u/Anonymousbutsexy

I’m sick of them. And I don’t care if I sound like an old person.

It’s like you’re now penalised for wanting to shop with a card. All the fuckers who have suspicious wads of notes get to have their items scanned for them, and I’m basically dragged to the self service area by one of the workers, and told to “stand there and scan your own shit”, and eventually have to wait 30 minutes for a worker to notice me so they can type in the store password to confirm I’m of age for a pissing red bull, while the ONE worker they have observing it all is currently helping 80 year old Margret who has been forced to use self service for the simple crime of not carrying cash on her anymore, while she can’t even operate her iPhone let alone a digital till.

You charge an extortionate amount for a meal deal, and now you want me to scan my own things as if I work here? What next? You’ll be asking shoppers to go to the back and restock the shelves if they want something?

There are literally some stores that don’t even have an option to go to normal checkouts, we live in the middle of nowhere and the closest one to us has self service, and we usually do a shop mid week to stock up on things, and then do an online order for our actual big weekly shop. And despite the fact they have three normal tills there (which we always have to use because we have a trolley of food), we have to stand and wait there for literally forever for someone to come and scan it all for us, when some worker eventually comes and glares at me like I’m the spawn of Satan for forcing him to… do part of his job?

So, to all the Tesco managers reading this, just know that I’m definitely clicking the “no bag” option and then taking four of them, I don’t even need four, I’m just taking the equivalent of £2 in 50p bags, to make up for the fact I just payed £4.25 for a meal deal and you can’t even find me someone to pissing scan it for me. And you’ll never know, because Brian, the one worker there that’s meant to assist 20 different tills, will never notice due to the fact he’s too busy walking around typing passwords in and confirming that a 40 year old can buy the monster energy currently in her hands.

Around the age of 11, I felt really bad for this girl. She told me she came from a “poor” household, and it was clear to me that she was being picked on by a lot of kids in our class, which I assumed (key word, assumed) was because a few of the kids were bullying her for not being as high income as the rest of the school, as it was a really high up school with the option to board, the kind where kids from the area or international students only get in, and because the area we live in has the lowest house prices for sale at about £800,000, the kids there were well off, and she told me she only got in on the basis of her mum being a teacher there.

To me, she just seemed like this smart kid who was being picked on for being less fortunate, and it made me feel horrible, because I grew up with my dad telling me all the stories of how he was treated as a boy in poverty in the 70’s, who got made fun of for not having enough money for a lunch at school and wore donated clothes from other kids. So, I invited her to hang out one day. Not just because I felt bad for her, she also seemed really funny and we just got along well in lessons, I figured she’d be a good friend.

That’s when it got a little odd, but not odd enough to actually feel odd about it at the time, if you get what I mean. I told her we could go to my house, or hers, I didn’t mind. She grew exited and said “Is it the huge one in ___” I hate when people bring that kind of thing up, because I was always raised to see how tacky it is to brag about money, but people also hate when you try and act unaware of your parent’s money. Then I stopped thinking about that and suddenly realised that she somehow knows what my house looks like, which is odd because we lived like 40 minutes from her. I asked how she knew what my house looked like, and she made up the excuse that one of my friends had told her, which I suppose would’ve been true. Still an odd thing to bring up.

My dad picked us up, and drove us back to ours. We spent the afternoon watching some shows, when half way through that I needed to go to the toilet. I told her to keep watching it because I’d already seen the episode before, and I headed off to the toilet.

Not long after that her mum came to pick her up, and the usual exchange went by with parents telling eachother “thanks for having her” and then a “no problem they were well behaved”.

It took me about two days to realise about £200 from my money jar had gone missing, it was just before my birthday and my grandma had given me my birthday money early because she was off on holiday on the actual day. Then I got a message that same day, I can’t remember exactly what it read out but it was basically her admitting to stealing the money, and saying that her mum had found out and obviously questioned where she had suddenly got a wad of £20 notes from. She told me I had to let her keep the money, and that I can just lie and say I gave it to her.

I told my dad immediately, and he was obviously really annoyed and immediately rang up her mum. He didn’t seem to care about the fact I told her that she didn’t have as much money as us. He grew up in poverty, he starved some days, but not once did he ever at any point steal off anyone, and he said he found it pathetic and disrespectful that a girl who knows the wrongs of stealing at the age of 12, came into his house and stole from it, just because she’s going through hard times and feels that makes it okay to steal from people’s homes who have welcomed her in.

Her mum then drove her to our house, and made her hand the money back in person. And despite that, I still remained friends with her because I was naive and I viewed her stealing off me as okay because she was going through “tough times” (which I later found out was a load of utter bollocks).

We stayed friends for like two months, until I started to realise that I’d never really be able to trust her again, if she had this mindset that she should be able to steal off me because I’m more well off than her. That’s when I spoke to another friend about it, as before this I hadn’t told anyone because I knew it would make her look bad and I felt she didn’t deserve to have the whole school find out about something that would further cause people to be classist toward her, or what I thought at the time was classism... My friend then made it known to me that she A) came from a pretty middle class family, and B) the reason she was actually made fun of was because she BURNT DOWN A SWIMMING POOL.

Apparently, a girl had stolen this boyfriend she had in primary school, and she decided that when her class had gotten changed and gone off swimming, she’d stay behind and light the girls belongings on fire with a box of matches she’d brought with her from home. The entire changing rooms burnt down by the time they’d put it out because the fire detectors weren’t working, and I even went to look this article up and found out a swimming pool around our county had indeed been burnt down around the same time my friend had said how old we would’ve all been at the time, with the defendants identity not revealed, due to the fact she was a minor.

Before I jumped to the pretty fair conclusion that she’d done it, I actually intended to ask her in the next class, which we had together. But before I could even pluck up the courage to do so, she straight up went “I have a secret”, proceeded to giggle like a maniac for five minutes straight, and then finally admitted that she’d burnt down a swimming pool over a playground boyfriend…

She then started to make jokes that if I ever stopped being friends with her then she’d do the same to my things, and then went “or even your big house” and laughed again like a lunatic. I told my dad, because I’ve always been a little snitch, and my dad went round to her house and dragged me with him to her front door and told her that I’m no longer friends with her and that if she did decide to light my belongings on fire, he’d come and “kick the shit out of your dad for raising such a little shit”, probably not the best way to address an 11 year old, but the first time he gently told her off for stealing off me didn’t seem to work, so I guess he decided to take it up a notch when a juvenile threatened to burn his house down?

Turns out she’d lied to me about her family’s financial situation, she’d made it out like her dad was out of the picture and homeless or some shit, turns out her parents were very much together and her dad was actually a university senior lecturer, and like I said her mum was a teacher. And the real reason people hated her and made it clear they did when they were around her, was because they were all friends with the girl who’s things she’d set alight to, and that this girl had been forced to start home school over the immense PTSD a child probably forms over someone targeting them with arson in a school setting.

Am I screwed if I haven’t even started revising the American part for A level politics (Edexel), I hate learning about it so much and the system they have there confuses me. Like why can’t I just learn about British politics lol.

Also if anyone’s doing A level law, (specifically OCR), how are you revising at the moment? I’ve only done about half of criminal law, and I feel like it would be information overload to then start revising for the human rights and tort papers before I’ve sat the criminal paper. I’m pretty sure I’ve got two weeks in between the first and second paper anyway. I also haven’t started even learning about the nature of law, I hate it sm. honestly whoever made it so you have to learn all ts for A level law, count your days. I feel like it’s physically impossible to revise all this stuff and get any higher than a C or B because your brain just can’t retain all the information of THREE DIFFERENT AREAS OF LAW, even my brother doesn’t know all this and he’s a pissing barrister.

Any law or politics students out there - help 😀

I have this strong belief that my family is incredibly spiritual on both sides because of where they’re from. My father is Irish, and my mums side is Greek. I kinda view these two cultures as being incredibly spiritual and superstitious, based off how I’ve been raised by both.

My grandma has this weird ability to feel when someone is about to die or that something bad is about to happen, it’s happened to her on various occasions. The most impressive is when my mum had a near death experience when she was around my age, and my grandma, not even knowing that my mum was on her usual route riding, suddenly got this urge to drive there. She found my mum passed out bleeding on the floor after falling head first off her horse. My grandma also had this random thought that morning telling her that my mum was planning on not wearing her helmet, which she remembers she thought would’ve been weird for my mum because she always wore it and had no reason to think she wouldn’t. But sure enough, my mums helmet had broken at the straps that day, and she decided to risk it and ride without one.

Then my dad (Irish) claims that he wakes up every morning and has these very random thoughts that are like “I hope my tyre isn’t flat”, and of course when he goes outside he finds that he car tyre is flat. There was one occasion that it saved my life - I had told him I didn’t need picking up from school that afternoon, and that I’d walk home as it was a nice day and because I live in the countryside, walking anywhere is incredibly beautiful. He claimed he was sat working through some plans when he suddenly got this urge to go and find me. Sure enough when he had scoured the entire route from my school to our house, he found me being chased by two men.

Me and my siblings were also all very strangely named from an experience he had. My dad bought our house after my oldest brother had been born, and very far down in the garden there’s this well. One day he decided to take it down because he didn’t like the idea of my brother falling in it, and when he took all the bricks apart, he found five that had a brick with a name engraved on each. In a certain order too. He says he distinctly remembers first discovering the brick with my eldest brothers name on, and then two bricks that had been placed next to eachother with boy names on that fell down together, then he found the brick with my name on, and then he found the brick with my sisters name on. In that same order of how he discovered them, his twin sons were born (like the two bricks that fell together), then his first daughter (me), and then his second daughter. And he named each one of us after those bricks in order (yes, I know how funny that sounds - “I was named after a brick”). The unusual thing about my dad is that he didn’t carry on the tradition of naming his first born son after his father, and because my dad was the eldest of his father, it was his job to do so. Maybe this was his father telling him off for not naming my oldest brother after him, because there was something I kind of connected about them all - the bricks for my brothers names (the twins) were both very Irish, my name was another name for ‘Francis’ which is the middle name all the men in my family get and that my oldest brother was supposed to get because it was my grandfathers middle name, and my sisters name quite literally means Ireland. My dad moved from Ireland when he was about 9 after his father died. Then, I myself saw a spirit of his father when I was 8, though I didn’t know what he looked like at the time, my dad was shocked when I told him I saw a man waving at me from a window inside the house and for me to describe him exactly how his father used to dress, exactly what his hair looked like, and when I described one huge detail about the fact he had foam on half of his face, my dad literally froze - his father died while shaving his face. And I had no idea about this either, I never even thought about the fact I had a grandfather I never met, to me he was sadly non existent and I never really questioned my dad about it or wanted any answers.

And now I’m pretty sure I’ve developed a mix of the abilities my grandmother and father have.

Three years ago, me and my dad were driving to football training. We were approaching a roundabout and we were in the left hand lane to go straight on. This huge BMW pulled up next to us on the right hand lane when I suddenly had this vision - it was going to try and use the left hand lane to take the third exit. I blurted it out, and it was almost like I didn’t even have the control to do so, I just suddenly exclaimed - “he’s taking the third exit he’s going to crash into us”. My dad looked at me extremely confused, and because I was only 16 at the time with no driving experience, he questioned why the hell I would think that. I just went “I just know”. And sure enough, our chance came to pull off onto the second exit, and this man (who we later found out was drunk) would’ve gone straight into the side of us if my dad didn’t have that thought I’d planted into his mind, and he was ready to steer away. If he hadn’t, I probably wouldn’t be here as it was my side he was crashing into and he would’ve gone straight into my door if my dad hadn’t braked, steered right, and caused the BMW to go into the front left hand side of the car instead.

I also have the strange ability he has to conjure up these very specific scenarios in my head, and then I’ll basically think “that definitely won’t happen” and sure enough it happens seconds later. Like, I was walking my dog and my mind suddenly went “wouldn’t it be horrible if you turned this corner and a dog tries to attack you”, and I rounded the corner to sure enough find a dog owner with their dog, which immediately charged for my dog and dragged its dog owner with it. The only reason it didn’t cause any harm to my dog was because I had that thought planted into my mind and retracted my dogs leash close to me, allowing me to be able to pick her up away from the dogs reach.

I always have this feeling that I’m being watched over because of these things, maybe it’s a mix of that and also inheriting these weird abilities from my family?

I’m the daughter of an Irishman, and a Greek woman. And with the current debate in Britain about immigration, I found myself in a conversation about it only a few days ago.

There was about eight of us (all 18-20) drinking around a friends house, when one of the more… intellectually challenged members of the group, started banging on about immigration.

I could tell everyone internally cringed, and people were basically telling him to stop. Even his closest friend was embarrassed.

But debating teenage guys on politics is like my favourite hobby, my favourite thing to do is interject with questions and stay silent while they dig themselves a hole bigger than the shite they talk surely comes out of.

I said - “What makes you dislike immigrants?”

He went - “we need to look after British people and put them first” - classic argument.

So, here’s the second thing I always ask… “So it’s *all* immigrants?”, to which I got a “yep” out of him.

“What if I told you I’m the daughter of immigrants?”

(This is the fun part!)

He kind of scoffed and went “Well you’re clearly not”

I went “I am”. And this is where their true colours always show as he stared at me for a solid five seconds, thinking while half tipsy, and went “you’re white” (Yeah well done Sherlock)

I said “and? My parents are still immigrants”

“Yes but they’re not illegal immigrants.”

So, “what makes an immigrant illegal?”

He made this really wierd looking face and just went “White immigrants aren’t criminals as much”

And that’s where I revealed to him that the entirety of my father’s family were IRA, a very famous ‘terror’ (depending on your political allegiances) organisation specifically designed against the British.

Fella didn’t speak to me for the rest of the night, I was going to mention that my mums dad was Jewish as before this conversation he’d been talking about the Holocaust being fake, but I figured he’d had enough dose of reality for one day.

This guys applied and currently being reviewed for a government job handling nuclear submarines, with no GCSE’s to his name and a college dropout by the way, we’re all fucked.

I mean I can’t speak for other generations of course, but I’ve noticed so much that this generation I come from - the girls are highly educated and kind most of the time, and I’d say 9 times out of 10, every guy I talk to can’t comprehend the concept of just having basic human empathy.

Jokes about - Epstein, r4pe, domestic abuse, casual racism, homophobia, sexism. They go fucking mental over it.

I was hanging out with some friends this week, and all the guys (fully grown adults now starting jobs btw) just started saying the N word over and over and finding it so funny, which led to them talking about immigration, and then Jewish people, and then gay people, and then making fun of women’s sport, saying the Holocaust never happened.

I got sick of it after a while.

I told them that I’m the child of immigrants, my mother came from Greece with her parents to reconnect with my grandfathers family (Jewish) who fled Greece during WW2, when Jewish people around them were literally being killed and sent to camps. My father is Irish, and his father (a Catholic nationalist) served the British during WW2 with the sole reason of stopping fascism from spreading, only to receive threats a decade later and having to flee to Britain when my dad was 5.

I told them that my entire family have served in the British forces . My grandfather served in WW2, my father served in the Falklands, my brother served in Afghanistan, my uncle served in the SAS and was then king Charles’s flipping body guard. My grandfather (mums dad) started a business as soon as he came over to Britain, and donated large amounts to veterans charities because of how thankful he was that most veterans at the time were people who fought for people like his aunt and uncle (his fathers brother and sister) to be liberated from the camps. And then I asked them “how many of your fathers served?” And NOT ONE raised their hand.

I then went on to remind all of them that out of everyone in the room - me, a girl, is the only one who took her football career further than a Sunday league team. I played semi pro as soon as I turned 16 and I’ve personally placed higher overall than three of them who do cross country with me, almost every single time we’ve competed.

I told them that my brother is gay, and that he’s a surgeon in London in a private hospital, and earns more money than either of their parents AND THEIR PARENTS combined.

And then I left.

I received multiple messages from them afterward, apologising and saying they were “just joking”. And I’ve left every single one of them on read, as have most of the girls who left shortly after me and told me that after I left, all of the guys couldn’t figure out why I got so offended over what they were saying.

Honestly I’m so sick of it, and to ALL the mothers out there who think they have a perfect son, I’m quite literally telling you to go through their phones, specifically Snapchat. See how many unconsentual nudes your son sends to girl, or how he speaks to girls who reject him, or what kind of “jokes” he messages his group chat. Go onto his Instagram and look at what kind of things he’s been dm’ing girls and what king of things he’s been commenting on posts. 90% of you won’t view him as your perfect little boy anymore and I beg you do this, I don’t care if it’s “invading his privacy”, I don’t give a fuck about privacy when it’s girls who are taking the brunt of your sons privacy being respected. And I’m sick of it. I’m sick of the girls in your son’s life having to sit around and listen to shit like I had to a few nights ago.

And to any girls out there, if you hear a guy you know being like this - you call up where he works, or his college or his university, and you tell them. And you watch his life crumble. It’s not a joke, “ragebait” isn’t a thing, these men are just pricks who didn’t need to worry about consequences from their “boy mum”.

I know that one of them have applied for a job at a government company, and I’m considering letting them know that he may lack the core beliefs that I’m sure they want to see in their employees, due to the fact he thinks it’s okay to deny the Holocaust in front of someone of Jewish descent, and that I worry he may not be an appropriate hire if they have any people of colour working around him, as he finds it amusing to drop the N word.