Anti-maskers.
Conspiracy theorists.
Karen's and Kyle's.
Hold your [friggin] opinion. Put the piece of GD fabric over your mouth (and no, not mesh you absolute imbecile) and wash your dirty little hands. It is LITERALLY the simplest task we could do to protect someone other than ourselves.
EVEN IF this whole thing is "a hoax" (it's not. I've seen it, and may God save your idiotic soul), we were mildly inconvenienced for a short duration of our life.
Smarten up

Long time friend, suffers with bi-polar and had been a s**t all evening. Salem ‘adopted’ us about 5 months ago as a kitten. It’s taken a lot of work to socialise him with the dog and other cats. Very brave, very placid but is used to scrounging for food. Friend was drunk and raiding the kitchen and took exception to Salem trying for crumbs and generally being annoying. (He will leave you alone if you are stern with him). Started yelling and throwing things at cat. I said I think he should leave. Asked ‘So it’s me or the cat?’ Said ‘Yes, I choose the cat’.
He left and txt me all cats are evil.
Salem has come a long way and he is a good kitty. Doesn’t bite, not aggressive, just used to fighting for food.
I choose the cat, sorry not sorry.

I made a joke that she can come be my private teacher now, but I guess she took me seriously? She's been stopping by most nights after class to talk/hang out.
I'm not sure if I'm being mean lying to her but it seems to make her happy so I guess I'll play along for now.

When I got accepted into law school, I felt "blessed" and I felt that I needed to learn more about Islam and the Quran to serve Allah better as a good Muslim and a good citizen. I grew up in Afghanistan until I was 13. During the Taliban, I learned to read the Quran at school and at the local mosque, but we were never taught the meaning of the Quran. So, when I stared learning the meaning of the Quran here in the US, I started to question it. I started learning about other religions and ended up reading the Bible and learning about Christianity and Judaism as well. The more I learned about religion, the more questions I had. I have read books on both sides of the arguments for and against religion, I have watched lectures and debates and I have spoken to priests and mullahs. I have also read Richard Dawkins and Christopher Hitchens. Also, evolution is apparently a thing that religion loves to hate. I was actually disappointed that I arrived at nothing at the end of it all. I concluded that religion is man-made and there's as much proof for God's existence as there is for a unicorn or a teapot in the sky as Richard Dawkins likes to put it. My family and relatives are devout Muslims and I know that many would be disappointed, to say the least, when and if they find out I have turned away from Islam. For a Muslim to become an atheist is the biggest step that you can take in your life. It is a decision that will arguably alter the rest of your life. I could lose many or all of your family and relatives. If i was still living in Afghanistan, the punishment without question would have been death. I know that i will lose many loved ones, but i honestly don’t know how long more i can pretend and keep it to myself. End of rant. Thank you for reading my story.

I’m a nice person and my name has become an embarrassment.

Whenever I see people whip their phone out and film how they are helping the homeless makes me cringe. (IMHO) Volunteering should not be cover to promote oneself.

Recently had all my money stolen from out of my account. Bank is working on refunding me all the cash, but in the mean time i need to try and find as much loose change as possible to buy food
Went to the supermarket and bought some milk and things, came up 70 cents short
I asked the attendant if she could unscan one of the items for me but she just shrugged and gave me the rest of the money i needed
I know it's only small but i wish her all the best

They’re in 8th grade and I had them write a children’s book based on their history textbook. I already extended the deadline by a week, so I could not be more disappointed in them right now.

I do better than a large portion of the country. I still get bent over. I know people making less than me get bent over even further. Then we get lectured by these pigs about the ethics of "Hard Work" and "doing whats right for the country" while they rail us from behind. It's disgusting... I don't know what to think anymore.... But the IRS can go shove it up their a**es.

At first I felt like [crap]. Then I thought that maybe it meant that I was finally ready to start living again.

I feel crappy for seeing parents who have a lot of kids and are complaining about their problems, and thinking they shouldn't have had so many kids in that case.
I have sympathy for the kids, but not these parents.

Getting very sick of the "heroes work here" messages plastered all around my hospital. I know it's well-intentioned, but it feels impersonal and like the public is saying it to relieve guilt. The COVID crisis should not be as bad as it currently is in the supposed "best healthcare system in the world". I am no more of a hero now than I have been for going to work for the past five years taking care of people with infectious diseases. Why are we being celebrated now? Because we're going to work in unsafe conditions? Because we as a country can't get our [crap] together enough to obtain enough N-95s to prevent workers from dying unnecessarily?

As some of you will find out, I recently got out of a PTSD/Substance Abuse program at the VA for Veterans. I befriended someone who I thought was ready and willing to change like I was. I spoke it over with my then Fiancée and we both agreed we could open up our home and help a fellow veteran in need. We all agreed that come the 26th, he’s gone. No matter what.
We left for vacation 22 Sept and would return 26 sept. This gave him an opportunity to get everything he needs In order so he can move into Veteran Housing.
We come home married and find our house smelling like Bigfoot’s d**k, smeared in a prostitutes taint, in Afghanny 140 degree heat on the 26th. We get him ready to leave and he says all homeless homes are full. (I recently got off the phone with 2 homeless housing programs and I have his name on reserve). He packs 3 days worth of clothing. (Wife and I purchased 50$ worth of thrift store clothing for him as well as a bicycle for 10$) we drive him to the VA and drop him off.
We come back home and I start cleaning... empty meth bags, heroin resin and cocaine. We had put up a camera and we checked, he had multiple people over while we were gone and did copious amounts of drugs.
I accept what happens as a loss and my wife and I has tried to help out a fellow veteran.
Come this morning; wife left for work at 6am (firefighter) and my door knocks at 630. “Give me my [crap]” is yelled at me as I’m still trying to get the eye boogies out of my eyes and taste my morning coffee. It’s him. Demanding his stuff. I giggle and tell him to go away, that he burned this bridge and we won’t help him any more. I tell him I’ll grab his Hep C meds and other necessities, put them in a bag and he can go get f***ed. I give him the bag as I’m half naked on my front porch and he swings for me. (Every combat veterans dream has just come true in this exact moment, someone has come at them violently.) I drop my coffee and punch him as hard as I can in the face, he goes down. I call 911 and they arrive. I tell them the situation and they take him away. After a few questions they leave. I go inside and call my now wife and explain to her the situation. She wished I had not used violence but is thankful I protected our home. Now I have the rest of the day to process.

My grandfather served in the Korean War in the Army. He was such a light in my life, finding it hard to move on. My best friend and my fishing buddy. Bye Grandpa.
The universe had something totally better planned for me. Higher paying job with peeps I know & a kick ass manager. I told my manager at the other job that it was their mistake letting me go, but it wasn’t. It was my mistake choosing a sleazy company to work for. Moral of the story, choose your employers wisely. Very wisely.

During the installation process I got a text saying that Kobe Bryant, his daughter had died in a helicopter crash. Needless to say, my Dad and I were both shocked and lost for words. Eventually we continued our work and finished the install. The water heater worked amazing. Afterwards, we got Jimmy John sandwiches and attempted to work on a crossword together. As the day wrapped up and my dad was about to leave he told me how happy he was that he was able to help me with a project like this and how much it meant to him. Now, I'm just crying, thinking about how important it is to always say I love you. You never know when it will be the last you'll see your father, or kiss your wife, or play with your little brother. I love you, Dad.

Need to vent a bit. I have been a police officer for a little over 5 years now. Got promoted to Sergeant a year ago because I didn’t like how some of the supervisors were treating officers and I wanted to start making change from the inside. My agency has always been a gold standard in how to police. I stress being respectful to the people we come in contact with my mantra is that just because they did a bad thing does not make them a bad person. Whenever we have issues with officers the charging paperwork is immediately started and the proper consequences follow, including termination. Lately the media has made me unbelievably morose to be at work. It makes me not want to go out in public or see my family for fear they will bring up the bad cops they see on tv. My whole career I have never had a single complaint and have always been a good officer. But s***s getting tough out here. The public don’t care if I saved a child’s life. They see some bad cop from across the country and want me dead or think I’m a huge piece of s**t. I love this job and I love helping people, but I honestly feel like if I could find another job making this kind of money to support my family I would take it, and that makes me incredibly sad.

I wouldn't describe myself as an introvert but I really appreciate being at home playing videogames or watching movies/TV shows all day and not having to leave the house for anything besides grocery shopping once a week, so these last few weeks have been great for me, I even got to work from home, a thing that would never have been possible before. Now I have become so comfortable with the whole 'social-distancing'/'self-quarantine' thing that I am afraid of the day when I'll have to go back to the office and restart my social life outside of my home.

With the latest trend of kids being sent to ask for baseballs caught by adults at games, I wouldn’t give it up. It’s always been a dream of mine to catch a game ball, and although I’m a grown man, my inner child wants nothing more then a game ball I caught to be on my mantle. People argue that it would fulfill a kids dream, but they didn’t earn anything so I think it sets a bad example. It’s today’s “participation trophy” for a kid just pressuring someone for something they didn’t actually earn.

long story short is that I didn't want to meet her child until we have dated a bit so I know how I felt about her. I have had many step dads and "uncles" (who I knew were not family) so I stressed I wanted to wait on meeting her daughter.
Three months into this I really care for this woman, and thought it would be a good time to start with a meet and greet. I got toys, and cooked a big fancy meal and made sure I had plenty of activities planned so I knew it would be a fun day.
When they arrived, she just plopped her in front of my tv and ignored her the whole time except for dinner/bath time. No rules, no trying to include her in anything. I tried my best to bring the focus to her daughter and kept explaining this weekend was about meeting her, but she kept getting b**chy about me focusing my attention on her daughter who is content on just watching tv. Literally boxed up all the toys and stuff I set out and put them in her car saying she can play with them at home.
I want to give it another shot, but am on the fence, if I am not feeling the same after this I don't want to be another dude in/out of a childs life.

I gave them her fb info which was public where she posted all her trips. I saw later she posted that they contacted her and cut her off. Was a petty thing to do but I was young and a prick

People keep asking me what I'm most looking forward to about my wedding, and I think they're expecting me to say "walking down the aisle" or "the first dance" or something romantic, but honestly the main thing I'm excited about is coming home from our honeymoon and life going back to normal.

I appreciate that people are thankful for the men and women who serve, but when I'm at the store after work I really just want to get my things and leave. I can't be the only one who feels like this.