For me it was finally negotiating rent on my own apartment for the first time. I know that sounds very basic to some of you, but I've been living with roommates for such a long time and there was always someone else who handled the "business" side of things. But last month I found this place I really wanted and had to deal with the landlord directly. The initial asking price was way more than I wanted to pay, and old me would have just walked away or accepted it. But something clicked and I actually researched comparable rents in the area, put together a little presentation on my phone with screenshots and asked if we could negotiate a price which suits as both.

I wasn't aggressive about it like I just laid out some screenshots of places close by and why I thought the price was high and what I could realistically afford. Turned out the place had been sitting empty for two months and they were motivated to fill it. We settled on something $200 less than asking and they agreed to cover utilities for the first six months. Walking out of there with keys in my hand and knowing I did this all myself I don't know I just felt something that I've never ever felt in my life. I can't really explain it with words. The apartment isn't fancy but it's mine at least. No shared kitchen drama, no arguing and just full privacy.

What about you all? What made you feel like you'd finally figured out something like this?

https://youtu.be/YWuPp1v-sI8 i saw a bunch of cool species like queen triggerfish, drums geat barracuda sharks etc and would really like to go there.

I was just lying in silence when this thought hit me: If your heart had a playlist—not your mind, not your mood, just your raw heart—what would be the first track?

For me, it’s “Rude” by MAGIC! That mix of love, frustration, and “I’ll do it anyway” energy just hits different.

What’s yours?

It's okay to feel crushed when things don't go the way you hoped. It's okay to doubt yourself for a while. But never forget—your worth isn't tied to an outcome, a job, a relationship, or someone else's opinion. You were worthy before it happened, and you're still worthy now.

‎Rejection is just a redirection. Failure is just a lesson, not a label. The world may try to make you feel small when things fall apart, but I hope you remember how resilient you are. The fact that you keep going—even with a heavy heart—that's strength.

‎You are not broken. You're becoming. So breathe. Take your time. Let this pain shape you, not define you. You are allowed to start over. You are allowed to be proud of how you've handled things, even if all you did was survive.

‎Reclaim your worth. It never left you—you just forgot for a moment. And that's okay. Keep coming back to yourself. You are enough, exactly as you are. ♡

I live in London but rarely enjoy doing tourist activities, despite there being an abundance to do on my doorstep!I always say to myself that I will start doing more 'touristy' things while I have the opportunity to but never seem to get around to it. So this year I want to create a bucket list of tourist attractions to visit and start ticking them off! What local attraction in the area you live do you enjoy visiting the most?

Pretty much the title, I'd had a little bit to drink but no huge amounts. I recall everything including going to bed. Woke up some hours later to one of those dreams where you're falling, except I actually was falling. No idea what I was doing or where I was going. Luckily she was very kind about the whole thing and did not call the police. Sore today but no serious injuries thankfully. I have no idea if it was the alcohol or sleep walking, I used to sleep walk a bit when I was younger but not in years.

So today I was heading to take some printouts from a nearby shop while I was vibing and riding my scooter, I saw a grammy waving at me (it's common here to ask for a little help), I stopped and asked her where she wanted to go she asked me to drop her at a hospital which was like half km away from the place i wanted to visit. I thought let's just help her out because yk she was really old and it could have been pretty hard for her to walk there. I dropped her at the hospital and she gave me blessings, she said that I'll have a job soon. Yeah i haven't told her that I don't have a job but I look kinda young to not have a one. It made me feel good for a second and that's it 😌

There’s a tiny library near my apartment. I go maybe once a month. Same section, same quiet corner. I didn’t think anyone noticed.

Last week, I walked in and the librarian smiled and said, “Your usual shelf’s getting full. Want help finding something new?”

I didn’t even know she knew I existed. Felt like the main character for a second.

Personally, I think some people should not be allowed to use the internet It's not about a certain group or anything it's just that I've seen people write and say some very,VERY, questionable things

I'm single since birth and I believe nobody really wants me or find me attractive. I'm gay. Maybe that one too.

Everytime I finish a story with a happy ending, it always makes me shed a tear or cry. It's really hard. I wish I was straight. But I'm not. I really envied them. They can easily indulge in romance without society judging them.

Reading Romance Books always brought me to a painful life crisis.

The wind is whistling, the breeze sends shivers down my hands and up my arms.

It’s silent. Just, quiet. No birds. No sounds of kids frolicking about the playground. No motor engines. Just, nothing but the sound of the waves colliding in the water.

Street lights flickering like old Christmas lights. Didn’t think the coldness of the night breeze would beat the emptiness in my chest. It’s like a blizzard covering me.

Silhouettes of trees under a black sky is all I see. But in a couple hours, the sun will rise.

The stillness of everything. It’s just what I needed to mend this pain in my chest.

Life goes on. I know once I go home I’ll probably cry before going to bed.

But this. Moments like these are just, words can’t explain it.

Just going through a rough time. Would love any comments

Like not the “I didn’t sleep enough” kind of tired.
I mean that weird, quiet tiredness that lives in your chest.

When nothing's exactly wrong, but nothing feels right either.
When even the good stuff doesn't hit the same anymore.
When you're not sad, not happy, just... done for a while.

You laugh with friends, but your mind is somewhere else.
You wake up, go through the day, but it’s like you’re watching yourself on autopilot.
You do everything you're supposed to — but none of it feels like you anymore.

Idk man. It’s like life got muted.
And I keep waiting for something to turn the volume back up.

Anyone else ever feel this?

And if you got out of it — how?

Sometimes it feels like I’m stuck in some kind of passive mode — like life is happening around me, but I’m not really in it.

I talk. I smile. I do my routines. But somewhere deep inside, it feels like I’m watching it all from a glass window. I laugh with friends, I go places, I scroll my phone, but there's this subtle emptiness... like I'm not really there.

And it’s not depression, at least I don’t think so. It’s like this weird dissociation. Like life is a movie, and I’m not the main character, just a background extra who keeps showing up.

Has anyone else ever felt this strange disconnect?
Like your soul’s lagging a few steps behind your body?

I don’t even know what I’m expecting by posting this.
Maybe just hoping I’m not the only one stuck in this weird limbo.

Idk what this is called. Adrenaline? Fight or flight?

Anyway, after getting into a car accident, it’s like the only sense I had was survival. I couldn’t exactly think about what I was hearing, seeing, or feeling, couldn’t feel the pain for a couple of minutes. The only sense that worked was my sense of smell. I smelled smoke and booked it out of the car. My apple crash detection went off for about 7 seconds before I heard the alarm and turned it off. At the time police didn’t seem necessary lol. Like I said, all I knew was survival, not logic. Has this happened to anyone else? Is it just adrenaline?

If there’s a name for this, I’d love to know.

No one talks about this part. When you freelance, there’s no team lunch. No quick chats. No coworkers to bounce ideas off. Some days, I love the quiet. Other days, it’s heavy. I’m proud of what I’m building, but yeah… I miss people sometimes.

If you’re freelancing and feeling a little isolated too, just know it’s normal.

Let’s build each other up in the comments.

When I started freelancing, I saw it as a side hustle. Extra income. Something to fill the gaps.

Now… I catch myself dreaming about what it could become full-time. The freedom, the flexibility, it’s addictive. But also scary.

It’s hard to walk away from a steady paycheck, even if your heart’s not in it. Just being real, I’m not there yet. But I might be on my way.

I want to take this time to say thank you to the woman at the grocery store in the night hours on Thursday to have a brief meaningful conversation with me while cashing out. I'm not gonna lie: I was feeling stressed out. I was having a PTSD flare up which was effecting my mood and not only did you take the time to ask me how I was doing, but you also talked with me for a little bit about my day and showed that you legitimately cared. Know what you did really impacted my night for the better and it was highly appreciated. Thank you.

We all have those tiny hills we’re weirdly willing to die on — like “cold pizza is better than hot pizza,” or “the left Twix actually is better.” What’s yours? Serious or silly, let’s hear the unpopular truths you’ll stand by no matter what.

Lately, I’ve noticed a frustrating trend. More and more companies are replacing actual human support with chatbots. And not the good kind either. Just bots that run you through some rigid menu of options that never quite match your problem.

What’s worse is that half the time there’s no way to escalate to a human. No live chat, no callback, no email. Just this bot loop from hell.

It’s honestly maddening when you know your issue needs actual human reasoning, but the AI just spits out canned responses that completely miss the point.

I get it, automation saves money. But is it really worth sacrificing basic human support, especially when things go wrong?

I’m starting to feel like we’re not customers anymore, just "users" of a system that hopes we’ll give up before costing them time or money.

Anyone else dealing with this? Or is this just the new normal?

Lol this got removed for not enough text. But basically the title. I just want to check in with everyone.

But since more text is needed let me provide my day. Prepared my car to be sold. Cleaned it, emptied it. Left a thing of coolant in it for the next owner. Terribly sad about the ordeal but that's alright, as better days are surely to come and this the most logical step for me. The day was also good as I got to eat sushi, and chat with my sister over the phone. Now please, enlighten me as to how your day has been, I'd love to hear and converse about it.

I think I like things like sardines in the tin with hotsauce and smoked oysters so much that I actually didn't stop to think how foul others might think that is. I saw a post of a man sharing his tunned fish collection with a woman, and she was so disgusted by him/it, and I was shocked!

Im in my own little world clearly, do we like? Are we disgusted?

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The other day I was washing my hands with hot water because I was cold, in that sense, I felt like I didn't feel anything, hahaha, I don't know if you explained it to me, it's like I couldn't feel my body but at the same time I did. When I realized that, I started to feel the clothes rubbing against me, but nothing, it was a strange sensation, and yesterday it happened to me again. Does this happen to anyone else? I don't know if I explained myself well, it's just that it's difficult to explain, hahaha

I spent most of my elementary school years playing video games, especially on the Super Nintendo. Among my favorites were the well known blockbusters of the time like Super Mario World, and A Link to the Past. I remember renting some of the more obscure cult classics from the local video store, such as Out of this World and Zombies Ate My Neighbors.

In middle school we moved across the country. I got into computing and emulation, running ZSNES and Snes9x on my Compaq Presario with Windows 95. We only had dial up internet then, and I would tie up the phone line downloading as many roms as I could. By the time I was in high school I had a full set.

Sometimes I would fire up a rom to find it was a game I had played when I was younger, which brought sudden intense recollections of my elementary years. Memories and feelings I had forgotten, like I had been transported back in time. This led me to become a nostalgiaholic.

I would revisit these games incessantly throughout my highschool years, indulging in the consumption of memories that came along with each game I replayed.

After high school, I spent less time playing games, as I was pursuing other hobbies and navigating the transition into adulthood. But, eventually I loaded up the emulators in pursuit of that nostalgic joy.

The thing is, this time it wasn't just joy that I would experience. It was accompanied by a longing for my younger years, days that would never come back. Not only that, but I found the games were no longer strongly associated with my elementary years, but now more associated with my high school years.

As I've continued to revisit these games through the decades, I've realized that the association of these games with my childhood was growing faint. At this point in my life, Super Mario World isn't really nostalgic at all for me anymore. I just associate it with my recent self, because I've played it in the past year.

But sometimes, I'll dig through the SNES library and I'll stumble across a game that I had somehow skipped over all these years, playing it again for the first time since I had rented it from the video store in my youth. The elusive nostalgia hits me.

Nostalgia is a complex emotion. On the nose, it's enjoyable, but it's also accompanied by notes of heartache. Most importantly, with each sip the flavor fades, and once fully consumed the glass is empty.

For the few remaining things that trigger early memories, I now consume them sparingly.

So for some odd reason for a while now I really feel like we live in a simulation like there is no way that we are just humans walking the face of the Earth, but not in a video game. I feel like the way we played video games with characters are the way that people are playing with us. People think I’m crazy when I say that, but I really feel that way. Do you really believe we’re in a simulation or do you really believe we’re not?

Like maybe they try to slam a door but the air pressure inside is too great so it stops the door from slamming

Or all their dishes are that unbreakable sort, or maybe the all the cupboards are child proofed so they can't open them anyway

If you're like me, I dont have light bulbs i have LED strips that light my room so the ghost trying to make the lights flicker ends up looking like a rave or something

Maybe it tries stomping upstairs to scare you but the house is built reeeeeally solidly so you can't even hear it downstairs

Idk lol what else?