r/Vent

I went to Disneyland last week with my wife and 2 year old son and the amount of people I saw with newborns was astounding. I’m not talking babies because there’s a distinction, I’m talking, fresh out the womb still looks like an alien newborn. With how many people are at the parks, you’re exposing your newborn to people who have infections that newborns can’t handle because guess what? They don’t have a fucking immune system yet!!!! It’s just trashy and shows that you care more about yourself and your own enjoyment than the welfare of your child and you lack home training. That applies anywhere. When you have a newborn baby, guess what? There’s a lot of things you can’t do for a while and your definition of fun will look different, but trust me, you’ll have more fun watching your 2-3year old toddler enjoy themselves rather than exposing a newborn who has no clue what’s going on to begin with. Trust me, RSV is a real thing and it’s scary when your newborn has tubes to help them breathe. If you want to take them to Disneyland, I’d wait until around 2 just to be on the safe side. But ya if you take a newborn anywhere besides your house or doctors visits, you’re a selfish piece of shit !!!

I work retail. The amount of people who leave their house smelling like shit from a butt is astronomical. At least once a day, I speak to someone and I can’t help but to gag right in front of them (I’ve gotten very good at disguising my disgust as a cough). There have been many times when I legitimately thought I was going to throw up because of someone’s stench.

Take a fucking shower. Wear antiperspirant. Wear perfume. Stop going shopping directly after leaving the gym. Take a fucking shower. Stop subjecting people to your nasty ass odor. Take. A. Fucking. Shower. PLEASE!

My boyfriend will be out of the country for a couple of months and I’m a little relieved but for the reasons you may not think.

I’m glad that I get to shower once every 3-4 days. I no longer have to shave my legs or keep my hoo-hah trimmed, my armpit hair can grow extensively (but not too much). I would like to grow out my mustache but it’s a 50/50. I get to chip my toenail nail polish with my own toe nails in bed like I’ve always done all my life and have them kinda raggedy. I have acrylics and nail polish but they’re not all that presentable. My hair hasn’t been washed going on two weeks (especially after I fried it bleaching and dyeing). I’m a very hairy woman so please excuse the not high maintenance at the moment. I’m relishing the natural person I am. I have not used deodorant in 3 days. I’m loving it.

NOTE:

I am still exercising and taking very well care of my health and self.

It is unbelievable how often people make reservations for, say, 4 people and make a note saying 4 adults plus one highchair or something.

You need a table of 5 people. Reataurants tend to not have many of those. Your child is a person that needs a seat. If you make a reservation for 2 people, are you sure there will be space to put a highchair and a stroller on top of that?

I know it must be hard being a parent of a young child. But it is really insane how few people realize this. I'm looking at three reservations tomorrow that have notes about bringing an extra baby/toddler/child and none of them made the right reservation size.

And I actually need to consider myself lucky because they were at least thoughtful enough to put it in the reservation notes as opposed to not saying anything until they show up and asking where they can store their zamboni of a stroller like we've got some zamboni stroller valet parking. Good grief.

Went to see the new super mario movie and there were multiple people obviously ill, not even wearing masks or covering themselves when coughing and sneezing. And there were a bunch of little kids in that theater! So fucking selfish and inconsiderate. I get you want to see the movie but can you at least wait until you're better or at the very least, wear a mask?! Jfc

It feels absolutely horrible. I woke up this morning to find my pet dead. It was a horrible week last week and I was looking forward to feeling a bit better today and getting up to clean my house because I’ve been in bed for days.

I woke up and my pet I thought was fine, came back to move her and she was dead. It feels absolutely horrible, there’s nothing that can be done.

This is the icing on top to a horrible week for me. Life will not stop throwing punches. My heart is broken.

She was beautiful. She was the only reason I got out of bed in the morning. Life isn’t fair.

The reason why I don't want to be in a relationship is because I don't want a man to think of me as a doormat.

I hate that I have to be "mean" in order for my partner to respect me. Being mean is draining. I don't like the idea of a man testing where my limits are. I don't like how some men perceive my softness, care and loyalty as an invitation to disrespect me.

I can place a boundary but I hate how a man will test me to see if I stand true it. I don't like being lied to, or manipulated. I want to believe the words you say because I automatically think you wouldn't do anything to jeopardize the relationship. I don't want to be hurt because "you're bored", or that "you have options" thinking I won't leave.

Men wouldn't be "lonely" if they just respected women. Feminism wouldn't even be a thing if women were seen as human too.

Why is it so hard for some men to do that?

kinda dumb but as someone who chronically overhearts, even in 20c weather, WHY IS IT ALWAYS THAT PEOPLE ONLY CARE IF YOU ARE COLD? any time i express that im boiling, even if for everyone else its only slightly warm, no one gives a fuck or they just tell me to drink some water. but any time someone is cold, the heating always is pumped up. i do go to an alt school and my family and i have made it very clear that i need a cool environment, but every time i go its an oven. and this time its not even just me noticing it, its because the building usually runs cold (for others, still warm as fuck to me) so they lways have the heating cranked up. theres a fan but honestly it doesnt help just makes annoying wind. anything else that could help me not overheart either doesnt work or is so embarrassing that my social anxiety cant handle it. but any time someone mentions being cold, the heating goes on. are people stupid? if you are cold, you can lways add an extra layer, blow into your hands, or something. if you're hot? you can't just take your clothes off. and being hot is more uncomfortable than cold (for me). every day im sweating my tits off, face and arms red, i have to wear a jacket to cover the red arms but then i just get hotter, i stink within 5 minutes, i genuinley cant stand it.

Is it too much to ask for people to not be homophobic? Is it too much to expect the person you’re dating to see immigrants as people? To maybe not be racist? Or misogynistic? I feel like I’m going crazy!

No I don’t think black people lower property value. No I don’t think poor people don’t deserve to eat. No I don’t care if someone is on EBT. No I’m not afraid of Muslims taking over America. These are all real things that men have said to me in a date setting.

What is going on?

I shouldn’t have to explain that you should care about other people. It’s so exhausting constantly meeting guys and then finding out they’re somehow worst than the last. Like you aren’t 65. There’s no reason for you to continue this hateful rhetoric.

But it doesn’t matter because woman will still date them, and then when they finally break up they’ll reveal something like “Oh my white boyfriend used to say the N word”, or “Oh he actually thought woman were lesser beings but I was so embarrassed I never told anyone”. They are just as bad for facilitating those ideas.

I just want a nice normal man that I don’t have to explain the concept of empathy to every time we have a conversation.

I wish the desire to be chosen for who I am would go away. I some times wish that I could speed up my expiration so I can be disliked for being old instead of ugly.

The only ones who choose me are my pets who can’t comprehend ugliness and prettiness in the way human beings can. They love me based on my actions in a way that no one else can. I’m blessed to have them, but I feel like I’ve missed out on familial love, platonic love, and romantic love because of the way I look. My parents only liked me when I was a kid and underweight. I think some of my friends see me as a good person to stand next to since they look better in comparison. I’ve never even held hands with someone romantically and I’m only a few years away from my mid twenties.

Instead of being a malfunctioning object, I wish I could be a house cat with a caring owner. Caring pet owners love their pets even if they age and give them affection even when their body is ugly their face is scarred and deformed. I know I will love mine no matter what happens and find them cute under any circumstances.

So for instance I’m black male 23 years old live in America so if ykyk never been pulled over before till today. but growing up my parents, cousins, family members always say if you ever get pulled over keep your hands on the wheel no sudden movements you know they just tell you act a certain way to make sure you don’t get shot or whatever then again I’ve never experienced this myself…. Fast forward today I went to bank drive tru I left the bank pull out onto this street and l guess I was going a little fast saw this cop so I slowed down I kept driving and then I saw the cop car I so I kept driving the lights went on and I pulled over everything was fine rolled my windows down he asked for my license, registration, and insurance gave him both my license and registration but couldn’t find my insurance card so I started shaking so I pulled it up on my phone and I realized my hands were shaking the whole time and I think he noticed that too and said you’re fine bro you’re good he just gave me a verbal warning and let me off… but the whole time through that moment all I could think about is the shit I always hear growing up about you’ll get shot or the videos that’s on social media but he was chill

Our neighborhood was very quiet for most of my childhood. Everyone knew each other and if the kids were in the same general age range, they hung out. Over the last few years, though, the old families moved and new ones came in. Our subdivision is still pretty quiet. No one plays in the street.

Recently my family received an anonymous letter about us not coming to a complete stop at one stop sign right next to our house. We admit to that and have since corrected our behavior. But the letter ended by saying “what would [the name of my dead mother] think about this?”

My mom died 11 years ago. How disgusting do you have to be to say something like that in your ANONYMOUS letter? I’m actually very rattled by this.

To the person who wrote it- how brave and noble of you, you “Concerned Neighborhood member” 👏🏻🙌🏼👏🏻. You’re pathetic and spineless and cruel. Kick rocks.

My boyfriend gets annoyed anytime I tell him we have plans on the weekend. He’ll say things like it “ruins the whole day” or that we “have no time to do anything.”

For example, today we’re going to my parents’ house for Easter lunch. When I told him the time, he said “awesome, that leaves us no time to do anything” and has been moping ever since.

It makes me feel guilty for doing normal things like seeing my family, and it’s frustrating because it’s not like the whole day is gone.

Has anyone dealt with this? How would you handle it?

So we went to see the new Mario galaxy movie today and someone brought a baby with them to see the movie and the baby kept talking and crying and I asked the Lady to please try and clam the baby down but she didn't and it was so aggravating the whole time an I didn't even get to enjoy my movie in peace am I in the wrong or not for getting aggravated

I’m a 28F, obese and I’ve been like this for most of my life. I have PCOD and thyroid issues and losing weight has always been an uphill battle.

I’ve tried so many diets, routines, workouts… so many “starting from Monday” phases. Somehow nothing has ever really worked out long-term. And I’m self-aware enough to admit that maybe I’m still not doing enough. But I am trying. I really am making honest attempts.

At the same time, my job is extremely stressful. Long hours, constant pressure, absolute madness of a schedule. Most days I’m just trying to get through work and my health takes a backseat. I hate that it does,m but that’s the reality right now.

2 days ago, I was at the airport going through security. The female security officer looked at me and casually asked, “How did you gain so much weight?” Just like that. Out of nowhere

I didn’t even know how to respond. I just stayed quiet. She said sorry a few seconds later and let me go but it didn’t undo what was already said.

The entire flight, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It kept replaying in my head. All I could think was why is this so hard for me? Why after so many attempts, have I never been able to fix this? Why does my body feel like something I have no control over?

I was actually going home after a really exhausting financial closing month at work. I was so burnt out, just wanted to be with my family and feel a little comfort.

But when I reached home, I couldn’t even eat. My mom had made simple home cooked meal and I just couldn’t bring myself to touch it.

That one comment sat so heavy in my chest.

It’s crazy how people can say something in passing and move on with their day but for someone else it just sticks. It digs into every insecurity you already have.

Literally everywhere you look people are trying to preach to men what they should be. The manosphere sets a list of rules to follow involving shallow and superficial ideals that really mean nothing at the end of the day. TPUSA sets similar rules. Looksmaxxing is possibly the most brain dead and sad set of rules I've ever encountered. Feminism says to be more emotionally available and aware of the patriarchy and fight against it. The far left says you can be and do whatever you want.

Why can't society decide what a man should be? And why haven't we landed on the most obvious choice which is just to be a good person and do the right thing? It seems people don't even know what that is anymore. Wtf happened to ethics and morals and being an upstanding citizen? Accountability and integrity has just vanished. Literally why do we need to subscribe to someone else's ludicrous ideals that never get anyone anywhere? And why can't anyone see past it? And what happened to good dads teaching their sons how to be?

I'm a woman. I know women receive constant mixed messages from every facet of society and always have. This isn't about that. I see young men SO confused about how to be a man. It's literally so sad.

I know food influencers are super popular and yes, I watch them too. But I swear, I cannot stand that approval nod at the end of videos (especially the short ones). You know the one: big bite, over-the-top nodding, eyes going wide - like the bite just changed their life. It just feels so forced and predictable. I’d rather see an actual reaction or just end the video normally.. rather than the same “this is amazing” nod every time. Good food speaks for itself. It doesn’t need a whole performance at the end.

Liver failed 5 years ago, I blew out 24 varecies which are veins in your throat.

Each time you blow one youve got a 20% to die.

I also had a 20% chance to survive the year with how bad my liver was.

Whatever im a fighter.

Spent half that year in the hospital, a week or two at a time.

Girlfriend wouldn't visit me once, but didn't wanna die alone, ya know?

Pathetic of me to stay after throwing up blood for 4 days straight, ICU, 8 IVs, 7 bags of blood, wouldn't come say bye.

Left her.

3 straight years surviving doing as much as i can with 2/3rd the amount of blood your supposed to have, a compromised immune system, and chronic pancreatitis.

Still in the hospital a few days a month but on the transplant list.

Get my 3 month scope to make sure my varecies are okay.

They nick something.

Go into the hospital, scan finds soft mass in anterior mediastinum. (Inside chest wall)

Can't biopsy without cracking my chest.

70% chance it's cancer.

Back off the travmnsplant list. 👌

I'm a man who just turned 30 years old last January, and I've never had a girlfriend.

I love myself and who I am and think that I would be a wonderful partner. I'm very much a clean blank slate. Good university. Good career. Zero debt. No tattoos. No piercings. No addictions. No body counts. No relationship baggage. I'm probably the most physically fit among my friends. I run outside most days and I do sets of pullups at the park. I keep my appearance and my living space neat and tidy.

My friends would describe me as quirky, adventurous, or zany. I like to make people laugh. I value kindness and empathy, and I listen to problems and do my best to make them feel better. I'm not afraid to go against the flow and defend unpopular opinions. I hate bullying and badmouthing people behind their backs.

There are so many things I want from life. I want a family to love and cherish. I want a beautiful wife and a baby boy. I want to grow old together. When I was a kid, I thought this was normal. But at 30, I question whether it's even achievable.

I've gone through different internet guides and here's all the things I've tried in the last 4 years:

1. Going on dating apps. I'll get a match every month. They all fizzle out for one reason or another. We would plan dates together, but so far all 3 times, my match never showed up to the location and would stay silent or unmatch. And some others seem completely uninterested in meeting and only want to text.

2. Going to singles events on Meetups. I'll meet some cool people and get their Instagram. When I DM them later if they want to get lunch on a weekend or visit a pop-up exhibit, they read my message but never respond, leaving only the dreaded "Seen" tag.

3. Going to a bar and approaching people. Basically the same experience as the singles Meetups.

4. Language class. I took a few after-work language classes. Everyone who was taking classes seemed extremely busy and would go straight home that I couldn't even arrange for an after-school group dinner.

5. Run club. Board games club. Anime club. Cultural exchanges. In my personal experience, all the women who were regulars were already married.

It’s just really humiliating turning up each shift.

I know I’m being bullied. They know they’re bullying me. They know that I know that they’re bullying me and yet I keep turning up.

I don’t want to go in tomorrow or ever again. But I’m on my own in every sense so I’ve got to pick between being bullied until I find another job (I’ve been looking and applying for 6 months) or be homeless.

I finally admitted to my therapist what’s been going on and I just felt so ashamed of myself for putting up with it.

She’s recommended that I do not turn up for my shifts going forward from a safety point of view, but she’s also aware that this would then put me in financial hardship. She’s said work is more of a risk right now than homelessness so I don’t really know what to do.

I do really want to just never go back there and just try and figure something out but I have been homeless before and I don’t want to relive that.

Things are a bit shit and I wish I had a family or someone who was on my side who could help me. I’m fed up of having to experience bad things and figure life out on my own.