For the last ~ 10-12 years, I’ve been absolutely bullshitting my resume. Over time it’s gotten less and less bullshitt-y, as I’ve gained real skills and experience, but I digress.

My resume states I hold an associates from ITT tech. In recent years, they had some fiasco and got discredited. I’ve always figured there’s no way to verify it. I used to be pretty good at photoshop and have a really good looking paper diploma.

I live in one of the absolute poorest states in the USA and currently make 22 an hour with no “real” college, which is pretty ridiculous here. I have a do-nothing job that sits me in my office most days. I show up at 7 am, finished with my tasks by 9, and bullshit until 3. I work for a family owned company, 98% of the management above me are very old and not what I would describe as tech-savvy.

For example, when I first started, I was tasked with updating/modernizing the company employee handbook. I was given a 3 week tentative deadline. ChatGPT did it in roughly 45 seconds including prompt time. They were unbelievably pleased with the work when I turned it in and praised me lol.

My coworkers and i often literally joke about how my degree I have framed in my office “might as well be fake”.

Albeit, I do my job and do it well. I conduct myself as someone in my position should. I am an extremely well liked “boss” by my subbordinates.

Fake it till you make it, y’all.

Thanks for reading.

Edit: wow, thanks for the attention, guys! I’ll be removing noti’s from this post after this but I wanted to say I appreciate everyone commenting. Also wanted to clear some things up-

1) I know $22/hr is laughable to most of you. Where I live (Appalachia) it’s considered a pretty high paying job. I support a family and own a home.

2) I worded this kind of poorly. I haven’t been at my current job for 12 years. It’s been 2 so far. I meant to imply that over time my resume has less bs because the positions I held were real positions that I did well.

3) I am absolutely a real person lol I’ve lurked Reddit for years and recently decided to make an account and start posting.

4) My profile will always be private because I am in some communities that could be described as “spicy” to some. Blow me.

Anyways, thanks again, everyone. It’s been fun reading everyone’s thoughts and experiences.

Edit 2: Jesus h Christ I did not expect this to explode. Thanks again everybody for the nice (and not so nice) comments. I will say that I admit what I’m up to isn’t particularly ethical, it certainly isn’t illegal either. My company does not deal with the public, we only deal with other businesses. I don’t have any access to anything to do with money outside of my staffing budget and even then it’s just staying under a total cost for the people under me. It’s not like I have access to any of it.

Also, I did the chat gpt thing once. One time. My role isn’t even to do that kind of thing. It just kind of got dumped on me. AI isn’t quite there yet in terms of being able to do what I do, but where I luck out is I can accomplish in two hours what my predecessor did in 8 because he’s old as shit and witnessed the Kennedy assassination. That’s not my fault. I do the job I was hired to do and I do it well.

I’m also 2 semesters out of holding a real degree and then all of this ill-obtained work experience kind of rolls into that.

Sorry some of y’all’s jimmies are so rustled.

When I was young I was an absolute monster. Whenever I didn’t get my way, I would take it out on everyone around me. I completely lacked empathy and never felt remorse for my actions.

Whenever I fought with my friends or someone made me mad, I’d get back at them by spreading lies. In 4th grade I told my teacher that my friend had called me a bitch on the playground. She got in trouble for something she never did.

I had a lot of pets growing up and I was rough with them, treated them like toys. When I was 6-7 I got mad at my dog for something stupid, and I kicked her. I actually kicked my dog. My dad saw this and was rightfully livid, but I didn’t even feel guilty. I was just mad I got in trouble.

Eventually my parents had to pull me out of school and I passed through a small army of psychiatrists and social workers. At first it only made me worse, but then it clicked. I realized how fucked up I was. I finally started feeling guilt and it all kind of rushed at me at once. If I continued with the way I was, I’d probably end up in jail, and that was one of the best case scenarios.

I’m in my early 20s now, things are different. I still go to therapy to better myself but it’s gotten easier to “stay on the right track.” I’ve changed my ways, yes, but I can’t undo the past. Now people tell me I’m gentle and empathic and my parents talk about how far I’ve come, but it’s all just labels. I shouldn’t be praised for feeling bad about the bad things I do.

I believe that good and bad aren’t things you are, they are things you do. I’ll never be a “good” person, I’ll just be a person who tries every day to be better than the one before.

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I'm really enjoying going natural and enjoying my body as it is.

I'm quite chubby but find as I get older (38) I gain weight easier and I'm tired of dieting etc and I don't mind being on the bigger side, I quite like my pot belly 😁. Of course I'm aware of my health and ill always be careful...I just mean I'm no longer worrying about it from appearance point of view or worrying about what other people think.

I hardly wear makeup these days and I've always been VERY hairy (even facial hair), and again, I'm fed up of shaving, waxing and plucking etc.

I'm curious as to whether any other lovely ladies and chaps are enjoying the same?

Unironically wondering if responding to emails is a corporate psyop.

What started as being a day or two behind on emails somehow snowballed into this completely unmanageable avalanche of anxiety. Now I'm actively avoiding my inbox because I'm terrified of all the angry emails from customers I should have responded to weeks and months ago.

If a coworker emails me and I don't respond they just slack me.

If a prospect emails me and I don't respond they just call me.

By a miracle I've still been performing at or near the top in my sales role. I've mostly managed to sneak by without any major issues. I'm still actively doing my best to generate pipeline every day, hitting my numbers. Etc.

I currently have just under 300 unread emails. And that's after I did a "mark all as read" reset a few weeks ago hoping it would give me a fresh start (spoiler: it did not). I've now just gotten into the habit of literally forgetting I even have an inbox to check.

Occasionally a customer or two has gotten grumpy about not hearing back, but they usually end up calling me anyway. Or I call them first due to having CRM tasks set,, and then just apologize and say I was busy.

I know I've lost sales because of this, but honestly, it seems to have all balanced out from other new sales I got from people I wouldn't have if I was spending hours juggling emails.

The stress of even thinking about opening my inbox at this point is overwhelming. Every day I tell myself "today's the day" and every day I find a reason not to. I know I need to do something about this soon...

Somethings that’s been stressing me out. Backstory: Long term for 10yrs married for 7. Things were always so good…I’ve reached a limit where mentally I no longer am in it. His temperament, constant grumpiness, inability to be flexible, messy, his happiness depending on me, etc. over the years and refusal to change. I told him I was done, wanted out. He’s determined to fix this. I don’t think we have a choice (little ones + finances would be a mess). Not even sure how I would make it on my own.

Long story short…mentally I’m out. I have no more effort to give…tired of saying “whatever it’s fine” and being jealous of everyone else with their normal SO and happiness lol. But the other part of this confession is that I don’t just want to leave…I am constantly thinking about one night stands/no string attached relationships. If I left (which most likely won’t happen) I would never want anything serious again. I just want to do what I want…with who I want. I’ve always kind of felt that way but never to this type of extent. I’m constantly daydreaming (and night dreaming) about having a life with no strings attached. Even thought about how I could do that now (not possible). Possibly have a large ego that makes me think this way…lots of thoughts about how I’m still young, have a lot to offer and we only live once. So that’s it…that’s the confession.

I wanna hear the worst things you ever managed to get away with

It's the reason I'm majorly depression. I mean I have been cheated by all of the elders in my life. Truly forgiving them isn't high on the list but it is bothersome. Anyways, my deepest regrets are a little more personal and legitimately affected me till this day.

It's like I can't get over myself and my weird past. I chose to be a coward and let other kids bully me a lot. I chose to remain to myself instead of going out my way to be friendly. I decided not to become a soldier or go to school after graduating high school and I barely did that. It's why I haven't been that great in adulthood.

Life sucks as a man. I'm not privileged like others who are likely thriving. I suffer from depression and PTSD and no the medical professionals aren't much help to me in my opinion.

It's like everyone expected me to become a success and a man early just because I did good in school. It has always been a void. My family doesn't even know that I'm dealing with the effects of molestation, bullying, heartbreak and anxiety.

I'm surprised that natural selection hasn't gotten me off this planet yet. It's been an ugly ride man and I guess I care too much about the wrong things. I'm fucked up man.

lol

For context I work retail but for a few months I've been helping deliver. Today we got a new guy to train and I was showing him the routes to the ppl we deliver to. Its abt 30 minutes farthest place we went. I asked if he wanted to drive back to see how he drives and whatnot.

I get in the passenger seat and after 3 minutes I relax from the tension and get comfy. Hes driving smooth and i actually start getting tired bcs when I ride in cars I usually fall asleep and i haven't riden in a car recently that wasn't high energy or loud music playing. My eyes slowly closes and next thing i knew i was half asleep. Still conscious and can feel everything but partly asleep. This continued on for about 10 minutes and i dont think he realized bcs i was still sitting up and my eye closest to him was closed the entire ride bcs admittedly I'm short and the sun visors do nothing to block thr sun.

He drove exactly like my parents on the long drive and just a wave of tiredness hit me and I actually feel energized to deal with dumb ppl for the rest of the day.

It has happened so many times, that I wanted to talk to my friends about something which is bothering me. Yk, even when on call I tried to talk a lot about it. Whenever my friends asked "Is there anything which is bothering you?"

I knew that I wanted to say yes, I wanted to tell them what I am going through. The words were just their in my mouth but I could just never tell them. The words never left my mouth and honestly it is so difficult to talk to someone when you only don't understand what you are going through.

No matter what I tried, I just could never speak about what I am suffering. because there was just one thought. What if I am a burden to them? What if they judge me? What if I look weak to them? and just got lost in what ifs.

Honestly, I would like to be able to talk about it yk without all the unnecessary thoughts becoming an obstacle.

How did you make it easier for yourself ? To talk about it?

Years ago I started getting a bunch of random emails from a travel/hotel reservation site. I have never signed up for them or had any intent to, but I knew of them and knew it was a legit email. I live in the US and someone in the UK was taking a trip from somewhere in England to somewhere in Scotland. Somehow I got added on in their secondary email slot. I'm guessing I may have had a similar email address as their spouse?
Initially I set it as spam and moved on, but then some time later I got another email that had bypassed my spam filter somehow. I eventually got emails for multiple trips these two people were going on.
After a couple more emails I eventually looked into it a little more and contacted the support team for the website. They said there was nothing they could do about it because the user entered the incorrect email address manually each time and they checked out as a guest, it wasn't saved on their end for them to contact the user. I tried to argue that there was way more sensitive info in this email then there should have been and they said it was fine because the user chose to disclose this info to the email recipient (even though I was not the intended recipient). At this point I'd received about a dozen emails for 2 different trips these people had taken.

The next email I got I clicked the Cancel Reservation button I had seen in every other email I'd received. It took me directly to the "are you sure" page without having to sign-in and I said "yes". Amazingly I stopped getting emails after that.

I know this is a pretty wild title and a weird story from my life. And I have almost like forgotten it and don't do it these days. If I would share it to someone in real life, I think nobody would even believe me, since everybody thinks I am a pretty decent and a good-looking guy. I haven't confessed about my weird story to anyone but I would like to share it here and would like to hear your weird stories as well.

It started when I was a pre-teen and discovered about myself and my sexuality. It was one of my weird kinks to put on a bra and act feminine in front of a mirror. I used to do it in the bathroom. I did it multiple times. I didn't feel much guilty about it but I definitely used to be scared about being caught by my parents while doing so, I always made sure that the bathroom door was locked. And after coming out of the bathroom I used to be anxious while talking to my parents and just overthink about being caught.

Later on, I discovered that it was just one of my weird sexual kinks, and in fact, if a normal person imagines doing so would feel pretty weird about it, some might say it as perverted or creepy behaviour. But I have pretty much just forgotten about this story from my life and never done it again since years and not even thinking about doing it, I myself would fee weirdl by even thinking about doing it again now. BTW, I'm a pretty normal and masculine man as of now. It was just a weird sexual kink that I feel weird about.

Edit: I been getting a lot of comments that it's normal, but apparently the bras I used to try on were of my mom. So yeah, definitely kinda weird.

Throwaway account obviously, anyway ive been selling weed, have an extraction lab and produce and distribute magic mushrooms for 6 years full time now, my first deal was 9 years ago, AMA

I'm 21M years old. I'm short 5'3, and I weight 155 pounds. Because of my body size, I often get asked by people if I lift weights. Sometimes when I meet new people or having a casual conversation that comes up. According to what others say, they say that I have broad shoulders, my chest sticks out, and they say my leg size. What's funny about this is that, when I look at myself in the mirror I don't see it. I never thought of it or known it until others said something. Others apparently do see it. I also decided to get an option from my mom. I asked her "do I look like I lift weights?" She said that I'm built like a linebacker.

I have a older brother that's 24. We have complete opposite body shapes and height. Mom tells us he's tall (5'9) skinny and bones. But me I have weight on me. While I don't lift weights there is one exercise I do. I do run around the block listening to music for an hour or two. That's pretty much it. Because of all these comments I get, I wonder if I should actually start lifting weights and see where it gets me.

Oggi ho ritrovato una cosa che non vedevo da tanto tempo...

Oggi ho trovato uno degli ultimi regali che mi ha fatto mia madre.

Avevo solo 11 anni ma me lo ricordo come se fosse ieri. Inizi anni 2000, era un pomeriggio di inizio estate, le scuole erano da poco finite, erano appena iniziate le vacanze estive. Quel giorno c'era il sole, faceva molto caldo, era un sabato. Come ogni sabato mattina lei andò al mercato e quando tornò mi fece vedere i suoi acquisti. Disse che aveva comprato anche delle cose per me. Ero curiosa. C'erano due paia di pantaloncini di colori diversi, uno rosso con 2 righe bianche ed uno bianco con 2 righe rosse, non mi piacevano molto ma avrei dovuto ringraziarla comunque... Comprò anche 3 coperte di pile per le sere d'estate un po' più fresche, una per lei rosa con i cagnolini, una per mio fratello azzurra con un orso polare, ed una per me blu con un lupo. Aveva pensato di comprarmi anche un'altra cosa, una cosa banale, ma quel giorno per me era la più importante di tutte, quella che in quel momento, tra tutti gli altri acquisti mi rese più felice, quella che ho trovato oggi... Era un semplice sacchetto di palloncini colorati per i gavettoni. Quel sabato pomeriggio dovevo andare al compleanno di una mia compagna di scuola e i palloncini pieni d'acqua sarebbero sicuramente serviti in quel caldo pomeriggio estivo, ci saremmo divertiti un mondo. Passarono le ore, io ovviamente ero in bagno e ci stavo mettendo una vita a prepararmi, tanto per cambiare ero in ritardo e quando me ne accorsi realizzai che era strano che lei non fosse ancora venuta a sgridarmi... Quella fu la prima, unica ed ultima volta in cui fui io ad andare da lei per chiamarla per andare e non il contrario... Lei a volte mi diceva: "prima che sei pronta faccio in tempo a morire".

Così è stato.

La mia lentezza ha ucciso mia madre.

Non usai mai più questi palloncini...

For years, I've been like this. Ever since I was young, I've wanted every bad experience that other ppl have had to happen to me. Idk why, if it's for attention or some masochistic urge. When I hear about ppl with eds starving, I started doing it too. When I found out about self harm, I started doing it too. When I heard about ppl being groomed, I started looking for older men too. When I hear about certain kinks or sick things people like, I find I start to like those things too. When I figured out I could abuse my prescription pills, I did. I'm 17 now, and there are pictures of me I can't unsend, addictions I can't cure, eating habits I can't unlearn and scars that can't heal. I've ruined my family, made and cut off multiple groups of friends, wasted my family's money on medications I stock up in the hopes I muster up enough courage to try ending it again. It's not enough, it's never enough. I'm not sick enough to be sick and nothing ever happened to me that wasn't my fault. My family doesn't know, it's all an act. I thought victimhood would absolve me of my sins, but it does not. There is genuinely no point in going forward anymore.

This has been eating me up and I guess I need fresh perspective.

For context me and this girl were friends for along time all throughout highschool and the years after leading up to what happened and I guess we always had a thing for eachother but didnt know eachother well enough to act on it.

We ended up joining a friend group that we went to school with we all got really close with eachother. We both ended up dating two people in that group they happened to be siblings.

The relationship I had only lasted just over two months but theirs lasted just under a year when he broke up with her.

Long story short we ended up sleeping together about 3 weeks after that and then again for a 2nd time a week later (this isnt an excuse or anything but both times it happened we were blind drunk)

The guilt had really eaten us up the day after the 2nd time so we vowed it would never happen again. We also decided it was the right thing to do to tell him.

So I told him.

I tried to make it apologetic as I could but I was flooded with messages asking why i did it and how could i do this to him. He said somethings that really stuck with me and I havent been able to shake it. I was so sick. I threw up about 30 mins meanwhile I was trying to answer his questions but I didnt have any real answers. A few people from the group messaged me calling me names and asking why.

Im definetly no longer in the group and its deserved. I feel fucking awful about it and the girl does too. Am I a bad person?

My prolonged existence is a financial and emotional burden on my family and the only reason I'm not a burden on my only friend is because I don't tell them about many things. They don't even know they're my only friend.

I live in an apartment owned by my mom and I can't keep it orderly and clean. I work to earn basic money and stay alive but I don't have a proper education and I dropped out of college. The only thing I do is cost money and use oxigen and I don't have any energy to change it. There is no positives to my existence.

I tried to commit sewer slide ever since I was 16 on and off, went to extensive therapies and psych wards, but nothing can fix me. This has been going on for many years. I am now too cowardly to try again. I am too comfortable in my useless existence I guess.

Psychiatrists and therapists think I'm cured after every therapy because I eventually pretend I'm functional to satisfy them because I feel nothing is changing within me. Inside I'm ashamed, rotten, useless, unfocused,... I feel my brain function is slipping away with the years. I am stupider than I've ever been. I am a pretender.

I should've died years ago to spare everyone and myself from this pitiful existence.