My mother is the backbone of my family while im nothing but a burden
Idk if it matters or is relevant, but my family is Asian with my parents being the first of their family to move and start a life outside their home country. They have worked extremely hard to be able to provide for me, my siblings, and their own families. They send money back home whenever they can and are even helping to support my dads side of the family who live here but aren't doing as well as us. Both my parents work every day to sustain my comfortable lifestyle, my mom especially.
Getting up at 4-5am for work, coming back home around 2pm, cooking for the house (8 people rn, parents, me, 2 siblings, grandma, cousin, uncle) and then going to work again from 7 to 10. Even if the second job is with my dad, cousin and uncle, My mom never has a chance to take a break, and I have no way to help her.
The plan for me originally was that I would go to college and work after finishing my program. Last semester I had failed one of my classes and failed basically all of my finals which has now put me on academic probation. I'm not going to continue the program because I'm not interested in it (wasn't originally) and it seems like more money would be wasted if I did continue. My mom doesn
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I'm 25 years old and I'm starting to lose my will to be myself.
I'm 25 and some facts about myself:
-I graduated from Berkeley with a degree in Computer Science
-Currently working in a job though I am most likely to be laid off soon in about a few weeks.
-I love traveling and have visited over 40 countries.
But yeah I am starting lose it even though I've done everything by the playbook and am starting to lose my sanity. And right now, I'm just currently drunk weeping about how much of a failure I am considering I've been drinking for this past whole week.
How can I become more intellectual and knowledgable?
Growing up, I struggled in school. I recieved a bachelors degree in communications because I thought it was the only major and field I could pursue.
At 25, I received a masters in both early childhood and childhood education, and now I’m a teacher. Although, I like my job, I can’t help but feel that I wasted my earlier years believing that I couldn’t do anything and not trying as hard as my peers. I am always comparing my friends who are engineers, doctors, nurses or lawyers. I feel almost ashamed. I’m almost 30 now and I finally love learning new subjects and remaining curious. In despite of missing out, how can I continue to keep learning new things?
Has anyone out there ever felt like this?
There are some unexpected aspects to aging that I hadn't anticipated.
I always believed that as I grew older, my life would become clearer and more confident. But in reality, I've found that problems have increased—though not in a terrible way, but rather in a quieter, more rational manner.
I'm gradually reassessing my capabilities and energy levels, readjusting my perspectives on certain matters. Things that once seemed unreasonable now feel like I'd still choose the same path if given the chance again.
These shifts in outlook don't happen overnight—they unfold slowly and quietly, sometimes bringing me peace, other times the opposite.
I wonder if others have experienced something similar
How can I become more intellectual and knowledgable?
Growing up, I struggled in school. I recieved a bachelors degree in communications because I thought it was the only major and field I could pursue.
At 25, I received a masters in both early childhood and childhood education, and now I’m a teacher. Although, I like my job, I can’t help but feel that I wasted my earlier years believing that I couldn’t do anything and not trying as hard as my peers. I am always comparing my friends who are engineers, doctors, nurses or lawyers. I feel almost ashamed. I’m almost 30 now and I finally love learning new subjects and remaining curious. In despite of missing out, how can I continue to keep learning new things?
Has anyone out there ever felt like this?
Honestly I think my neighbors actually like being heard through these thin walls
It’s honestly weird. I can hear my neighbors being so loud during their private moments that there’s no way they don’t realize the whole building hears it. Every time it happens I just sit there thinking about it. Do they genuinely not care. Or is being heard actually part of it for them.
I’m not even angry. Just confused. Whenever I remember how thin the walls are I automatically lower my voice or turn the TV down. It’s a reflex. But with them it feels like that switch just doesn’t exist. Maybe some people really move through life without thinking about anyone around them. I honestly don’t know. It definitely makes living here… awkward.
CMV: Delegation is a way of pushing off work bosses don’t want to do to someone else.
I’ve had this feeling for a while (I’m a middle manager at a large retail chain store) and anytime any of us are giving tasks that complete, we come back to our boss sitting in his office playing on his phone.
Even when I’m in the middle of things that need to get done, I’m often met with “this takes priority” or “pull someone else so they can take care of this.”
We’ve talked to him about it and his response is “you don’t know how to delegate tasks properly, it’s not so much that YOU do it, but that it get’s done” which is fine, but when we are running around trying to get things sewed up, I think it’s kind of pointless to hand us something else that he then, in turn, wants us to hand down to someone else.
I’ve stopped seeing delegation as a way to get more things done and just see it as “I don’t want to do this, so I’ll hand this off to someone else under me.”
So I guess I’ll throw it on here for you guys to try and change my view. I can’t sit there and listen to another one of his “you need to delegate better to accomplish more” talk or else I may actually lose it.
CMV: People should stop using the argument that Native Americans should be referred to as members of their tribe instead
A lot of the time, when the argument comes up over what to call people who are descendants of the people who lived in the Americas (and generally who were in the US) before Columbus arrived (I will be referring to these people as Native Americans for simplicity), some people will say that those people should be and prefer to be referred to as members of their tribe. You shouldn't call them Native Americans, or Indigenous Americans, or anything else; you should call them the Navajo people or the Choctaw people.
But I feel this argument is senseless. Native Americans are each part of their own tribal nation, yes. But that doesn't mean using a word to collectively refer to them isn't useful, and that's why people are asking/debating over a term in the first place. Even if a term that fit that criteria would be referring to a highly diverse group of people, we already have and use terms like that for other groups of people. For example, people often use the words "European" and "Asian", even though, like "Native American" and other terms for those people, those words refer to people from many different nations and many different cultures, religions, languages, and ethnicities. Having a
I thought I’d finally figured it out; I suppose I was wrong
I really, really just don’t know. I’m not sure where my head is at, and I’d feel disingenuous saying anything contrary to that. Part of me feels like all of this is part of some plan intended to teach me something, but it’s hard for me (especially me) to believe that without proof.I thought I knew what I wanted.I thought I knew what was in front of me (I was going to say: “thought I knew what I had” but that felt unfair to say/assume).
But the only thing I know now is that I’m more alone than I thought I was.
I guess it might be something similar to, like, how an author might? Or maybe it’s closer to what a reader might feel regarding the one-sidedness of the creator-appreciator relationship.
I know for sure that what I felt before was *not* being “seen” or “felt.”
And when I encountered something else, something intellectually engaging, perhaps I mistook that for what I was specifically thinking about when I said I was “missing something”.
I thought this new thing was what I wanted. But maybe it isn’t?That wouldn’t be anyone's fault but mine for having an expectation of a connection that felt somehow… whole.I still just feel so alone. And everything is so surface-level. It’s a ni
Damn.
I am a 21-year-old male. Last year, I was dating a 20-year-old girl. After a steady 6–7 months of being in a relationship, she suddenly started ignoring me. Later, I found out from her friends that she was meeting a man around 30 years old, whom she was apparently supposed to marry in the future. She never mentioned him to me.
One day, I confronted them at a cafe. She panicked and told him that I was just her FRIEND. After that, we obviously broke up. She tried to contact me multiple times afterward, but I turned her down every time. They got married last November, and here I am, still thinking about it and crying, wondering what I did wrong.
This was my very first relationship. I am also an overweight guy, and I struggle with social anxiety, which affects me a lot especially when it comes to relationships and self-worth.
P.S. This is my first and last Reddit post.
Cya.
As a child, I watched my father insert a tube of blood into his arm to pass a parental DNA test. I found my alleged half
I distinctly remember the tourniquette and him screaming at me to get out of the bathroom after he saw me watching him try to insert the thing in his arm. I remember the day he went to take the test he wore a sweater which he never wore before and I asked him why he was wearing it and he picked me up and threw me against a wall, he got so angry at me questioning him.
After my mom died, I found that all these years she held on to court summons for my father that looks like it has blood stains in it. I looked up the child's name on the paternity claim and found them on facebook, now an adult, and they are just a few years older than me and they look just like me.
When she was alive, it drove my mom crazy that she couldnt "prove" my father had fathered this kid and she drank herself to homelessness and death. My father is living well and just bought a 3.5 million dollar home without even having sold the home he was living in. I tried reaching out to my alleged half sister but never heard back.
As far as I'm concerned, I don't have a younger sibling anymore
(Reposting because I didn't see the rules verification thing the first time. Sorry!)
Contrary to popular belief, being raised in close proximity does not, in fact, inspire loyalty among siblings.
You have alliances, quid pro quo arrangements where you'll lie for them, but only if they'll lie for you in return. Times when the risks of getting caught are outweighed by the rewards of the plan succeeding, and times where you can't convince them to do that, even if you paid them a million dollars. Times where they'll blackmail you with a secret to get you to do something for them, and times where you'll shamelessly spend your own blackmail to get out of trouble by redirecting your parent's anger.
Maybe it's dysfunctional. Maybe it's not. But that's how it's always worked for us. Turns out, when you put three teenagers with different personalities in the same space, and expect them to play nice all the time, they kind of start to hate eachother at times. Who would've guessed?
The older brother eats my food from the fridge. The younger brother steals a game from my room. I rat the older out for breaking the parental controls on our laptops, and the younger for being the cause of the scorc
I thought I’d finally figured it out; I suppose I was wrong
I really, really just don’t know. I’m not sure where my head is at, and I’d feel disingenuous saying anything contrary to that. Part of me feels like all of this is part of some plan intended to teach me something, but it’s hard for me (especially me) to believe that without proof.I thought I knew what I wanted.I thought I knew what was in front of me (I was going to say: “thought I knew what I had” but that felt unfair to say/assume).
But the only thing I know now is that I’m more alone than I thought I was.
I guess it might be something similar to, like, how an author might? Or maybe it’s closer to what a reader might feel regarding the one-sidedness of the creator-appreciator relationship.
I know for sure that what I felt before was *not* being “seen” or “felt.”
And when I encountered something else, something intellectually engaging, perhaps I mistook that for what I was specifically thinking about when I said I was “missing something”.
I thought this new thing was what I wanted. But maybe it isn’t?That wouldn’t be anyone's fault but mine for having an expectation of a connection that felt somehow… whole.I still just feel so alone. And everything is so surface-level. It’s a ni
Birthday ideas and gift ideas for wife when it’s always around Christmas
I feel bad for people whose birthday is around Christmas. If you have a birthday around that time, do you feel like you get shafted in your birthday? My wife birthday is around Christmas and I’m always struggling not only to get a gift but do something to celebrate her day. When that week and prior week is always so busy already with Christmas parties and then New Years. I struggled with this, this past year and want to get better for her in the future years. Any ideas or thoughts? Do I skip a family Christmas to do something just for us? Do I celebrate had birthday instead, but is that fair? Any advice or thoughts on subject would be highly appreciated!
I have been worrying about AI making us obsolete but I realized something that gave me hope
I have been going down the rabbit hole lately reading everything I can about Artificial Super Intelligence. Honestly it started to terrify me. We are building minds that will eventually be a billion times faster and more knowledgeable than us. It made me ask the question a lot of us are probably thinking. If the machine can do everything better than us like writing and coding and reasoning then what is the point of us? Do we even matter anymore?
I am a researcher at heart so I tried to look at this logically. And I hit a realization that actually gave me a lot of hope. I wanted to share it here in case anyone else is feeling that existential dread.
We are confusing intelligence with consciousness.
We have built a silicon brain that can process information at the speed of light. It is an optimization engine. It can simulate a symphony or model a cure for disease or generate a poem. But there is zero evidence that it experiences any of it.
Think of it this way. We have built the ultimate race car. It is faster than any human could ever run. It is stronger. It is perfect. But a car has no desire to drive itself. It feels no thrill of speed. It has no fear of crashing. It has no destin
Finding the right people is really hard.
I joined a group of people who get together to make art for a number of reasons. One is because I can be very shy but I love art and enjoy making and showing it. The other reason is because I very few friends in the area and felt like it would be a great way to meet like-minded people who share similar interests. At one of their get-togethers last night the few people I enjoy talking to, and who run the group mentioned that they haven't been to the art museum in years. So, because today is an unusually warm day I sent both a message in a group text asking if they would like to go to the museum with me and check out a few works they said they would like to see. Of course they ghosted me. They didn't even have enough courtesy to say "maybe next time."
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