u/No-Nobody3836

i'm so terrified of being the kind of person who goes through life thinking the world revolves around them, stepping on people, being completely delusional about how they come across and genuinely having zero ability to see it. like it actually scares me.

so i've kind of swung to the opposite extreme. i see things from other people's perspectives even when they've done me wrong. i give people the benefit of the doubt constantly. i let people walk all over me sometimes because i'm so scared of being the unreasonable one.

and the deeply ironic part is that even typing this i'm scared that i'm being unself-aware by assuming i'm more empathetic and understanding than i actually am. like the fear eats itself lol.

i genuinely do not understand how people can move through the world being so confidently wrong about how they treat others and never once question it. it actually baffles me.

the problem is i'm in a field where you kind of need that energy. delusional self-belief, confidence that borders on arrogance, being a little cutthroat. and i just can't. i find it so absurd. but i think my inability to tap into that is genuinely holding me back.

i'm so terrified of being the kind of person who goes through life thinking the world revolves around them, stepping on people, being completely delusional about how they come across and genuinely having zero ability to see it. like it actually scares me.

so i've kind of swung to the opposite extreme. i see things from other people's perspectives even when they've done me wrong. i give people the benefit of the doubt constantly. i let people walk all over me sometimes because i'm so scared of being the unreasonable one.

and the deeply ironic part is that even typing this i'm scared that i'm being unself-aware by assuming i'm more empathetic and understanding than i actually am. like the fear eats itself lol.

i genuinely do not understand how people can move through the world being so confidently wrong about how they treat others and never once question it. it actually baffles me.

the problem is i'm in a field where you kind of need that energy. delusional self-belief, confidence that borders on arrogance, being a little cutthroat. and i just can't. i find it so absurd. but i think my inability to tap into that is genuinely holding me back.

Not sure if this is the right subreddit tbh sorry in advance if this post doesn’t belong here.

About 2 years ago my friend (20M) passed away. He was really young and it was sudden and completely devastating.

There’s this one thing I haven’t been able to shake though. I basically predicted his death as a joke, and I never told anyone because it felt so insensitive and weird to bring up when everyone was already grieving so much.

So about a month before he passed, me (19F) and another friend (19M) were all hanging out with him and somehow the conversation turned to psychics and future predictions. As a joke they both asked me to read their palms. I did 19M first and told him he’d get married four times and each one would end in a nasty divorce, and at some point he’d lose custody of his kids. We all laughed because it was so mean but also genuinely sounded like something that would happen to him, and he jokingly said he deadass believed it.

Then 20M wanted his reading too, he was excited about it. I took his palm and just couldn’t picture his future the way I could with 19M. So I jokingly told him I couldn’t think of anything, and said that probably means he’ll die soon, acting all shocked about it. All three of us laughed. Then he asked how soon, and I thought about it and said maybe a month. 19M goes “come back in a month and we’ll see if your prediction is true.”

Almost exactly a month later, he was gone.

I didn’t even connect it to the prediction at first. It hit me a few days after and I just felt so unsettled. I swear on everything this actually happened. It’s been sitting with me for so long and I just needed to say it somewhere.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

About 2 years ago my friend (20M) passed away. He was really young and it was sudden and completely devastating.

There’s this one thing I haven’t been able to shake though. I basically predicted his death as a joke, and I never told anyone because it felt so insensitive and weird to bring up when everyone was already grieving so much.

So about a month before he passed, me (19F) and another friend (19M) were all hanging out with him and somehow the conversation turned to psychics and future predictions. As a joke they both asked me to read their palms. I did 19M first and told him he’d get married four times and each one would end in a nasty divorce, and at some point he’d lose custody of his kids. We all laughed because it was so mean but also genuinely sounded like something that would happen to him, and he jokingly said he deadass believed it.

Then 20M wanted his reading too, he was excited about it. I took his palm and just couldn’t picture his future the way I could with 19M. So I jokingly told him I couldn’t think of anything, and said that probably means he’ll die soon, acting all shocked about it. All three of us laughed. Then he asked how soon, and I thought about it and said maybe a month. 19M goes “come back in a month and we’ll see if your prediction is true.”

Almost exactly a month later, he was gone.

I didn’t even connect it to the prediction at first. It hit me a few days after and I just felt so unsettled. I swear on everything this actually happened. It’s been sitting with me for so long and I just needed to say it somewhere.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I want to be married and in love and have kids and all the things but the idea of sharing a room with someone for the rest of my life actually makes me feel sick lol.

I grew up with 4 siblings and shared a room my whole childhood, at 13 my older siblings moved out to college and I’ve have had my own room ever since. I'm 21 now and I have not shared a room with anyone in all that time.

A few years ago I lived in a house with friends from college and my room was massive so we'd have sleepovers there all the time. People sleeping on mattresses on the floor, a few in my bed, and don't get me wrong I'm a pretty social person and I loved it, we'd stay up talking all night. But one time during exam season it stretched to 4 days straight because we lived close to uni and friends would just crash so they could wake up and go straight to the library. At first I was fine but between being at the library all day and constantly having people around me I had zero moments to myself and I ended up crying in the bathroom at some point lol. Day 4 I had to fake being sick so I could have my room back and my friends lowkey got the hint.

And that was just my friends!! The idea of having a man in my room and bed every single night is mortifying to me. What if he wants to talk when I want to ugly cry alone or watch trash reality tv in peace lol.

I'm a hopeless romantic and I love being in love and I get super clingy when I like someone, but something about the idea of losing all privacy makes marriage feel so claustrophobic to me. Anyone else feel this way or is it just me

I’m 21, born in 2004, grew up in the 2010s and early 2020s. Every time I see 90s nostalgia content I genuinely feel envious. I really hope I don’t come across as a pick me or like “I’m not like other people my age”, but there’s so much about growing up now that genuinely bothers me.

The constant social media pressure, everyone always watching and performing for each other, the whole looksmaxxing culture, being pushed as a woman to get Botox and plastic surgery at younger and younger ages. Seeing my little cousins and siblings basically raised on iPads and having access to the entire internet before they can even read properly. Dating is a whole other mess, the endless TikTok “theories” like the bird theory (if you tell your boyfriend you saw a bird and he’s not enthusiastic enough about it you should break up with him), and I’ll be the first to admit I’ve been guilty of the dumb stuff too, like texting my friends to analyze whether a guy liking my Instagram story meant something, or breaking no contact with an ex by sending him a TikTok.

My phone broke for a week once and I had to use a flip phone and honestly it was kind of amazing. Not being reachable every second of the day felt like a relief in a way I didn’t expect.

I know I’m probably looking at the 90s through rose colored glasses. I wasn’t there, I don’t actually know what it was like, and growing up then had its own problems for sure. But I still can’t shake this weird nostalgia for a time I never even lived through.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

So I'm supposed to start my Foundation in Arts (Management) at UCSI at the end of this month, and I'm honestly starting to second guess myself a bit.

When I went there in person to check the place out, I genuinely liked it. The campus felt good and the staff were really nice, welcoming and accommodating. They had a lot of positive things to say about the uni which made me feel good about my choice. I also picked it because I got a strong scholarship offer (my grades were pretty high so they told me I'd most likely get it, still waiting on the official confirmation), the fees are reasonable especially with the scholarship, and I really liked that they have internships built in every year. The plan is to do my foundation there and then go straight into their 3 year Business Management degree.

But honestly since then the experience has been pretty frustrating. I'm an international student so I'm back in my home country waiting on my visa, and the communication from their side has been really bad. Slow responses, issues not being sorted, just a lot of stress around the whole thing. And I haven't even started yet. That's what's worrying me. If this is how things are before day one, what's it going to be like once I'm actually studying there?

So I guess my questions are, is UCSI actually decent for Business Management or is it as bad as some of the stuff I've been reading online? And would you recommend switching after foundation year or just sticking it out? If switching, where would you guys suggest for an international student that has good scholarships, affordable fees, decent employment rates and good courses? I’m planning to work really hard and get a strong GPA during foundation, so I’d be in a good position to transfer if needed. Just want to make the right call before I invest 3+ more years somewhere. Any advice is hugely appreciated!

My grandma has Alzheimer’s and has been living with us for the past year. Her condition keeps getting worse and it’s honestly been hard to watch, but it’s also made me really curious about what Alzheimer’s actually feels like from the patient’s perspective.

I’m away at college most of the time, but when I came back recently she didn’t recognize me at all. Sometimes she barely recognizes my mom either. One time she asked who my mom was, and when my mom said she was her daughter, my grandma said she was too young to have a daughter that old.

There are rare moments where it seems like she does know who I am, but I don’t like questioning her too much or testing her memory because it scares me to confuse or overwhelm her more.

What I keep wondering is whether not recognizing people feels scary to them. In her head, does it feel like she’s surrounded by strangers, or is it more like she sees familiar faces but just can’t place who they are? I don’t really know how to explain it.

She also talks to people who aren’t there and constantly says she wants to “go home” even though she’s already at home.

I guess my question is what Alzheimer’s actually feels like from the patient’s perspective. Do they still fully process what people say to them? Are they aware something is wrong, or does reality genuinely feel different to them?

I’m 21F. I’ve been with 3 different guys in my life. All of them ended up with the same girl after ending things with me. This has been ongoing since I was 14. None of the guys know each other they’re all from completely different phases of my life. Ask me anything

Assalamu alaikum,

Thank you to anyone who takes the time to read this and respond.

I recently came across this verse in the Qur’an:

وَالَّذِينَ هُمْ لِفُرُوجِهِمْ حَافِظُونَ
إِلَّا عَلَىٰ أَزْوَاجِهِمْ أَوْ مَا مَلَكَت****ْ أَيْمَانُهُمْ فَإِنَّهُمْ غَيْرُ مَلُومِينَ
(Surah Al-Mu’minun 23:5–6, also repeated in 70:29–30)

I’m trying my best to be a good Muslim and not question everything too much, I genuinely believe Islam is the truth, but this verse has been causing me a lot of confusion and distress and I’m struggling to understand.

What I don’t understand is how this would be considered consensual. Did enslaved women have the ability to say no to intimacy or refuse the situation entirely? If not, then I find it difficult to see how this would be different from rape. I also don’t understand why this is not considered zina if it is outside of marriage.

One of the things I’ve always appreciated about Islam is how it regulates desire through marriage, mutual respect, and choice, where both people have rights and choose each other. Because of that, I’m struggling to understand whether this could encourage lust in men instead.

I also keep thinking about the dignity and rights of these women, especially if they were Muslim themselves. If a Muslim woman is not allowed intimacy outside of marriage, how is this situation understood from her perspective?

I’m genuinely trying to understand this properly. If anyone has knowledge, explanations, or resources,I would really appreciate that.

this happened last year

i (20f) was living with two of my friends from uni (both 21f). i’ll call them S and A.

our place had a big gate to get into the yard and then the actual house door. we all had keys for the inside door, but there was only one key for the big gate and we never bothered copying it. so whoever finished uni earliest that day would take it

that day A had it because her classes ended before ours. S and i got home at the same time and assumed A was already inside since she said she’d go straight home after class

you can’t really see through the gate but you can hear pretty clearly. we rang the bell a couple times and then we heard the inside door open, like someone was coming out. right after that we both heard A’s voice say “one second guys i’m coming.” it sounded exactly like her. then we heard shuffling like someone walking around in shoes

so we just stood there waiting. nothing happened

we rang again, waited again, still nothing. at that point i was getting annoyed because it was hot and we’d both had a long day. i kept ringing and knocking but no response at all

so we called A she picked up and immediately it doesn’t sound like she’s home. we told her to open the door she goes “i’m not home, i went out to get food, i’m on my way back”

me and S just looked at each other i literally felt sick. i asked her if she heard it too and she said yes, we both heard the exact same thing

there’s no one else living there. and it didn’t just kinda sound like A, it was her voice, the way she talks and everything

i don’t live there anymore but while we were there my roommates and I would constantly hear noises when we were home alone

Genuinely creepiest place I’ve ever lived in

this happened last year

i (20f) was living with two of my friends from uni (both 21f). i’ll call them S and A.

our place had a big gate to get into the yard and then the actual house door. we all had keys for the inside door, but there was only one key for the big gate and we never bothered copying it. so whoever finished uni earliest that day would take it

that day A had it because her classes ended before ours. S and i got home at the same time and assumed A was already inside since she said she’d go straight home after class

you can’t really see through the gate but you can hear pretty clearly. we rang the bell a couple times and then we heard the inside door open, like someone was coming out. right after that we both heard A’s voice say “one second guys i’m coming.” it sounded exactly like her. then we heard shuffling like someone walking around in shoes

so we just stood there waiting. nothing happened

we rang again, waited again, still nothing. at that point i was getting annoyed because it was hot and we’d both had a long day. i kept ringing and knocking but no response at all

so we called A she picked up and immediately it doesn’t sound like she’s home. we told her to open the door she goes “i’m not home, i went out to get food, i’m on my way back”

me and S just looked at each other i literally felt sick. i asked her if she heard it too and she said yes, we both heard the exact same thing

there’s no one else living there. and it didn’t just kinda sound like A, it was her voice, the way she talks and everything

i don’t live there anymore but while we were there my roommates and I would constantly hear noises when we were home alone

Genuinely creepiest place I’ve ever lived in