u/Such_Atmosphere_5838

Please tell me what your experience was like!

Before any of the trolls comment, yes I’m working on getting to a place where this doesn’t happen. I gained a lot of weight recently after the loss of my father. I quit my job and after three months of sitting around, I finally found one. Though, it’s retail. I will probably be standing for most of the day. I find that went I stand around a lot, my feet hurt really bad.

Any advice on how I can ease the pain as I get used to standing around all day?

I am waiting to start a new job next week. I can’t spend a ton of money and I’m tired of sitting on my phone and in front of the tv. How do y’all stay busy at home when you are off?

I’m trying to not get fast food because I’m trying to make money from this lol. But I don’t feel comfortable using their stuff to cook.

Any ideas?

I would never do something like that to my family even though I don’t really care for any of them. I seem to not care about anything actually. I kinda just exist. I can’t get a job. I can’t lose weight. I can’t stop drinking. I hate my life.

I lived in a small bungalow that was part of a set of 6 stand-alone bungalows. It was at the edge of a rough area and rent was cheap. There was this older guy that lived at the far end of the set of bungalows opposite me.

He had a dog he would walk around the neighborhood several times a day. It felt like every time I left my house, he just happened to be walking by.

The landlord used this guy as a handy man when any of the units needed fixing. I guess the old neighbor would get money off of his rent and the landlord was happy to not have to leave his cushy house on the nice side of town. The old neighbor was helpful, but he always made me super uncomfortable.

One day I was going to get my mail and he stopped me. I had just lost a bunch of weight after losing my mom. He told me “you know you are actually quite pretty now.” It was weird and he was standing way too close to me. It got weird so I escaped the interaction.

I always could hear him waking around my place. There was no fence separating each of the bungalows, so you could walk all the way around each one. And he did.

One night, I was in the bathroom and I could hear a different neighbor scolding the older neighbor. He yelled at the old guy and said “why are you doing?” And the old neighbor said “oh, just going for a walk and checking up on the neighbors here.” I couldn’t see what was happening, but it confirmed for me that the old neighbor was peeking into our houses.

I got the sudden idea to look this man up on the sex offender list. I didn’t even need his name, I just typed in the address and sure enough, he came up. He had been arrested for stuff with a minor.

Luckily, after that I began the process of finding a new place. When he saw me packing up my Uhaul he came by (of course) and told me he would miss me. He even asked me where I was going. I lied, of course, but I swear the look he gave me told me he didn’t believe me.

He was such a weird guy. He was so intense and desperate for social interaction, I almost felt bad. But I’m glad I no longer live there.

Edit:

Thank you for the validation. While I was actively living in that house near the pedo neighbor, I had posted my situation to several subreddits asking for advice and A LOT of people told me I was overreacting and that the 80 year old creeper was actually harmless. It made me feel crazy. I finally validated after I’ve moved away.

In the dream, we were at a house that I understood to be my uncle’s house. Though, how it looked was unfamiliar, but it felt familiar in the dream. It was my birthday and my whole family was there for the birthday party. I remember telling everyone to wait for me, the birthday girl, to hit the piñata outside. They started hitting it and partying without me. I walked into the back room where my mom was sitting in bed. I laid down next to her and she held me in a comforting way.

That was the whole dream. For context, my mom was not very affectionate and we had a rough relationship. We didn’t speak for years and then I got the call that she had passed. My dad’s side of the family has historically been shady despite being the family I’ve been closest to my whole life. It feels weird to be comforted by her in a dream.

I’d love any interpretations.