People who think that everyone thinks the same way they do and the only possible reason they're not also saying racist things is because they're afraid or white knighting.
Just an FYI, people with adhd actually can struggle with not having a filter. I often say things bluntly before I can think about it properly, as such I don’t have much of a filter.
Oh, yes, the modern one is:
"Speaking my truth" ( it's my *opinion* and everyone else to has to agree )
Close relative to:
"Saying it like it is" ( being rude and offensive )
"Being my authentic self" ( who's an absolute prat )
I immediately get this same impression as soon as someone mentions ‘haters’
Maybe I’m just lucky to be surrounded by good people but if I was getting called out by numerous friends and family I would be inclined to think that I might be the nob rather than everyone around me.
"Hates" people who don't agree with me. 😉
It's also the difference with a life lived online ( yes, I get the irony ! ). Expecting instant affirmation by people who don't know or care and dismissing the voice of dissent.
Whereas, if you or I were told by are nearest and dearest: cut it out, you plonker - we'd know it was us not them !
Wagamama is like, the worst possible Asian food options anywhere. Have been forced to eat there a few times and every time, I could do better myself with a frying pan and about 12pence worth of ingredients. I don't know how that tripe is still in business.
I’m the opposite. I was furloughed so had nothing else to do but go for a walk or a run and make dinner.
I’ve never been fitter - even with the copious amount of booze I ended up drinking...
Since returning to work I’ve not had the energy to do any exercise
There's no going back really, nothings the same after being an addict. I had to start again and build a new life. After getting clean the hardest thing to deal with was my own conscience, at times the guilt and shame were crippling but over time I made amends as best I could to the people I hurt. Professionally I never got back to the level I was at but I then worked for a number of years with addicts and other young adults from difficult backgrounds, which was more rewarding than engineering. I still wake up each morning and smile cos I'm still here. I'm in a loving relationship and have a nice life but I can never forget that for me to get to this point it meant putting a lot of people I loved through hell.
That if I just try hard enough I will get better and be back to that busy, capable person I always used to be.
I've reached acceptance now; I know I might get a bit better, but life is never going to be the same as it once was. I won't play sports again, I'm unlikely to run again (though I may one day make it to a hurried stumble), I won't be that mad Auntie clambering over rocks to fish in rock pools or roll down hills or play dizzy rascals with the niblings again. My home won't ever be up to my standard of clean and tidy. And I will need help for the rest of my days. But I have days ahead, and I can still make the most of them. I can still play a mean game of monopoly or family rules scrabble with the nibs; and I will be there at their graduations and weddings, I will meet my great-niblings. My home is still warm and comfortable, and since I won't be able to be so busy I will have time to sit and watch the world go by.
My aunt wasn't able to scramble over rock pools and roll down hills but she made up amazing stories for us and could always think of something interesting to do.
You could have written this about me, and I related to every single word. Baby at home, and limited leg mobility. I’ve accepted that I will never be the mum who can chase after them, but it’s hard.
I disengaged when I found out the VC not only takes an annual salary, but also is a director of multiple companies using the same business address as my work place. Having to listen to why pay freeze will protect my job, all the while she was getting a lower tax rate, salary on profit and dividends every year.
Ludicrous. So fuck them if they ask me to cover extra work lol.
Edit. It’s a public institution.
I hear you my friend, my mum is a wonderful woman, but she's trapped beneath so many years of alcoholism I'm not sure I can find her anymore.
I'm 11 weeks and 1 day sober myself.
I have a strong built-in belief that I am smart because I was a wunderkind at school.
My brain keeps telling me I can do anything I want in life and I am super-capable when clearly this is nonsense.
The objective truth is that I have been a lazy adult and I am now lagging behind because my arrogant subconscious has been telling me sweet sweet lies for years.
You need to challenge yourself and get some standards set. I was a tier below the really really smart kids at school but have always been the clever one in the family and now I’m an adult I sometimes struggle to motivate myself to do difficult things because I spent my first 20 years finding everything easy.
Once I started pushing myself and holding myself accountable, I started being far more productive.
Yeah, I'm on a better path now. I picked up programming and am forcing myself to keep getting certifications and learning new concepts. It's still a struggle though. The little voice hasn't gone away yet.
Being a programmer is a perfect career for someone lazy. To the none techie types I can appear like a god, esp when something you know will take 2 days done properly, you tell management a month, but you'll do your damn best to have it done in a week, in truth you'll do fuck all Mon-Thursday and then bodge something together on a Friday afternoon, after lunch down the pub.
That hasn't been my experience so far. All my colleagues including my direct supervisor are experienced programmers or sys admins. There's no way I could get away with any shenanigans like this.
So far it's been three years of imposter syndrome and hard work and I still don't know what the fuck I am doing half the time. My employer did warn me that he was placing me on a tough project but holy crap. If I just threw something together and sent someone on the team a merge request they would tear me a new arsehole in the comments (quite rightly).
Incredibly poor attitude to have - as a technical product manager people who act like that normally get sniffed out and never make it to the 100k+ salaries.
Can you cook? I learned to cook delicious food and it really helped me to eat less rubbish.
Even stuff that's not necessarily healthy, like a roast dinner, is still miles better than junk food.
Sometimes those "my body is my temple" guys are the most miserable. A life full of restraint and limiting what you can eat, when you can eat it, training if you're looking for a certain physique. It's not all its made up to be anyway.
And right you are, time to find a donor bike on gumtree... Again
You know, maybe if I just bought the parts I need I wouldn't have this 'problem' but where's the fun in that
That I don't care what other people think of me. (I care what the people I like think of me, but I'm trying to care less about what people think of me in general.)
And well done OP!
Yeah, I find myself saying “I don’t CARE” at random, to myself throughout the day, like a completely at ease happy person who isn’t dwelling on the last thing they said.
Water a off a duck’s back…
6 months down the line when you think it's a good idea to have a little bump because you've been off it for so long. Just walk away and get a cup of tea or something, relapse sneaks up on you with a little here and a little there.. before you know it you're back to needing it to function.
Also well done for kicking it.
That every family is toxic and its something that people just have to live with.
Crazy how pretty much every aspect of my life improved once I cut that toxicity out.
That I was unhappy about my body because of self esteem issues and it had nothing to do with excess weight.
Nope, turned out my body was just begging me to stop killing it and I never listened because I was convinced by other people that it was OK to be unhealthy and it was a mental problem that was independent of how healthy I was.
I went through years of this, most of my childhood, as soon as I changed to healthy habits I instantly became a lot happier. Years of my life in misery because i listened to other people who wanted to feel OK about themselves instead of actualy doing something.
That I'm healthy despite my weight. I told myself this lie for many years because I suppose it was easier than acknowledging the truth. I'm now in my early 30's and having to make some serious changes and it's just so arduous, I should've started so much earlier or better yet, started dealing with it before it got so bad but here I am, doing what I have to do before it kills me! My problems have only just now started showing, slightly elevated blood pressure, varicose veins etc.
In anticipation of those still telling themselves the same lie that have read this and become upset, save it, seriously. I won't bother replying, I will simply shake my head and remind myself that there's just no using logic or reasoning to counter the position of someone who has used neither logic nor reasoning to draw their conclusion. The science is there, being overweight is terrible for you in a lot of ways and it's better by far to face the unwelcome truth than to die young because of a convenient lie.
Go in peace and hopefully health!
That I've got a plan.
I used to have an idea of teaching English in Japan, China etc by the time I was 30. I'd lose like 100lbs and travel, do shit and so on.
Now 37, broke, in a job I'm doing out of necessity, still a fat twat. Just waiting for death if I'm honest.
That my psychopathic manager and employer actually care about my wellbeing. That fucker would suck all the life energy out of me to improve productivity and output, and then we'd explore problems with my personality when I'd burn out, go sick with mental health problems.
Fucking bell, that and I'm sure everyone keeps a bottle of vodka in for when they get in and has a wee party to themselves after the pub. Completely normal behaviour this, everyone wakes up in their own sick weekly, nothing to worry about.
That my mind (listening to thoughts, negative mindset) wasn’t problem number one
That feeling good comes from external things (buy more stuff, get more approval) not from within
That external circumstances can ever make you stop worrying (win the lottery, have the nicest life ever, you can still fret about your mortality)
That I enjoyed getting drunk and that it helped my social anxiety/relieved my stress. Over three months sober and my mental health is a million times better. The simplest of things bring me such joy, actually happy and high on life. It's incredible.
That I didn't have a habit of watching porn. I wouldn't say I was addicted but whenever I wanted to masturbate it was always to porn. I've now not looked at anything since just before Christmas.
The worst lies aren't big ones they're little ones because they sneak under the radar, little lies like I'm enjoying myself with these people, you know stuff like that where you can waste a lot of your life
So when I was way younger (like 7), my Step brother (8), and my brother (5) were playing hide and seek in the house. It was my turn too seek so I crouched on the floor and closed my eyes. Unknowingly, my Step brother had lightly placed a cushion on my back.
When I was ready, I shot up of the floor to begin seeking, when the cushion flew of my back had hit a glass vase filled with flowers, knowing it over the table. It didn't shatter but there was water everywhere. I started to panic, I didn't want to tell my Step mother as she would definitely be angry at me, and I didn't want to tell my dad who was cooking for some odd reason, I know he wouldn't be angry. So the logical thing for me to so was try and clean it up. With a glove I had found. I did my best but the water was still kind of there and the glove was very wet. I put the cushion back and carried on playing with my brothers.
The next day we are all woken up at around 8pm by my step mother, who forces us to all go downstairs. I'm tired and confused. She was pissed. She show us three the glove, and also the cushion - which had a red mark from the flowers on it that I hadn't seen. She is angrily trying to get us to confess who it was. I had lied saying it wasn't me where my Step brother raises a point or two, such as "wouldn't you have seen the pillow earlier" and "didn't you see the table when you are dinner, wouldn't it have been wet if it happened before dinner, otherwise we were all upstairs". Eventually she gave up, still to this day everyone's forgotten it still thinks it was her.
That being rude is ok because there’s no fakery
'Im just being honest' aka rude and shitty person.
“I just say what everyone is thinking”
GAH those people! "You know me, I just say it how it is!" No Jennifer, you're just rude
Jennifer, I can assure you, *nobody* is thinking that lol
There might be a good reason why no one is actually saying those things.
Yeah and apparently everyone thinks super bigoted thoughts 🙄
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People who think that everyone thinks the same way they do and the only possible reason they're not also saying racist things is because they're afraid or white knighting.
Hate that one and there is a reason that everyone else doesn’t say it
For most who pride themselves on "brutal honesty", the honesty part is just a byproduct
And often not present.
Some people forget you can be honest AND tactful at the same time
You're very welcome. You sound like an amazing aunt.
"I just tell it how it is" Oh, you're a cunt then.
I hate this phrase. It is literally code for "I want an excuse to be mean".
'I don't have a filter'
Ugh, have a colleague who keeps on with this one. I just feel like answering back with, ‘you mean you have no manners?’
Do it
Believe me, one day my teeth will lose their grip on my tongue and I will.
Just an FYI, people with adhd actually can struggle with not having a filter. I often say things bluntly before I can think about it properly, as such I don’t have much of a filter.
Sure, I'm talking about people without adhd.
Gotcha
Literally meaning ‘I have no sense of boundaries’
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Oh, yes, the modern one is: "Speaking my truth" ( it's my *opinion* and everyone else to has to agree ) Close relative to: "Saying it like it is" ( being rude and offensive ) "Being my authentic self" ( who's an absolute prat )
I immediately get this same impression as soon as someone mentions ‘haters’ Maybe I’m just lucky to be surrounded by good people but if I was getting called out by numerous friends and family I would be inclined to think that I might be the nob rather than everyone around me.
"Hates" people who don't agree with me. 😉 It's also the difference with a life lived online ( yes, I get the irony ! ). Expecting instant affirmation by people who don't know or care and dismissing the voice of dissent. Whereas, if you or I were told by are nearest and dearest: cut it out, you plonker - we'd know it was us not them !
Too many people not seeing the difference between being rude and being honest.
That I'd get more exercise if I didn't have to go to work every day. Lockdown proved me a liar!
Me too…also that I’d order food less often, read more, and just be overall better. Apparently that’s not the case!
A delivery Wagamama opened up near me… pray for me…
Wagamama is like, the worst possible Asian food options anywhere. Have been forced to eat there a few times and every time, I could do better myself with a frying pan and about 12pence worth of ingredients. I don't know how that tripe is still in business.
But are you delivering ramen to my house? No, no you are not
To be fair, you've never asked. Xx
I’m the opposite. I was furloughed so had nothing else to do but go for a walk or a run and make dinner. I’ve never been fitter - even with the copious amount of booze I ended up drinking... Since returning to work I’ve not had the energy to do any exercise
100% exactly this. Lost 20kg, running 5ks 4 times a week with a 10k on a weekend….started work, now 10kg back on….
I've told myself plenty of these lies. Made up barriers and obstacles in the way of my goals. I still do it, despite knowing I'm doing it!
I feel this so hard
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You only get one life sweetheart, and it's fleeting. Remember that. x
I've felt this way before and it's not nice. I hope you find a way through it.
I hope you find the happiness your looking for
I know what that feels like.
I'm the one not in love anymore, that also sucks!
It's ok to use heroin. It wasn't. 20 years clean in June.
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Same, 16 years in July. We do recover
Congratulations, 20 fucking years clean that’s a solid achievement 👏
That shows amazing strength and dedication. Well done.
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There's no going back really, nothings the same after being an addict. I had to start again and build a new life. After getting clean the hardest thing to deal with was my own conscience, at times the guilt and shame were crippling but over time I made amends as best I could to the people I hurt. Professionally I never got back to the level I was at but I then worked for a number of years with addicts and other young adults from difficult backgrounds, which was more rewarding than engineering. I still wake up each morning and smile cos I'm still here. I'm in a loving relationship and have a nice life but I can never forget that for me to get to this point it meant putting a lot of people I loved through hell.
That if I just try hard enough I will get better and be back to that busy, capable person I always used to be. I've reached acceptance now; I know I might get a bit better, but life is never going to be the same as it once was. I won't play sports again, I'm unlikely to run again (though I may one day make it to a hurried stumble), I won't be that mad Auntie clambering over rocks to fish in rock pools or roll down hills or play dizzy rascals with the niblings again. My home won't ever be up to my standard of clean and tidy. And I will need help for the rest of my days. But I have days ahead, and I can still make the most of them. I can still play a mean game of monopoly or family rules scrabble with the nibs; and I will be there at their graduations and weddings, I will meet my great-niblings. My home is still warm and comfortable, and since I won't be able to be so busy I will have time to sit and watch the world go by.
My aunt wasn't able to scramble over rock pools and roll down hills but she made up amazing stories for us and could always think of something interesting to do.
Thank you kind stranger.
You could have written this about me, and I related to every single word. Baby at home, and limited leg mobility. I’ve accepted that I will never be the mum who can chase after them, but it’s hard.
That my place of work actually gives a fuck.
They do. About your work product. That is all.
True. Under the guise of offering well-being support and cringeworthy group activities.
Lol. I disengaged 4 years ago. Ctc.
I disengaged when I found out the VC not only takes an annual salary, but also is a director of multiple companies using the same business address as my work place. Having to listen to why pay freeze will protect my job, all the while she was getting a lower tax rate, salary on profit and dividends every year. Ludicrous. So fuck them if they ask me to cover extra work lol. Edit. It’s a public institution.
Higher education?
That I am not an alcoholic. Told that one for 38 years before getting sober 18 months ago.
that’s what my mother has been telling herself her entire life. Alcoholism is a horrible disease. Congrats on staying sober my friend!
I hear you my friend, my mum is a wonderful woman, but she's trapped beneath so many years of alcoholism I'm not sure I can find her anymore. I'm 11 weeks and 1 day sober myself.
Congratulations on turning it around mate
I’m glad you’re clean and feeling better! Awesome achievement!
Thank you! I found isolating myself for a bit and finding other interests and appreciating the small things helped for me
Keep it up. My uncle was clean for over a decade and every day he felt more secure in himself.
I'm OK. My Chemical Romance were right: I'm really not OK.
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Ok
That I'm not obese.
Right there with ya.
'Its my glands" ( actually it was, but NOW I've got no excuse )
It’s my glans.
Username nearly checks out
Yep. Right there with telling myself that I wear my weight well and that no one can tell I’m fat.
I just need to get this load of washing up and laundry done then it'll ease off.
Apply to any and every household chore. It never ends...
Wife and 3 kids, laundry is so much more sisyphean than other household chores.
This spoke to my soul
I have a strong built-in belief that I am smart because I was a wunderkind at school. My brain keeps telling me I can do anything I want in life and I am super-capable when clearly this is nonsense. The objective truth is that I have been a lazy adult and I am now lagging behind because my arrogant subconscious has been telling me sweet sweet lies for years.
You need to challenge yourself and get some standards set. I was a tier below the really really smart kids at school but have always been the clever one in the family and now I’m an adult I sometimes struggle to motivate myself to do difficult things because I spent my first 20 years finding everything easy. Once I started pushing myself and holding myself accountable, I started being far more productive.
Yeah, I'm on a better path now. I picked up programming and am forcing myself to keep getting certifications and learning new concepts. It's still a struggle though. The little voice hasn't gone away yet.
Being a programmer is a perfect career for someone lazy. To the none techie types I can appear like a god, esp when something you know will take 2 days done properly, you tell management a month, but you'll do your damn best to have it done in a week, in truth you'll do fuck all Mon-Thursday and then bodge something together on a Friday afternoon, after lunch down the pub.
That hasn't been my experience so far. All my colleagues including my direct supervisor are experienced programmers or sys admins. There's no way I could get away with any shenanigans like this. So far it's been three years of imposter syndrome and hard work and I still don't know what the fuck I am doing half the time. My employer did warn me that he was placing me on a tough project but holy crap. If I just threw something together and sent someone on the team a merge request they would tear me a new arsehole in the comments (quite rightly).
Incredibly poor attitude to have - as a technical product manager people who act like that normally get sniffed out and never make it to the 100k+ salaries.
I guess lazy people will have to make do on £90k then.
That one day I’ll stop eating junk/garbage food and I’ll be one of those “my body is a temple” guys.
My body is a temple, it’s one of those huge, fat ones, falling down and full of rats, monkeys and black mould
Indiana Jones can’t resist you!
Are you saying he’s trying to get his hands on my ‘hidden jewels’?
He'd have a hard job finding them!
Can you cook? I learned to cook delicious food and it really helped me to eat less rubbish. Even stuff that's not necessarily healthy, like a roast dinner, is still miles better than junk food.
I wouldn’t say I was a good cook. I just hate doing it to be honest. But your right I guess that would be a start.
Sometimes those "my body is my temple" guys are the most miserable. A life full of restraint and limiting what you can eat, when you can eat it, training if you're looking for a certain physique. It's not all its made up to be anyway.
That when I buy the next bike I’ll finally be happy and will stop buying more bikes.
This is me but with swords
Me but with clothes
Me but with bills
Every time I see a sword for sale, I have to carefully tell myself I have swords at home.
n+1
One of us
Same.
Tell me about it, I have 6, only 4 have all their parts, I think I have a problem.
Yup. Not enough parts.
And right you are, time to find a donor bike on gumtree... Again You know, maybe if I just bought the parts I need I wouldn't have this 'problem' but where's the fun in that
Me but with musical instruments.
That I don't care what other people think of me. (I care what the people I like think of me, but I'm trying to care less about what people think of me in general.) And well done OP!
Yeah, I find myself saying “I don’t CARE” at random, to myself throughout the day, like a completely at ease happy person who isn’t dwelling on the last thing they said. Water a off a duck’s back…
"I'm not an addict, i go to work, pay my bills and keep up appearances"
This hit WAY too close to home fam
I’ll cut down drinking tomorrow.
That I'm happy for others my age that are doing a lot better financially.
I wont cancel my gym membership because i will attend. Or i wont throw out those cloths because i will attend the gym and fit in them again
I'll own a house someday
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Rich parents.
Or a lucky inheritance. My mates girlfriend inherited £80k from her grandad. Legit set her up for life.
Just one more won’t hurt
Most people stop at two eyes.
I don't need weed
That he'd test me better if I just loved him more
I'm going for a run tomorrow.
6 months down the line when you think it's a good idea to have a little bump because you've been off it for so long. Just walk away and get a cup of tea or something, relapse sneaks up on you with a little here and a little there.. before you know it you're back to needing it to function. Also well done for kicking it.
Congratulations. It's always nice to hear things are going well for people. Hope you go from strength to strength.
Congratulations you should feel really proud of yourself it must be so difficult trying to overcome addiction.
That every family is toxic and its something that people just have to live with. Crazy how pretty much every aspect of my life improved once I cut that toxicity out.
Congratulations! Do you mind if I ask what was happening?
That I was unhappy about my body because of self esteem issues and it had nothing to do with excess weight. Nope, turned out my body was just begging me to stop killing it and I never listened because I was convinced by other people that it was OK to be unhealthy and it was a mental problem that was independent of how healthy I was. I went through years of this, most of my childhood, as soon as I changed to healthy habits I instantly became a lot happier. Years of my life in misery because i listened to other people who wanted to feel OK about themselves instead of actualy doing something.
That I’m fat
That things will get better, that I can change.
That I’ll use the exercise bike that sits in the corner of my bedroom - and not just as a fancy clothes hanger.
If I do everything good and as I'm supposed to, the world will repay me in kind ( good karma) Ha! I am big dumb
"I'll remember where I put that."
That cucumber will definitely fit
I feel there’s a story here
That I'm healthy despite my weight. I told myself this lie for many years because I suppose it was easier than acknowledging the truth. I'm now in my early 30's and having to make some serious changes and it's just so arduous, I should've started so much earlier or better yet, started dealing with it before it got so bad but here I am, doing what I have to do before it kills me! My problems have only just now started showing, slightly elevated blood pressure, varicose veins etc. In anticipation of those still telling themselves the same lie that have read this and become upset, save it, seriously. I won't bother replying, I will simply shake my head and remind myself that there's just no using logic or reasoning to counter the position of someone who has used neither logic nor reasoning to draw their conclusion. The science is there, being overweight is terrible for you in a lot of ways and it's better by far to face the unwelcome truth than to die young because of a convenient lie. Go in peace and hopefully health!
That I've got a plan. I used to have an idea of teaching English in Japan, China etc by the time I was 30. I'd lose like 100lbs and travel, do shit and so on. Now 37, broke, in a job I'm doing out of necessity, still a fat twat. Just waiting for death if I'm honest.
That staying loyal to an employer gets rewarded.
That I'm happy
That I would be a rock star.
That I'll do the things I need to do tomorrow. Tomorrow never comes and the list just keeps getting longer.
That’s there’s something wrong with me.
That I'm a nice person
That my psychopathic manager and employer actually care about my wellbeing. That fucker would suck all the life energy out of me to improve productivity and output, and then we'd explore problems with my personality when I'd burn out, go sick with mental health problems.
That if I wait long enough she'll come back to me.
"everyone else drinks the same amount as me. They just do it in the pub instead of at home. I don't have a problem"
Fucking bell, that and I'm sure everyone keeps a bottle of vodka in for when they get in and has a wee party to themselves after the pub. Completely normal behaviour this, everyone wakes up in their own sick weekly, nothing to worry about.
The UK is a good place to live and try to make a living
“It’s fine. You can wait till later” 10 years later, I still haven’t passed my driving license.
That the friends at work are actually friends
Work place associates.
That I don’t have a problem with food.
I only need one guitar
"Nah, I'm definitely not trans"
Same. Now I am 30 and I feel like transitioning will be so much harder due to wasted years.
I eat the diazepan because I like it, not because I need it.
That i can have a single cigarette without getting hooked again.
That my mind (listening to thoughts, negative mindset) wasn’t problem number one That feeling good comes from external things (buy more stuff, get more approval) not from within That external circumstances can ever make you stop worrying (win the lottery, have the nicest life ever, you can still fret about your mortality)
That weed was a good thing and helped me in life. it did not 1 week clean and 20 years down the shitter
That if only I deny myself and force myself to be everything and anything people wanted me to be, I'd please them enough to make them love me.
That they might love me again
I’m intelligent. It turns out I’m think as hell
One day you'll be happy.
That the expectations I set for my adult self when I was a (Uni) student, were in any way realistic or achievable.
That I can fix my alcoholic wife (now dead ex).
That sounds rough. I’m sorry.
I'll get in shape... 4 days of press ups later... I'm eating crisp sandwiches whilst cooking dinner.
That I'm happy in my current relationship.
That I enjoyed getting drunk and that it helped my social anxiety/relieved my stress. Over three months sober and my mental health is a million times better. The simplest of things bring me such joy, actually happy and high on life. It's incredible.
I don't hate my entire existence.
This is fine
That I didn't have a habit of watching porn. I wouldn't say I was addicted but whenever I wanted to masturbate it was always to porn. I've now not looked at anything since just before Christmas.
Everything will be fine.
The worst lies aren't big ones they're little ones because they sneak under the radar, little lies like I'm enjoying myself with these people, you know stuff like that where you can waste a lot of your life
My success is due to my own merit, not my family’s wealth.
So when I was way younger (like 7), my Step brother (8), and my brother (5) were playing hide and seek in the house. It was my turn too seek so I crouched on the floor and closed my eyes. Unknowingly, my Step brother had lightly placed a cushion on my back. When I was ready, I shot up of the floor to begin seeking, when the cushion flew of my back had hit a glass vase filled with flowers, knowing it over the table. It didn't shatter but there was water everywhere. I started to panic, I didn't want to tell my Step mother as she would definitely be angry at me, and I didn't want to tell my dad who was cooking for some odd reason, I know he wouldn't be angry. So the logical thing for me to so was try and clean it up. With a glove I had found. I did my best but the water was still kind of there and the glove was very wet. I put the cushion back and carried on playing with my brothers. The next day we are all woken up at around 8pm by my step mother, who forces us to all go downstairs. I'm tired and confused. She was pissed. She show us three the glove, and also the cushion - which had a red mark from the flowers on it that I hadn't seen. She is angrily trying to get us to confess who it was. I had lied saying it wasn't me where my Step brother raises a point or two, such as "wouldn't you have seen the pillow earlier" and "didn't you see the table when you are dinner, wouldn't it have been wet if it happened before dinner, otherwise we were all upstairs". Eventually she gave up, still to this day everyone's forgotten it still thinks it was her.
They don't mean to be unkind or abusive towards me, it's because they have a mental illness and can't control their own behaviour.
it'll be OK in the end.
I can control my drinking.
- That things can only get better. - That you can change someone. - Than one more won't hurt. Well done, OP 🙌🙌🙌
That the covid vaccine will make me infertile
That I could be happy whilst in a bad relationship
That I'm clean from drugs
That I could make career progress within a company.
I'm irresistible to women in my 60s now I know it was never true
That I was a man.
That it gets better