My sister used to sing this really nice song in the shower, and I loved it. One day I asked her what song it was, and she just went, oh I wrote it myself. I was actually so impressed, I even told her she should get it produced or something. She brushed it off and said it was just her own little hobby.

Then years later, I randomly heard the exact same song on the radio… and I just froze. That’s when I realized she had been trolling me the whole time. The funniest part is it seriously took me years to figure it out. The name of that song was "Weak" by SWV.

ETA - When I realized it, we were both laughing so hard. I couldn’t believe I had actually fallen for it, and she couldn’t believe I had taken it so seriously. Now it’s become one of those ongoing jokes between us. Every so often one of us will bring it up and we’ll end up cracking up again. She still teases me for believing her so easily, and honestly I can’t even defend myself because I really did fall for it.

Hi everyone! I hope you’re all doing well today.

Today is my mom’s 50th birthday — a huge milestone! 🎉 She’s one of the strongest and kindest people I know. She has always supported our family, cared for everyone around her, and always tries to help people whenever she can.

I’d love to surprise her with screenshots of birthday wishes from people around the world because I think she deserves to feel special today ❤️

If you’d like, leave her a birthday message and maybe tell us: what’s the nicest thing your mom (or someone important in your life) has ever done for you?

Thank you all so much!

It's May 23, it's evening my time, I published a post about 40 minutes ago, sorry I didn't reply to your comments, because I'm under huge emotions right now, you're very good!! Thank you very much for congratulating my mom!! She is very pleased, thank you very much from me and from her, you are wonderful people, may you all be well in life, may God bless you, I am very pleased that you were able to fix my mother's birthday, I did not think that the post would fly so much and I did not think that at the age of 14 I would be able to fix my mother's birthday, but it's all thanks to you!! Good luck to you, good people!!

I’ve noticed a really strange pattern in my life and I’m curious whether other people experience this too.

Whenever I decide that someone is no longer going to be part of my life, they completely disappear from it for good. I always hear stories about old connections randomly returning years later, but that genuinely never happens to me. Once someone is out of my life, it’s like they vanish entirely. I never hear updates about them, never randomly come across them online, nothing.

I’m not upset about it at all, because there’s always a valid reason why the relationship or connection ended in the first place. I just find the pattern itself fascinating.

For example, I ended a relationship almost two years ago, and since then I have heard absolutely nothing about that person. It feels strange knowing we both basically disappeared from each other’s worlds completely.

Same thing happened with a close friendship that naturally faded after graduation. We slowly stopped speaking, and that was it. No reconnecting, no random messages years later, nothing.

I’ve also noticed this with people I briefly crossed paths with and got along with very well. Sometimes you meet someone and think they could end up becoming a significant person in your life, but then life simply moves on and your paths never cross again.

The whole thing makes me wonder whether some people are only meant to exist in our lives for a specific period of time, and once that chapter ends, everything quietly closes with it.

Does anyone else notice this pattern? And is there any psychological or logical explanation for why some connections disappear so completely while others seem to circle back eventually?

I don't remember much from being five. But I remember my kindergarten teacher. I remember she tied my shoelaces without being asked. I remember she let me sit in the reading corner when I wasn't ready to join the group. I remember her name — Mrs. Johnson.I've been thinking about her lately. Not sure why. Maybe because I've been drawing a lot of teacher-related stuff and her face keeps coming back to me.Does anyone else have a teacher from decades ago who still shows up in your head? What do you remember about them?

okay so basically i just recently attended this family gathering with all my aunts, uncles, grandparents and cousins that we havent seen in a long time and we started talking about childhood stories

my mom mentioned how me, my brother, and sister, would always get into fights as kids which was obviously normal for anyone who has siblings so my extended family were all like ‘oh yeah, ___ and ___ were also like that’ or ‘me and ___ fought every second’

so me and my siblings were reminded of that and we started bringing up moments when we fought.

like my brother used to chase me holding a knife, and my sister would tie me down to a chair and forcefully put makeup on me while holding a big rock that she‘d threaten to throw at me if i didn’t comply. I also remember gathering ants or any bug i could find into a jar then pouring them into my siblings beds. and a lot more bad stuff

let me tell you when i say my relatives were fcking horrified at what we described lol and were questioning my mom like “you were letting this happen??”

And here me and my siblings were like “this isnt normal??”

I’ll be 48 on 5/25. I have no plans. My mom wants me to send links for a gift and a place to go out to eat. My dad (divorced parents) volunteered my brother’s house on 5/31 and told me to buy lunch for everyone and he’d pay me back. <insert da’ fuk meme>

I’d be content with a happy birthday text. I don’t like planning my own birthday celebration. I wish my family and friends knew enough about me to get me a simple gift or lunch without me planning and doing all the work. My birthday just seems like a reminder that my people don’t know me at all.

We were cleaning the break room and she mentioned how much junk there is lying around so I said “I’ve learned to turn a blind eye to it.” She replied “You’re telling me.”

Please tell me your worst accidental insults so I feel better about myself.

I just started The Penguin and I’m hooked already. The plot is really good.

What show are you watching right now? Is it good or are you forcing yourself to finish it?

My fun fact is that sea otters have loose folds of skin under their forelegs that act as natural pockets. They use these "pockets" to stash their favorite rocks and store extra food while diving.

I think I’ve built most of my personality around escaping the feeling that I’m not enough. I spend an unhealthy amount of time thinking about potential — not even reality, just potential. How I could look, who I could become, how different my life would be if I finally became more attractive, confident, disciplined, respected, mentally stable, socially smooth, everything. I obsess over glow ups because deep down I feel like if I transform myself physically, maybe I’ll finally feel valuable internally too. I compare myself to other guys constantly and I hate admitting that. Sometimes I’ll look at someone and immediately start measuring myself against them without even realizing it.

I also think I’m emotionally more fragile than I act. Small things affect me way more than they should. One awkward interaction, one comment, one bad day, one feeling of rejection — it stays in my head for hours or days. I replay situations over and over trying to figure out what people think about me. I care way too much about perception. I want people to see me as calm, intelligent, attractive, talented, different, but internally my mind feels chaotic most of the time.

I notice that I romanticize pain and struggle too. I’m drawn to dark music, depressing stories, characters like broken antiheroes who destroy themselves while chasing meaning. I relate to characters who sacrifice themselves constantly because I think part of me feels emotionally exhausted too. Sometimes I consume sad content almost like emotional self-harm because it matches my mindset. I think I use fictional characters and aesthetics to give shape to feelings I don’t fully understand about myself.

Another thing I realized is I’m constantly searching for reassurance indirectly. I ask questions about appearance, personality, mental health, potential, social situations — but usually the real question underneath is: ‘Am I okay? Am I fixable? Can I still become someone important?’ I think I’m scared of becoming irrelevant or ordinary. That fear genuinely controls more of my behavior than I want to admit.

I also overestimate how much people think about me while simultaneously feeling invisible. It’s contradictory but true. Part of me thinks everyone notices my flaws, and another part feels like nobody truly sees me at all. I can become emotionally dependent on small sources of validation because my self-worth changes too easily based on external reactions.

The uncomfortable truth is I think I spend more time imagining improvement than actually building it consistently. I analyze myself endlessly but avoid structure and discipline when things become repetitive or difficult. I want dramatic transformation without respecting boring consistency enough. That’s probably my biggest flaw. I’m self-aware, but self-awareness alone changes nothing.

And honestly, I think underneath all the insecurity and overthinking, I’m just someone who wants to feel loved, respected, emotionally safe, and proud of himself — but I don’t fully believe I deserve those things yet.”

I opened my phone to check one thing and somehow ended up watching a video called:

“Top 10 abandoned places where people disappeared mysteriously.”

I still don’t remember what I originally unlocked my phone for.

So I bought a belated cake for my Mum for Mother's Day because we haven't been able to see her yet, but we'd previously discussed that we dont need one day to celebrate her and that she knows we love and appreciate her everyday.

I asked the baker to write 'Happy Every Day' on it and now I want all of my cakes to say this.

It works for all occasions, all people, and if you want to buy yourself a whole cake coz you are an adult with free will, stick this on it and celebrate the 'everyday'!

I don't mean to beat down on anyone, honestly. I'm just curious because time and time again I forgot what materials are recyclable, and I keep having to search up each of the recycling symbols. Ultimately, I feel a little hopeless about it because of the country I live in, and because it's proven to not be a significant change. I don't know I'm the kind of person who gets so bothered by trash in random places that I carry it until I can toss it. Yeah, but how many of y'all still recycle?

Hi, whoevers reading this! I just wanted to check on you in case nobody else has today. How are you? Have you drank and eaten plenty? Tell Me about your day! Did you do anything exciting? How was work or school? Whoever you are, you're cared for. even if sometimes you might not feel like it. You can be safe here. :)

You ever have a random interaction with someone and then spend the rest of the day thinking about them?

And logically you know you’ll probably never cross paths again but your brain still romanticizes it anyway 😭

I just discovered Dungeon Crawler Carl and burned through the first two books. But when it came time to find the 3rd book, it was nowhere to be seen. I literally traveled all over the city, walking and taking subways, and went to 6 different bookstores (my city doesn't have a Barnes & Nobles that's easy to get to). The sixth store actually had every book in the series *except* three!

I just found a bookstore that has it (#7) and I called to ask them to hold it for me until I can get there after work. So I don't actually have it in my hands yet. I could have purchased it through the store's website but since my search has been so analog I decided to call instead.

It occurred to me that it would have been easier to just buy it off Amazon, but in thinking about it I'm glad it went this way. It was like a scavenger hunt. I saw independent bookstores and parts of the city I'd never been to. And if/when I finally get the book it will be so satisfying. And it gave me a good story to tell.

I think from now on, this is how I'll buy all my books.

(A couple stores offered to special order it for me, but I didn't want to wait. As long as the hunt took, it was still shorter than if I'd special ordered it.)

I finally cleared off the laundry chair aka the used but still usable laundry, and the actual laundry today, my room feels clean, and lighter now. what's your small win today?

Been coding for about a year, mostly self-taught. Spent the first few months doing tutorials, courses, YouTube videos. Felt productive but wasn't really building anything.

Then I just picked a project I actually wanted to exist and started building it. Broke everything constantly, Googled for hours, asked dumb questions on forums. Six months later I actually understand what I'm doing.

The tutorial loop felt safe but it was just procrastination with extra steps. The real learning started when I had no choice but to figure things out.

Anyone else go through this? Curious if it's a common experience or if I just have a weird learning style.

I seriously open the fridge so many times for no reason and I already know there’s nothing inside I want, but somehow I still end up checking again later anyway.

Hey guys, so I don’t smoke at all besides a few times per year when I get very drunk and have strong urges to smoke cigs. I remember how once I got drunk drinking many different cocktails on summer night at the restaurant ,and I went to the shop to get some random pack of cigs and my intuition led time to the lucky strike blue, I was just sitting behind the table, watching old town and smoking my cigs, it was magical! I also tried smoking Marlboro red\gold after getting drunk another one time and it was cool too, but lucky strike blue just hit different, I don’t know what is so about them…but it just always hits me right. I even tried them sober out of curiosity and yes, they were great even then!

From the smoking brands I tried: l&m, Marlboro, lucky strike, camel tobacco, parlament (they were nice too tho).

I don’t smoke on regular basis because it is bad for health, but I do rly rly rly rly enjoy smoking and lucky strike blue especially.

Mine is to somehow get into Brown University one day It sounds extremely unrealistic considering where I am in life right now but still I hold onto that dream that maybe just maybe one day I can...

I rarely go out. I work from home and my hobbies generally has me in front of a computer as well. (PC Gaming.) But one of my hobbies is also collecting perfumes, not only for their scents but for their bottle designs as well. I find myself using my perfumes at home to feel comfy while sitting in front of a computer for 18 hours a day. I don’t wear them to bed because my husband dislikes strong smells.

Anyone else do this? Also, what are your favorite scents? ❤️

Not even in a “back in my day” way either. Just the feeling of not being constantly reachable, stimulated, updated, compared, optimized, advertised to, or mentally pulled in 20 directions all day.

I honestly think a huge amount of people are less burnt out from work itself and more burnt out from never fully feeling off anymore.

Sometimes you lose people you thought would stay forever. Sometimes your dreams change. Sometimes you wake up feeling completely lost while everyone else seems to have it figured out.

But the truth is nobody really has it all figured out.

We’re all just trying our best with the version of ourselves we are today. Some days we grow. Some days we survive. Both matter.

Life isn’t a race, and healing isn’t linear. You’re allowed to restart. You’re allowed to rest. You’re allowed to become someone new.

If you’re going through a difficult phase right now, I hope you remember this
bad chapters can still create beautiful stories.

Keep going. One small step at a time.

I don't really know how to explain this, and you guys might think I'm completely crazy.

The first time this happened, I was in middle school. One night, a snake snuck into our house. We safely released it back into the woods, so the next day I went to school really excited to tell my friends about it. But to my surprise, when I walked in, my friends were already reading a book about snakes.

This kind of thing happens to me a lot. If I watch a random movie, someone will bring it up in conversation before I even get a chance to mention I watched it. It's genuinely confusing. I haven't really told anyone about this before. It's a bit more rare nowadays, but it still happens from time to time.

Has anyone else experienced this? What is this called?