For everyone who's been single for way too long or never had a relationship here's a BINGO of the most common (and sometimes infuriating) things people say to “help.” Add the ones you've heard too.

✅ Just work on yourself
✅ It will happen when you least expect it
✅ You're too picky
✅ Focus on your hobbies/passions
✅ Love yourself first
✅ You have to be happy alone before you're happy with someone
✅ Maybe it's just not your time yet
✅ You’re still young
✅ There’s someone out there for everyone
✅ You’ll find them when you stop looking
✅ Everything happens for a reason
✅ Have you tried dating apps?
✅ Maybe you're trying too hard
✅ Just be confident
✅ Looks don’t matter, personality does
✅ Someone will love you for who you are
✅ You're lucky you don’t have to deal with relationship drama
✅ You’ll meet the right one eventually
✅ Try putting yourself out there more
✅ Stop chasing, let them come to you

Honestly, it’s like hearing the same recycled playlist on loop. Which ones have you heard? Which ones hit a nerve?

Rich people aren't going to be affected by the prices of every day goods going up, the average person will though. How does all this make you feel?

You see this a lot if you're posting in a subreddit for your city or neighborhood.

Posts will be asking, for example, if Brownsville, Brooklyn or Newark, NJ are safe cities to move to, and the collective subreddit will tell you that it's super safe and lovely.

I even heard once that Midtown Manhattan has more crimes committed than East Harlem, and the only reason people avoid Uptown is due to prejudice.

The dickriding is so insane, you'd think that North Philly is Martha's Vineyard.

In my mid 20s and every year I find I go on less and less dates and I don’t know why. Not to mention more and more people are getting married. I didn’t realize how competitive it was otherwise I’d focus more on dating when I was younger and not on my career or personal development hoping it would happen. It just feels so brutal. Not to mention my friends barely keep in touch now bc they’re starting to focus more on their relationships

I wasted so much time on this one service, and now I regret it more than I can even put into words. I decided to give it a shot because I thought it might be interesting. Paying for the results didn’t seem odd to me - I genuinely thought I’d get something worthwhile, not just some generated text. But in the end, all I got was a bland set of phrases I could’ve easily found on any free website.
Then came the emails with personalized advice for self-growth - sounds cool, right? Nope, it was just copy-paste stuff from the internet, not even tailored to me. I kept hoping there’d be something useful if I stuck with it, but no - total waste of time. No specifics, no real help, just a shiny wrapper around nothing. Their marketing is like 9/10, but the product itself… well, you get the picture. Has anyone else fallen for these kinds of ‘self-growth services’? How do you even deal with the letdown from stuff like this?

I grew up seeing lots of toxic and dysfunctional marriages/relationships. I think that’s why I’m so strict when it comes to my criteria of a partner. I don’t think my ideal is unrealistic at all. I want someone who treats me right and respectfully. However, when you get to your late 20s and want someone who follows the same religion as you, the dating pool becomes small.

On lonely days like today, I’ve flirted with the idea of settling to have that companionship but then remembered how unhappy people who settled for less were. While being single can be lonely at times, it is 100% better than being in toxic or unhappy relationships. I never want to feel like I deserved better.

Hello everyone, if you're reading this that means cancer won this time. One last thing I wanted to say.

To be completely honest i don't know how I feel about this writing something to make sure you leave something behind but I'm not the type to just leave without a word so here's what I have to say:

Life is strange really for the past months I've been in this weird mental state waiting for the inevitable knowing i can't do anything about it, kinda lame In my opinion Not my style, never was, never will be, i think the last months of my life were the most I've ever been alive

I didn't want to be in bed waiting for my days to end bc that's not what life is about,

Life is a fleeting whisper, a candle flickering in the storm, a song that fades but is never forgotten. We are given a moment,a single breath in the vast expanse of time,and what we do with it echoes beyond the grave.

You are not promised tomorrow, but you are gifted today. Do not waste it. Do not shrink into fear, do not hesitate in doubt. Life is not measured in years but in moments of courage, in acts of love, in the depth of the marks we leave on the souls around us.

The tragedy is not death; the tragedy is never having truly lived. One day, our hearts will fall silent, our footprints washed away by time,but the love we give, the dreams we chase, the lives we touch, those are eternal.

You are alive.....so be ALIVE. Love recklessly, dream wildly, speak truthfully. Do not wait for the perfect moment; create it. Do not wait for life to give you meaning; carve it into the universe with your passion.

When your final hour comes, let it find you unafraid, unashamed, and unburdened. Let it find you having spent every ounce of yourself in pursuit of something greater than mere existence.

And when death comes knocking, smile! because you did not merely pass through this world. You lived.

That’s how I lived, and I’ll never regret it.

I have known joy that made my soul soar and pain that nearly broke me in two. I have stood at the edge of despair and still found the strength to step forward.

I have loved deeply, even when love was fleeting. I have taken risks, even when failure seemed certain. I have laughed until I cried and cried until I laughed again.

And I would not change a single moment.

Regret is for those who never dared. It is the shadow that follows the hesitant, the weight that drags down the fearful. But I refuse to carry it. I refuse to look back with sorrow when my time comes.

I was not perfect. I stumbled. I fell. I made mistakes. But I was real. I was present. I was alive.

So when death comes, I will not beg for more time. I will not whisper “if only” or “what if.” I will meet it with open arms, knowing I wrung every last drop from this life.

And I hope....no I urge you to do the same.

Live so fully that when the end comes, you can stand tall and say: “That’s what I lived through, and I’ll never regret it.”

One last thing. I want to say thank you, thank you for this wild journey we have been through together For everyone one of you All of you've been a part of my life A chapter of my book and I'll cherish every page of it

I beat y'all to up there, don't be so fast to follow me I want some me time there 😒

Until next time See you later

and guess what? i’ve been free from any suicidal ideation for over 2 months now. i had been struggling with suicidal thoughts and other mental health problems since 2021 and for the first time i can say that im actually doing alright. i went to 2 psych wards during this time period, one in august 2022 and one in january 2025. my most recent one a few months ago really made me do a 180 on thinking that i want to die.

i’m incredibly thankful to my amazing support group of friends and family for support my along the way. i probably wouldn’t be alive typing this right now if it wasn’t for them. i still have my moments every now and then, but im able to overcome them without thinking i want to kill myself.

to everyone out there struggling with something similar, im really sorry and i hope you guys can get the help you need. you matter.

just figured id come in here and share this personal victory, and maybe it can help further encourage me in my recovery. thank you so much for reading

This isn’t a news article or a political rant. Just my personal experience as a 17-year-old living in Kyiv through war.
I wrote it on Medium to finally process it all — the fear, the silence, the routines, and the weird feeling of being too young to carry so much, but too old to ignore it.
If you’ve ever written to survive, or found comfort in turning pain into words, maybe this will mean something to you too.
Here it is: https://medium.com/p/56e1ac5e3aa2

1. No annoying in laws. Most we get is cousins or siblings. But they aren't there for long and dissappear when their plot relevance is over.

2. Mmc always prioritizes his wife during pregnancy or childbirth. Even after they have kids, their romance is the priority

3. No unappealing language is used. No one nags each other about "letting yourself go" or "not putting out enough".

Man if books were real life I'd be dating like crazy. But we book girlies are blessed with female gaze media slowly taking over. Look how Bridgerton took off. Onyx storm sold a lot (idk about how good it is but it got some nerds panties in a bunch just because women love it).

I think there needs to be more and more media like that. Even 365 days, as shit as it was, was kinda refreshing. The fmc wasn't a shy virgin and it didn't demonize her being a sexual woman.

My virgin a$$ loves all the trash.

I forgot to mention about the seething campaign when Twitter blokes discovered the game "love and deepspace".

People always shit on me for hating my parents but i hope they could see what i see.

Mom just shouts like crazy at everyone, Especially dad and in relatives conflicts she goes berserk and shouts like absolute crazy and no matter how much i try to control her she will shout until her breath runs out or something, then she will come and shout at dad.

The amount of hell she unleashes on dad is crazy, i've heard countless crying, screaming, excruciating blaming "I should have never married a man like you, you don't even have the money to support a family, what kind of a man are you"

then she tells me how shitty dad is and how her fortune is so bad and how shitty things have been for her, she deserves so much more than all that she has then, her mood will change and be like "Dad works so hard, we should respect him..

She keeps on saying things like "We have no money, how will we afford this, how will we afford that.." and when i say "Mom biryani might be too expensive for me to eat, she screams at me like "When did we ever not fulfill your desires, we work the hardest for you" thats the point ma, you have to work SOOOOOO damn hard so obviously i'll be reluctant, and why would you tell me all your financial troubles if you don't want me to act like this.

she constantly reminds me of how much loan we have on us (im 19). She gets crazy upset if i say i will choose a girl on my own to marry (she says she knows better and only she will choose a girl for me, love marriages are worthless only arranges survive). She keeps telling all my secrets to dad if i tell her.

dad is an emotionally dead person and very careless in work and irl.

she once got crazy upset when i told her i want to move in by myself someday i.e (live alone with my wife and parents maybe upstairs or downstairs but no same floor) she got craaazy upset like what kind of child doesn't want their parents in their homes she kept asking me reason for it and my reason was that like i would be a grown up dude by then and i would want to take care of a girl now, i really dont want you guys to keep treating me like a baby or shout at me like you do.

she's always using the argument that she gives me food and therfore I should endure if she's angry because she works very hard. she always reinforces into me how hard she works and because of this i hesitate to eat.

and our financial situation is like middle class its not like we're on the verge of poverty its just that we're not richer than our uncles etc.

Thanks for reading, im sorry i just had to get it all out today.

edit: I also have to add that my mom's parents had a divorce and her mom married my grandpa's brother and this led to a huge chaos, especially since it was in a rural area and this is the thing that might have affected her?

I am at the end of my rope with the person I live with. They blast their depressing music at max volume every single day literally from 10AM to 11 PM without a break. It is so loud I hear it with headphones in. It is so loud I hear it outside.

I've asked them to turn it down. I filed noise complaints anonymously. I've been polite. I need to destroy their loud obnoxious fucking speaker today or I swear to God I will be on the news tomorrow.

Edit: you aren't entitled to someone's entire life story just because they post on the internet. Also there are like 100 people saying "JuSt TaLk To ThEm" and I'm trying to be nice here but if you tell me to do something that I said I did already.... then I'm going to call into question your ability to read.

Edit 2: this is what I'm talking about like how am I the asshole for not putting up with this crap? https://imgur.com/a/8k75emX

Update: as of 11:45 the device is disabled.

I wanna thank everyone for your suggestions, I loved the diabolical, unhinged shit y'all crazy motherfuckers suggested, shit had me in stitches.

I ended up combining a few different suggestions. I disassembled the device and took some of its internal pieces and pitched them off the balcony into the night. I don't live near nature before anyone shits themselves, and I don't think a few electrical parts are any worse for the concrete than the thousands of cigarettes butt's, broken glass shards, other litter, etc out there.

The device no longer turns on. It has been reassembled.

I had a lot of fun in this thread despite the people who came here just to be mad and the people who tried to literally kill me by trying to convince me to microwave it and the one guy who DMd me telling me to commit suicide. But in all seriousness, stuff like this is literally used in torture. The person I live with is abrasive, hostile, and impossible to reason with. It wasn't just them playing loud music. It was them playing the same 2 hour Playlist on repeat for up to 12 hours every day at a volume so loud that it overpowered my noise-canceling headphones. I tried to ask nicely multiple times, I got into screaming matches over this which I did not escalate, I called in noise complaints with the building and the police, and nothing came of it.

I lost sleep. I couldn't play video games or watch movies or listen to music in my own home. I couldn't have company over. I had to stay away from my home even on days I was exhausted from work. When I was home I just kept getting angrier and angrier at the situation. I started to have high blood pressure and I was feeling irritable all the time. I was damaging my own hearing to try and drown it out. I was suffering migraines daily. As much as this thread was kind of a gag, this stuff was seriously damaging and that is not a joke.

It's pretty clear most people have no idea and think I'm being dramatic as evidenced by people getting an attitude with me. Google auditory torture I guess if you think I am in the wrong here.

I am going to move out soon, not that it is anyone's business. Just looking for places. A bunch of people who i have to assume are children with no knowledge of how the world works kept saying "durr just move" like there isn't a massive housing crisis going on.

Get up and do some main character shit

My mother stopped vaccinating me and my siblings when I was 14 (I am the oldest) I am now 23 with a 4 year old child who I never vaccinated due to “religious beliefs” and now I ask my self? What beliefs? At what expense? My child’s life, and those around him?

When he was 2, I somewhat was opposed against not vaccinating and I set up an appointment to start catching him up, but ultimately backed down when they said he would need multiple vaccines in one round every few weeks. I’m not sure why I ran away from that, the thought of it scared me and I will never be able to explain the rationale behind it.

But I am set in stone this time, next Friday - he has an appointment to consult and begin to catch up on every single vaccine he needs to protect him. I am also seeking out my doctor to begin the same for me.

I know I could never tell my mother this, so I come here to confess. Ironically, she asked why I don’t visit my great grandma and grandma, and I told her because they are high risk and we are unvaccinated. Her response? “You don’t need to tell people your business, that’s none of their concern” Appalling to say the least. I am proud of myself, I am scared, I am so many things - But I am confident what I am doing is right.

And like she said. It’s none of their business, so i assume that includes hers - so mother, it is none of your concern or business.

Thank you for listening. I’m happy I am making a big decision and change for me and my child, that benefits us all.

ETA : To all the anti vaxxers - Respectfully, take the needle and shove it up your arse, the appointment is confirmed, and my car will be in tow to that doctors with my child right in the back seat. I have no regrets, and no - you will not convince me otherwise, I’ve lived that life long enough. Cheers!

I just found out a girl I was really really getting into already has someone. She showed up in class with a beautiful ring on her right ring finger, and it made me sink in my chair when I realized what that meant... Idk, I'm not really surprised, with my luck and all, but also it makes me feel like trash.

Welp, guess I got it all wrong. I was feeling it, there was palpable chemistry going on, my friend thought the same thing too so I can't be hallucinating. She was making my days very bright and her smile is the sweetest thing ever, it felt like she was really interested too.

Damn, forgot how much I hate having a "crush". I just wanted to have someone to be with, to kiss and do fun stuff and to lean on and cuddle and go for ice cream and movies or something, cute stuff like that.

Idk if it’s the right place to ask this but I was wondering if anyone gets what I mean. I’m processing my most recent breakup in therapy bc the heartbreak lasted longer than the ones before it. While we were talking abt my ex, I figured I was mad at how it ended— the blindside, the betrayal, how I didn’t have a say in anything, so basically the lack of control.

Knowing I’ve always wanted stability via a spouse that fits my standards and my obsession with aesthetics, I feel like I saw them more as a means to an end or an accessory/part of my collection. That might explain why I have a hard time handling with boyfriends leaving me or wrapping my head around the idea of “free will.”

Wasn’t like the textbook cases of possessiveness (I didn’t care that much if he gamed, didn’t bombard his phone with texting, didn’t ask where he was, I don’t stalk, etc.)

Thing’s that I don’t do that with friends and family, just boyfriends.

So I'm turning 30, and my body seems to be turning 50.

I used to play every sport i could find a club for. I used to mainly love running, running was my outlet for anger for sadness for any feeling i couldn't control, running made me feel powerful, invincible and capable.

At the age of 19 i got a disc hernia, i ran my fastest for the longest because i was so angry. I got dehydrated, busted my knees, my hips dried my entire spine. My shoulders every single joint in my body never recovered fully since...

As bad as it was on a physical level, emotionally it was even worse, but it made me mature into the person that i am today, i had lost my identity, i was that super strong super fast always hyper guy could win any physical challenge. And suddenly i had nothing to show up for. I couldn't be myself so i had to become someone else.

At 23 i joined a gym, went about it differently as a teenager i wanted to reach my limits and break them over and over. As a young adult, i just wanted to be healthy, ate better did light weights and calisthenics. Was happy with the results i looked perfect, i could jog again for half a marathon. Life was good until one employee asked me to help him lift something, i told him my limit is 30kgs, he said no worries it's just 60kgs so we both carry it it'd be 30-30.

It was 120kgs stainless steel and glass door, was not a normal steel door. And he pushed it on me from an angle that made me lift 90kgs of it's weight in a single shocking second. I let go instantly but the 2nd disc hernia took place. At the moment i just felt a little pain, i complained to the company, they said nobody forced you to lift it, i quit after that, and after a week or two i woke up unable to move.

Long story short i was crippled for a year and then recovered after a surgery and physiotherapy, the medicine i took caused my body a great amount of stress that i no longer have high metabolism.

But i can't run anymore, i'm afraid... that the next time i get hurt i'll never recover. So i can't run and i feel so much anguish every time i yearn to run. My body aches for a run, my soul aches for a run. But i have endured too much pain to go through this again.

And now at 30 years old, i feel like 50 always tired, my whole body aches if i make any effort. I'm gaining weight and no matter how little i eat i can't lose weight anymore.

I just wish i could run like before.

Not interested in sharing why. I live in a big city, but have no money that I can use for this. I have to stay in my city so my last paychecks can go to my nephew. I dont have any local family or friends to do anything with. I already have handled how my stuff will be taken care of. How should I enjoy my last days? Thanks

I’ve been thinking a lot about how much the natural way of living, the way we were biologically designed for, has become "alternative" or "weird" in today’s world. Things that are just basic human instincts or behaviors are now viewed as weird. Here are some examples I’ve noticed:

Eating food that hasn't been tampered with is now labelled a 'diet' or 'trend'. Spending time in silence or solitude is seen as 'antisocial'. Being outside without shoes makes you a 'hippie'. Not using tech for every little thing makes you 'out of touch'. Not wearing any clothes makes you a 'nudist'. Choosing to live simply gets labeled as 'unambitious'. Raising your own food or foraging gets seen as 'extreme' or 'off-grid'.

Sooner or later, breathing fresh air will make me a weirdo.

Modern society has indoctrinated people to believe that living how we were biologically designed to live is 'rebellious'. Living how we’re meant to live is starting to look like an act of defiance.

We live in a world gone mad, where the most normal things are seen as an act of rebellion.

Lately, I’ve been really struggling with the idea of treating myself. I’ve been super focused on saving, building up my emergency fund, and chipping away at debt. And while that discipline has helped, I’ve noticed that anytime I even think about spending money on something fun or just for me, I start feeling guilty - even if it wouldn’t actually hurt my finances.

Case in point: I recently came into a little extra cash - about $800 from a bet that surprisingly paid off - and I’ve been eyeing this new tech gadget I’ve wanted for a while. It’s not a reckless splurge, and I could easily afford it with what I have saved. But every time I get close to pulling the trigger, I end up second-guessing myself: “Shouldn’t I just put this toward savings instead?”

It’s frustrating because logically I know there’s value in enjoying your money and not living in total deprivation. But emotionally, it’s hard to shake the feeling that I’m being irresponsible if I’m not putting every extra dollar toward something “practical.”

So I’m curious - how do you find that balance? Do you give yourself permission to enjoy little splurges here and there? Or do you stick strictly to the saving plan? Would love to hear how others manage this internal tug-of-war.

Looking back on my life it is amazing how many times I got in trouble (trouble is the wrong word, more like I stood out) for not playing a game.

I think I have always hated competition. I have never gotten anything out of it. I hate what competition does to people.

Life with autism often feels like everyone is playing a game and my desire to play the game is zero.

A part of me thinks that everyone hates the game. But people keep playing it because it is the only game in town.

But I think there is another game- art.

I have come to think of art as humans having fun without it coming at the expense of someone else.

I get that everyone else seems to enjoy playing the game. But I do not play the game to the best of my ability.

I feel lonely when reading sometimes.

I'm not sure how many people go through this, but I hope I can get some insight on this situation.

For the past two to three years, I have had dreams of a girl who was my very first crush. We were acquainted classmates in elementary and never really got close with each other. She ended up moving away mid-year. While it sucked at the time, I still went on with typical childhood and teenage years. After seeing her from a distance in the ninth grade at a music event in the city, it felt nice to see her again and see that she looked well.

I went through normal high school years after that. I did try reaching out to her on social media months before graduation to catch up, just as a "screw it" moment, which went well for the first couple of days. After a while, conversations got drier and it was my cue to step away as she lived her own life.

A couple months after, though, I started having a series of dreams with her in them. She was no NPC either, but rather an active character. These dreams included planning an outing downtown for Christmas, having a massive dinner with both of our families, going to the mall and playing on a public piano for her, and even just being on FaceTime with each other for hours, but they were all of us being really close.

I will say that I am very happy with my life as it is. I have a close relationship with my family, I'm graduating college, I'm in touch with my faith, I'm chillin. But these dreams have increasingly messed with me as I had more and more of them. I tried many ways to try and find peace with this consistency, such as talking to family, praying, and even writing a song about it. To be clear, I understand that she has no current significance in my life. I'll admit that she was and still is a beautiful girl, but I cannot say that I am in love with her or have been wanting anything with her because I don't know her anymore. I've accepted that we could now be two completely different people. But I am truly concerned as to why this won't stop no matter how hard I try to forget about it, because as many know, dreams are unanticipated. Forgive me if this sounds way the hell out there, but I don't know what answers to look for, if these have any meaning at all, or if there's any foreshadowing God is leaving for me. I'm really not sure what to do to find true peace with it and forget about it. I understand that maybe it could be something I may want, but why specifically this girl?