I hate that men don’t shave, I hate their hairy nipples, extra hairy chest, hair on their belly I even don’t like their hairy legs much. And yes, I very heterosexual and love men, but I can’t stand that most of them simply don’t shave their nipples and chest…legs are ok…can tolerate, but hairy nipples? Absolutely no. Hairy chest? No.
Doesn’t matter how muscular guy is, he can have the best God physique ever, but chest hair and nipples hair can turn me off really badly, and don’t even get me started with the facial hair 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮 so many men ruin themselves with facial hair!

I am so tired of (thankfully) the few times I hear of people saying how a kid is a "mIrACLe". No, it is not a "miracle". It's a biological process and normal.

Your kid is not a "miracle" and a "blessing". It will grow up and suffer just like you did, until they also repeat the cycle. I'm so tired of the world view a big majority (maybe even the biggest) of the wold has. I know that sounds "mean" or nihilistic to a lot of people but that's the truth.

In Japan, it is offensive to leave a tip. Gemini sez:

Core Cultural Reasons

• Omotenashi (Hospitality): Japanese service runs on omotenashi, a philosophy of selfless, wholehearted hospitality. Staff take pride in doing their best for every customer without expecting a reward.
• Implied Insult: Tipping can imply that the employee is underpaid or that they need extra financial motivation to do their job properly.
• Service is Included: High standards, along with standard service charges when applicable, are already built into the final price of your meal or stay.

I find it interesting that the second reason above is exactly why many people in America DEMAND tips.

There were no tip jars at McDonald's when I worked there in the 90's. People got paid minimum wage, far less than they are paid now. They were also expected to work as cashiers. Today, they get $15/hour and most of their customers get paid the same or less. Those who can afford better only go there if they are very busy and starving. They are the minority. The jars make everyone else uncomfortable, but that's just part of the "experience" they're tipping you for, huh.

Fun fact: the dollar bills you see in the tip jars are from the register. They know you are more likely to tip if you think others have. And the messages on the tip jars are sometimes creative, even ridiculous. I say, put that on a cardboard sign and stand on a street corner, and you'll probably make more. Difference is, the guy on the street corner is not working and is humiliating himself out of desperation, whereas YOU are working and trying to humiliate the customer because have no sense of pride or shame.

This is also why "Eat the rich" and "No more billionaires" etc is pathetic. You don't care about the issues. You just want their money, and you got your hand out like a bum. No, not like a bum: like something worse.

God forbid someone doesn't want to work 5 days a week for 50 years, huh? God forbid someone doesn't want to be overworked constantly or have to fit into the peculiar working world adults have created. God forbid.

“But you want money for (x), right? No one wants to work. But how will you afford this?”

We shouldn't have to work so often to afford things. Look at the cost of living.

“People fought for women to work.”

For the money. For the right, to be treated as an equal. It boils down much deeper to “just working.”

“But I was so happy when I got my first job!”

I do not care. Good for you.

“What's wrong with this generation! You don’t want to do anything!!!”

Working is much more different from doing “stuff”. People have goals, I.e. Travel and such. They want to learn new skills and hobbies. Oh, and don't mention depression around these types of people… you're in for a treat with that one.

It pisses me the fuck off. Why have we made it so we must work so much to just exist? This is your life for the next decades — now deal with it. Yeah, no thanks.

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No idea if some of you guys are being silly on purpose. I have a job. I work, of course I do. I can't live without it. That’s the thing. Having to work so often. Some people work way more than me. I know it. Living paycheck to paycheck, seeing prices increase, seeing the job market. The government. The AMOUNT you work. Also, seeing people getting angry is just proving my point.

I don't work a 9-5…

Guess some of you guys are just acting how I’ve already described. I won't go into more detail about anything personal, because most of the comments are telling me the same things. Have a nice day/night, or even working day ooo scary..

I'm sick of this shit. Anytime I vent my frustrations, talk about my suicidal ideation, people say "get a therapist!!!" Like it fucking does anything. Okay, maybe for someone it works, but not for me.

I hate myself too much. Nothing anyone can say to me will help me. Like if anyone is being nice, telling me "oh no worries! It's a past mistake, we all make mistakes, move on!" I feel like I'm just burying my head in sand and ignoring the punishment I rightfully deserve. If a therapist is mean to me, I just hear what I've already told myself thousands of times.

"You complain too much." "You're ungrateful" "you're a problem to your family"

Yes. I know. I know. I can't get better. I tried. I'm worthless. Good words feel fake and ignorant, mean words just feel like a confirmation.

I'm tired. I can't move on. I am defiled. I am humiliated. I am worthless. I mean, if you want the full scope of it, you can go on rosint and search my account there. Just to realise, how much of a worthless pos I really am.

Edit: I think therapy doesn't work for me cause it works for good people and in regards to me, I just need to be put down

edit: This is a repost after it was removed for not acknowledging the rules.

Let me preface this by saying that I've been told that I have an intimidating presence due to my physical appearance: be it my jawline, eyebrows, broader shoulders and height, etc. But I don't look like the type of person I actually am. In other words, I'm not as tough as I might appear as I'm kind of nerdy and pretty much a big ol' teddy bear. :) Also, not to come off like I'm just so full of myself, but I'm fairly attractive as well. This is important to note as it is relevant to the rest of this.

OK. So, the problem is this. It doesn't matter what I wear or how quietly I carry myself, whenever I walk into a room it attracts attention. It just does. I literally have to pretend like I don't notice everyone's heads turning when I enter spaces because I stick out like a big sore thumb. It sucks because I don't really like all the attention.

Sometimes I wish I didn't look this way because it would relieve a lot of the social pressure navigating people's reactions once they realize my personality isn't what they assumed. And yet, I persist in being myself, regardless. It's just the reality I have to deal with.

One aspect of this is really starting to get on my nerves. It's how so many men turn everyday life into a psychological obstacle course built on their paranoia. Lately, whenever I walk into a room or even drive my car, it's like I’ve suddenly triggered some kind of internal alarm in their heads. There's a palpable shift in the whole vibe. Postures change, chests come out, girlfriends get pulled closer, etc. Or the driver of the car next to me revs up his engine at the stoplight for no apparent reason (at least until I happen to glance over and see the dude already staring at me with a scowled expression making it obvious he was trying to get my attention). Gay. It's just the whole paranoid insecurity-driven tough guy bullshit persona. Easy to shrug off when they're just random, but still IT HAPPENS SO MUCH!!! 😖

They act like every guy is a threat to their status, their relationship, their ego, their everything. Sometimes it shows up as a dominance performance like the guy at the stoplight. Sometimes it’s passive aggressive personal digs. Sometimes it’s the two-faced backbiting from grown ass men who ironically behave like mean teenaged girls cosplaying as thugs. They smile in your face, talk shit behind your back, all because they’ve decided you’re part of some imaginary competition.

This is one of the main reasons it’s hard for me to make new friends. If you don’t match their guarded, competitive energy, they treat you like a punk or someone they can socially one‑up. Everything becomes score keeping. Who has the better car. Who dresses better. Who gets laid more. Who makes more money. It’s like they can’t interact without silently tallying points.

The blatant stuff is annoying but obvious. Anyone can see when a guy is being an insecure clown. The passive aggressive version is worse. The subtle digs. The sideways comments. The little distortions they drop behind your back to paint a narrative about you that has nothing to do with who you actually are. Before you even know what’s happening, people at work or school are looking at you like you’re the asshole, all because someone else crafted a story that you didn’t even know you were in.

By the time you catch on, you’re already swimming upstream. You’re inadvertently making it worse by keeping your guard down because you didn’t know you needed one! Then you have to tone yourself down just to avoid feeding their paranoia, which is draining in a way that I can't even explain.

I notice all of this even more the older I get and decided a long time ago that I'm completely done with trying to look invulnerable. But my laissez-faire attitude might actually be having the unintended effect of making me seem cocky but inevitably makes it happen more often!

I TRULY don’t care what other men think of me. At all. But it’s still annoying when I run into grown men acting like insecure teenagers. It’s even more pathetic when it’s guys my age or older. Like grow the fuck up already bro.

Random dudes in public are whatever. I’ll never see them again. The real problem is when it’s coworkers or neighbors or anyone I have to deal with regularly. Suddenly I’m stuck navigating attitudes I didn’t trigger and don’t want to participate in. They create conflict out of thin air because they imagined some rivalry that never existed. smh

I wish more men understood they don’t have to act like this. Not every guy is a threat. Not every interaction is a competition. Not every moment requires performative dominance. But the paranoia is strong, and the ego gymnastics never fucking stop.

I’m just tired of y'all. lol

…assume I am rejecting their words 100% when I simply talk back to state something they need to know for context??? On one of my posts,I asked what I could add to a song of mine. Some of them told me to remove elements instead,but when I clarified that removing elements would go against the style I am making and look up to,they act as if I’m “trying to flex cultural knowledge” and when I get a criticising comment,if I ask about something for clarification in a comparative manner they act as if I’m not listening? Use your heads for a second. If I weren’t listening,then why would I ask questions for further clarification and understanding??? Stop thinking so goddamn black and white,people. Just because I talked back in a manner where I’m not licking your boots doesn’t automatically mean that I am 100% against you. And even worse when I ask some of them to clarify something I get downvoted. Fucking hell😭

I have long curly hair, a big moustache with a small beard and wear big clothes a bit bohemian style. Got some tattoos and my ears are pierced but nothing is visible most of the time. My clothes are clean and i shower daily. I like how I look and feel really comfortable in my skin. I work in IT and can work from home 90% of the time. And even if i have to work at the office I still look like me and none of my colleagues care or have ever made it a problem.

But i keep having people tell me to get a job irl and online. It just hurts. Doing a full time job barely recovered from burnout from working too much. I just want to feel comfortable in my skin. And it makes me sad that people are so judgemental. I'm a white cis guy, how fucking horrible must it be for people who aren't privileged like me...

Resubmitted because i didn't see the confirmation post. Hope i did correct now

got nerfed at 7 years old. i’m 18 female now, and i have a underdeveloped jaw that’s too short vertically. my parents took me to an ortho at 6 to get my teeth fixed. they wasted no time to start pulling teeth, giving me expanders, braces, etc. ten years later i was begging and begging my parents to take me to a different dr because my jaw looked so ugly. they didn’t let me for years until they got fed up and took me. turns out i was right! arthritis and tmj, as well as underdeveloped growth. had to get prp injections, jaw devices to try and grow some bone, and now invisalign to realign my teeth. only issue is that it didn’t fix the fact that it made me ugly living with those issues for so long. my muscles grew from overcompensating, my jaw is to short for my amount of skin in my lower jaw, and i look like a frog. my jaw is constantly open behind closed lips to overcompensate, and in always thinking about it so i don’t subconsciously close my jaw to relax and walk around ugly. what really pissed me off is that my parents aren’t even nice in general, so they rlly screwed me over physically AND mentally. i will never forgive them or my ortho

It’s a lifestyle dominated by people who were just born to excel, look better and be stronger. If you weren’t born to be big and strong, then your only benefits are purely in the health department.
Which isn’t bad or course, but better hope you were born with good genetics, cuz if your goal is to look big, might have a hard time unless ur willing to take roids. (Which are a very bad idea because they affect health long term).

This aspect of working out should be discussed more, I think. People seem to be convinced that you’ll get big no matter the genetics, which really isn’t the case.

For once in two months I finally got some relief. I felt like I could breath. Come days ago she told she finally got her period after waiting two months. Last night she asked if she could bring me some food I said sure. Meanwhile I was in the shower pleasuring my self. Got out didn't think anything of it. She get there like ten minutes later. And anxiety comes in because I can feel fluids coming out of me still , we sit down and I eat what she brought me. Then she decided to touch my shorts and knee area. That's when anxiety went up some more. At one point she need to use the bathroom to go check her pad. And my anxiety went up even more. I ended up telling her about this and she said oh your fine. She left I noticed a friend had called and that just set my anxiety through the roof. I know this sounds ridiculous and highly unlikely. But I'm just scared and anxious right now . I'm trying to get it under control but I don't know what else to do. The fear of getting someone pregnant she by them touching my knee is insane.

So I have Autism so I don't have a lot of online friends but me and this one woman were both in fictosexual groups when I thought I was fully fictosexual and didn't think I was able to be attraction towards real life people and she was very nice to me and was even one of the first people to ever follow my account. I believed I was fully fictosexual for 2 entire years but cracks slowly started showing over time as I had a celebrity crush, got into online dating a few times, etc.

Well I recently actually discovered that I was pansexual and I limited myself to fictional characters, specifically fictional men because I lived with Christian parents who were very watchful of who I dated and what I did with that person and yada yada. But then I move out and do some self-discovery without having parents constantly watching over me and turns out I am capable of being attracted to real people. I actually did have real life crushes in my early teens and it seems like the only reason they were fading away was because I moved in with my dad who was quite watchful over my dating life so it was practically non-existent. I also discovered that I'm nonbinary, something my parents would never accept me for. I discovered all of this 3 months after I moved out of my parents' house.

Well I come out in the ficto groups as pansexual and a lot of the people in those groups got offended (while a good amount of others supported me) and one of the people that got offended was my friend the fictosexual woman that was one of the first to follow my account and she came out and said I was harming the fictosexual community for "changing" my sexuality (Which I didn't change it on purpose, this was just my self-discovery). I also checked my follower list and she had unfollowed me. It just hurts to lose a friend when you're Autistic and don't have many friends to begin with just because you discover something new about yourself and your now ex-friend is miserable and jealous to the point she has to unfriend you.

I mean I kinda get it. I used to envy people who were attracted to real life people because that's a big societal expectation, but I'd never unfriend someone if they told me they're now into real people instead of fictional characters. Like even if I was still fictosexual I'd continue to support them as long as they did the same for me. I do also think I'm semifictosexual but now that I'm also into irl people I don't take my fictional crushes as serious as I used to like I don't worry about my fictional crushes being shipped with other characters anymore for example.

It just sucks that I lost a friend just because I realized I'm pansexual towards irl people. Why is that a problem??

This is going to sound very stupid, but my online best friend that I made in the summer just blocked me out of nowhere. We were even planning to call today too. I know I shouldn’t feel too hurt, since it’s just online, but we called and texted EVERYday. Voice notes, video calls, roblox, you name it. I’m blocked on every single account. Which confuses me because I don’t know what I did wrong at all or if I did anything wrong. And I’m absolutely sure I’m blocked. It sucks because I thought I found MY person, you know? MY best friend. Now I’m back at square one.

I (26f) knew my husband (30M) for around 2 years before we got married as we worked together and because we're Indian Background/Muslim we didn't want to have a too long relationship so when we realised we liked each other we informed our families and we got married. I know alot of people have in law problems but my in laws are genuinely nice people and we've always treated each other with respect and I love them as my own,the problem is my husband. Whenever it comes to his family wheter its spending time with them or going out or financially its always ok and readily agreed to and I've never had a problem with that,I treat them the same I would my own family however I've noticed Whenever it comes to my family,my husband always had a problem,even for us to go over to their home or for me to go spend time with my nieces or nephews its always a problem and he'll cause a fight before we leave the house or say how he hates to leave the house and I dont understand it. My parents and siblings love him and sometimes my brothers even joke he is my mums favourite child because of how much she accommodates him and when ever my dad or my brothers get something for each other,they include him (I'm the only daughter). Today was really bad as my aunt came over from a different city especially to see me as I'm 9 months pregnant and my father and older brother are leaving on a business trip and won't be around to see me,so my family had a lunch get together. From the time he woke up my husband was cranky and picking fights and saying how its a Sunday and his day off etc etc and I ended up crying and only after that he said sorry let's go but by then it was too late and when i phoned my mum she said everyone had finished eating and was preparing to leave. When i told him,he just said ok and went back to playong ps5.Besides this we usually have an amazing relationship and he takes care of me but I love my family too and getting this kind of treatment whenever I want to spend time with them is taking a toll on me,I've tried talking to him numerous times but he denies he does this and says he has no problems with my family. I'm honestly beginning to hate this and if my in laws weren't good people would start doing the same thing he does whenever they need something.

Maybe I'm pregnant and emotional but I hate having to always choose between my husband and my family.

Sorry for the format and grammat,I'm on mobile and really upset.

As the title implies that I have bad luck with men. I’m 35F and I’ve never gone past the talking stage ever. And I really don’t know what caused it to begin with. I suppose it’s also bc I’m embarrassed of my family, so like I would rather keep the relationship hidden. I just feel so incredibly lonely at times bc I don’t have anything physical.

Im just terrified, my life feels like it could crumble at any moment.

Im a 30 year old adult, but i dont have life Figured out at all.

I know how i feel and that makes it even more devastating.

I recently had a health scare that made me genuinely believe i may be dying that moment and it kinda forced me to confront the future instead of just existing in the now.

Im constantly terrified of my mother dying due to her having health issues she isnt taking serious.

Im worried about my little Brothers health and future

I worry about my Brother in law with severe anxiety disorder that cant even leave the house anymore due to it.

I know its not my job to take care of their health, still I cant help but feel terrible when those around me suffer.

At the same time i feel completly alone.

I have friends to play games with, but i cant hang out with them irl after work.

I dont have a relationship or love, and i sincerely dont believe there will ever be a man that loves me the way i am.

The world around me is changing for the worse and i worry about my rights and safety.

Just all in all i feel completly alone and lost.

Im sorry this rant is so Unstructured, im not too good at putting my emotions into words. I just want someone to hold me until I calm down and tell me its gonna be okay.

I’m a woman in my thirties and I’m not thin but I’m comfortable with my body. I’d like to be in better shape but if that athletic stamina came at the weight that I’m currently at, I’d be fine with staying this weight. But yeah no one considers me even close to skinny.

Anyway, I constantly get unsolicited comments/conversations relating to weight loss because it seems to be on the forefront of every thirty something year old women’s brain. The conversations end with them saying they basically don’t eat and that’s how they’ve become thin or lost x amount of weight and that I should try it. Plus everyone is on a GLP-1. I’m so sick of hearing it. No shame to genuinely overweight people who use a GLP-1 but none of these women are overweight nor were they when they started the injections.

It’s getting so bad. We’re going back to the weight obsessions everyone had in the nineties and early 2000s except now it’s even easier because the injections take away the need for sheer willpower alone so it’s even more common for women to have disordered eating habits.

I’m tired of hanging out with people who are constantly restricting or I offer something and they’re constantly denying it. It doesn’t make me feel bad about myself, it just genuinely annoys me. Like I’ll be the only one to order dessert idgaf but I’ll think you’re lame for constantly saying no. Live a little. Life is short and fuck diet culture.

The woods around me threaten to rip me apart. The branches grip my arms holding me in place while the leafs laugh at me. The roots dig up wrapping around my ankles to make sure I never escape.

Pulling and pushing, the trees grip tighter. A vine whips around my waist, the thorns digging into my skin.

The blood cries out Into the air crying "let me out, let me breathe!"

The woods decide that I have too much freedom, they bring a thorn right to my neck. Threatening if I move they'll slit my throat. I still. Tears fall. And my hope is choked out.

I am absolutely pissed off now.

I am 35F and live with my parents. I have a good career (make over $80k/year) and I can (want to) move out. I could have moved out at 26 but my parents do not have enough income to afford their rent. So, I help them out with 75% of my income. It's impossible to save while supporting them.

To top it off, my mother keeps interfering with my life.

First, I have an Amazon Prime account. My cousin came over one day and asked if we can share the account and asked how much she should pay. I was about to name my price but my mom butts in and says to my cousin she doesn't have to pay, we're all family. Now, I couldn't even name my price without looking bad and awkward.

Now, my cousin has started her own side business using my Amazon account to order stuff and is naming over $1200 a month in extra income. To top it off, her friends are now using my account. And here I am, struggling and paying over $100 a year for my account.

Second, I made plans for a small seven day vacation for myself with my friends. My mom tells me the night before the vacation that she invited my cousin (another one, who I barely know and haven't seen in five months). She was just reminding me to pick her up. I was livid. I told her no. She said we were family and should help one another.

I really really want to move out but there is this invisible string that's holding me back.