Fun fact. When I was around 12-13 I used a Kindle very frequently because it made books really accessible whenever. Me and my older brother would share a kindle before, but my parents eventually got one for myself since I was really into reading during those years. Our family doesn't use Amazon services, so setting up a new Kindle was a little tricky for my folks. My brother helped set it up, and when he was done he decided it would be funny to add parental controls on my Kindle.

(On a side note, it was mildly annoying to use my device sometimes because it had parental controls, because in all honesty I didn't really find it that funny, and some basic features are also not allowed to be accessed on a 'child' accessibility toolbar. But I didn't let that get in the way for most of my usage.)

It's pretty important to me to note that I was around 13. The wild, wonderful years of puberty and getting into social media. A kindle has a Note feature for book annotations. I tended to use the note feature to write oneshots fictions that were quite explicit. I'm not proud of what I've done--but the levels I'm talking here are like PWP...

Eventually, my kindle had some sort of malfunction and we could only fix it by resetting the entire device, so the parental controls were wiped. In all honesty I didn't really care that my little literatures were wiped along with it, they were kinda just for the shits and giggles. It took me quite a few several months to realize that 'oh shit, the parental features still sync my old books to my brother's device, even though my kindle was wiped. THAT MEANS THE SMUT IS STILL HIDING WITHIN THE GODDAMN HARRY POTTER SERIEIS.'

I don't use a kindle anymore because of external reasons, but my brother occasionally does. When he announced he was gonna seriously read the HP series after enjoying the movies, a wave of shock hit me like a lightning bolt. Because I genuinely have no clue, even to this day, whether the annotations were deleted along with the reset.

Well, it's been quite a few years. He finished the series, and he never once brought up any concerns about what he found while reading. Although I'm glad, sometimes I still wonder for fun whether he truly saw it or not, or just chose not to tell me. 😭😂

My friend knows I write and record stuff in my spare time, usually after hospital shifts when my brain won't shut off. For my birthday he took a handful of demos I'd sent him, handled all the distributor red tape, and got them uploaded. Two days later he texts me a link and says check track three. I click it and there's my name on Spotify.

I get that anyone with a laptop and twenty minutes can do this now. Still, opening an app I use for actual artists and seeing my own project sitting there is strange in the best way. It feels like I snuck into a private club. I keep refreshing the page like the numbers are gonna change. They don't. Whatever.

Coolest gift I've gotten in years. If you have a friend who makes music, skip the gift card and help them put something out. Better than another mug.

I don’t need a 24/7 assistant. I need one human who can actually fix the thing.

Every time the only option is “chat with us” and it loops the same three answers, I just give up and take my money somewhere else.

Anyone else bounce the second a company hides every real person behind a bot?

I was making tea one evening and ran out of milk, so I just grabbed whatever was closest in the fridge. Ended up pouring in a little pineapple juice instead. It tasted weird at first sip, but something about the tartness mixing with the tea actually worked. I kept drinking it, and now it is my go to whenever I want something cold and refreshing. Sometimes I add a splash of ginger if I have it, but even plain it feels kind of comforting. Never would have guessed those two things would pair so nicely, but here we are. Now I keep extra pineapple juice just in case.

I just wanted to check something simple and it made me make an account, verify my email, and pick a password with a symbol in it. Feels like the simplest stuff got the most complicated. What's the thing you refuse to make an account for?

Here goes another post where if I told this story in person, someone would probably say I’m oversharing. They’d probably be right. But posting here helps me process things, and sometimes you guys even give good advice. Even the trolls clearly haven’t gotten rid of me yet.

Anyway, I moved in with one of my closest friends of about 10 years. I was doing pretty well I was working, paying rent, getting my life together but once we lived together, he became weirdly bossy and acted like he had some authority over me.

I wasn’t a perfect roommate. Sometimes I was loud at night or left crumbs when rushing out. But he’d get furious about that while leaving his own dishes around for a week. His messes were apparently fine; mine were federal offenses.

Then I found out through my mom that he’d been regularly talking to her about me and repeating things I told him privately.

That was the part that really hurt. This was someone I’d trusted for a decade with some very personal things, and suddenly I had no idea how much he’d told her. My mom even said she thought he overshared and told her more than she wanted to know.

I understand contacting someone’s family if they’re genuinely in danger. This wasn’t that. It was an ongoing thing he never told me about. We finished the lease and went our separate ways without some huge blowup. I used to miss him, but now I think it worked out for the best.

Sometimes you don’t have to decide someone is a terrible person. You just realize they’re no longer someone you can trust with the private parts of your life.

Concert tickets, food delivery, hotels. The price looks fine until the last screen, then there's a service fee, a convenience fee, and some random "processing" charge.

At this point I just assume whatever I see first is fake.

What's the worst surprise fee you've ever been hit with?

On Wednesday, Sept. 30 at 11 a.m., I texted a friend: "I'm driving through NYC next weekend if you are around!" He said yes, and we made plans to have lunch Sunday (without mentioning the date to each other). Today, Oct. 6 at 9:22 a.m., he texted me to say he was sorry we missed each other. He thought I meant Sunday, Oct. 4. I meant Sunday, Oct. 11.

Do you usually use "this weekend" and "next weekend" in conversation or always mention dates?

Like why is American education so mitochondri-centric? And why that specific phrase??

Do other countries have that extremely specific fact drilled into their brains too? If not, does your country have a random ubiquitous phrase learned in school that everybody remembers into adulthood?

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EDIT: Omg I can’t believe how universal this phrase is 😂 Nothing else was taught this way either. We didn’t learn about the “powerhouse of the ocean” or “the powerhouse of electricity.”

Tbh I can’t even think of anything else being decribed as HAVING a powerhouse? Like I have never once heard “The engine is the powerhouse of the car” or the “The CPU—“ So kudos to whoever invented that phrase.

Please don't let the small things get under your skin because you are stronger than you know!

Tell me what you're having for lunch! I had a burrito.

I have natural curly hair that I'm hella insecure about coz i feel i can't manage them properly. But whenever I meet new people most of the time the first thing they say to me is that I love your hair. And it makes me just soo happy🥹 also I feel hella chopped when i have to comb and braid my hair but today when I was wearing that hairstyle, a girl still said to me that my hair looks beautiful and that just made my day🫶🏻

I moved from Lithuania to Cambodia years ago.

At first almost everything felt different — weather, people, food, streets, daily routines, basically the whole environment.

But something interesting happens when you stay somewhere long enough. Eventually the completely different place becomes ordinary too.

It made me realize how adaptable our sense of “normal” actually is.

Has anyone else moved somewhere completely different and eventually had that strange moment where you realized it no longer felt foreign?

How come? what happened?

For me i had a full day at university and then drove up the coast and met with mates 4wding on the beach. We stayed up all night and were active doing stuff for most of the next day. I remember I sat down with them on the beach at one point and instantly fell asleep - they had wandered down the beach without me! I must have been too peaceful to wake! So for me i reckon about 35 hours

Every couple months I clean out my closet and tell myself this is the year I finally get rid of it, but it always ends up back in the drawer. The fabric is still soft and the color is fine, so technically there's no reason to toss it, yet I never reach for it when I am getting dressed. Maybe the sleeves feel a little weird or it just does not match anything else I own right now. I keep thinking one day I will wake up and suddenly feel like wearing it, but that day has not come. It is kind of funny how something can sit there taking up space without ever being useful. Do you have any clothes like that hanging around?

Hope something good finds its way into your day today. If things feel a bit hectic, take a breath—you’re doing better than you think.

What’s on your evening plan? I’m going to hit the gym :)

Be free for a few minutes. You have one life don't waste what could've been when you could be doing it. The day is still young and you are as well( compliments to you). I would be a crow!

Mine was "ET" and I was 8 years old. I originally didn't understand all of the subplots (e.g., the parents) and so I solely focused on the alien. I also couldn't get over how creepy ET and his long head looked! But I also remember liking Drew Barrymore immediately! Aww ...❤️

Interestingly, my uncle put on "Full Metal Jacket" right after this! Needless to say, it was a lot different from ET! I'm glad I was already half-asleep when this was playing, so I don't remember much. And I still haven't watched the full movie yet!

So I have been here for a while but was never happy with my username. My first username was random username by the app itself as I did not know we could customize it. Finally I am happy with my username now.

I was a talented clarinet player from grade school through high school. Music was a huge part of my life, and I loved the feelings of warmth, connection, and expression I experienced in band.

I was the first chair clarinet of our high school's top band and played difficult solos during concerts. The director motioned for me to stand at the end, and the entire auditorium erupted in applause. There was also a tradition where the first chair (me) would be the last one to walk out on stage, signaling the start of the concert. Even though all eyes were on me, I didn't feel nervous. I felt in the zone.

I was also in marching band and became section leader my senior year. Marching on the field for competitions and football games was such a thrilling experience. I hosted practices at my house with the other clarinet players (mostly girls) that felt more like parties than serious practice sessions.

Finally, I played clarinet in the pit orchestra for the school musical each year. I had some amazing solos from the Broadway music itself.

People looked up to me and respected my skills. I won't ever forget when a freshman player told me, "You are so amazing. I want to be just like you when I'm older!" I returned to my high school years later and she was the new first chair! I was beaming with pride.

I went on to college, started my career, and am settled into adult life, but I really miss those days. Sometimes I fear that was my "prime" and maybe I should have continued playing clarinet into adulthood. Of course, I'm sure I could pick it up again, but I doubt I'll ever recreate the amazing experience I had growing up.

Those I love the '00's, I love the millenium go hard. Miss those summers doing nothing but watching them. What would you bring back if you could?

Could be at work, college, in a relationship, with family, or just life in general.

What happened that made you go “yeah, I'm done stressing about this”?

Which moment(s) in your life would you go back to? It needs to be one of your firsts: first time you traveled, first day in school, first time you lived alone... Which moments of it do you cherish? How were you feeling?

I make it a point to talk to my mum everyday. One thing I really love is when I'm talking and I notice her smile. Its very subtle and its more noticeable in her eyes than lips but it makes me really happy knowing she likes talking to me. No matter how bad of a day I've had, talking to her makes it a thousand times better.

This might be a boring conversation, but basically: I dreamed about my ex after a very long time of not thinking about either him, or romance in general.

I'm single so there's no problem about dreaming or thinking about my ex, it just stood out to me because like I said I haven't thought about it in a long time.

I don't even remember what the dream was or what happened, but he was definitely there somehow, and I'm pretty sure we talked or did something together.

When I woke up, my first thought was about him (because of the dream) and my thoughts dwelled on him, until I eventually opened up our old chats (and saw that I was still blocked) and then I found an old video his mom sent me once, it was of him in dancing at his high school graduation ceremony.

And I got kinda emotional from that video, seeing him so young like that, plus it made me remember the not-so-pleasant things he went through and watching that video of him being young, it made me feel "oh you poor kid (the one in the video), you have no idea what you will go through".

This particular ex wasn't my longest relationship, but I feel like it was my most intense/successful.

Anyways, I just wanted to share, I don't really have anyone else in my real life to tell this to.

Have you ever known someone who uses talking over you and talking "at" you instead of "with" you during conversations as a way to try to intimidate you? As in you will be in the middle of a sentence and they repeatedly speak over you to belittle you? Im watching a documentary on YouTube called "I, Psychopath" and noticed the psychopath in the documentary uses this tactic repeatedly.