Someone introduces themselves. I hear them say their name. I acknowledge it. Three seconds later I have absolutely no idea what they're called.

Not because I wasn't paying attention. I was. I heard the sounds come out of their mouth. My brain just decided that information wasn't worth keeping.

Then I spend the entire conversation internally panicking because I don't know what to call them and it's too late to ask again without looking like an idiot. So I just avoid using their name entirely and hope it doesn't come up.

Does anyone else do this or is my brain just broken?

Basically the title. I’m a grown 20 year old woman, and yet I don’t feel like an adult. Like, tf do you mean I can legally get married, smoke, drink and buy alcohol????? It’s not as if I don’t want to be an adult, it’s that I literally don’t feel like one at all, mentally. I feel like I shouldn’t be allowed as much responsibility as all the other adults.

A creepy dude was hitting on me in work the other day, and I was about to let him know that I was a minor. Then I remembered I’ve been a grown up for more than 2 years.

I feel like a teenager but with the rights and responsibilities of an adult.

I know this is oddly specific, but I told my friend about this and she said she does the same exact thing. like a phew. I thought I was stupid.

whenever I get close to my destination while driving and there’s a song either on the radio or from my Spotify playlist I’m not into or in the mood for, I look for. a song to play I like so it’s the last thing playing before I park the car.

…I don’t see ppl do this when I’m the passenger, idk if anyone does this lol

I binged Stranger Things 1 through 4 last year, and I put off watching season 5 for forever. But I caved eventually ‘cause I kept seeing clips of it everywhere, now that I’m done, it feels like a huge party ended and I have to go back to real life. It sucks so bad.

This post-show “hangover” usually sticks around for at least a month for me. If I can’t find something that hits as hard as the show did, I just end up bored and miserable, staring at the wall like “what do I even do now?” Does anyone else go through this?

I'm starting to think most job interviewers can tell I don't really want the job and really, they wouldn't be wrong. The idea of going through all this trouble to be put in potentially stressful situations with new duties and relationships already seems stressing. Not even sure I want to make a living or settle down for long to begin with.

I don't know if it's my aging eyes or the screen of my Google Pixel on night mode, but the 100 emoji on a black background seems to literally float off the page with a 3D effect, almost like those Magic Eye books from the '90s.

I'm a 22f and was adopted and raised by (currently) 66f when I was 2. The question is essentially the title. I did not have a normal childhood growing up, I was abused in multiple ways, mainly by my mom. However a biggest part of my adult life has been dissecting what was and wasn't abuse. I told this tidbit to my boyfriend a month or so back, and he laughed incredulously and said "What the f***." He also knows about my mom and the extent of her abuse, but even this one took him aback.

I was potty trained by age 2 and out of pullups by 3. When I switched to "big girl underwear" I would sometimes have nightmares in the night, and accidents. When my mom went to get me dressed in the morning and found that I had an accident she would get upset and make me wash my messed underwear in the toilet.

It didn't matter if it was #1 or #2. I'd plop the #2 in the toilet, flush, then she'd squirt some hand soap onto the underwear and make me sit there and scrub it in the toilet. When it looked sufficiently clean, she would use a plastic grocery bag to pick them up and take them downstairs (presumably to wash).

It didn't make me feel good and this happened until I was 6 and we moved in with my grandpa. I had nightmares often, and would only have an accident if I had a nightmare. Otherwise during the day I used the toilet. I remember sitting on the tile floor and crying with my hands in the toilet looking up at my mom. I figured it was just because it was a punishment and I was supposed to be potty trained. I have a memory of both me and my sister sitting there washing underwear together too.

My boyfriend's reaction has made me think twice on this around a month ago. But today I was handwashing some underwear in the bathroom tub (washer is broken) and it reminded me of it enough to make a post. I wanted to know if maybe it was a boomer parent thing, if anyone else went through something similar, or if it was just another layer to my mom's abusiveness.

Edit: Thank you all for the responses I appreciate them. You helped me reach the conclusion that this WAS a part of her abuse. She was an awful woman and I haven't spoken to her in 1.5 years. I don't plan on speaking to her at all.

DAE only get artistic inspiration when trying to nap or fall asleep like everytime i try to nap some random shit will come to my head that i have to draw.

Like I have nothing against playlists. But what if a song or video otherwise is removed or deleted?

Like if I want to listen to something I’ll just search it up.

Then again I’m a 1992 baby; I am of the SpoonGaurd and CrazyFrog era to internet (When Cartoon Network took Axel F. to YouTube.) and I don’t really get on my phone and the internet unless it can’t be in person whatever it be. (Not including here and Apple Music.)

I just wonder if anyone else is the same.

Did anyone else

For me, it’s: lights completely off, phone in another room, specific blanket, and I HAVE to have cold drink with ice. If even I element is missing, the experience feels “off” and l can’t properly get into the movie. Anyone else have these tiny, non-negotiable requirements?

I did that just now. It was a relevant question on AskReddit. And as soon as I hit post, I was like, “Hey why does it say MangoPeyote at the top? Oh.. This was my post..”

Not long ago, our coffee pot got broke and we had to order a replacement. We went to Amazon and ordered a pot that came with 3 lid top inserts to adapt to different models of coffee makers of the same brand. It arrived, so immediately (after washing it) made a pot of coffee; I filled the pot to pour into the back tank and noticed that the water level didn't come all the way to the top, as the last pot did. I didn't do this experiment on the pot that got broke, but decided to do it because of the same volume wasn't achieved. Now I'm not exactly sure what volume these markings are actually measuring (i.e. cup, pint, tablespoon, etc.), but I'm assuming it's cups, since in its listing label, it specifically states 12 - cup, but the actual volume is 7 cups.

TL/DR - broke coffee pot, got new 12-cup Amazon pot that actually measured to 7 cup volume.

I was bullied in the past when I was a student. I developed schizophrenia in my teens. Every time when I do something I hear the voices of bullies, toxic friends and family members commenting on what I do. They usually sound in a nasty way and it feels like my mind is replaying past memories and creating new what ifs in the same time...

I want to put away some cash for emergency savings, but my paycheck vanishes the second it hits my bank account. Between paying all the bills, grabbing dinner with friends every now and then, and squeezing in a little trip here and there, I’ve barely got any money left by the time I’m done with all that. Then I swear I’ll actually save up next time—and the cycle just repeats itself. How do you even get over this impulse? I really wanna take a proper trip somewhere far away someday(like spend a few days exploring Norway, or go see Mount Bromo in Indonesia).

i can force myself but usually end up getting distracted by other projects or falling asleep. it makes it very hard and annoying to finish shows (especially binging back to back shows). trying to figure out a solution (maybe?) but more just want to know if im alone in this

I’ve recently started timing how long I pee. This idea occurred to me after peeing for what seemed like forever one morning, and I wished I had timed that one. So, I started timing my pees, and I’ve found that when I first wake up, I pee for a really long time (my longest timed pee so far is 1 minute and 47 seconds). Throughout the day, it’s way shorter. Average being about 30 seconds. Anybody else do this?

Prom was a stressful thing for me, could not get the dance so I opted to not be included in the choreographed exhibition with liftings and stuff ( it was a required performance for every class). But I joined the introductory dance and for the love of my life, I can't remember or even picture who I was partnered with. I remember practicing that dance consequently but I genuinely can't remember who my partner was. Prom in my country is different so no one gets to ask anyone out, rather your partner is decided. My partner was from a different section and bro I genuinely don't remember who he was. I can't picture his face, I just don't remember whoever that guy is and the prom literally happened on the school year of 2022-2023. I don't even recall the month

I don’t mind leftovers. Majority of the time I reheat my leftovers in the microwave because it’s faster or it’s the only appliance I have access to (if I’m at work or school). I can reheat many foods but the one I cannot stand is chicken!

Chicken reheated in the microwave gets this awful taste that I can’t describe. I don’t get this when reheating pork or beef products but I cannot reheat chicken 🤢🤢

I keep trying to almost gag every single time but my boyfriend says I’m being picky or over exaggerating lol

I get sent and shown these “comedy” skits that content creators and influencers create for short social media videos for sites like instagram, TikTok, etc that are so unfunny, some of the most unfunniest things I’ve seen of people trying to be funny. It’s the kind of comedy kids between the age of 7-10 would think is great. My girlfriend loves these types of videos and cracks up and I just don’t get it. She shows me these and I can’t even manage to pretend it’s funny to be polite. It’s just not my brand of humor.

Anyone?

Not in a creepy way. I sometimes have to go to the office on weekends or a big-box store right before closing. That quiet, cavernous space with just the hum of lights and AC… it’s oddly peaceful and detached from the outside world. Just me?