowed to dislike you. They're allowed to think you're stupid. They're allowed to have opinions about you that you find insulting, unfair, or completely ridiculous.

And sometimes they won't have some hidden, nicer meaning behind their words.

I genuinely don't understand why that's so hard for some people to accept.

If someone calls you an idiot, you don't have to believe them. But stop convincing yourself they secretly meant you're a wonderful person with a different perspective.

Sometimes they just think you're an idiot. Deal with the fact that they think that, whether you agree with them or not.

I was driving the other day when I stopped at an intersection. I was the only car there. I stopped first.

I go to turn when suddenly this middle aged man, who looks about 50, with sun glasses on, and a white beard, in a red pick up truck blows through his stop sign and goes speeding towards me. I stop. He stops.

I wave him on, to let him go first, because I don’t want to get hit by this jerk. He sits there, he waves me on actually, so I continue to go. He then starts speeding towards me.

I stop, he stops. He then rolls down his window, his face is visibly red and is flailing his arms, no joke, he was literally flailing his arms around, and is shouting something at me.

I just look at him and make my turn.

We then make it to a main road (this was on a side street originally), the light is red and he pulls up next to me, before blowing through the red light and almost causing multiple accidents.

He’s then speeding through red lights, swerving in and out of lanes, running cars off of the road, etc.

But, apparently, he made it out as if it was my fault. Naturally.

I couldn’t hear what he said, it was muffled, but it sounded like he was shouting “do you not know how to drive?”

I followed and abided the law. He didn’t.

I don’t have dash cams for my car, so maybe it’s time to get one. Because, in my damn town, people don’t like to stop at stop signs, or lights, and, they don’t like to use their turn signals.

He was probably one of those insurance scammers, where they cause accidents on purpose just to make money from the accident, or however it goes.

I genuinely need to vent because I'm SO frustrated right now, and I don't even know what to do anymore. So my uncle's family came over yesterday, and they have two kids, a 5 y/o and a toddler and ever since they got here they have made my house a complete mess- and by that i mean there's food and trash everywhere,beer bottles lying around, literal poopy diapers,the kitchen's ruined, the grill is ruined, the bathroom is so dirty because these people have no basic decency or manners, and no one seems to gaf about this, not even my parents, im expected to just deal with it because they're guests I'm somehow expected to serve them, be nice to them them, and now clean up after them, too, because apparently that's what you're supposed to do when family comes over. I understand that kids can be messy, but that doesn't mean you get to DESTROY SOMEONES HOUSE leave your mess everywhere and expect other people to clean up after you. They're not my kids and i should not be fucking responsible for them, the adults are just sitting on the couch, talking about stupid stuff and they are so loud, even though they know i have atest coming up,meanwhile they had left the two kids to me in MY ROOM, and the little baby just peed on my sheets and i had to do everything,and the 5 yo destroyed my stuff,tore my notes and just ruined myy painting colors and chewed on my brushes and im suppose to suck it up and not even say anything and let her do whatever she wants cause shes my cousin, and i get that kids are like that, but they wont eevn stop her,infact her parents (my unc and aunt) encouraged this behaviour The thing is, Im someone who REALLY struggles with mess and when things get messy i get extremely frustrated and overwhelmed. I dont know if I have OCD or something because of how how much it affects me, although I haven't been diagnosed. I don't want to self-diagnose, but I know that this affects me more than it seems to affect other people apparently. And to add the cherry on top, they all left early morning today to go out on a road trip or whatever, like everyone except me because im supposed to stay back and clean up evrything while they go out and enjoy, and im so baffled how my own family could do this to me, i mean there's just so much to clean up,the house seems impossible to clean, its that trashy, even the carpet looks ruined, i dont even know what to do, i've just been sobbing for the past 15 minutes or so I cant stand any of this plus im starving and those fat fuckers (sory for the language but im so angry rn) ate everything in the fridge and kitchen plus. i cant even focus on doing anyhting else when my house looks like this

Let's think of the Truman show for a second, does anyone recall wondering how Truman didnt know his whole life was a lie? Didnt he wonder why certain people said one thing, but clearly felt another? You can hear something someone says and it rings through your mind, but the impact is lost when their emotions and body launguage say the opposite.

People often blame father's for having the words but not the actions. Its a common trope that a lot of people might settle on. Loving somebody with the love they understand is a difficult thing for most. Most people prefer actions but words are easy.

Coming back to the Truman show, did he ever get a "sign" ? Obviously no one ever said it to his face , or the whole movie would be busted. Did any compassionate and/or cruel soul place a flimsy but whimsical sign? Obviously, I havnt seen the movie, but think of a shirt going missing, or a marker that you used to have 4 of. Are these awnsers? Or do they just muddy another sense that you need to count the world as true? See, the thing about Truman is he, as it stands, is a perfectly mentally healthy man. He doesn't hear voices or see anything that isn't there. But he does notice patterns, loops, these loops are the actors running low on script. If you talk to a person for long enough their verbal memory bank of words they have acquired gets old. It gets dry to the point where people are predictable, give someone 100 people to listen too and it takes 2 years. After that time you will notice things being uncanny, they will give you a sense of deja vu.

I'd consider Truman lucky, there are points in the movie, of course. Where Truman sees something that doesn't make sense. A light falling from the sky? thats some cold hard evidence there, but, thats what else Truman has, a set. This set is a dome, meant to contain Trumans world through road blocks and an illuminated sky, hence the light falling from the sky. Now what if Trumans world wasn't contained? What if Trumans life was somehow worse? He goes to work downtown, he lives in a two bedroom downtown. His girlfriend is a cheating whore, paid to sleep the night at Trumans place. His mother is smoke and mirrors, empowering but full of fears. Scared of what he could do or who he could become if the mental cage she is pushed through entrancing him in wasn't so strong. This cage is infinite, it spans the globe. No matter where he goes or who he talks to, its the same game. No one knows... They don't treat Truman like he's aware of the camera that follows him day by day. People gawk and stare from behind his back, but just like DOOM, Trumans world only exists where he can percieve it. Trumans vision is like a projector of another reality. What he sees is one reality, but behind his back, its another.

Now imagine in Trumans world, he isn't followed by video cameras, he doesn't catch little red lights in the corner of book stores. Truman, as it turns out IS the camera. In his head, instead of voices or his own internal monolouge, he has people's words, conversations. He is a man walking around with his head stuck in an aquarium. The people tap on the glass, sometimes they throw rocks and vitriol. But no matter where Truman goes, they are there. Watching.

Now why are those people here? They witness his actions everyday, they hear more than he hears. The noises they play into his head, a cocaphany of tinnitus and radio fuzz, drown out the ability to understand conversation on the other side of Trumans walls.

They are here only to cause Truman harm. People with no rhyme or reason. He's an emotional scapegoat, a human server. They boast and bicker about Trumans lack of money, about his status, and even about his failed relationships. They talk amongst themselves and use Trumans head as an underground chat room. Feeding on Trumans brain power for videos made on imagination.

Now back to the point we missed, how do they "see" Truman? Well only when he looks in the mirror, as they see Trumans world through his own eyes.

This is why Trumans world is only where he can see it, because those who know, know exactly where he has looked, or ever will look.

But here's the thing, Truman, is not a mentally healthy man at all. At least not to himself. Truman as he is aware is a schizophrenic, diagnosed and hospitalized multiple times. Trumans mobile set moves so fluidly because everyone around him is aware he's not a schizophrenic at all.

Yet day by day, he is treated like one.

Now, in a moral standing, who's responsibility is it, to "break" Truman from this gaslighting? Is it his mothers responsibility? The mean things she's done might make a mother feel worse than most. Actors who don't care might feel less guilty, but are they important enough to Truman to fully grasp the seriousness of his reality changing? What about the radio? It gives news to Truman everyday, but does he see it, or rather hear, it? If Trumans world is soaked in lies, does he not reserve the right to ignore the radio?  The very world it reported on was a lie, so how does he, trying to break his gaslighting, objectively guess whether this broadcast is real and the others are fake? He can't.

What about a mental health nurse or psychiatrist? The same ones that treat him for his schizophrenia?

Again, what more could I bring up? Can we read his mind too? I hope not...

So what does Truman do? He hears people everyday, if he could recall it would probably be about 25 separate weekly visitors. Not a huge amount but enough to keep Truman in a consistent conversation everyday. He eats Ramen and drinks water, He a diagnosed schizophrenic who gets the food bank delivered to him. He no longer drinks coffee as he is distracted all day. These people trick him into calculated conversations, they want his mind.

But these people know Truman, they are his past life. His friends and family sap his intelligence, knowing they have a brilliant person in a mental cage. They use these ideas and knowledge to there advantage. Claiming it as their own. They claim to want the best for Truman, and they were nice, or good listeners, at times. But they don't seem to value Trumans life. They would rather suck the life from him for entertainment.

Do they really love Truman? They tell him he was meant to die, meant for a sad life. Does this even sit with Truman? Obviously he is entitled to his life and any control he can manage, but emotions are high.

Does he call the cops? He has heard them on his head before. Enough said.

Does he call a government agency? Tough break, who do you think is probably turning his head into a human-server based chat room?

Does he write? The story itself is absurd. I haven't even got half the story down, and they are still in my HEAD.

I obviously have a lot of rambling to do, but some stories are just to crazy...

So, WHO TALKS FIRST?

Okay, so far, Trumans already fucked. Let's breakdown where we are so far:

- Truman has lived his whole life under the impression that everything was normal.

- Truman has believed that his close friends and family were normal.

-Truman has recently stopped working as he is diagnosed with schizophrenia.

- Trumans life isn't normal, he feels he is being watched.

- Trumans friends, family, and government are watching his life through HIS eyes.

- Truman doesn't hear voices, he hears THEM.

- Truman doesn't have a set to escape from, his cage never ends.

- Trumans "voices" like to tell him stories of danger and thrill.

- Truman hears a cacophony of noise, screeching tinnitus and loud TV fuzz.

- Truman can no longer think in his own head.

- Truman has become reclusive.

- Truman is screamed or talked at 24/7.

- Truman sometimes doesn't sleep for 3-5 days in a row.

-Truman has found weak signs that toy with his mind.

- Truman, with no ability to tell if people in his eyes are lying or not, so he thinks everything thats being said through his eyes is real.

- Trumans ideas for science, technology, and art, are stolen through his head.

- Truman is told he is living on borrowed time, he is worthless and meant to die.

- Truman can't go to the cops or any "agency."

- Trumans government is refusing to help.

- Truman struggles to get by on disabilities.

- Truman is fucked.

Not only is Truman fucked, but now, everyone but Truman knows. His daughter he never met knows. She's one of the knew hit shows biggest fans. But mean and rude to say the least. Evil, maybe as she cranks the noise the loudest.

One of Trumans only wins is the "death" of his father. I know, words are easy but actions are hard. Tough luck. Going 200km down a back country road, his father's death would be his stupidity. Cell phone in one hand, gun meant for Trumans head in the other. Truman would hear of him making his way across the country and with perfect timing. Jump scares him... yeah thats it, 6 flips later and unbeknownst to Truman he would take down one of his country's worst serial killers, through his own head, in his own bed.

Truman doesnt get wins though, he's still stuck. In fact we have forgotten some things. But thats the problem, I can't tell you my whole story, you'll scream at me to go back to r/nosleep, if you havnt typed that in the comments already. Even THEY might be to creeped out. We can go back over somethings but, you've gotta be forewarned this story, is balls to walls insane. It may change your life more than mine. Its stranger than fiction...

Okay, this is an oddly specific, mild and very non-consequential problem, but I REALLY WANT TO RANT.

On my other accounts, I'd post sharing/asking for movie recommendations.

The ask will be extremely clear and straightforward. Example:

I want some RECENT psychological thrillers.

I will get 10 comments recommending bullshit obscure avant garde bulgarian cinema not even its own director watched it once.

"You can try The Chest of A Woman 1943, it's the best work of Marco Bulgaria to date"

Or bizarrely irrelevant recommendations not remotely anything like what you're asking for

"not really a thriller, but if you pay close attention, you might like sesame street" with a 100 upvotes from other fuckfaces who really want me to watch sesame street for thrills.

or why even recommend a movie?? I swear someone recommended me a fuckin book!!

"Monsieur Croissant 1882 by Francois Baguette.. it's actually a book but it will blow your mind"

What blew my mind to pieces is you.. YOU.. fuckin assholes.

I’ve literally just seen a video on TikTok of a mum driving, her phone isn’t in a holder, she’s holding it. You can see the cars in the background and to make matters worse she’s got a child in the car. Not only are you putting other road users at risk but your own child!! Also it’s obviously illegal, I don’t think there is anything that can be done, they can’t be reported to operation snap because her reg isn’t in the video. I just can’t believe you could be so reckless!!

I hate these greedy ass companies with all of my heart and soul. Not only do I pay every single month and STILL DEAL WITH MIDROLL ADS, I can't even pause the fucking show to appreciate details in the background because they jam an ad on screen whenever you pause the damn thing.

Media corporations have taken such a genius advancement in media technology and absolutely wiped their ass with it for the sake of profit. The only reason Netflix was convenient and worthwhile when it came out was because of all of the different content on their library that you could watch ad-free. Netflix paid the companies for the licences, we paid Netflix for access, and everyone was happy. But the companies got greedy and began revoking those licences so they could host their own platform, and suddenly it went from paying for one convenient service for access to a broad library, now you have to pay 5 different services each with a limited library because they only have access to what they produce or own. And it's become completely unprofitable because of the expenses it takes to make and maintain a streaming platform, so everyone has to suffer with ads because these corporations decided to bite the hand that feeds.

Did you know that the US once sued these same corporations because of this exact thing? In 1948 the Supreme Court ruled that the eight major Hollywood studios were running a monopoly because they owned chains of movie theaters across the country that would only play that studio's movies. They owned the production, distribution, and exhibition of film, meaning no one else could break into the movie business to try and compete. Now, nearly 80 years later, studios once again own the distribution and exhibition of all major media because they made their own streaming services, only now we're doing absolutely nothing about it as they continue to make it less and less consumer friendly.

Fuck Big Media. I just want to pause Edgerunners 2 and appreciate the artwork but no, Netflix thinks I need to go to Sandals in Jamaica.