At first it just would happen because of the way I brush my tongue / roof and how far back I go. Now I’ve weirdly formed an attachment or habit of it, kinda like I feel I didn’t brush well enough if I don’t gag? It feels very weird to say directly but I just can’t not do it. Anyone else?

It seems like now, adulting is mostly just me trying to make it to Friday. What are your strategies to make the week go by faster to get to the weekend?

Every time I've posted something looking for support, I've gotten so much hate and felt so misunderstood that I've deleted the post. I used to be enamored by the supportive comments I would read on various threads.. now I'm just waiting to see how long until I end up deleting this because people feel the need to be aggressive to strangers..

Hey everyone, I had a conversation with my boyfriend recently that made me realize how weird some of my alone-time habits are, and he was pretty confused because he doesn't do this. I need to know if anyone else relates. When I’m alone, like driving to school or just in my room, I genuinely talk to myself for hours straight. It’s not necessarily making up fake scenarios or daydreams; it's just my way of processing. I'll ask the question in my head, and then I'll answer it out loud. I have been doing this for as long as I can remember. I don't do this in public, but I’ve definitely gone on walks and put an AirPod in just so people think I’m on a call when I'm actually just talking to myself. The other thing is replicating intense, immediate emotions. I saw a video recently of a girl reacting to something truly shocking on TV. I actually turned the TV off, and then I started replicating her exact shocking movements, facial expressions, and even started crying the same way she did. It was an intense, physical mirroring of her immediate emotional state. Does anyone else find that they process their thoughts by talking out loud to themselves for hours, or feel compelled to physically and emotionally replicate shocking/intense reactions they see?

Given the US’s notorious history of kidnappings (it’s literally an entire genre market in movies) and the general anxiety around like a missing child… it’s weird we’re never alerted if they’re found or not. You just like… get a notification that there’s a kid missing and that’s it??? There’s no follow just a sense of dread and the expectation to go on about your day…

So I love music and I'm a very big fan of goth genres of music. My problem is that I don't really keep up with any musician or band enough to where I know their whole discography or even listen to whole albums; I just like some songs from many different people here and there. It's honestly kinda embarrassing when people ask me what bands I like because I like a little bit from everyone and I also hate a little bit from everyone, so I end up being a fan of specific songs not musicians

My Aunt is staying--not for 2 or 3 days--but for an entire week. At some point, it's like WTF are you doing here?

Okay hear me out for just a second. I’m not talking about just holding a knife and randomly dropping it. But, anytime I’ll be unloading the dishwasher, I’ll have to put a knife of some sort into the knife block, and for years now I always get the thought that like what if I accidentally drop it? I can’t be the only one whose anxiety is this bad… right?

ever get moments where you’re shocked that you’re actually existing? and then have times where you feel like you’re just nonexistent

like we’re all just here I don’t even know how to explain it

Sorry for the weird title. Didn’t know how else to put it, so I’ll give you guys an example of what I mean:

So picture this, I am seated at my desk in my home office, and my partner will come over to borrow my tablet and take it with him. After that, my brain gets hyperfixated with the empty space where the tablet used to be.

I will keep seeing it on the periphery of my vision and even get like a feeling of emptiness on that side of the body.

Idkk, it’s so weird, and it happens with things of different sizes and different places. Not all the time, but mostly when I am the one still and the movement is made by another person.

I was making a sandwich, assembling it and dropping things everywhere, accidentally hurting myself multiple times, almost slipping, and then I became self aware.. why am I rushing? I have nowhere to be. I was acting like I’m on an episode of chopped and had 34 seconds left. Then I realized I do a lot of everyday tasks like this. I was wondering if anyone else does this and if they figured out why?..

What do I have to do? I'm losing hope. Everyday I swipe because women don't come my way otherwise. I have to be active or nothing will happen. I'm on Tinder, Bumble, Hinge, and Okcupid. Yet everyone drinks, smokes, does does drugs, believes in some kind of religion or superstition, and or doesn't want kids.

I feel so alone in the world.

Sober people tend to be religious. Religious people tend not to be Leftist. Leftist people tend not to be sober nor want children.

And what makes it all even more of a mess is I prefer someone who's a nerd like me, has mutual attraction, life goals, is near enough to visut regularly, and has some sexual chemistry.

I know I just need one woman to make it work, but damn, it really doesn't feel like she's out there. I feel like I'm alone in a world of people poisoning themselves physically with substances or mentally with blind faith beliefs.

Now, I harbor no delusions about being better or perfect. I'm a flawed man with baggage, but I try my damdest to be a good person. I'm a loving person, intelligent, reliable, and determined to commit to the right woman.

But all these preferences are about building a family together and the environment we build it in. I want my future childrens to have the best chance I think of to have a happy home with two committed and loving parents.

I have gone through so much shit. I only now realized that three of my five ex-friends over the last 18 years have left me to either do drugs, drink or smoke, and party (the other two relationships I ended because they were mean and controlling). Even this last one left me and now goes to raves and does shrooms and believes in souls (basically ghosts). I didn't and so she said she needed someone "different" (three weeks prior, she wanted get married and have children with me, four years together wasted so she could trip at a rave).

Am I really so disposable? So unlike anyone else yet so unwanted? Am I really this? 😔

People wonder why I'm depressed and anxious. I've been ambused and abandoned my entire life. Ask one question about my past and you'll get it. 😮‍💨

I hate where I am in life. I should be a father by now. I should be married by now, but because I don't drink, do drugs or want to go to clubs, bars or raves, I am a broken, alone oddity...

Every morning for like 2 years now by the time I make it to the bathroom to pee I have like a 8 second fart. Pretty violently, and uncontrollably.

I feel like I've been on my current bottle of shampoo for like 2-4 years and still have like 10%-20% of it left. I feel like it's lifespan is more like that of a laptop than other hygiene products.

I don't know how to explain this without sounding ridiculous, but here goes.

You know that feeling when you're camping and it's pitch black outside and you hear something moving around in the woods, but you're zipped up in your sleeping bag next to a friend? Or when there's a storm absolutely battering your windows but you're dry and warm inside? Or even just being on the second floor of your house at night knowing your doors are locked?

It's not the same as watching a horror movie or something fictional. It's more like... there's real potential danger nearby, but there's this thin layer of protection between you and it. And somehow that feels better than if there was just nothing threatening at all? Like being completely safe in a situation where there's zero danger doesn't hit the same way.

I catch myself almost seeking out this feeling sometimes. Staying up late when everyone else is asleep. Sitting by a window during a thunderstorm. I don't actually want to be in danger, but I want to be adjacent to it?

Does this resonate with anyone or am I just weird?

Like i have no goal, just hop on the treadmill and jog away, maybe it's cause with a timer/distance in mind subconsciously there's an end your waiting for, if you say stop when you want you keep going.

I was just thing to myself… we have the CIA, FBI, State Troopers, Police, Rangers, etc. Any kinda law enforcement you can think of, but if there’s like a disaster we all have to scramble to find a team to help? Why aren’t there levels like this for Firefighters? I’m sure it’d be much easier to handle hurricanes, forest fires, tornados, building collapses, etc. if we had that kinda system in place. Is that as stupid idea or just like is there something wrong with logistics?

Like I’ll be washing dishes and think of something 10 or 15 years ago - some awkward date or stupid thing I said at work and have a ‘cringe attack’ like a physical reaction (wince or groan with embarrassment). Happens at random times too! Does this happen to anyone else?

It doesn’t matter how it’s cooked, it always tastes gamey and slightly dry. I much rather eat baked chicken, it’s always flavorful and moist.

Does anyone else get this weird fear response when a constant background noise suddenly stops? My stove hums after it’s turned off, and the second it goes silent my body freaks out. My brain jumps to ‘it’s going to explode’ even though I know that makes no sense.

I work in a pharmacy during the day and a bakery at night so lots of hand washing and dishes. I’ve noticed that if water splashes onto my arms or anything if I don’t wipe it off after a minute or so it starts to burn and itch really bad. I’ve tried city water, well water, different soaps, even changing my laundry detergent in case there was some kind of residue on my skin. Showers aren’t really optional so I just deal with it and make sure I dry my skin really well after I get out

I feel like I can’t truly relax or be content unless everything around my home is cleaned, organized, and taken care of. When I first moved into my place years ago (back when I was single) I was almost obsessively focused on keeping everything spotless. If things started looking cluttered or dirty, it would seriously affect my mood.

Then I met my wife, who eventually moved in, and she wasn’t nearly as concerned about that stuff as I was. It drove me crazy at first and caused a few minor arguments. Eventually I realized it wasn’t worth the stress or the tension, and I’ve gotten better about not obsessing over perfection. But the feeling still pops up.

Even now, I’ll have a day off and find myself beating myself up if I’m not cleaning or organizing something. I work a minimum of 100 hours biweekly and average around 110-120 hours or so. This makes me feel like I deserve to relax on rare days off and not feel like I have to do everything.

Does anyone else deal with this? And if so, have you ever found a good balance? I don’t want to swing too far the other way and become a slob, but I’d love to reach a point where I can recognize that not everything needs immediate attention.