u/ThisFatGirlRuns

A long time ago when I used to check Facebook regularly, I looked up a childhood friend. Hadn't thought of him in ages and wondered how he was doing.

He seemed good, and I saw a photo of him and another guy and a caption about his brother from another mother.

Wait, what? Did that mean...did his dad have an affair?! That couldn't be right?!! Could it?

Took me a good 10 minutes of more Facebook scrolling before I figured it out.

Felt like an eejit! 🤣

I sit near someone who has a constant, barking cough/throat clearing. It reminds me of how a seal sounds. It sounds uncontrollable for this person, so I think its a tic or something. But it drives me to fist clenching rage and I start thinking shut up shut up whenever I hear it. All day I am concious of this noise and my rage just ratchets up the longer it goes on.

I really hate myself because they can't control it and can't help how loud they are.

I can't always have headphones on, but even when I do with music on very loud I can still hear it.

The only saving grace are the days I work frim home.

I hate misophonia. I hate that it makes me irrational and hateful towards people this way.

I'm a Canadan living in Dublin for the past 26 years. For my 50th birthday next week I'm whisking myself away to Waterford for 3 nights.

I've done some research and have a pretty good plan for what to do but I also want to know the shops, markets and restaurants that aren't on the tourist radar.

I like pretty much any kind of food, enjoy galleries and museums, call bookstores my happy place and have a decent budget to go with.

The only clanger is I don't drive so getting around will be limited.

Grateful for ideas and recommendations!

I am an indigenous Canadian woman, born and raised in small town Canada in the 1980s after being adopted in 1979.

I was 3 years old at the time so my parents chose to keep my first and middle names. As a teenager I wished they had changed my name as I felt it was boring, and I had 5 classmates with the same name.

Years later I found put that my parents had planned to change my name by combining my first and middle name and giving my mom's name as my new middle name.

So think going from Mary Jane to Maryjane Grace.

The reason they didn't was so mundane. They just never got around to it. Bummer!

I've loved him since I was 13 (I'm 49 now). His characters and films helped me escape some dark things. It was so easy to live in whatever story he was telling.

When he was in Dublin for the play John Gabriel Borkman in 2010, I learned he would come to the stage door to meet people. All I wanted was to thank him and shake his hand.

It was a fleeting moment, so many people with books and things to sign. But he eventually got to me and I told him what his films meant to me and that I wanted to thank him. I asked if I could shake his hand and he said 'of course'.

So we shook hands and I said thank you again and he thanked me and that was it.

I will never forget it and I am beyond grateful I had that chance. I saw the play a few times and that too was unforgettable.

Thought I would share, and mqybe you've met him too and I would love to hear your story.

I don't eat chocolate often, and my bar of choice is a Tony's Chocolonely. I recently got a Cadbury's Dairy Milk with Oreo bits and I finally understand the comments I've seen here and there in Irish subs saying their chocolate has gone downhill.

I got this chocolate oreo bar during the hottest days of the heatwave, put it on the kitchen counter and kind of forgot about it.

It didn't...melt...like chocolate should. It wasn't solid but it was far from gooey, liquidy, melty chocolate. The texture reminded me of silly puddy. Like I could pull some apart and see my finger print in it silly puddy.

I did try a taste but I couldn't get past the texture. It just didn't feel like chocolate. Not in my mouth or my hand. Not at all.

Maybe I got a dud batch, or maybe the oreo bits caused it but I won't be in a hurry to buy it again.

Please feel free to recommend your favourite chocolate.

Neber eber did I, Hammy tink Meowmy wuz capabble doin dis. Dere I wuz, snoozin cross herz legs. Den I wakey cos she moven dem. She say I sowry Hammy I gots to pee relly bad. Den she picks meh up an movenz meh! I cantz eben! I so sad n mad n dispointen! Can I eber moven on frum dis?

The birthday girl is me, next month! I'll be bringing a cake in to work so it must be SFW. 🥳🎂

Last night I dreamed I was in a medical lab, with a handful of other people and doctors and nurses. I was dying of some unspecified reason. Me and the others. There was no cure.

I was laying face down on a bench with my head hanging off the end. I could feel life leaving me, draining out from my feet to my towards my head. I had a phone call with my family to say goodbye.

Then I died, and the medical team started filling my body with a cold liquid, maybe formaldehyde but when my veins were full to my neck, I came alive. Much to the shock of everyone. I was alive, though my body was fragile, being full of the liquid and I had to move carefully or I might die again.

I was kept in the lab and was a medical curiosity. I went viral on the internet. Memes were being made of me. People and reporters came to talk to me. My favourite band, Placebo wrote a song about me and had me in the video.

The whole time I could feel the delineation of my cold-liquid filled body and my neck/head which was normal. There was a lot more going on, like protesters outside the facility and a second near death scare. I remember being delighted at going viral, and being open to talk to anyone who wanted to meet me.

I wonder what it all means.