After a certain age, your parents slowly become your children. They ask simple questions, repeat stories, and depend on your patience the way you once depended on theirs. Very few understand this role reversal. What looks like innocence or inconvenience is really time coming full circle. Don't correct them harshly. Don't rush them. Care for them the way they once protected you. This is not a burden. It is repayment.
Teen daughter had sex education today where all pupils put a condom on a dildo.
One of the girls asked: ‘Why do girls need to learn this?’ And the teacher said: ‘Well, in case the man doesn’t know how to do it.’
Apparently my daughter then said: ‘Why the hell would we be with a man who doesn’t know how to put a condom on?’
I could not be more proud. 😂😂😂
My roommate and I have an unspoken rule:
Don’t touch food you didn’t buy.
Last Sunday I spent half my day meal prepping because work has been brutal lately. Cooked chicken pasta, packed 6 containers, labeled them for the week, put them in the fridge.
Wednesday night I get home already excited because I skipped lunch and was starving.
Gone.
Not one.
All 6 containers gone.
I texted my roommate thinking maybe her family came over and there was some weird misunderstanding.
She replies:
“Oh yeah 😭 my boyfriend has been staying here and he LOVES your cooking. I told him to help himself because you made so much.”
I just stared at my phone.
Then she hit me with:
“Don’t worry though, he said next time he wants the spicy one again.”
NEXT TIME???
You mean the meal prep I paid for, cooked for 2 hours, and planned my work week around has become a subscription service for your unemployed boyfriend???
Am I dramatic or is this actually insane roommate behavior ⁉️
Things I miss:
- $5 footlongs
- 24/7 Walmart
- Gas under $2
- The dollar menu actually being a dollar
- The value of $20 in 2007
- Blockbuster on a Friday night
- Pizza Hut buffet
- Needing only one streaming service
- The economy before it developed character
- Hope 😭
“Listen to your body.”
My body: Quit your job tomorrow, move to the mountains, befriend stray goats, vanish into the wilderness, and start communicating exclusively through wind sounds and mysterious forest silence.
Ages 25–30 are really tough. You’re dealing with a shrinking friend group,aging parents,fixing the financial mistakes from ur early 20s,your career and your health. You’ve gotta find time to heal your mind. You just have to.
My 8-year-old daughter lost her hearing almost overnight.
One week she was singing in the back seat.
The next, the world went silent.
We learned sign language together.
Slowly.
Awkwardly.
Some days she got frustrated.
Some days I cried after she went to bed.
School was the hardest part.
Her friends were kind, but they didn’t know how to talk to her anymore.
At recess, she often stood alone while everyone else laughed in a language she could no longer hear.
Then one evening, I saw something incredible.
She sat on the kitchen floor with our Labrador and signed:
“Treat?”
His ears perked up.
He ran straight to the pantry.
Then she signed:
“Outside.”
He sprinted to the back door.
Then:
“Ball.”
He rushed to his toy basket.
That’s when I realized something.
While all of us were struggling to adapt…
our dog had been paying attention.
He learned her new language before most people did.
Now, whenever she feels lonely, she sits beside him and signs.
And he answers every time.
Sometimes the first friend who truly understands you…
has four legs and a wagging tail.
i wanted to kill myself on the golden gate bridge a while ago and the guy said "sorry, last pedestrian entry was 20 minutes ago" and i asked why and he said suicide prevention. so sometimes the system works
My son uses a wheelchair, and school dances were always painful for him.
Not because he didn’t want to go.
Because nobody ever asked him to dance.
Last winter, his class planned a formal dance, and he pretended not to care about it at all.
Then three days before the event, a girl from his art class showed up at our house with a small box.
Inside was a blue bow tie.
She smiled and said,
“I thought it would match my dress.”
My son stared at her speechless.
At the dance, she didn’t spend the night feeling sorry for him or treating him differently.
She danced beside him, laughed with him, introduced him to her friends, and made sure he never felt left out for a second.
Near the end of the night, I overheard my son quietly ask her,
“Why me?”
She looked confused and answered,
“Because you’re my favorite person to talk to.”
On the drive home, my son kept smiling at the window like he was replaying the entire night in his head.
Suicidal ideation often sounds like:
“I’m so tired.”
“I can’t do this anymore.”
“Everyone would be better off without me.”
It’s rarely about death.
It’s about escape.
From overwhelm.
From shame.
From feeling like a burden.
And what people actually need
is support not silence.