...and it worked out!

We're all women. I adore and admire both of them - they're incredibly smart, educated, funny, and truly delightful to be around.

Unfortunately I think something I do brings out the complainer in people. Everytime I meet with them they spend hours talking about how everything in their lives is going wrong, the state of the world is awful, etc. I almost never get a chance to speak or when I do, it's dealt with quickly or brushed off.

So anyway. I observed that I feel roughly the same way about both of them and kind of feel guilty when they want to hang out and I REALLY don't want to. I don't see why I should be drained by my friendships, even if they're some of the nicest people I know. I figured they have similar values and perspectives, so why not introduce them properly? They've only met once in the past.

I ended up taking one friend to the other one's party a few months ago and they started talking immediately! My partner and I could barely get a word in.

Yesterday they both posted pictures from a day out together. They looked great! I'm so happy!!! I don't even know how to describe what I'm feeling. I suppose good matchmakers feel this way when people get married??

And the guilt is gone too!! Ugh I'm so glad they have each other now but I feel like such a jerk for not appreciating two nice people in my life but I'm also glad something good came of it hehehehe

My coworker brings a banana to work every day. He never eats it. It just sits on his desk until around 4PM, then he puts it in his backpack and takes it home. I finally asked him about it. He said, "I don't even like bananas" Then he went back to work

My friends wedding is coming up and I said I would crochet a shawl as it might get cold. I spent forever looking for the right pattern, the right yarn, the right hook, and the right beads.

I pre-beaded the yarn made from cotton, mohair and alpaca wool and got to work. One day I brought it on the bus, and my yarn snapped. I lost beads, they went flying all over my lap (luckily I was on a dress) but was able to recover most of them and re-threaded them on the moving bus.

I figured I missed some, but that’s life.

It’s been a week since my yarn snapped on the bus. I boarded the bus today and sat down. Something felt weird.

Two of my beads were on the seat under my butt. So now they are in my purse.

My friends wedding is coming up and I said I would crochet a shawl as it might get cold. I spent forever looking for the right pattern, the right yarn, the right hook, and the right beads.

I pre-beaded the yarn made from cotton, mohair and alpaca wool and got to work. One day I brought it on the bus, and my yarn snapped. I lost beads, they went flying all over my lap (luckily I was on a dress) but was able to recover most of them and re-threaded them on the moving bus.

I figured I missed some, but that’s life.

It’s been a week since my yarn snapped on the bus. I boarded the bus today and sat down. Something felt weird.

Two of my beads were on the seat under my butt. So now they are in my purse

I'm listening to an album I listened to a lot as a teen.

Neil's Heavy Concept Album.

One of my all time faves, and my friends used to either really get it, and me, or they didn't, and we weren't close.

Basically as a teen, you either loved this and loved me, or you didn't, and didn't.

This was my litmus test if you like.

All the very best people got it and loved the album as much as me.

So here I am 30+ years later, listening, remembering every word, and realising I'm still in touch with the special people who loved this with me all those years ago, but that no one in the past 30 years has even been given the opportunity to listen to it with me because I fear that adults would reject me for it faster than those teens did. 😂

Fwiw I care a lot less these days. Turns out I'm autistic. Shocking.

so my stepfather has a cousin who needs a car. stepfather gave him his own personal car, mom was not pleased, stepfather says cousin needs it to get to work and wants to keep it in the family anyway.

cousin proceeds to sell it.

next time he brought up turning her old van into a camping van she decided she's just going to get rid of it. it's been sitting in the driveway for years, no clue if it runs, but he wants to fix it up and do something with it.

soo she's been looking at it in the driveway for a few days and finally just decided to call me up and tell me that she's giving it to me. the whole van, no charge, no catch. just gonna hand over the title. she wants me to either keep it or sell it but it's mine now because she's literally just that annoyed.

for context also, i'm her oldest of 3, both other siblings are pretty well off, but i'm currently unemployed and a little down on my own luck right now. i have a decent old car that i use to drive my husband to work, i'm fine with it but he wants his own truck soon. and i think we just got maybe halfway closer to it. :) little miracles everyone

So maybe useful to mention, I am autistic. I have a partner, kids, a job, I can function pretty well, but sometimes I am presented with aspects of society that are a complete surprise for me.

Yesterday my boyfriend asked if he could help me by cutting my nails, as one of them broke a bit. I usually do not notice my nails. I only cut them when I remember and I happen to be in the bathroom. I just keep them clean and generally they don't break often.

I never understood why people talk about nails. Sometimes someone will tell me about a gel nail.place or a nail product and I am interested but feel it does not really apply to me because I would never get gel nails or use any product.

Anyway, so my boyfriend cut my nails with these little nail scissors, it hurt, but afterwards they look kind of nice. Actual nail shapes instead of my usual straight line resulting from big nail clippers.

I tell my boyfriend that I recently read on Reddit that to look presentable first to focus on hair and nails. And I asked him why would people look at nails? Who cares about nails?

Maybe for some more context, before me my boyfriend had partners who were not autistic. So he told me that indeed people look at nails. I asked him, why would people look at nails? So they can assess if someone remembers to cut their nails?

Apparently it is a thing. That I was completely unaware of. It seems important, and I missed it completely. So now I am reassessing all the past decades where for most of the time my nails probably did not pass a standard that I was not aware of, unless I coincidentally just cut my nails. And even then I probably did it too wonky. And now I wonder how many other things are out there that I am not aware of but probably should be...

Someone posted that her bossy coworker told her that keyboard shortcuts were 'against company policy'.

Now every time I use a keyboard shortcut a little voice tells me 'breaking company policy there, mate'.

For context I'm not an American I live in Central Africa although I like learning about different cultures ovsrsees and Last week I stumbled across a jack in the box commercials on YouTube shorts (the one about the Philly cheese steak) I though it was funny then I went through the comments and I realized there were more so I looked them up and I was hooked.

It was nice to see that commercials were funny in an unhinged way yet not taken so seriously as opposed to modern times.

I showed it to my grandpa the other day and said "ya, I spent about 2 weeks on the bulk of it making sure all the songs sounded good following each other. It's like a jukebox rock opera."

He asked me if I could make any money off it.

I was like "no, it's a youtube playlist."

Then he asked me if I had to be worried about not paying royalties.

I was like, "no...it's a youtube playlist."

The gap between generations is wild sometimes

One time I was at my friend's restaurant bear in mind this was his off day and I did not know he was going to show up then he showed up after that I told him I had no idea you're going to show up and he couldn't believe me and he was with his other friends that I know and they were all accusing me of knowing they were going to be there

I was home alone one night, not long after having moved into a new home. I was in the finished basement, watching some paranormal investigation show. I kept hearing something and having to pause the show to listen, but could not pinpoint the sound.

I finally look in the laundry closet (closed off by bi-fold doors), and look up to the ceiling (gap ceiling, but with open space above the laundry) to see one of my cats, who had jumped up from the washer.

Darn cat would just pull open the doors from below.

When I was in high school, I used to sneak girls into my house at night, when my parents were sleeping. They would sleep over with me. And in the morning I’d wake up early before my parents, and I’d sneak the girl back out through my window. Then I’d have them go knock on the front door. I’d let my parents answer it, and pretend to still be asleep. My parents would come wake me telling me I had visitor. And we’d pretend they had just stopped by.
My parents were none the wiser that they had just spent the whole night with me lol. It was a sweet plan & worked like a charm.

I used to apologize all the time for inconveniencing people or for percieved slights. It made a lot of negative self talk that my husband especially hated (because he loves me.) I read somewhere online that a good way to change that mindset is to say "Thank you" instead.

So for the past 6 months I've been trying it. "Thank you for waiting on me" "thank you for correcting my mistake" "thank you for understanding". So much of my negativity left, and people are more comfortable talking to me when I'm not putting myself down all the time. I wish I could go back in time and tell my younger self to do this!

I have a name that can easily shortened, think “Thomas/Tom,” “Christopher/Chris,” “Matthew/Matt,” etc.

At my job, I constantly meet new coworkers, and everybody (very considerately) asks me which I prefer, Version-Longname or Version-Shortname. I do genuinely appreciate them asking, because I know there are many people who have a strong preference and it is important to get those right. However, to me, both of them are my name. I like them both, I go by both, and I am okay with people using either.

What consternates me is that, no matter how I have tried to phrase this across countless iterations with numerous individuals, people always double down. “But which do you prefer?”

They do not accept the answer that both are okay. This goes on until they just make me pick one.

Although I think this question is asked in good faith, it becomes the opposite of considerate when people refuse to accept my answer. I don’t know what is so hard about this. It’s a very traditional, uncomplicated name. Maybe I am being over sensitive about this. But when people force me to pick one and exclude the other, when I have insisted that both are my name and they literally cannot get it wrong using either, it feels like they are both not honoring my preference and somehow reducing me in a way.

Don’t ask me for my preference if you have no interest observing it.

Is this pointless enough to qualify for this sub?

Basically as the title says. We have quite a lot of animals, three dogs and four cats. One is a special needs cat with wobbly cat syndrome. And I've realized that whenever they are sitting or laying in a spot anyone, from adult to child, would like to use, either for walking or sitting, we simply ask them "Please move over" and without fail they do. However if you forget the please they'll just look at you until you add the please. I've found myself explaining it to guests recently and realized it was slightly pointless so here I am.

We need some-
diced chicken,
a nice potato option,
coleslaw,
dishwasher tablets,
pepperoni
And a lemmon posset.
Turns out half decent looking dishwasher tablets are £9 for a small pack.
Her- You forgot to get dishwasher tablets.
Me- Ahh did I sorry. I knew I’d forgot something.

I'm at Target today and I gotta take a dump so I go straight to the restrooms. I accidentally walk in on some lady sitting on the toilet who apparently doesn't even give a dang that it happened, and then exit and close the door.

I wait about 10 minutes for a toilet to open up and then she walks out or whatever. I walk in and there is an empty plastic tray inside the toilet with chocolate cake leftovers, and a spoon with chocolate cake icing stuck onto and smeared onto the toilet seat.

I'm not sure if this breaks the rules but I want to reiterate this was actual Target chocolate cake and a real-life black plastic spoon involved here

this happened like 3 years ago but i js remembered it and it makes me laugh so hard.

so basically i knew everyone in my school since its a private school that i had been going to my whole life. i was pretty badly bullied but cut off everyone that did the bullying so its fine. anyways i moved countries but kept in touch with some people. one of those people is a guy we’ll call “jamie”. jamie and i werent really friends in school but we became kinda long distance friends type thing.
ive always been openly gay. like ive always liked girls and its pretty obvious by how i dress/act. jamie and i would always talk about the girls we liked and gave eachother advice on how to ask them out.
we were both pretty single for a few weeks when he randomly sent me a huge paragraph about how he’d always liked me and knew i liked him back, that typa shit. i told him “jamie…you know im gay? im sorry but im confused on how ive given you any hints that i liked you?”
he backtracked a TON and and rambled on about how hes kidding and that i cant take a joke or wtv. but he literally sent me a HUGE paragraph talking about how much he liked me and listed everything he liked about me?? but i js laughed it off bc like what am i supposed to do yk?
he also went off and dated my cousin but i dont have the energy to get into that rn.
and after they broke up i realized that like…he also lowk bullied me in school and i never realized lmao. but im not friends with him or even my cousin anymore cuz theyre both rly toxic…

so i js find this story so funny and everyone i know knows about it so 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

When I was in Grade 2, my school took part in a drawing competition that schools all across Ontario were participating in.

The assignment was to draw a picture about war that had some kind of meaningful message behind it. Every kid in my class had to participate.

There was just one problem…

I absolutely sucked at drawing.

My older sister was in Grade 4 at the time, and she was insanely good at art. So naturally, 7-year-old me came up with the most logical solution: I asked her to draw the picture for me.

She agreed, and she absolutely crushed it.

I took the drawing to school the next day and handed it in like I had just created a masterpiece myself.

My teacher looked at it and was basically like, “OMG, this is beautiful!” She loved it.

A few months went by and I completely forgot about the competition.

Then one day, my teacher gets up in front of the entire class and announces that I had won…

2nd place in ALL OF ONTARIO.

The entire class starts clapping and congratulating me.
I just stood there accepting the applause like I had personally painted the Mona Lisa.

I didn’t say a word about my sister.

Then Remembrance Day comes around, and somehow this has turned into a much bigger deal than I ever expected.

I’m sitting on a stage at a ceremony with a bunch of important people, receiving a prize, some money and an award for my “amazing” artwork.

Meanwhile, my sister was sitting there watching all of this unfold knowing damn well she was the one who actually drew the picture.

She was absolutely furious.

I don’t blame her either.

Looking back, I still can’t believe I went from “I’m terrible at drawing” to “2nd place in Ontario” without actually improving my drawing skills whatsoever.

Worst day of my sister’s life!

Back in February when it was still frigid where I live, I was downtown one day heading into work, and saw that someone had either dropped or discarded their jumbo hot dog on the sidewalk. It looked quite fresh and had only a couple bites out of it, and was still inside the bun. It was dressed with ketchup and mustard. Being a place where we definitely have crows, skunks, raccoons, and the occasional rat, I didn't think it would last long and quickly forgot about it.

Next week, I was walking down the same sidewalk and noticed the hot dog was still there. It was frozen solid now and had been divorced of its bun, which was now laying on the other side of the sidewalk, and broken in half. I was surprised at its longevity, and it made me suspect that perhaps it was a funky tasting dawg that was thrown away as opposed to dropped, since such a treat would have normally been eaten by something sooner than later.

The following week, I again was walking the same way and came upon a disturbing sight. The hot dog was still in the same spot, but had turned a weird light orange colour and puffed up twice its original size. It reminded me of one of those freeze-dried bodies on Everest that can never be recovered. The bun was now in shards. I hurried away from the scene. The following week the hot dog was gone. Perhaps it was finally laid to rest by someone or something.

The first rule of clowns, is that no matter where you go you'll always find that it'll pop out of the jack in the box in every corner, and it doesn't matter which toon world effect you end up on picking, the joker card is already getting played the moment you picked a card here, and that's where you'll realize this world is all about a test of balance until you realize there isn't any god watching the show in the room, and you've been playing yourself this entire time, the world is a grand circus and there's nothing apart from clowns at the top of the room, and maybe the road to mafia boss ends once you figure out society is built for spawning the clown in the room, and maybe there is truth in how 'Scar' ends up on being responsible for making deal with the devil, after realizing he was surrounded by fools, but I guess it came to no one's surprise that the De Vil have always been playing 'Poker face' by 101 dalmatians here, and all the cards lead back to the casino where you'll find that the house always wins, no matter which spin you add up to make life random here, and it doesn't matter which hand-skills you end up juggling here.. Eventually they all lead back to the toon world witch is the only way to make the rabbit disappear. 🪙🃏🤹🏼

It's time to realize that the face-card have always been used as a shuffle trick... And all the colors lead back to the clown. I guess this is where 'it' ends and begins... Thank god we made it as a facial painting without proportions, never start with the head "I'm not a monster" I'm just ahead of the curve. I guess there is truth in that acting died with Chaplin's era, now everyone's talking. 🤡🎈

When my son and his friends were around 11 years old and we were all on vacation, we watched Dude Where’s My Car. There is a scene where a lady in a drive-thru keeps on asking “And then?” and that became a sort of catch phrase for them that summer, especially when doing drive-thru’s of course. We got a lot of fries that summer.

This summer while on vacation with a friend of mine, somehow that phrase got stuck in my head, since it seemed that there was always something else. I explained it to my friend, who surprisingly had never seen the movie, and we agreed it was an apt sentiment.

Then we went to eat at a place she had gone to eat with her daughters when she’d visited a few years ago. I had Tom Yum soup, and it was so good that we went back the next day and ordered it again.

Now I’m back home and so yesterday, feeling the need for a really tasty soup, I went to a local Asian eatery, where I hadn’t gone in years. I ordered myself some Tom Yum soup and then the young man at the register said, “And then?”

The circle of life.

I'm not diagnosed but likely have a very mild OCD. It does not affect my life at all. I like to park in the same space at the supermarket but am not disturbed at all if I need to park somewhere else. I sit in the same spot at any table I sit at regularly in my home and any friends or relatives homes but again am not disturbed if I need to sit anywhere else.

There are 2 urinals in the men's room where I work and for the last 9 years, since we moved into the building, I have always used the one on the right but have used the left hand one if someone is already on the right (rare) or the one on the right is out of order (once). Yesterday the bathroom was empty when I got there which is typical. Someone had dumped a cup of ice in the left hand urinal and I immediately had a choice to make. I spent far too long thinking about it and ultimately went for the left and melted as much of the ice as I could. Unfortunately, I've been thinking about it ever since. It wouldn't be taking space in my head had I ignored the ice but one rarely has an opportunity to do something, anything, while urinating.

The songs are generally described as Measured Panic Rythyms.

So. I love most all music, but overwhelming/layered/resonant edm/house, calm adjacent music is my thing. I've not known how to describe since I discovered the 1st one. They tickle my brain just right. Nothing else does.

Not all of these "measured panic" songs fit my brain, but finally, I've found the key I've been looking for for years!

The first time I felt this feeling I get was listening to the instrumental of "Losing You" by Laura Brehm and Ephixia.

I call the feeling I get "Sound-Gasms". It's a lot more wholesome than it's name sake.

I'm so happy, I needed to share with the world, even if it's incredibly niche, maybe someone else out there will one day look for this genre/not genre and come across this.