u/Helwyr_

I’m a big fan of Jane Austen. I’ve read some of her books and they are on my top ones. My absolute favorite book by her is Pride and Prejudice of course. The “guilty pleasure” of many.

Reading her biography, I came to realize that Emma sounds a lot like Jane herself. Of course not entirely, as it’s not an autobiography, but quite a lot. Here’s the thing though, I find this book to be boring. Just plain on boring with no meaning. It’s like going through the longest gossip magazine in existence. A *ton* of completely unimportant information, that are irrelevant with the main plot, that make the book an ordeal to go through. I still haven’t finished it yet but good God. I absolutely *dread* every page. I can’t even believe I’m saying this for Jane Austen.

I love the way she writes. Her language and grammar. This isn’t the usual rant about how *selfish* and *mean* Emma is. I absolutely adore Emma and I find her cute as she slowly realizes her mistakes. She’s a good person just a little sheltered and spoiled, which I don’t mind! I do like Mr. Knightley too and I only hoped we saw more of them. And oh, Mr. Woodhouse. *(I adore you!)* But I am on page 300 out of 416 and barely nothing has happened. I can’t seem to find the point of the book. I do realize the slight irony and humor in there but it’s so dim and barely there, that passes nearly unnoticed.

Who knows? I most likely am on the wrong here. English isn’t my first language, so I might not catch such a delicate yet confusing dialect of the Victorian Era. My friend gave me this book as a birthday gift, because we spoke about it as a great book by Jane Austen. Both me and he, read positive comments from so many people and we agreed on reading it together. Just a side note, me and him, resemble so much Emma and Mr. Knightley as personalities, so perhaps that’s why I adore them both. Anyway, I hope Volume III proves me wrong and the book climbs up to my top favorites! I’d like to hear your thoughts.

I wonder if any of you ladies have experienced this. When I’ve eaten something that caused me a flaire up, sometimes it hurts like period cramps. Even my lower back hurts. I’m wondering what that could be.

I’m specifically 24. The past 1-2 years, my patience has been running out. I’ve tried a lot to get out there and meet new people and I’ve succeeded, only later on to find out that I truly cannot stand anyone. I’m so tired putting effort in friendships that never seem to offer any back. I’ve been ghosted countless times, like I’m some piece of trash to throw and be done with. I’ve been getting ironic comments from my current friends, I’ve even had one of them tell me on my birthday part “I only came for the food, haha!” Like seriously?

I have no problem meeting new people. I enjoy it actually. They seem interested as well and once things escalate a bit, that’s it. It’s like they stop caring altogether. And that brings me to the conclusion, that too many people are truly so goddamn shallow. Not just by friendships but also romantic relationships and my everyday interactions in my job (customer service). People are ridiculously selfish and just plain on mean. Not every one of course, but the biggest percentage which absolutely cannot be ignored.

About a month ago, I was working alone at the shop. No coworkers, no boss nor a soul in sight. I'd fallen into my phone (I'm allowed) scrolling with the kind of devotion you'd expect from a monk at prayer.

(Now, important detail: at the time I was on a medication that had basically turned me into a biological weapon.
This wasn't normal gas, it was like something inside me had died, found God, lost God again, and was now seeking revenge.)

So I felt the air moving down, and down towards the exit. I didn't even bother checking around me. I mean, why would I, I was alone, right? And I let loose the loudest, biggest, most poisonous fart known to mankind. A sound like a bouzouki snapping in half.

I lifted my head up casually, like nothing happened and one of our regulars stood stiff as a candle like she'd just watched someone get exorcised right there by the register. She was trying so hard to play it cool, but her eyes were glistening like she'd just chopped ten onions. I had tears too; half from the smell, half from raw, undiluted embarrassment.

She bought something in a hurry, like she needed to escape before her skin started melting off, and disappeared. She'd been a regular and ever since that morning I’ve never seen her again. I haven’t told a soul until now. I’m so embarrassed.

About a month ago, I was working alone at the shop. No coworkers, no boss nor a soul in sight. I'd fallen into my phone (I'm allowed) scrolling with the kind of devotion you'd expect from a monk at prayer.

(Now, important detail: at the time I was on a medication that had basically turned me into a biological weapon.
This wasn't normal gas, it was like something inside me had died, found God, lost God again, and was now seeking revenge.)

So I felt the air moving down, and down towards the exit. I didn't even bother checking around me. I mean, why would I, I was alone, right? And I let loose the loudest, biggest, most poisonous fart known to mankind. A sound like a bouzouki snapping in half.

I lifted my head up casually, like nothing happened and one of our regulars stood stiff as a candle like she'd just watched someone get exorcised right there by the register. She was trying so hard to play it cool, but her eyes were glistening like she'd just chopped ten onions. I had tears too; half from the smell, half from raw, undiluted embarrassment.

She bought something in a hurry, like she needed to escape before her skin started melting off, and disappeared. She'd been a regular and ever since that morning I’ve never seen her again. I haven’t told a soul until now. I’m so embarrassed.

About a month ago, I was working alone at the shop. No coworkers, no boss nor a soul in sight. I'd fallen into my phone (I'm allowed) scrolling with the kind of devotion you'd expect from a monk at prayer.

(Now, important detail: at the time I was on a medication that had basically turned me into a biological weapon.
This wasn't normal gas, it was like something inside me had died, found God, lost God again, and was now seeking revenge.)

So I felt the air moving down, and down towards the exit. I didn't even bother checking around me. I mean, why would I, I was alone, right? And I let loose the loudest, biggest, most poisonous fart known to mankind. A sound like a bouzouki snapping in half.

I lifted my head up casually, like nothing happened and one of our regulars stood stiff as a candle like she'd just watched someone get exorcised right there by the register. She was trying so hard to play it cool, but her eyes were glistening like she'd just chopped ten onions. I had tears too; half from the smell, half from raw, undiluted embarrassment.

She bought something in a hurry, like she needed to escape before her skin started melting off, and disappeared. She'd been a regular and ever since that morning I’ve never seen her again. I haven’t told a soul until now. I’m so embarrassed.

I’m working customer service a few years now. I’m 24 for the record, yet I’ve nearly lost all my patience. I CANNOT stand people for the life of me anymore. I can’t communicate with them anymore. I just hear stupid stuff all day and every day by customers. There’s absolutely no way people are that stupid. In the end of the day, I’m thinking that everyone has a story, their struggles etc yet the very next day, I am proven wrong.

Imagine this with me now, right? You’re in a super market or a tiny enclosed space, recycled-air hellhole where everyone is trying to mind their own business and leave without making any eye contact whatsoever. Right?

Great! Then, some absolute specimen of human audacity walks in, visibly dying, coughing like a Victorian orphan with consumption, not a mask, not a tissue, not even the basic decency to turn their head away.

I am not immune. I am not the protagonist of your personal plague movie. Some of us have chronic conditions. Some of us have spent summers collecting diseases like Pokémon specifically because people like YOU decided that a mask was too much effort.

I don’t know if I sound selfish or entitled but the fact that I take care of myself a lot makes me want to have some standards for at least the bare minimum. Just a year ago he decided to cut his hair (that reached his butt) and not look so greasy. His glasses don’t match his face at all, he doesn’t dress nicely at all and his clothes are very old. He doesn’t take care of his skin, a lot of times he smells like sweat, he sweats a lot that’s why but dude come on.

I don’t understand why I’ve met SO many men that just don’t give a damn about their appearance and then cry because they can’t find a woman. I do like this dude. We have great chemistry. I love his personality and I trust him a lot but truly, if he took care of himself just a tiny bit more he would be a 100/10 in my eyes.

Am I the as*hole in this situation?

Ο θείος μου γενικά δεν ήταν ποτέ καλά. Τα τελευταία χρόνια έχει σαλέψει εντελώς. Τους βρίζει όλους χωρίς λόγο, μας έχει κάνει όλους μπλοκ στο τηλέφωνο αλλά μας παίρνει από αποκρύψει για να μας βρίσει. Κυριολεκτικά κανένας δεν του κάνει τίποτα.

Έχει πολλά λεφτά, αλλά θέλει να μείνει στο σπίτι της γιαγιάς μου, που κατοικεί από τότε που χώρισε μαζί με τον γιο του (επίσης πολύ ανώμαλο παιδί), ενώ μπορεί πολύ άνετα να νοικιάσει ένα σπίτι κάπου. Σκοτωνόμαστε καθημερινά και μας έχει προκαλέσει προβλήματα. Δεν του μιλάει κανένας, δεν έχει φίλους πλέον, αν ψοφήσει δεν θα πάει κανένας στη κηδεία του. Η καημένη η γιαγιά τι φταίει; 85 χρονών είναι μάλλον. Δεν έχουμε ούτε ένα χαρτί της, ούτε ταυτότητα. Δεν ξέρουμε πότε είναι γεννημένη. Παπούα δεν υπάρχει εδώ και χρόνια.

Και άντε και έρχεται εδώ. Τα έχει χαμένα και εκείνη, δεν βλέπει και δεν ακούει. Δεν θέλει να βάλει ακουστικό. Εμένα δεν με ακούει καθόλου πλέον και δεν μπορούμε να μιλήσουμε εάν δεν κάνουμε νοήματα. Τώρα να μάθει νοητική δεν παίζει και ούτε έχω όρεξη και εγώ. Το θέμα όμως δεν είναι αυτό, με τον θείο μου μπορεί να γίνει κάτι; Λογικά ο άνθρωπος θέλει ψυχιατρείο αλλά δεν μπορεί απλά να πάει έτσι, ποτέ δεν θα πάει αλλά έχει τρελαθεί. Γίνεται να διώξει έτσι απλά κάποιον από το σπίτι του;

I just had a bit more of chocolate and I’m suffering. Yay!

Why’s that?

I’m 24. I have zero social life. I have no idea how I’m supposed to meet with friends while we are work nearly full time plus other responsibilities. My life is work-home-home-work. Thats it. The little time I’ve left within the day, I have to cook/eat so I can survive, clean my dirty ass and take a breath or two before sleeping to do everything again the next day. ALWAYS, when I’m able to go out, others cannot and the opposite. That my life 3 years now. It’s unbelievable. It’s truly mind boggling how adults in today’s world live like. No wonder why depression and anxiety rates have skyrocketed. I honestly have no idea how I will be able to live like this for the rest of my life without spiraling into a burnout. I’m actually already experiencing one but I truly have no other choice.

The other day, I made a joke with a friend of mine. To take a bag and leave for the mountains. See and hear no one and nothing.

Since a young age (about 20, now nearly 25) I got to know how to run a business and actually, how difficult it is. I work daily with different kinds of customers that some actually made me lock myself in the bathroom to calm down and the only conclusion I’ve come up with, no matter how much I’m trying to sympathize with everyone, is that people are *fucking disgusting!*

That’s it. I despise the human kind. I’ve been lied to, flirted against my will, harassed, bullied, cursed, threatened and what else and I’m on my limit. Whoever hasn’t worked in customer service, please don’t even bother reading any further or even commenting. People who haven’t gone through it or even had someone that worked in a similar position, *cannot* *comprehend* the intensity of what I’m saying. I have zero tolerance for anyone anymore and at this point, I don’t even wonder why the planet is in this state.

I’m so tired. I don’t want to deal with people anymore. I’ve actually become a bitter person from how done I’m with this. You know what? I’m weird. I’m a very weird person. Perhaps even on the spectrum weird. I’m awkward and shy but I’m absolutely not stupid. I am worth of respect just like I’m respectful to everyone I’m dealing with. If people, even pretending, just kept the basic polite manners the world would be so much better.

Θα συμφωνήσω στο ότι ο σεβασμός κερδίζεται. Όμως, έστω τα βασικά προσχήματα κατά τη γνώμη μου θα πρέπει να τα κρατάμε. Πληθυντικός, όμορφος τρόπος επικοινωνίας κτλ. Επειδή είμαι 24 και γυναίκα, δεν σημαίνει ότι είμαι χαζή, ηλίθια ή άπειρη. Δεν μπορώ να καταλάβω γιατί όλοι μου μιλούν στον ενικό λες και με ξέρουν χθες και ούτε γιατί με προσβάλουν ή μου μιλούν επιθετικά στον χώρο εργασίας μου.

Δουλεύω με πολλούς πελάτες καθημερινά και συναναστρέφομαι με πολλούς ανθρώπους. Πολλές φορές με αντιμετωπίζουν σχεδόν υποτιμητικά σαν «να μην ξέρω» και ζητούν τον υπεύθυνο. Οταν βλέπουν όμως ότι ο υπεύθυνος είναι μεγάλος άντρας κατευθείαν γίνονται πρόβατα.

Δεν καταλαβαίνω αυτή τη συμπεριφορά ούτε που αποσκοπεί πραγματικά.

Θεωρώ πως η Ακροδεξιά έχει υπερβολικές απόψεις. Ίσως και επικίνδυνες. Το να βλέπω 12-17 χρονών παιδιά να τριγυρνούν στους δρόμους με μαχαίρια, όπλα, να βρίζουν, να παρενοχλούν ξένο κόσμο, να φωνάζουν ναζιστικα συνθήματα, είναι τρομακτικό. Τι μπορεί να βλέπουν στο σπίτι τους για να συμπεριφέρονται έτσι;

Τις προάλλες άκουσα στο λεωφορείο μια παρέα εφήβων, κάπου στα 14-15, ότι δεν η κοπέλα ακριβώς μπροστά τους δεν είναι άξια ούτε να τη βιάσουν. Είμαστε Καθόλου καλα; Άλλο περιστατικό ήταν άλλη μια παρέα 13-14 σε μια πλατεία κάπου τα μεσάνυχτα που γυρνούσα σπίτι. Τσίριζαν και ούρλιαζαν. Σε κάποια στιγμή ήρθε ένα παλικάρι δίπλα μου και μου τσιριξε στο αυτί χωρίς κανέναν λόγο και άρχισαν να χασκογελούν. Οταν τους κοίταξα, σοβαρεύτηκαν και άρχισαν να με διαολοστελνουν, να βρίζουν τη μάνα μου, να μου εύχονται θάνατο κτλ μέχρι να βγω από τη πλατεία άκουγα που με έβριζαν.

Γονείς, ειλικρινά ρωτάω, έχετε επίβλεψη των παιδιών σας; Αλήθεια θέλω να μάθω πως γίνεται να συμπεριφέρεται κάποιος, ένα τόσο νέο παιδί που δεν έχει ζήσει τίποτα, με αυτόν τον τρόπο. Για ποιο λόγο η κοινωνία μας έχει έρθει σε αυτό το σημείο;

I’m 24F. My Instagram popped an account of my my old classmate in highschool. I just saw a dozen photos with her friends, lots of traveling and boyfriend.

I must be doing something wrong in life. It’s not just this classmate, I see it every day in my life from my work. Experiences of people. I work with young people and I get to her lots of things and I’m jealous. I could never travel. I can’t travel now either because I have no one to do with nor I have the money. I don’t have friends, I’ve tried so hard to belong somewhere but I guess people just don’t like me. I’m everyone’s last resort. Never had a relationship and I doubt I’ll find anyone in life. I’ve honestly just given up. Never studied at a university so I didn’t find new friends that most people find there because of the pandemic and the fact that o dropped to work.

My life is pathetic. I’m pathetic. What stories will I tell to people? My kids, if I ever have? That I was lonely at my parents’ house? I don’t know. I don’t know why I’m so far behind everyone. It’s like I’m the alien. Even if I tried, I always feel like I never belong and I’m the black sheep. That everything I do is the weird/odd way. I’m truly a failure. I’ve already failed in life.

There’s no way it’s for promotion or getting to know a product better just how ads were a few years ago. Obviously it has to do with the companies and money beside it but I just don’t get it.

I can’t get ANYTHING from it. It’s actually like it’s messing with me. Can’t write a dialogue, doesn’t listen, uses the most cliche phrases in existence. What the hell?! I can’t be the only one here. I’m so done with Claude.

I switched to Claude after years on ChatGPT because I couldn’t get anything out of ChatGPT when they made the big change. Few months back. Now, that my project is longer and bigger, Claude consumes a lot of tokens. I’m reaching my usage within 2 hours with few texts. It’s important to note that I’m only outlining (very detailed outlines though) so I’m wondering what will happen once I start actually writing each chapter.

One important thing to note though is that I wasn’t using ChatGPT’s project. I just went ahead and copy pasted everything in every chat. So I wasn’t using it right. So I wonder, whoever uses ChatGPT, whether it’s worth the switching.