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.

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'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'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 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

So this is a rant sub, this is my rant.

I leave a long scar on back of my husband shoulder, and he still protect me even with him bleeding out, still does everything to keep this marriage intact.

Just like depression is very real, mental illness is also very real. Google Intermittent Anger Explosive Disorder (IED), it categorize under mental illness.

Married 15 years this Feb, together 17 years.

And this is a West African man that is 190cm tall, he 6'3" tall and athletic body, while I'm just 150cm, 5 feet petite short Chinese girl. This is a man who hobbies are hunting, outdoor shooting range, mountains rock climbing, run long distance. My point is with his height and strength, he not scare of me, just like how he said he not scare of me, it because he LOVES me. He is a Love-idiot.!

I was diagnosed with Intermittent Anger Explosive Disorder (IED) by my psychiatrist (psychiatrist is someone who has a medical doctor degree). My psychiatrist said it stem from my chaotic and dysfunction childhood.

It terrible to live with Intermittent Anger Explosive Disorder (IED), especially when you hurting your spouse.

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This event already happened a long time ago and it in the past, but I still feel insanely terrible about it. So I need to write it out.

In the past during one of my IED episode, I grabbed a meat butcher knife in the kitchen and throw at my husband, he dodge but due to how close distance he with me, the knife cut him deep that leave a long cut on his back shoulder that he didn't stop bleeding.
If he not get stitches he will continue bleed and bleed, and infections will take over the open bleeding wound.

He still want to protect me even wit him bleeding out, like he said, if he call the police he police will take me away from him, so he rather endure my abuse than has to lose me.

He also refused go to the hospital, because the hospital would know right away that is not a self inflicted wound due to the angle of the knife throw, the cut was on his shoulder but to his back as he dodge. You cannot inflicted a knife to your back. Even if you manage to, the angle of the injury the hospital will know that it someone did it to you, not yourself.

He droves (I was in the car) he droves to a broke down Urgent care, this Urgent Care not only broke down but most people there not even speak English.
He went in and told them he does not have insurance (he has, but he said he not has as he not want to leave a paper trail), he said give him stitches he will pay them in cash and will give them a big tips.

He got the stiches, and he paid in cash and leave them a big tips. He wanted to protect me the whole time even with him bleeding out. He could have call the police and have my ass throw in jail. He could go straight to the hospital and the hospital will put me in psych ward and put restrain order on me.

But he NEVER, even during the time where he could have die, he still protect me, he still thinks of me first above himself, he loves me that much.

His love for me override his survival instinct, he was bleeding out still protect me. He said he wants to keep our marriage intact, I cannot get taking away.

He said he will die with me, than has to lose me, as in the police will take me away from him if he call the police on me.

I regret it so much because I leave this long scar on back of his shoulder, never once he hates me.
All he asked was he said, don't abuse him anymore, and that it not too late for me to stop this abuse, because he is still living here, and it only too late if he die, then that will be too late.

I bawled when I hear him he said that.

That was when I decided to go to psychiatrist therapy for my Intermittent Anger Explosive Disorder (IED), and been in therapy since.

I do owe him, as I should be sitting rotten in jail right now, throw a butcher knife at someone and cause injury is a felony. This man loves me unconditionally. Out of love me, he never press charges, he still protect me times after times. I'm very lucky.

He treats me with kindness, empathy, and unconditional love. His calmness (even with him bleeding out on his shoulder that need stiches to close up the open wound), his patience, the most patience man.
He gives me everything, his kindness, faithfulness, respect, love. I don't want to abuse him anymore.

Lifetime therapy for me working to control my Intermittent Anger Explosive Disorder (IED). I have sworn if I cause physical harm to him again I will check myself in the psych ward.

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And my husband does go with me to my therapy sessions when his schedules allow. But most time he can't because he is an Executive at a big engineering corporate, he is very very busy with his work.

But I gave my therapist my consent so she can talk to my husband about my progress. He still involve in my therapy, as he talk to my therapist on the phone about my IED conditions and my progress.

He has every rights to be involve with my therapy sessions, I almost TOOK HIS LIFE.! He almost DIE because of me.

It terrible, Intermittent Anger Explosive Disorder (IED) mental illness is very real. And I'm one damn lucky girl to have him as my husband.

What gets me is he loves me to the point that he still protect me even with him bleeding out. That not let anyone take me away from him was more important than his own survival instinct. Because he knows if he call call the police I will get taking away, he rather bleed out than lose me.

The insane amount of devotion he has for me though. Never again I abuse him again, I mean one time was enough, almost took his life. And he still protect me.

i dontt really know where to start, but i need advice from people who don't know me and my boyfriend personally. please be honest with me, even if what you have to say is something i dont want to hear. i genuinely want to understand what im doing wrong because lately, I've been looking at myself and realizing that maybe im not the girlfriend i think iam. my boyfriend and i have been together since december 2025, and i love him a lot. i genuinely see a future with him but layely, our relationship has been getting eorse, and I've started wondering if im the problem. i have bpd, and i struggle with abandonment issues, insecurities, intense emotions, and overthinking. another thing is that i can be avoidant in our relationship when it comes to dealing with conflicts. whenever we fight and im not okay emotionally, my first instinct is to isolate myself instead of communicating with him and trying to work things out. i also experience sudden changes in how i see my boyfriend when I'm hurt or triggered. sometimes i can be praising him and thinking he's the best person ever, then suddenly feel so angry that all i can see are the negative things about him. when i calm down, i feel guilty beacuse i know i love him. i hate that my emotions can affect how i treat someone who's important to me. I've also become emotionally dependent on him. talking to him and playing games with him used to be one of the main rhings that made me feel better. im scared of losing him, sometimes that fear makes me desperate to fix everything immediately. at the same time, im mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted from school, and my own thoughts. I've lost a lot of my confidence and motivation. i miss who i used to be. my boyfriend has told me my actions hurt him and that he misses the version of me he fell in love with. he's also called me ungrateful l, and i know iam ungrateful. ive failed to appreciate everything he's done for me. i know I've made mistakes. i want to take accountability instead of repeatedly apologizing without change . but im struggling too. during our arguments, some of the hurtful things he says stay in my mind even after we make up. sometimes i feelike im trying to apologize for my mistakes, but the conversation becomes about everything im doing wrong. i know he deserves to have his feelings heard, but i also want mine to matter. well yeah he comforts me listen to my rants its just me im thw problem i dont know how to explain m

what i truly feel i feel like im just making up what i feel... one of the hardest parts is that my mom attempted suicide before, and i've experienced something similar with my boyfriend. knowing that someone i love hurt themselves, especially when i'm part of the reason they're hurting. it brings back the fear and helplessness i felt with my mom. i feel guilty and responsible, and sometimes i start thinking that i'm a terrible person who makes the people she loves miserable. i don't know how to take responsibility for my actions without feeling responsible for someone else's life. i don't want to use bpd as an excuse for hurting him.

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.

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like everyone online is always like "just stick to a routine, it's so easy" and i'm over here trying to go to bed at the same time for three days in a row and failing miserably. people really undersell how much mental energy it takes to be consistent about anything when your brain doesn't naturally work that way. it's not laziness, it's just that my brain would rather do seventeen different things at midnight than sleep like a normal person.

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

so much has happened My feelings are hurt again , you make me feel so little sometimes , so unimportant, i really question if you deep down hate me some times with the things you say . You are taking me to Vegas an I am so grateful but saying if i basically can’t keep my shit together you are leaving me,my insecurities can’t be controlled ,unfortunately . I wish you could be more caring and kind to me , i wish you saw how much a—“i love you, you are everything i want, and i want everything with you" —would go,but maybe you don’t say it cus you don’t feel that way , you don’t feel that deeply as i do . Which is so hurtful .
i feel like i am walking on eggshells sometimes . I don’t wanna say the wrong thing or put us as a relationship at risk . I love you to pieces . But this is breaking me again . I want this to be different with you I want to feel heard and seen and not feel picked on when i mess up ,you say you don’t mean it meanly but you do and i makes me hate myself more and more each time. I feel so bad for you and everything you’re going through right now with the cancer and the last thing i want to do is make it worse . I freak about jen . i constantly stalk her and you and her husband . It’s so unhealthy but I don’t know how to stop it . I mean I do it’s to stop caring about you but then that means We won’t get married and have a house and have/adopt kids . I feel physically so aligned with you but emotionally so far . I feel like you are stuck and you get cold and mean . I get sad and desperate for any act of affection because that is comfort and security for me but you avoid it and it fucking kills me . Goodnight.

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Prove me otherwise

Thursday. Thursday is the day of my therapy appointment. I'm not expecting to be immediately taken out of homelessness or anything like that, I just want to get myself started with workforce development. I want to know about it and how to get in. I want to know about my mental health disorders. I KNOW I have them but I have to wait until the 24th of November to know. I want to know sooner. Much sooner. I have a physical the week after next. I don't want to wait. I don't want to wait for any of this. I want it NOW.

it's getting cold outside and I can't keep sleeping outside. I want help. I NEED help. And that therapy appointment can help me. I know it. But fuck, WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE SIX DAYS AWAY???

I don't know if I can make it that long. Why can't it be today or tomorrow or even Monday. I don't know how much longer I can wait...

To expand on this idea, assume humans have intrinsic value in their life. Now there are some points I want to clarify. When you want to do something, why do you want to do it?

Its either for personal or social/altruistic gain. Although there are arguments that even if it is altruistic, people rarely do things altruistically because society deems it wrong. Selfless altruism is for example, running into a burning building to save a child. This is deemed good and heroic in society, so if you succeed, while you're risking your safety, if its successful there is a pay off where you benefit from that act.

True altruism, within what is considered acceptable in society, would be if you had the choice, you could click a button, and you die, but somewhere in the world, someone in a vegetative state, comes back to life. Anyone you know or care about would think its a heart attack for you, while the person awaking would have no idea of the sacrifice you make and assumed to just wake up. Truly a selfless act

So in a sense, while all actions are egoistic, they are governed by what your peers, friends and family and society think of the way you act. So you wanting to do things, is always, slightly to please your tribe, therefore you're seen in a better light.

But why would anyone care about being seen in a better light, if they are all intrinsically valuable? Why would you want new things, if your existence is, has been and will always be valuable? Why would humans want change?

im aussie and one day i really wanna go all around america, but when i tell someone i want to, they assume i am dumb because of the current state of it and i wont get too much into it but im sure you understand. and even when i explain that i'd obviously not go soon (im a broke student with no passport lmao), they STILL act like im an idiot for wanting to go when theres "so many more beautiful places to visit" and america is just for "fat obese people and influencers". bruh. idc, i wanna go visit New Orleans, see Appalachia, go around and have lobster in Maine, visit the town where Twin Peaks was filmed, go around california, see the house in nebraska, and america has a lot of gorgeous landmarks and landscapes, who wouldn't wanna see that? when im old enough and have enough money, im gonna go to ireland first, then america (if the state of it is safe enough)

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.

Imma be completely transparent...I have a severe headache as I'm typing this, I (23m) have ADHD, been getting manipulated not only by my mom (rest in peace to her btw) but my sister (26f) since I was a kid, still to this day, and it's fucking killing me, mentally. Look, I understand there family, but I'm at a age where I shouldn't get took advantage of like, is this supposed to guide me to do better things, or to make me like a crazy guy, who went from being a nice, calming, guy...to a mean, fucked up, monster?

My dad,(49m) he's the only one that understands how I am, you know father/son bounding, he may sometimes forget things, but I get it since he has his problems, and I have mines...off topic, my sister is just so damn manipulative, can't stand up to her, even if I want to, knowing she just gonna fuck with my head even more. It really fucking sucks being the youngest person in a family, still love her..even though she's an asshole.

Idk how I just deal with it, even make me think about things I can't say on here, I wouldn't be surprised if nobody understands, or cares about this dumb rant that lots of people go through.

If you do, thanks for reading.

I genuinely, hate 2026.

everything is online there's no privacy, there's always something terrible going on in the world.

AI has literally ruined the Internet for me.

everything is negative even though I try to think positive and everything HAS to be about race, politics, sexuality, etc.

maybe this comes with growing up, but like the world is slowly dying because more CEOS want more money.

everything is done online now and there no personality to anything, ever building, car, software, city, advertising, is all gray and depressing.

and I don't know what to do anymore, the more realised it the worse my mental health got.

its like there's no good in the world or at least the good that was there is gone now replaced with corporate greed.

I miss when design was cool looking and not flat.

I miss when we actually watched TV instead of phones all day.

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...

my friends have been distant lately. one of them... failed in my estimations of how much i thought they cared for me. several times recently. and i have to pretend its fine, have to pretend im okay with it. it hurts so much. i place them on such a pedestal and they cant even care for me. ive also unsuppressed some bad bad horrible memories of my parents. they hurt me so much. im so eternally exhausted. its not fair. and my friend are my only outlet and theyre disappointing me too. i just want to be loved. ifs not fair

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately and am just so confused. Pedophile is described as a person who has sexual attractions to prepubescent children (generally 13 and younger). But this states “a person” not “an adult” so wouldn’t that technically mean 13 year olds attracted to other 13 year olds are pedophiles? Okay that was me being silly but here are some of examples:

18 year olds are labeled as legal adults yet still fall under the age group where if someone was attracted to them, they would be labeled as an Ephebophile (a sexual attraction towards people aged 15-19). So why is it that I see so many people calling people who are 18 Pedophiles when they are dating 15 years olds pedophiles? 18 year olds and 15 year olds shouldn’t date at all but that 18 year wouldn’t be a pedophile, maybe weird, but I wouldn’t go as far as to say the 18 is a gross sex offender and or that he is a pedophile. But this doesn’t just go for 18 year olds, I see people say 17 and 14 would also make the 17 year old a pedo. This would make the 17 year old a Hebephile? Which is being attracted to (if I remember correctly) 11–14 year olds. Still as I said, 3 year age gaps in teen years is bad and should be addressed but labeling the older person every time feels strange.

So why do people keep using the Pedophile for everything? And it’s almost always used to describe the older person when it comes to couples that have an age gap of more than 2 years when at least one is in their teen years still. If I had a penny for every time I saw this online, I’d have so much money it’s insane. I’m here primarily to bring these points up and ask we are still collectively labelling so many people as ‘Pedophiles’ when they wouldn’t technically be one.

Also before some people say I’m ‘Defending Pedophiles’ I haven’t defended a single thing. Im just asking questions. If had a daughter who was 15 and some 19 year old or something was interested, I’d absolutely be calling him weird, not a pedophile but weird. Also this isn’t a debate, I again am just asking why we stick to one word instead of labeling each type of person separately. I think it’s important we do so words (Like Pedophile already has) dont lose their meaning.

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.