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Me: *starts flossing slowly* I hustle because being busy soothes my anxiety
Me: *starts flossing slowly* I hustle because being busy soothes my anxiety
Another reason that I fail as a human being...
So I broke another hammock...
Yes, you read that correctly... Another.
Here’s the story:
I decided that it was nice and sunny outside and I would go outside and sit in my hammock on the pool deck and read my book.
What could go wrong?
Well, problem number 1: the hammocks are held up with rope that we've had for like 10 years.
Problem number 2: said rope has been sitting in the sun without being touched or moved for several months.
So I'm sat out there enjoying my book and the sunshine and the breeze. I'd been there for about 5 minutes when I heard this sound coming from above me. For a minute I ignored it but it got louder. It sounded like snapping fibres. When I realised that, I looked up, saw that the rope was fraying, and had just enough time to go "Oh shit" before I found myself sitting on the deck amongst a mess of canvas and rope with an already-forming bruise on my ass.
It's been scientifically proven that 100% of the country's population is now madder at shapes than they are at our political leaders
Did I ever tell you guys about the time I found a file created on the 1st of January 1601 in my recovered files?
Dear Customers,
Please don’t say my name because I forget that I am wearing a name badge and it scares me very much when someone I do not know say my name. I know that I may look tol and tuff but really I am just a smol child that is very scared of many things.
Me: *listening to music with my earphones in*
Person: *standing like 3 metres away* I can hear that from here
Me: good
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In my French textbook
Q: (in french) Your girlfriend leaves you... you think...
a. Oh, well. I’ll find another one.
b. It’s because I’m rubbish
c. I will AVENGE!!!
I was at a supermarket the other day and this guy was carrying boxes around and he called out “coming by” as he walked past me and without thinking I said “I didn’t even know I was being fucked” and i just
wait, has anyone written a solo tyler/dj spooky jim au yet?? if not this needs to happen immediately
in which josh’s first day on the job at the radio station conveniently happens to be the same day tyler is going to be there to perform and be interviewed by…u guessed it…a nervous/anxious/slightly awkward dj spooky jim!! and tyler finds everything about him incredibly endearing obv and when everything’s over he gets up the nerve to be like ‘hey i don’t have anywhere else to be for a few hours so do u wanna maybe like…hang out or whatever??’ and inside jish is like fRick be cool josh b cool and he says 'um yeah’ and they both just stand there awkwardly not saying anything for a minute and tyler goes 'SO we can go grab something to eat if you want? do u like taco bell??’ and josh just ’…..,,..,,!!’
y'know something along those lines whatever PLEASE WRITE IT i beg u
https://www.wattpad.com/208743348-one-shots-aus-short-stories-first-day-on-the-job
You’re welcome
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How to give your kids trust issues and anxiety brought to you by privacy invading mormon Dad
See Also: How to further endanger people in abusive relationships, brought to you by privacy invading mormon Dad, with control issues.
It’s honestly like Christian Grey level micromanaging. Do you wanna fuck up your kid? Because this is how you fuck up your kid.
My parents did this to me as a teenager. Nothing will ever match the horror of being called into your dad’s office at the age of 14 and him showing you screenshots of your own computer from the last several months. Screenshots of private conversations with online friends. Or records of my internet browsing history. And then my fundamentalist christian parents asked, “do you masturbate?” because they found I had signed up for this site called “okcupid” in order to do the fun personality quizzes they had on it. And okcupid was a “sex site.” And they would play mind games with me, pretending that they had been recording more of my activity than they actually had, but refusing to tell me how much, so I never really knew how much they actually knew, or how long they’d been spying on my computer, and I lived in constant fear of them pulling out a “WE KNOW YOU DID THIS, GOTCHA.” at any moment. Sometimes when I left the room they would sneak onto my computer and go through anything I had left open. I’m 23 now, and to this day I have a soul-crippling paranoia of anybody getting near my computer. Not even long term romantic partners. NOBODY touches my computer. Never ever ever ever.
Because instead of actually communicating with your children, stalk them instead to manipulate them emotionally.
This is terrifying and my parents did this to me constantly throughout my childhood. My mom hasn’t done it in the past year or so because I’ve been ‘good’ (I kind of just gave up on everything for awhile because of depression caused by my folks so I could do no wrong) and I still delete the history on the computer just in case. She still goes through my phone sometimes, though.
Phone horror story: my parents went through my phone when I was young and dating this girl, but I didn’t want my parents to know. I was afraid if they would accept me, my mom being religious, and my dad being the most important person to me. So every night, my girlfriend and I would say goodnight and “I love you”. But my parents were suspicious, took my phone, went through it, and then hid it.
They then watched me run around the house in a blind panic trying to find my phone for /hours/. I finally figured out what happened, confronted them, and was sat down for hands down the worst talk I’d ever received. They asked me if I was dating this girl. I said yes. They asked me if I was a lesbian. I said no, I’m bisexual. They then proceeded to tell me that “bisexuality isn’t real, I have to pick, it’s just a phase” ect.
And that’s my coming out story. I didn’t “come out”. I was forced to admit my sexuality under interrogation after they invaded my privacy, and then ridiculed. I have nothing to hide now, but when someone goes through my phone, I freak out. I don’t tell my family when I’m dating someone, even if I’m happy with them.
So yeah. Wanna fuck up your child for life? Wanna cause a major rift in trust between you and your kid? Go through their shit, and wondering why your kid doesn’t tell you when something’s wrong /years/ later.
Okay I don’t normally add things to posts but I’m going to tonight. I used to be in a relationship with a cis girl; if I may remind everyone, I, also, am a cis female. I live in the bible belt of the United States and one of the most terrible places you can be in: Texas. That means I was raised with and around people who STILL believe that gays/trans/anything apart from ‘the norm’ is going to hell/condemned/disgusting.
I was crushing on this girl of mine for a couple of years, and my parents took my phone one time because I got in trouble. They’d read all of our texts. All of them. Everything. And they forbid me from ever speaking to her again and ended up taking me to “Christian” therapy. This made me unbelievably depressed and when this happened, I got back into self harm. Still, when you’re forced to grow up doing things that make you happy in secret because your parents are super consesrvative, you get sneaky. Eventually this girl and I ended up in a relationship. So I dated this girl for THREE YEARS, long distance, ENTIRELY in secret. I had to clear my text messages every 5 minutes, couldn’t EVER talk to her on the phone (except for when I finally got my car and was allowed to go our by myself, in which, I still had to be careful) and it made us both MISERABLE. If they found out we were talking not only would we not be able to again, but they wanted to place a restraining order on her just so that it would be IMPOSSIBLE for us talk again. All because they were MORTIFIED of me ‘being gay’.
And I’m not exaggerating. They would check the Verizon bills to see what numbers I’ve texted/called, would SNATCH my phone out of my and RANDOMLY and check through my messages/MSN, and I was subject to ‘random regular computer checks’. The girl I was with at this time had to pay $50 to get an area code that wasn’t the one they’d be looking for just so that we could text back and fourth without questions.
It destroyed me. It destroyed my sense of trust for my parents and even now, long after my relationship with this person has been ended and I am allowed and approved to date my current boyfriend, I still clear my texts out of pure fear and am still scared sometimes. I doubt they’d take my phone now that I’m nearly 21, but I have no idea and I can’t be too careful. I still haven’t come out to them as pansexual and probably wont ever.
If you love your children, don’t do this kind of shit to them. They’ll never trust you again.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, if you violate your child’s privacy in this way you’ll never earn their trust, you’re just creating a better liar.
This is not something your children will “understand” later; you will not be forgiven, you will not be confided in. You will create trust issues for your children for all of their future relationships. There is nothing about this that is ok.
I don’t tell my parents anything because they broke my trust.
When I was 13 I made a MySpace and put that I was bisexual on it (back before I realized I was a lesbian). My parents found it and asked me what the hell I was doing. I told them my friends knew my password and changed shit to mess with me. I was humiliated, and I never used MySpace again.
When I was 15 I was active in the LGBT section of Yahoo! Answers because I needed a safe space for myself, needed a place where I could get answers and offer my own advice to other LGBT teens. My parents stalked my Y!A account from their own computers. They found my account and read everything I’d ever said on it. I had a meltdown and abandoned it, going so far as to delete my entire email account with Yahoo!.
When I was 16 I was coerced into coming out once and for all as gay, because I made the mistake of having a suicidal breakdown at school. The school called my parents, my mom threw the laptop she let me use across the kitchen and shattered it. That’s when they found out I’d been cutting myself. I was in huge trouble and they breathed down my neck for months after that.
Every time I made a new female friend my mom would ask me if she was my girlfriend. Every. Time. I am twenty years old and about four months ago I briefly brought one of my coworkers by the house because she needed to pee. When I got home that night my mom asked me if I was dating her.
I lied about being in a relationship with my girlfriend for almost two whole years because I was so afraid of my parents being awful about it. They knew for months before I told them. They told me they were furious with me and couldn’t trust me. But never thought about why I didn’t trust them.
If I mention my girlfriend in front of my extended family, my parents give me a death glare. At my cousin’s wedding brunch my brother was talking about how he had a dream where he couldn’t find his girlfriend and he woke up completely wrapped around her. I commented that one time I woke up with my girlfriend lying completely on top of me. My mom gave me the nastiest look, and later in the car told me to keep my mouth shut about stuff like that around my grandparents. My parents tell me nobody in my family believes I’m a lesbian. That even *I* don’t think I’m gay. That I’ll find a nice boy and get over it.
The worst part? My oldest brother is gay. And both of my parents completely accept it. Take no issue. Are excited to meet his boyfriends. But god fucking forbid I be happy. God forbid I get to be true to myself.
When you’re a child there is a level of “you’re my kid and I have a right to know what you’re doing.” I support that. I think it’s important that children have supervision. But invading your child’s privacy will do nothing but guarantee they will learn to lie and to never trust you with anything. Teenagers naturally keep secrets. They do things they want kept private. That is normal and it is not automatically nefarious. A parent is not entitled to know everything their teenager does. They have a right to know enough to protect their kid from dangerous situations, but that’s about it. Being a teenager is about finding relative independence from your parents. You will never be a functional, emotionally mature adult if you have to keep your every action a secret from the people you should be able to trust with everything.
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IN THIS EDIT I HAVE CAPTURED THE VERY MOMENT THE FANGIRL PART OF ME TOOK OVER AND I SQUEALED LIKE A DERANGED CAT