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.
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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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