This happened over 15 years ago, but I had some Oreos today and remembered this random thing, so thought I’d share.

I worked at a check processing place, and every morning I would have a cup of coffee and a package of cookies - either Famous Amos or a little 6-pack of Oreos. Breakfast of champions. One morning, one of my coworkers gave me a package of Oreos, since she’d bought one too many from the vending machine.

Great, thanks! I opened it up, and twisted the cookies apart as normal. She gave me the MOST stunned and disgusted look. “WHAT are you DOING???”

“Eating… a cookie?”

“Why did you DO that to it?”

I laughed a little, because at this time I’m assuming it’s just cultural differences, but not understanding how frustrated she is (she was new to the US - had come about 5 years before). I said, “This is how you eat Oreos!”

“No!”

Laughing again. “Yes, they have commercials and every-“

“I’m NEVER buying you Oreos again!!”

👀 “O… kaaay.” I resumed eating my cookies as usual, while she seethed in her seat because she thinks you’re supposed to just bite into Oreos unedited.

Idk if it’s a thing in your state or not, but growing up in Georgia, everyone used the “chinese middle finger”. I only remembered about all of this because my son just told me that the neighbors kid told him that the chinese middle finger is the pinky. 😅

In 2004, I started kindergarten and barely knew any english. The first few days I had to sit in seat 4 on the bus by myself. Two - three days later I was assigned seat 9 with 5th graders. They talked to me and basically took me under their wing for that year. LOL One of them asked me where I’m from and I literally don’t know what i said to her. However she assumed I was from China. —I’m Vietnamese. One day, she asked me if I knew what the middle finger is and i said yes, cus I’ve seen my father use it before and he would tell me it’s a bad word. 🤷🏻‍♀️ She then proceeded to ask me if there’s a “Chinese Middle finger” and i literally told her I didn’t understand and she spread her hand out and asked “which finger is China’s bad finger?” I just chose the closest finger to me which was her pinky and went with it. The entire year she started “Flipping” everybody off with a pinky and said “It’s the chinese middle finger, the little chinese girl can confirm”.

Kinda pointless. —Also tried to google research it and couldn’t try to pin down the “origin.” But i’m 99.999999999999% sure I am the origin.

I was waiting in line at the local farm store to pay for the pet wash with my hound that I adopted in April. We had just come from the park, and she had her little rain jacket on. A man two customers behind me goes, “Excuse me, whats’s your dog’s name?”

I told him and asked him if he recognized her, because I adopted her from the local shelter. He told me she used to be his son’s dog.

I was flabbergasted, but also sort of excited, and asked if he’d like to come say hi. He looked very nervous and was standing behind the back of the check-out desk so that my dog couldn’t see, saying “I don’t know.” I could tell if I stood there for much longer he was going to burst into tears. So I told him if he changed his mind he could come over to the pet wash to chat. But he didn’t.

I wish I had gotten a chance to talk to him and tell him how loved and cared for she is. There’s so much good I could have told him. But it looked like it was hard enough for him to see her for just that one second.

When I was in college I created an imaginary friend. It started when roommates left and we went from 4 people to a room to two. We tried taking the bunk beds apart, but was told it was a fire hazard to do so rolls eyes so I fixed up the top bunk with my extra sheets and created an imaginary friend named Rainbow. It creeped my roommate out so she would leave and I’d basically have the room to myself.

I started my job last year in September as a janitor and I'm a really quiet person at work. I didn't really know anyone so whenever Christmas came around and the office had a gift exchange I didn't really expect to get anything...well the security guard gave me a purple Yeti cup. I was so happy about it because I didn't expect to get one and it really made my day and honestly it made the rest of the year so enjoyable. I don't really use it all to often but when I do I use it to shake my hand warmers so they can work. I have a really hard time shaking them so they turn hot so I put them in the cup and shake it. This truck has never failed. I love my Yeti cup

So first, a little background. I was born with a craniofacial defect that left me without ear canals. The rest of my ear is fine, however I'm almost completely deaf because there's no way for the sound to get where it needs to be. So, I've worn hearing-aids my entire life. When I was little, the only option available was a bone-conductor headband that only allowed me to hear with one ear. Now I have BAHA implants, but here's the thing, human ears don't actually pick up sound at the same time. One ear naturally picks up sound a split second before the other, it's how we orient ourselves in space and how we're able to tell which direction a sound is coming from.

Now, a person with normal hearing won't ever notice this. But someone who has spent their whole life only able to hear with one ear will notice a slight echo and it's disorienting and unpleasant, so for most of my life I've only worn one of my implants. But, a couple months ago, I decided that I really wanted to try adapting to wearing both.

This is not fun. This is not fun at all. You see, my brain never actually learned how to use the sensory input it gets from hearing with both ears. It instinctively knows it is information, but it has no idea what to do with it, leading to headaches, dizziness, and disorientation. (Quick disclaimer I also have pretty severe sensory issues so it probably isn't as uncomfortable for everyone).

HOWEVER. I pushed through the discomfort and tried my best to force myself to adapt, and today, when I called my cat for her dinner, I heard her meow back, and I knew where she was. She was in the closet in the room we use for storage. For the actual first time in my life, I heard a sound and knew where it was coming from, and y'all there are no words to describe the sheer elation I'm feeling right now. I'm literally teaching myself a whole new sense and it's working, and I am over the fucking moon right now.

I wonder what it's like to have friends t eet up at lunch.. to take pictures of you while you are posing to have people just pick you up to "go out on the town" ..I just wish life wasn't so boring and lonely

This happened in the early 90s I think.

My grandpa lived alone after grandma died. One uncle and family lived next door. My uncle Randy lived a few miles away.

My grandpa got up around 5 when the paper arrived. This one morning on his way to get the paper, he fell down the stairs and ripped his scalp open. He held paper towels on his wounds to stop the bleeding, then took Polaroid pictures of the carnage. My grandpa took Polaroid pictures of everything all the time.

Three or four hours later, my Uncle Randy arrived and found grandpa reading the newspaper at the table, bloody paper towels stuck to his head.

Grandpa told him what happened and Randy asked why he didn't call Mike who lived right next door? Grandpa's answer, i didn't want to bother anyone. So Randy took hin to the ER.

This is a legendary story in my family.

I'm in a neighboring town and while there decided to stop for coffee.

While in there ordering my drink I noticed a lady on her phone doing her thing. She had on a Patagonia puffy vest. Northface and Xero shoes.

I am very much into hiking and recently single. Also while not socially inept at times some things do pass me.

Anyway I approached and thinking she to was a hiker asked if there were any trails around this particular town or if she preferred the local state park.

She barely looked up and not even actually at me but to the side of me. Commenting "You literally couldn't afford me." She was back at her phone before she had finished the comment.

Now honestly I did not immediately take this as what it actually was. I misinterpreted the information.

I politely apologized saying "I didn't realize you were a working girl." As I am walking away I am trying to understand a couple of things.

For one why would an escort be in this little town.

Second why dress in outdoors gear.

I made about three steps before she got up saying "Did you just call me a whore?"

""No I thought you were an escort" I replied.

She got really mad. Started going off on me.

I explained that no initially I thought she was an outdoorsy type person. It was only when she inferred she had a price that I thought otherwise. While I've never had business with escorts I have had conversation with them in the past.

After a bit more banter I felt the conversation was pointless, my drink was ready.

So the lady who made my drink was red faced laughing at the ordeal.

Anyway it's been 10 years since I've last been single and it just feels like I'm off to a stellar start.

Working my retail cashier job this time of year reminds me of an odd comedic experience I had around this time last year. I had at least two customers that I can distinctly recall, possibly 3 or 4, wish me a "Happy Hanukkah". For context, I'm Irish-American and Christian, so "Happy Hanukkah" doesn't exactly apply to me, and I was baffled as to why they thought it might. The town I live in does not have a sizable Jewish population either.

Ultimately though, I just rolled with it! I figured, good wishes are good wishes and I'll take any positivity I can get! So I just smiled and thanked them.

So, this happened a few weeks ago, and I still cringe thinking about it. I was at the mall waiting for a friend, and I saw someone who looked exactly like her from behind—same hair, same jacket, same bag. Naturally, I ran up and gave her a big hug, saying, “Finally! You’re late!” Yeah, it wasn’t my friend. The woman turned around with the most confused (and slightly terrified) look on her face while I stood there, frozen, realizing my mistake. I immediately let go and blurted out, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I thought you were someone else!” She just nodded and walked away, probably thinking I’m a total weirdo. To make it worse, my actual friend showed up two minutes later and couldn’t stop laughing when I told her.

We order our groceries online and pick them up at the store. Last week we made a big order for the week and included all the thanksgiving related items. They sent us a few notifications about some out of stocked items and possible substitutions.

We pick up the groceries, bring them home and put them away as anyone would do. A few days later and we are preparing Thanksgiving dinner. I’m preparing the stuffing and there is no celery or carrots in the fridge. This leads to a conversation between the wife and I about where they were. We also noticed the cranberries and acorn squash we ordered are no where to be found. Leads to checking everywhere, the fridge again, the garage.

“maybe you forgot a bag in the trunk of the car”

“maybe they were out of them”

“how could they be out of carrots”

Annoyance all around.

Leads to another grocery store run, get the missing items. Finish dinner. All good.

Thanksgiving evening after all is said and done. About to head off to bed and we get an email from the grocery store apologizing for forgetting a few bags and refunding the cost. My wife and I had a good laugh about it and joked that Safeway could have ruined our marriage lol.

Im a cashier at a small gas station in Northern MN. Last week I rang up Benedict Cumberbatch for one item. The only thing I could think to say was $4.99. His total. He was very polite and kind. He paid with cash and left. I’ve been crushing on him for quite some time, so needless to say, the encounter made my day.

My sister is 3 years older than me. When we were young kids, we mostly got along quite good, but when my sister was around 13 and 14 years old (and I was 10 and 11), our relationship got complicated. In that age, were fighting more than ever - mostly for no reason. She was constantly around me, and used each opportunity to tease me.

You must know that I was unsatisfied with myself, because I was very short for my age. But my sister has always been tall, and in age of 14 she was already grown-out. To that time, I narrowly reached her shoulder. I absolutely envied her for her height.

So she was often calling me names like shorty, dwarf etc., and she was babying me a lot, because she knew that I absolutely hated it. Head patting, nose rubbing, kissing on cheek, talking in baby voice etc. This drove the hell out of me.

But on the other hand, no matter how angry I was on her, after a short time everything was forgotten and we were acting as best friends. We also spent a lot of time together where we just hang out, were playfully wrestling, having fun, playing games, had our insider jokes and could talk about everything. When I had a problem I first came to her. And when I had an argument with my parents, she always was "on my side" and was defending me.

There is one moment from that time that stayed on my mind and it illustrates my

ambivalent feelings for her perfectly. There was one evening in that age when I

was alone with her in her room. I was standing next to her, and we were comparing our height. “Why are you so tall?”, I asked her in an envious voice.

What she replied sarcastically with “Why are you so tiny”, and was patting my

head. I felt sad and looked on the ground. Then, she grabbed my face that I had

to look into her eyes, was bending down to me and said “Why are you so sweet”,

and gave me a peck on my lips.

Right after that moment, I was stunned and didn’t know to react. She never has done that before. Of course, she kissed me various times on my cheeks, in a joking manner, but on lips was something completely different for me. I just was looking stupidly in her face, while she was smiling. There were so many different feelings inside me at the same time. On one hand I was angry on her, because she knew that I even didn’t like being kissed on cheeks, and on lips is way more than that. I also felt sad at the same time, because she is still “the bigger one” and there’s nothing I could do about. But on the other hand, I couldn't be angry on her: This time it didn't feel like she wanted to tease me - it felt like if she honestly wanted to show me affection. Not knowing how to react, I was just staring at her while she was just smiling.

Unfortunately I can’t remember what happened next. Perhaps we just changed the topic. We never talked about this afterwards, and she also never did it again, and everything went on just normal.

When my sister turned 15, she came to a new school. Soon she found different friends, started to wear different clothes, was mainly interested in parties and spending time at the computer. More and more stopped spending time together. At this time I didn’t care much about it. Somehow I also was glad that she stopped teasing and constantly being around me. Mostly she was very grumpy to me, but in company of her friends she was overly-happy. In social media she presented herself as the ultimate party girl. It was just like she would be a different person.

Now as an aduIt, I see our relationship in a different light. We never talked about her kiss and I still don't know why she did that, and even if she can remember it. But today I think that she wanted to show me her honest affection. From that view, I regret that I didn’t appreciate these times. They will never come again, but these memories stay in my heart forever.

Yesterday I was at a candy store, and I saw crystallized pineapple. Since I can associate most things with Harry Potter, I thought “haha, Professor Slughorn likes crystallized pineapple. I haven’t had it in a while, I’ll get some.” I didn’t end up eating it yesterday, so I was planning to eat it today.

Today’s entry on my Harry Potter page-a-day calendar: “Professor Slughorn’s favorite sweet is crystallized pineapple.”

We've had some wine. I'm hoping he doesn't start arguing with random people the way he lent out the passenger's window & started slagging off some sheila that'd had gone into a guy's arse outside of Westfields.

I just heard "promoted. That's a fookin advert" so fingers crossed I've done my duties as a master to my student...

My dell desktop, with a wireless mouse and keyboard, as well as my 29 inch tv as a Large monitor! When I sit here sometimes for hours, I really look forward to typing on my keayboard and just starring at the large monitor!

I met some friends for drinks this evening. I am traveling for Thanksgiving and am in a neighborhood I used to be familiar with but am not anymore.

There is a combination arcade/bar downtown that I remembered being pretty fun. It turns out they now run an open mic night on Fridays. I usually avoid places with open mic nights, especially when I’m meeting up to socialize with people, so we can hear each other.

We were meeting in a busy Black Friday shopping area so decided to try making the place work rather than trying our luck on the crowded street.

It ended up being just fine! Some of the acts were actually quite good.

Back in the mid-1980s, I had a boss that was a real neat freak. We had these big, black corporate rugs that, as the owner, he bought and put them on top of the low-pile carpet in various places. He liked them because they had our company logo on them.

Because they were black, they'd show any kind of fuzz or dirt or whatever on them. If he saw that, he would go around and bend over and pick up the little pieces of stuff to make them look all perfectly clean. I watched him do this, at least 5 times a day. It got to be sort of funny because you could just count on him doing it. (He didn't really have anything else to do, basically we did all the work while he stood around and looked important or bugged us.)

I told one of my work-mates about this and she didn't believe me. So I wadded up a super-tiny piece of paper and threw it on the rug, right in the middle. Then we surreptitiously watched the area while we worked.

Sure enough, within about 20 minutes, here he comes. Of course, he spotted it right away and picked it up and went on his merry way. My co-worker was laughing her ass off.

So, from that day onward, we'd make little tiny pieces of fuzz or paper and throw them around the office and watch him go around like a human Roomba and pick up the little stuff from the rug. It cracked us up and was a fun way to pass the time. We did other things, too, but that was the one that made us laugh the hardest.

An hour ago, my mother and I were discussing jobs and school, as we often do. She repeated something she always says, and at one point, I responded with "I know." In hindsight, it felt arrogant compared to how I actually feel about the topic. I wonder if my tone made it clear that I was just responding out of habit to her repeating the same point—it seemed somewhat convincing.

Edit:Later, several minutes afterward, it sounded like my dad said the word "stupid" while talking to my mom. He might have been eavesdropping since the door was open, but I can’t say for sure.

I heard the ringtone before entering my room. After closing the door behind me, I heard a knock and assumed it was my father based on the sound outside. He thought my mother was in the room, as she had been there earlier, and mentioned something about the ringtone coming from her phone. I had the thought to glance toward the phone on my right side since my mother’s room is in that direction. However, I felt like my eyes weren’t properly aligned for a quick look, which made me tense up the upper part of my face. When I looked at my father, he didn’t seem to notice, or at least I think he didn’t.

A few days ago, my friends and I got home after seeing Wicked. We spent about an hour in the car just talking about the various themes that we noticed and how it parallels real life. We noticed it was getting really late, so we got out the car to say bye. When we got out, I pointed out Mars, Jupiter, and Orion’s belt (consequently Orion). My friends went “wow!! I get why you’re so obsessed with stars now / I’ve never seen them so clearly in an urban area.” Just those types of comments!

Anyways, that got me talking about how I saw the Milky Way an hour away from the city with little light pollution. My friend then asked how we can see the Milky Way if we’re in it. I said that’s a good question- bUT i think of it this way. The Milky Way is like a tree, and where we are, we’re on one branch on one side of the tree. When we look up and see the Milky Way, we’re looking towards the other branches. She went “ohhhh that makes sense.” I ended with “honestly I could be wrong though.” Then we went our separate ways home.

It just occurred to me to double check what I thought, and google said, “The short answer. What we see when we look up at the night sky is a view of the Milky Way galaxy edge-on, from inside of it, making it appear as a band of light because the galaxy is a disk-like shape. From our vantage point, we can never see the entirety of the Milky Way galaxy.”

So basically, I think I’m mostly right. And I wanted to share the story / my analogy.

I (f) was in a mutual love with this boy when we were both in kindergarten and this love lasted through first grade. I finally was allowed to have him over for a playdate and boy was I excited.

All for the excitement to be ripped away from me when my love went to the restroom and never came back. Traumatized and abandoned, I searched my parents home and found him playing video games with my brother. I tried time after time again to get him to play with me, to no avail. I even tried to join in on the video games and was kicked out.

I was heartbroken and felt the rage of betrayal set over me. I didn’t talk to my brother for a week.

This was over 20 years ago but the resentment still remains

When I was 10 I was sent orienteering (leaving children in the forest with a map and a compass) and I took the opportunity to find fun sticks. I saw this really cool wavy stick I wanted and when I went to pick it up it slithered away.

It was a weird flight anyway (14 hours day flight Hong Kong to London) and this particular airline crew just feeds us and shuts off the lights for 10 hours no matter what time it is either at landing or takeoff: they just don't want the aggro? Anyway I guess it sent this woman a bit crazy because she opened her window blind AND WOULD NOT CLOSE IT. The sun was really bright and the crew's cunning plan backfired as they had a cabin full of people who had been in darkness for ever and were acting like vampires exposed to garlic and sun. So they gave us cookies and eyemasks to calm us down.

So yeah the title says it all. I had my first kiss a few days ago and I still cannot stop thinking about it. The guy is very experienced btw while I was a nervous wreck. I probably kissed bad or good idk but he seemed into it. I wouldn’t lie and say the kiss was too dreamy, because at the moment I was hyperaware of everything but now as days and hours pass I am left with this funny feeling in my stomach and I want it to happen again but I doubt I am going to meet him again since he lives in another city and left already. He did want me to go to his place with him but I said No because I am not ready for so much in one day, it was a bit overwhelming. I almost cried a little after the kiss because I couldn’t believe I did it and i also felt a little gross and also proud i did it. so many mixed emotions basically. idk whats next since i dont actively seek out people to meet or date as I like meaningful connections. I know he will eventually forget me because i will be just another date for him but for me i would never forget him. Oh and he is so fucking hot.

I told my friend about it and i regret telling her because she said I turned him off by refusing to go to his place.

Edit: He keeps trying to initiate horny texts so I m going to ghost. I really am not ready chat. I said something wholesome about doing the date thing again and he ignored that and went straight to typical ‘send pic’ text ifyk

It being Black Friday meant Walmart was packed and I was just grocery shopping. Long lines and no self check out. This man was just buying food like me. His card was declined multiple times, now I was trapped in a sea of shoppers. I leaned in and said I will pay and glanced to be sure it was just food stuffs. 60$. He tried to give me some cash but I declined. He thanked me and left. I’ve done this before. Paid for others food, always mothers or fathers trying to buy food. But this time I just did this to get out of this store and not to be kind to strangers. I was actually frustrated. Now I feel awful for what I did. Thank you for listening.

Living with my roommate in a big city, my rent + bills have been $625 per month. My roomie is moving out to live with their partner so I will be renting the apartment alone as I don’t want a new roommate, so my rent will be $1,625 ish + bills.

That’s quite an increase, but honestly, I don’t really care! Maybe it’s the antidepressants talking; but I don’t really have an opinion on it. I’ll just work more _(”,)_/ a lot more, but it’s just life, I don’t mind.., I like my 9-5, I love my 5-9, working on my goals, and doing my thing. And I’ll be living alone like I’ve always wanted.

Earlier today, while I was on the toilet, I couldn’t even manage to write a single sentence on ChatGPT. I already knew it would take me a long time to get my thoughts down, but I went ahead anyway. At least when I was done, I got to clean my tablet and put it away. 🤔 This might have been the first time I brought the tablet in specifically to use ChatGPT—such an unnecessary memory to create.

Because of the holiday I decided to splurge and get croissants and prosciutto - yum.

My mother loved good bread and nicely salty charcuterie. She'd sit on the sofa in the family room while watching the news and eat by tearing off a piece of bread and a bit of ham or Genoa salami, bit by bit, til only crumbs were left. She loved her breakfast with a big cafe con leche to accompany it.

Today I found myself on the living room sofa, with a cafe con leche by my side, getting my news from reddit, and tearing off bits of croissant to wrap bits of prosciutto in. There are only crumbs left on the plate.