I don't understand why so many people hate Valentine's day for so - in my eyes - stupid reasons. "It's just a holiday fabricated by the industry to sell flowers and chocolate" so what? Who forces you to buy something? "I don't think that there should be only one day a year to show your partner that you love them" Which law was that again that states that you're only allowed to be affectionate to your partner on Valentine's day? Do you also only show your friends that you like them on their birthdays? Do you hate your mom every day instead of mother's day? "I don't like this American bullshit" again, nobody forces you to celebrate it, so why spoil it for everyone who wants to? I have nothing against people who simply don't like it and say that when they're asked, but I despise those who take every opportunity to tell everyone that Valentine's day is shit, especially after someone was visibly excited about it. I feel that people do it just to seem cool and smarter than anyone else because they "don't fall for the trap". As if making someone happy on a special day is bad.
I should kill myself, I don't care about nothing or anyone
You're a grown man, old enough to have a grandson but act like a obnoxious child at board games and collectible card games. Games are supposed to be enjoyable and have a laugh with friends. Instead you have to win at any cost and if it means pissing everyone else so be it.
Give me the biggest word you got and it's definition
I'm a 37 yrs old man and I want to have sex with a woman that's at least 65. I think she wants it too, she complimented my hands saying how beautiful they were and likes my new haircut (I shaved my head) . I just don't know how to approach her because of my anxiety and lack of understanding of the flirt talk. She's the cleaning lady of the building where I live and every Thursday's she comes to my house to iron some clothes. You see I'm a virgin and I think that she could be my big break. I mean I don't want to treat her like a whore but I'm not looking to have a serious relationship with her because I live in a small place and people here are gossipers and judgemental.
I called the police on my abusive mother and I was the one that ended up getting arrested. I had cried a lot earlier in the day so when the police showed up I was very emotionless and apathetic, not at all how you would expect an abused child to be acting. Which is why they immediately took my mom's side. She told them lies. She only told them that I hit her, not that I hit her in self defense. She told them that I pushed her and broke the curtain, not that I pushed her and broke the curtain because she had me up against the wall with her hands on my face. She didn't tell them that I had a video of her abusing me but she grabbed my phone and deleted the video and the pictures of the marks she left on me. And I tried to tell them the truth but they were very biased and unfair to me. Telling me that what my mom does is discipline and I can't "discipline her back." So they put me in handcuffs and the last thing I saw before they took me away was my mother smirking at me. I spent one night locked in a cell. I was the only minor there so I was made to put on a different uniform than the rest of the people there. They woke me up at 6 am and asked me if I wanted breakfast and I said yes, please. They didn't give me any though, and I was scared to say anything about it. I didn't get lunch either. I was there for about 22 hours and didn't eat or drink once. There were insane people locked away elsewhere, and I heard them screaming and ranting all day long. When I was being released the officer told me that I better respect my mother, and I told him that my mother attacked me first. He said "She's your mom" and I told him that mothers shouldn't attack their kids. But it was obvious he didn't believe me either. I have a court case on March 13th at 1:00 pm and I'm going to tell them everything my mother didn't tell them. I'm going to tell them the truth.
I made a deal with a female friend that if I took a photo of myself naked in the street, then I could see her nude in return. She agreed. I did my end of the deal and sent her the photo with full frontal. She just laughed and said "Oh my God" followed by "you're tiny". I reminded her about it occasionally for the next few months, and she kept saying that she was unhappy about her weight and brushing it off. Eventually, she sent me a photo of herself in her underwear. I told her that the deal was full nudity. Then she just went on a rant about slippery slopes and how I shouldn't be asking for nudes. Now I feel humiliated because she has a photo of me naked in public that she can access at any time and laugh at or even share... but the thought of that turns me on. I still hope that one day I can find a nude picture of her online, so I can make fun of her the way she did me. Apparently a video does exist, but I haven't been able to find it.
I wish my boyfriend would understand that I don't want to tell him explicitly what I want for my birthday or that I want him to bring me flowers or my favourite cookies every now and then, because I don't want him to buy me things to get things for free- I want him to give me those things to show me that he thinks of me on his way home, that he sees something and thinks "She would like that" and then can't wait to see the smile on my face. I want him to know me and listen to me when I talk about something I want. But how can I make him know this without actually saying this - as saying it would totally defeat the purpose, because then I couldn't enjoy any flower he brings home because I'd just think he did it for the wrong reasons?
My sister is such a bitch. She acts nice in front of people. But she always criticizes everything. She gets mad over petty things. She always finds me to pour her heart out but when i go to her she blames me for everything. She body shames me everyday. She gives me money and brings it up later. She’s nice for a second and the next second, she’s mad.
So my parents just sat me down and told me that I'm not allowed to cook food for myself every day anymore, because of the energy bill. They also told me that I should limit the time I take while showering. I have long hair, so it takes me more than two minutes, which is unacceptable. They also always turn down the heat in my room because my wish to live in a room that's more than 16 °C is excessive, apparently. All that comes from my parents. The people who leave the lights on in every room of the house the whole evening while not leaving the couch once. The people who always have either TV or radio running when they're in entirely different rooms. The people who forced me to cook for myself in the first place because they won't make food that I can or want to eat. The ones who turn up the heat in the living room 24/7 because they want it to be nice and cosy for the 2 hours a day they spend there. I'm beginning to suspect that they don't really like me.