“I can honestly say, after talking about my mom passing away, I got the biggest weight off of my chest. Comedy is my therapy. That's how I deal with my problems, my personal battles. I talk about it. I give it to my fans. When they laugh at it, it's a release, for lack of a better word.”—Kevin Hart.
Life can be hard and things pile up inside of us sometimes. This is why it is important to have an outlet. We all need a way to open up and release what has built up inside of us, and being able to talk about things does wonders for life.
Some people are able to talk to family, friends, lovers, or strangers, while some people find it easier to get things off their chest on the internet—and thanks to Reddit, there is a great outlet for people to release themselves to.
Sometimes life is smooth and sometimes it is bumpy, but just remember to hold on for the ride because everything will be alright in the end!
I got a guy expelled in 6th grade because I didn't like him. Was the school's good girl at the time, told 'em that he followed me home and he was suspended on the spot. Zero questions asked.
Same dude showed up at my high school freshmen year and was expelled again for watching porn on our school computers. Took some of the guilt off of my shoulders knowing that he was a piece of crap regardless.
You know who you are and if you read this, I'm so sorry.
I broke up with my ex about four months ago. For as long as I can remember, I know my best friend has had feelings for her that he just never acted on and never told me about.
So about two months after my breakup, he starts going out with my ex (which I had no problem with).
After about a week, she texted me telling me that she needed to discuss something urgent in person.
I met her at a nearby park, and she gave it to me straight. She said she hadn't done anything intimate with my friend and didn't want to rush it, but she still wanted to engage in physical romantic activities.
Me being the complete scumbag and idiot that I am, invited her over to my place.
One thing led to another, and we ended up having an affair.
It didn't stop there. I didn't have the willpower to call things off and I had been seeing her about once a week behind my best friend's back. Only two days ago did I man up and tell her we couldn't do that anymore.
I still haven't told my best friend I was seeing his girlfriend, even though it's the right thing to do. There were no drugs or alcohol involved, I made every choice 100% on my own, and I regret all of it.
Men are extremely confusing! My ex-fiancé and I split up because he wanted to and he asked me to move out. It took a month for me to move out. During that month I begged him to work it out with me and he just kept saying, "I'm done..... it's just not working..." Same stuff for a month.
He even made it a point to be mean in some of the things he said.
I move out and he doesn't speak to me for nine days. He finds some random reason to text me one day and then finds a way to change the conversation into us.
For the last four days that is what the conversations have been about: him making himself better for me, not wanting anyone else but me, growing old with me.
But here's the kicker... he was so sure that he was done with me that I am now buying a house. Something I wanted to do with him I am now doing without him and now he wants to change his mind again. I am so confused by him that I want to strangle his face.
I'm planning on leaving my wife in the near future. We've been married for a only a year and a half, but I'm miserable. All we do is fight. She's become abusive and I have concerns about my safety.
I have been hesitant about leaving for lack of a place to stay, but I know it's for the best.
I've been working 70+ hour work weeks to help me get started. I'll have to make my exit when she's at work.
This really hurts. I wish he had just said goodbye. It's cruel to not say goodbye. I had to force myself to drink a breakfast shake because my kids noticed I'm not eating anymore. Why did he do that? It just takes five seconds to say "this isnt working. Goodbye."
Is he hurt? Is he dead? Did he meet somebody else? Is he just bored of me? What the? I just want to know. It just hurts not to know.
My workplace is giving me a mental breakdown. I am required to do my work, my assistant manager's job plus the co-manager's, while they literally stand around doing nothing. I make a lot less than each of them yet I've been there three times longer than them.
I've been turned down for reasonable raises.
But it's ok, my husband got a promotion so I'll be able to quit soonish. I hope.
This eye twitch has got to stop.
My boss likes to come into my office and sit down, get comfortable and settle in for a chit-chat conversation that has nothing to do with work. He'll spend up to 30 minutes at a time, sometimes more than once a day. Then he has the gall to ask me later if I have so-and-so done.
How the heck am I supposed to get anything done? Grrrrr!
So yesterday he was at it again, full force. I tolerated his chatter as long as I could but eventually my reactions and my facial expression, I believe, must have given away my feelings. He said, I'm sorry, sometimes I don't know when to stop talking.
And I said, as serious as can be, oh I understand, my husband is like that too. He laughed and said, "SMACK! Point made!" We have joked about it quite a bit since then, so I hope I he had gotten the message.
I am the hero. My dad was the hero. His dad was the hero.
99% of the time, I like being the hero for my friends in need. Always there, to help, feed them, give them a ride when intoxicated, or a couch to sleep on when they are put out.
Sometimes, deep down I hope to find a partner/SO who will be the hero for me, holding me when I need to be held, getting my back when I need it. I do like helping others, but sometimes I need a break, and I need someone on my side.
I'm a 25-year-old man. I live at home and just recently quit my job because one morning me and my ex got into a stupid argument. She refused to let me leave until we resolved it. I ended up quitting my job and blamed it on her because she physically wouldn't let me leave.
Now every morning I get up, pretend to go to work, sit at Starbucks until my mom gets home then head back home as if I was at work all day. She constantly asks me how work is and I just nod and say, "good."
I've abandoned my friends entirely. They seem to be fine without me, and I'm not sure if I should be offended or relieved they've apparently moved on without me.
I can't sleep. It's not that my life is miserable, I'm living a decent life. I have plenty of friends. I have things that I enjoy in my spare time and I am studying something I enjoy learning about. But going out is like putting a mask on and just acting like everything is fine and dandy. It's not that I feel miserable, it's more that I don't really feel anything at all.
Not having many friends and not being confident enough to go and make them leaves me feeling like a failure in that regard.
Being an adult can be really lonely.
I think I need therapy. Everyday I become more pessimistic and my patience with people is fading. I feel like I wear a mask and put on a show when I go to work or out in public. I smile, I'm outgoing, I'm caring, I help people... then I come home and the mask comes off. It's quiet, I'm alone and angry.
I love my SO and they love me. Every time I envision the future I am with them and I am happy. What scares me is the road to that happiness and the possibility of losing them or not making them happy enough.
I know they would never do anything to hurt me and I would never do that to them either, but things happen and I am scared to death of some bad stuff happening.
I'm 26 and have been to about 40 different countries. Everyone says how lucky I am that I've traveled so much. But I don't have a degree, never had a job longer than a year and a girlfriend for longer than three months.
I don't have a car and not only have I never had my own place, I've never had my own bedroom. I'm right now living at my parent's house, in debt, no friends in the area anymore, and can't find a decent job. I'm seriously questioning whether all that traveling was worth it.
LIFE IS SO POINTLESS.
I don't have depression or anything. From a logical point of view, there's nothing to it. You grow up, work, pay taxes, and die. The bad times greatly outnumber the good ones. People tell me how good I have it, but if this is as good as it gets, then hell no do I want it.
I am hopelessly in love with someone that I need in my life and there is nothing I can do except sit quietly and watch them ever so slowly begin to vanish (probably with someone else) just as they slowly materialized in my life.
Why am I never the one that comes into someone's life and becomes that significant? They certainly did for me, yet there is nothing I can do or say to them that will just make them stay and just sit and wait with me.
My partner makes me so happy. Every time I think about how long we've been dating, I'm genuinely surprised because it still feels like we're brand new to this. In the grand scheme of things were still very new, but with other partners, this feeling faded much quicker. He's thoughtful, kind, caring, and works to make me happy.
He kisses my forehead and tells me he loves me when he thinks I'm sleeping. I don't ever feel like the emotional labor of our relationship is one sided, and he lets himself be vulnerable with me. He's mature, stable, and can handle himself just fine—he even teaches me new things, like how to drive a stick. He's just so wonderful.
This is an off my chest kind of post because I can't really share this with my friends. Many of them are single and unhappy about it, and the ones that aren't are unsatisfied with their relationships.
I don't want to rub my happiness in their face. They would undoubtedly be happy for me, but I don't feel like it's necessary to share this part of me with them to their detriment.
So, there you go, Reddit. I'm shout from the rooftops happy.
I'm tired of having to put on a happy face so often. I'm trying to work through some stuff that I've been struggling with and some days I don't want to go to work/go out with friends. It's getting better but I'm just so tired.
I realized I'm never going to really have another "break" in my life, and it's honestly kind of sad and depressing.
Up until graduating college last year, I always had some sort of break. Summer break, winter break, or just take consecutive days off from my part-time job. Now I have a full-time job.
I get PTO and such, but my winter break is just Christmas Eve and Christmas, and then New Years Day. No week off or anything, unless I push all my PTO days towards them. Just realized this the other day and it sucks :(
I'm 26 years old and likely to remain alone for a long period of time.
Living in a relatively small town means that I see the same people over and over....those people happen to be twice my age
I just had a fantastic day. Lunch at school was awesome because someone brought a speaker and the whole room sang it and it was hilarious. I did super good on Chemistry and Algebra tests today, had a super good workout and then spent the good part of an hour cruising around my town with friends.
It's just one of those times I can look back and think "What a day!"
After two years, my ex-girlfriend finally basically admitted that she never truly loved me and I feel worse than I've ever felt in my entire life. I feel so betrayed.
I'm in a really good engineering school, but a voice inside is telling me to drop and become a full-time adventurer!
I'm over 20K in debt. I have scholarships and financial assistance, so I have no idea how this number is so high in just my junior year of college. I have two years left, but I feel like five years is okay to graduate with a double major and minor.
Problem is, I really want to go to graduate school; I love learning. It's honestly a hobby of mine. I love to learn how to do the most random things; as an example, I've been teaching myself another language and how to write with my other hand. Random stuff.
However, I'm not sure if I can go to graduate school because of my debt now. My financial assistance runs out in one year, and I'll have to pull out more expensive loans for my fifth year.
I don't know, I feel like I've worked so hard just for... this insurmountable debt, and that my dream of earning a doctorate degree is slowly withering away.
My sister and her husband are part of a bizarre religious group which rejects all medical help and intervention. They had a baby girl last month. The baby had severe medical complications and passed away when she was three days old because they refused her medical care. I miss my niece who I barely got to know.
Bit late but I have pectus excavatum and I am claustrophobic of my chest. I can't be without a t-shirt for more than five minutes and sleeping without one makes breathing difficult.
I want to date someone I work with. But unsure how to go about it or if she's interested, we can talk for ages when we see each other which sadly isn't often or fluctuates like I saw her three times last week not once this week.
But I message her on Facebook it feels like she's either being kind by replying or she hates texting so real non-starter. Don't want to ask her at work itself so yeah dilemma.
I'm working so hard to suppress my emotions that I don't remember what it's like to not lie about how I'm feeling. I'm so filled with doubt about it I'll never actually get the balls to make anything happen as if it would anyways. So I just tell people lies because it's easier to lie to myself and them than have to endure the pain.
As a parent, dealing with a kid with asthma is something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. It is stressful and terrifying. My son's only acts up when he gets sick, which we are down to two to three times per year, but man, I think the stress of worrying about his breathing has taken a few years off my life.
My ex broke up with me after being together for 2.5 years. Despite being led on, lied to, cheated on, and him treating me horribly after the breakup, I still love him and miss him... He has already moved on but I'm still stuck... I'll probably be in therapy for another ten years.
I'm so so fond of my boyfriend and truly love him, but I'm really worried that we have nothing in common. I love spending time with him, but we're quite different. It worries me :(
A response: My fiance and I hardly have the same hobbies or interests. He's a carefree musician while I am a strong headed outdoors do-er. What we do share in common? Respect and communication skills.
Most people believe you have to be just like your partner but undervalue the importance of having someone in your life that you respect enough to never call them names. He is my best friend. We learned that doing our own thing doesn't mean we are incompatible but rather, encourages our time we do spend together for the better.
A thing I used to ask myself was "Why am I still with him" and it always turned into "He is the most loving, caring and honest man I have ever met and someone I know I can always run to and feel secure."
Trust in your heart—if it feels right, soon enough your questions will get answered.
When I was a patient in a hospital, there was one person in my ward that wouldn't leave me alone whenever he saw that I was reading in the commons area.
He wouldn't stop talking about his conspiracy theories or other nonsense like how he went on this big rant about the Illuminati or that things that happen in video games and movies were actually real events that happened somewhere else and their existences were turned into said video games or movies or that he believes Zeus was an alien that came to earth on a spaceship.
Anyway, this went on for a while an I slowly got sick of it.
One day he sits beside me and rambles on about the usual stuff he talks about and some point between his rambling and me ignoring him while reading my book, I thought "What if I just messed with the guy a little bit?"
I looked at the novel I was reading and an idea popped into my head so I put my book aside and told him "What if I told you that things like aliens, time travelers, and ESP existed?" and the look on his face was something that told me I had him on my hook since he actually shut up for once.
So for the entire week before my discharge from the hospital, any time he started to bother me while I was reading I told him about those three things and why I was looking for them.
Each day I'd bounce between telling him about either the aliens, time travelers, ESP, or reasons I'm looking for those things, which all of that information came from the novel I was reading from.
The day before I was discharged, the guy gives me a piece of paper with some writing on it... turns out it was the url to his blogspot page. I don't really know why but I felt like I really needed to get this story off my chest.
I should probably also mention that we were both psychiatric ward patients.
My only sister passed away from a heroin overdose last month. We were close as hell growing up. We fought over everything since we were only two years apart and both girls.
When her son passed away in 2015 she got bad on dope. I had her living with me to help her but she wouldn't get clean. She wanted to but no one could put up with her. She was manic bipolar depressive, verbally abusive, and just disrespectful. She was still a good person though.
Once she moved out I said she could never move back in but if she needed a place to spend the night or eat she was more than welcome. I told her as long as she was on dope I wouldn't deal with her. I made her feel so uncomfortable when she came over that she would sit in the hallway just to get something to eat. I feel so horrible.
She came over the night before she died and my mother who lives with me gave her some food and she went on her way to her friend's house who lives in the same complex as me. I hadn't heard from her in two days which is weird because she was needy as hell. So my friend and I see the coroner at that house and I just had a feeling.
My friend goes up to the door to see who it was and it was my sister and another man who had died. My whole life has been shattered. I feel like a piece of crap. I should have cherished her life, I should have never taken her for granted the way I did. I should have helped her more.
So please anyone who has a relative that you really care about please help them get clean. Please never leave their side. Please never push them away because I would give up everything right now just to turn back time and help my sister
Had a job in Admissions at the local university I was attending. My job was menial, no problem I liked it.
Here is what was not so good—my desk was in the office that handled students bringing in their applications for admission, undergraduate and graduate. My desk should have been in the office of my supervisor down the hall, but there was no room in there.
The supervisor of this admission office, even though technically she was not my supervisor, had me manning the window where students brought their applications. I manned the window for about an hour while the usual gal was on lunch break. I received no training for this job.
On one particular day, I was told by the graduate admission counselor that I should not accept any more graduate applications as the deadline had passed.
A man came to the window with his graduate admission application and I refused him. He asked for a favor. I refused. He pleaded and I refused. He became angry but did not make a scene. He put his head down and asked again for a favor. I refused. He left.
Later that day, after returning to my desk to continue with my own job, the graduate admissions counselor was accepting graduate applications!! I asked her why, as she had told me no more applications. She said it was no big deal to process a few more applications.
My heart sank. I had refused that man. What if I ruined his life? What if he needed to get into graduate school as a condition of that great job he had lined up? What if he did not return on another day and the woman processing graduate applications did not get his application?
What if... what if...what if... Man, if you are out there, I am sincerely sorry and I did not mean to be a witch to you. I was told not to accept applications.
Man, please accept my apology and tell me that I did not totally screw up your life! This experience made me painfully aware of the fact that I was such a witch to that man and might have adversely impacted his life, and I swore to myself I would never be a witch to anyone ever again.
How could I be so cruel and careless? I have been very careful after that when dealing with people in my life. I still think of that man and pray that he has had a fruitful life, in spite of me. Man, again, I ask your forgiveness.
Most humbly, Your Servant.
My step-daughter will be getting married on November 3rd. The wedding planning has consumed most of her and her mother's life (I say her mother because we aren't married, though we've lived together for so many years) for the past six months.
My step-daughter graduated last December from University. I paid for her to go to college, though it was a state school, it still ran $40K. She does not have a job and has been living with us for the duration of her college career and since her graduation. I also bought her a car to get back and forth from school when she finished high school.
From time to time her deadbeat father would pop into her life and she would fawn all over him. Although he has not contributed a cent to her education or paid any child support, though that is my girlfriend's fault as C.S. was not part of the settlement, she still loves him and wants him in her life. He stays long enough to break her heart by skipping town and breaking some promise that he made her.
The wedding venue holds 250 people max. I gave them a list of 20 people that I wanted invited, you know, since I was paying for everything.
They told me that was no problem and they'd take care of it. So I let these people know they'd be getting an invite and they should save the date. Saturday, I saw one of my friends on this list at the golf course and asked if he was coming. He told me that he wasn't invited.
He told me that he got an announcement, but not an invitation. He had it in his back seat (along with probably six months of mail) and showed it to me. Sure enough, it was just an announcement, and my name was nowhere on it. It had her dad's name and her mom's name and not mine.
This led to a pretty big fight with my GF, as I found out that NONE of my list of twenty "made the cut" for the final guest list because "250 people is very tight." I was pissed, but not a hell of a lot I could do because the important people in my life had already been offended.
My GF said "if some people didn't rsvp yes, I might be able to get a couple people in." But that is an ultimate slap in the face in my opinion. So, I was boiling on Saturday.
Yesterday, we had a Sunday dinner with the future in-law's family and us and a surprise guest, the "Real Dad." At this little dinner my step-daughter announced that her "Real Dad" was going to be able to make it to her wedding and that now he'd be able to give her away. This was greeted with a chorus of "Oh how great" and "How wonderful"s.
I don't think I have ever felt so angry and so disrespected. I was shaking. I took a few seconds to gather my composure, because I honestly wasn't sure if I would cry or start throwing punches or both. Once I was sure I'd be able to speak I got up from my chair and said I'd like to make a toast. I can't remember exactly what I said but the gist of it was this:
"I'd like to make a toast."
The sound of spoons against glasses ring in my ears.
"It has been my great pleasure to be a part of this family for the past ten years."
Awe, how sweet.
"At this point in my life I feel I owe a debt of gratitude to bride and groom, because they have opened my eyes to something very important."
Confident smiles exchanged.
"They have showed me that my position in this family is not what I once thought it was."
And now a glimmer of confusion and shock begins to spread on the faces in the room.
"Though I once thought of myself as the patriarch or godfather of the family, commanding great respect and sought out for help in times of need, it seems instead that I hold the position of an ATM, good for a stream of money, but not much else. As I have been replaced as host, both on the invitations and in the ceremony, I am resigning my financial duties as host to my successor, Real Dad. So cheers to the happy couple and the path they have chosen."
I finished my drink. "You all can let yourselves out."
Is this selfish? I'm supposed to shell out 40 - 50 grand for a wedding that I can't invite anyone to? That I am not a part of?
I'm so done with this crap. I'm done with my step-daughter, I'm done with my GF. I transferred the money out of our joint account last night. (she has not had a job since she moved in with me).
This morning I called all the vendors I had written checks to for deposits to refund my money. At present it looks like I'll lose around 150o, for the venue, but the other vendors have been great about refunding.
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