I love telling people the truth. If they got hurt from it, it’s just bonus for me.

Truth is truth. Facts are facts. Both of them are objective. Feelings are not facts. It can be valid, but it won’t change the truth. The more hurtful people feel from the truth, the more I enjoy telling it.

I first discovered this feeling from about a decade ago. My friend was really into this one korean actor, and one day this Korean actor got married and my friend got so sad she cried. Then I proceed to say that it’s not like she has any chance with him. He doesn’t even know she existed. Plus, even if he does, what does she have at all to get him? Nothing.

When I told her that, she got so mad and screamed at me saying things like “No he’s my husband how dare you say I’m nothing” and bla bla bla. At that moment, I feel pure happiness from her reaction to the truth. She’s denying the obvious objective truth. So I keep on telling to the point she left screaming.

Since then, I enjoy doing that. I became extremely honest to everyone. Be it about a problem, about themselves, about their attitude, etc. I long as its the truth, I’ll say it. If they accept it, they’ll learn. If they deny and get angry from it, I’ll enjoy that moment. Huge win win for me.

And nothing can make me stop. I’ve received so much truth about myself from others as so called “payback”. Like people say I’m arrogant, I’m heartless, I’m so full of myself, and of course, a sadist. They think it’s gonna hurt me saying all that hahahahahaha. I wasn’t even mad or hurt like duh it is true. I am all of those things hahahahhaha. Plus it’s fair, go ahead and do the same to me.

With this ability, I managed to filter who’s real and who’s fake. Those who left are extremely fake. Those who stayed, they told me that although my words hurt when I told them the truth about themselves, it shows that I’m real and just wants the best for them. It’s because of me they learn and grow from it. And that too, makes me happy.

Most people just love to deny the truth. I’m just saying, if I say the Sun is hot, you can deny it, you can be angry at me about it, you can feel sad, you can cry, and you can go insane all you want.

Regardless of what you feel or what you do, the Sun will continue to be hot. And that’s a fact you can’t change

Stop living in your delusional world. Wake the f up

I got fired for “attitude”

So I’ve been working this job for a while, maybe a bit under 5 months. I’ve had no issues with the job, been told I do great by management, am liked by customers, etc.

I’ve been talked to about an issue once, which I can easily explain away as a miscommunication or misunderstanding; basically I didn’t know who the owner was and that pissed him off.

Not that I was rude to him at all! My manager even ended that conversation thanking me for being mature and not taking anything personally about the interaction.

This, I can’t help but take a little personally. I got fired for picking up my water bottle.

Let me explain, I had worked a shift, went home, and was on my way out the door somewhere, when I realized I had packed everything I needed except my water bottle, which I had left at work.

No biggie, I live nearby, but still, I’m running late now, so I come back, walk in, not even into the back, reach over the front desk/counter, grab my water bottle.

I can see my fellow workers helping customers, and as I said, I was in a bit of a hurry, didn’t want to stay and chat for 15 minutes as I had just gotten off, didn’t want to disturb anyone, so I just picked it up, waved it a bit, to say “hey, I just came for this, goodnight,” whatever right?

Swear to god I was in the store for less than a MINUTE. I didn’t walk in with a scary or intimidating look on my face or anything, I’m a small female, I don’t look physically intimidating, ever.

When I’m mad I don’t express being mad, when I’m mad, I just don’t go out of my way to be nice or say hi to everyone I see. I wasn’t rude, I didn’t really say anything, like I said, was in there for less than a minute.

So I was getting ready for my shift yesterday, maybe an hour before, and my manager texts me, hey, can I call in 10 minutes for a quick chat? Sure, why not.

She tells me there was someone in the store during that quick less than a minute who knows management who reported me for “attitude.” Her hands are tied she says. I’ll get paid for this and next week but don’t have to show up.

So yeah. I got fired for “attitude.” I think I’m still in a bit of shock to be honest.

A netizen shared how he was “warned” about his grandfather’s impending death when he was a kid.

Here is the story

When I was 11, I live with two sisters and my grandpa. My mother just gave us zero fucks and kinda moved elsewhere with her ex.

It was around 3a.m., and I got up to get some water. Just for picture, one of my living room walls was almost completely taken by the window, which let some street lights to get in.

When I was going back to my room, I went through the living room and saw someone very tall and very thin, as my grandpa, standing in front of the window.

The thing is: it had no features. It was like a silhouette cut from the background, just black. I ran to my room in panic.

A week later, when I got up in the morning, I found my grandpa laying on the bathroom floor. He had a stroke.

The doctors said he had it around 3a.m. Exactly a week after I saw the shadow. My grandpa never woke up. He died about two weeks later.

Just for additional facts, maybe just coincidences: it was August 17, 2003. It was my sister’s birthday. And exact nine years later I had my son.

Netizens’ comments

• That’s both creepy and sad at the same time. I’m sorry for you and your family for losing someone like that. The date thing is really spooky though

• Sounds like you saw his spirit! Or something like it since time doesn’t really exist after you cross over, at least not how the human mind comprehends time. I really believe that important dates in families are so significant that is so interesting that your son was born on that same exact day out of 365 others. My grandmother died on my first birthday.

I found out I was the other woman

When I (53w) was 36, I met a man who completely swept me off my feet. I’m talking poetry, little thoughtful handmade gifts, intense make-out sessions,and amazing in the bedroom.

He told me he loved me after one month and said he’d never felt like this about anyone before.

In the beginning he told me he had just broken up with his girlfriend of 7 years.

Her name was Jennifer, and he has a tattoo with her name on it. My name is also Jennifer and we kind of made a joke about him only dating Jennifers.

I expressed concern about being the rebound girl, but our feelings were so intense I chose to ignore that. About 6 months in, and after ignoring some red flags about his whereabouts sometimes, I got a call.

“Hello, is this Jennifer?” “Yes, who is this?” “This is Jennifer, Sean’s girlfriend.” “But I’m Sean’s girlfriend!” “I’m letting you know that we got back together 3 months ago and he’s been cheating on me and you with each other”.

Her and I talked for an hour and I found out that he would text me from her bed while she was showering after f-ing.

We compared notes and discovered many times when we both f-ed with him on the same day. There were times she gave him oral after he had been with me without showering in between.

At this point, he was working on a company project and was gone for three months. She stopped answering his calls and so did I.

She invited me to meet up. While we were sitting together, our phones were ringing non-stop. He would call hers, and then mine. Over and over and over.

Finally, I answered her phone.

“Hello, Sean. This is Jennifer. Did you want to speak to other Jennifer? She’s right here.”

You could hear his shock over the phone. We both told him to go f himself.

I was heartbroken, of course, but more than that I was angry and humiliated. That was what hurt the most for me. That I had been duped. That he played me for a fool.

Unfortunately for her, they got back together and ended up having a child together. She already had two children from her previous relationship to him.

Skip to 10 years later, I’m creeping her Facebook account and see that they are no longer together and she hates him.

I PMd her. We messaged back and forth for a while. She told me how lucky I was to have dodged that bullet. He had another woman the whole time they were living together raising their daughter.

She finally kicked him to the curb but will be forever forced to deal with him as a co-parent.

My drunk boss admitted to an affair with my late husband.

To start off, me (28F) and my boss (30M) had a fairly close relationship. We would regularly go out to pubs or football games when we weren’t working together. I had a lot of respect for him but that all changed after one stupid night.

My boss, Luca, and I went out to a pub a few nights ago as he was trying to get my mind off the fact it was my late husband, James’s, supposed to be birthday.

Luca and I were talking about some great memories of when me James and Luca would go out. I could have never prepared myself for what I was going to hear next.

Luca turned around to me and asked if he could tell me something he’s been trying to keep from me for over 5 years.

I shake my hand in front of me as to say ‘go ahead.’ As I am swirling my straw around my cup listening to him stutter explaining that he was finding it difficult to say.

Luca then finally spits it out. “After you and James got married, we was talking by the bar and, well, we got to know each other pretty quickly. I passed over my number to him and we continued to talk.

At first it was maybe once a week if that, than it quickly progressed to everyday. I began to fall in love with him and he began to love me too.”

My heart dropped and I stood up to walk out, so many questions spun round my mind but the only one I could muster out was “Did you sleep together?”

I see Luca’s head nod up and down and I instantly walk out. Now i’m sitting at home writing this wondering what to do.

I have been back to work and it’s been a few days. He keeps trying to text me and call me. He even showed up to my house, luckily I was shopping and couldn’t answer the door as I wasn’t home, What do you think I should do now?

First run in with Singaporean “gangsters”

So I have been in Singapore for about a year so far. My social circle consists of expats, fellow foreign students and a few Singaporean classmates I’m chill with. So I’m not exposed to locals who are uneducated or just straight up stupid. This isn’t a hate post, I love y’all, I love how safe this country is.

Anyway, today, I had my first run in with local “gangsters”. I was at the train station and walked passed a 3 guys when suddenly one of them yelled “bang my brother aaah?”. Now I grew up in LA so i thought he was asking if I nailed his brother, to which I responded furrowing my brows in confusion saying “i don’t swing that way.”

The “gangster” then asked me if I’m “trying to be funny” and some other stuff I just couldn’t understand. His accent and grammar was just incomprehensible to me. So I asked him “do you need time to construct a sentence in your head before saying it? I can’t understand a word you’re saying”

Long story short, he got up in my face and asked if I have a problem, now I’m 27, i’ve spent 4 years in the military, having deployed to Afghanistan 3 times. I grew up in LA where I was exposed to real violence and street gangs locals here can’t begin to comprehend. So obviously this clown wasn’t scaring me one bit.

I said to him calmly “you’re looking like you’re in your late 30s. Nobody impressed. Just walk away, don’t give me a reason to take what little you have. There are 3 cameras pointing right at us. You wanna be hardcore go ahead hit me”

His friend starts saying some things in mandarin convinces him to walk away but as he walked away he starts insulting me in some dialect I can’t understand.

Majority of Singaporeans I’ve met are educated and courteous. These dudes just had me laughing on my way back to class.

My question is how do chill Singaporeans deal with losers like that?

I’m a 31 year old guy I have a 4, almost 5 year old child.

Unplanned child. Supportive families. Financially stable. Home owners. Healthy relationship. Since had a vasectomy.

Almost since the day my child was born I knew this wasn’t for me. I’ve tried, I have truly tried to enjoy it, to be a good parent and to support my child.

She has a good life, has everything she needs and wants(without spoiling her). I’m strict with very few rules, just listen and be honest. She doesn’t listen. She is honest. She refuses to listen to most of what myself and my partner say to her. Pick up X, – “no”. Not hard requests at all but she will point blank refuse. This is one of the very few examples, I’m not going to post all of her bad behavior this post isn’t about that.

She is horrible to the both of us for no reason. Genuinely horrible. I can tell my partner doesn’t like being a parent either, she hasn’t directly said that but I know. I’ve told her I hate it, everything about it. Less freedom, less money, less social time with others and as a couple. Stress. The stress is unreal. I have never really felt real, heart-weaking stress until she was born but it is now relentless. Some days I cannot stand to be around her, her voice will stress me out, the constant moaning, whinging, needing, crying and sass.

I appreciate and understand your child needs your love and support and that’s why we both give that. If we were cruel parents I’d somewhat understand her behavior but – and it may not sound like it given this post – we are good parents. I’d never take away her childhood or purposely upset her, I understand how that can change a child.

If it was my choice I’d never see her again. Harsh I know, possibly unforgivable. I would never leave or put her into care, I know how unfair that is, she isn’t doing this on purpose, she doesn’t know the pain she causes.

But honestly, I hate being a parent. I’d do anything to have my old life back, the one where we had freedom, was happy and enjoyed waking up each morning and always looking forward to the next day. Monday is now better than Saturday for us as it’s quiet in the house, we can have a conversation without the ‘noise’, the absolute constant ‘noise’ of it all.

We have support, my parents have her some weekends and her partners too. We have breaks from her but it’s never enough, it doesn’t undo what we have to go back to.

Also, I understand a lot of children are probably like this and others may feel the same. Some parents have it a lot harder than I do and I sympathise. I truly do. I understand my situation really is not that bad in sight of the rest of the world. But I hate it, I cannot stand it. I’m no longer the happy individual I was, I’m miserable inside.

I share my emotion, I’ve broken down in front of my parent and parents separately, I don’t keep it in. 99% of the time I keep it positive, you have to. The situation is what it is, I can’t change it.

I’ve tried a lot to change how I feel, I do not like feeling like this. I wish I wanted her by my side 247, I honestly do, this isn’t a nice feeling and I don’t want any sympathy.

I don’t think I will ever enjoy being a parent, maybe when she grows into a nicer individual and starts to understand life more. A part of me knows it will get better. But I hate this. I absolutely hate how I feel about life.

I think getting this off my chest has helped? I’ve expressed this before but not publicly. Thanks for listening I suppose?

(20f) he left (20m) right after we fked

hey, i just need more input on a situation that happened to me 2 weeks ago.

so i was on a work trip for 1 month and i was living with new people, all my colleagues. we all discovered and got to know each other during that trip as neither of us knew anyone.

as weeks passed i became really good friends with a guy. He became my confidant, the person i would always laugh with, etc… a nice friendship.

However towards the end of my stay, he started making jokes about us showering together or sleeping in the same bed. he was an attractive guy and sometimes i would be attracted by him.

Fast forward to my last night on the trip, we both were back from the club, he was drunk and i was just tipsy, and around 7 AM we went to my room and we fk.

It was more him using my body as a toy, something for him to empty his balls in but i didn’t mind on the spot. Then after he finished in my mouth, he said “well, that was your departure gift. That was good.”

Then he said he was still drunk, put back his clothes and dapped me. he said he couldn’t stay to sleep with me because he didn’t want the others to know (which i agree, we didn’t want our roommates to know), and then he left.

on the spot that didn’t bother me, as i needed some time to processed that just fked my best friend on the trip.

But now, i start to think it was kinda wrong to leave like this. i feel like in a moment like this, some aftercare can’t hurt me?

especially bc i was more vulnerable because it was a friend. so there’s something to unpack lol. i wonder what he thinks of me. was it just something to empty out his balls, did he care about me but just didn’t wanna get caught?

i have so many questions and i’m trynna clear my head.

Social norms in Singapore when saying goodbye

Hey everyone,

I hope you’re all doing well. I recently experienced a situation that left me feeling unsure, and I’d love to hear your thoughts on it.

When dropping off my dad at various places, my girlfriend tends to stay in the car to say goodbye instead of getting out to say goodbye.

This has led to some scolding from my dad, who seems to expect a more traditional farewell. Interestingly, the only time my girlfriend gets out of the car to say goodbye is when we’re dropping my dad off at the airport.

I wanted to get a variety of perspectives on whether her choice was inappropriate or if it’s a matter of personal preference.

What do you think? Is it important to follow traditional greetings in these situations, or is it acceptable to adapt based on personal comfort levels? I appreciate your insights and look forward to a thoughtful discussion.

Thanks!

Netizens’ comments

1. Next time, just tell your gf to get out of the car, set up a long red carpet lined with diamonds for your father when saying goodbye. Make sure your girlfriend is kneeling on the ground with her forehead pressed against the floor, crying with streaks of tears in her face as your father walks away, to show that she can’t bear to see him leave. After that set off fireworks like it’s NDP for your father once the goodbye has been said. Then he won’t kaopeh kaobu anymore, k?
2. Traditional? Never heard about this being “traditional”
   Dropping off around SG is not a significant event hence just say goodbye in the car.
   Dropping off at the airport can be significant because it may be a while before you see them again so I can understand why people want to accompany them as much as possible.
   Either way, getting a scolding is ridiculous.
3. I’m curious what is defined as a traditional farewell? Handshake? Hugs? Kisses? Bow? Kneel on the floor till the person leaves?
4. I assume you’re driving? Does he also expect you to put the car in park and get out of the car to say bye? Does he also get out of the car to say bye if you drop off your gf with him in the car? Alot of these traditions and “respect” is just to exert a sense of “I’m above you” I feel

A one year pause from work every 5 years should be absolutely normal

After working for the past 15 years, I am seriously considering to just quit my job and to live a year from my savings and just travel the world – read – excercise – spend time with my loved ones – do something for my health etc

Yet I see all these posts where people who did this are then treated like lunatics when they apply for their next job. Seriously? If you dare to quit the Hamster wheel for one year there is supposed to be something wrong with you?

Its sick that this is seen as “something wrong”. Our productiviy has increased tremendously so this is something that should easily be achievable.

Netizens’ comments

1. Thats basically what Ive done for the past 20 years. Wasn’t my long term plan initially it just worked out that way. Its been good
2. I completely agree with you. I’ve seen people say they circumvent all of that by simply saying they took off to be caretaker of a loved one. People usually drop it after that & don’t ask questions bc of how poor taste it is.
3. As someone who fits the “people who quit the hamster wheel” it really sucks, because now that I am ready to get back into work and more excited than ever to find a job and learn new skills I keep getting denied, no call backs after interviews.
   I feel like one of the biggest thing most employers want is someone with an already crushed soul, because they know someone like me will move on to greener pastures without hesitation if I’m unhappy with where I am working.
   Whereas most employees will just tolerate whatever shitty work environment because they’re stuck living paycheck to paycheck.
   Everyone needs a break and I know the only reason I’m not getting called back after interviews is because of that couple months break I just took, it’s the only thing they ever mention that seems off to them and I never had issues finding a job before hopping off the wheel.
   Regardless the break was very much needed and my mental health can’t thank me enough, even if I’m now broker than I’ve ever been, my mental health is at the best place its ever been.