I recently moved here (21M), and was looking to make friends with people my age. What places do you recommend to make new friends? My interests are alt/pop/indie/rock music, scifi/fantasy books and movies, philosophy, and sociology. Also like playing but not watching sports.
Finally left. Left that culture. That patriarchy. Those caveman beliefs. Left them. I couldn’t do it anymore. I had enough. Felt like I was going crazy most days. I’d wake up in cold sweats, hoping real life was the dream. Religious nonsense all around me. Constant prayers. Constant shouting. Constant delusions. Endless. But I’m the crazy one!? So no. I left on the most random and unexpected day, and just hit block on my phone. Doesn’t help that my religious folks were the most toxic people I’ve ever met. Blocked them all. Moved out. Dunzo.
Finally waking up in a city with likeminded thinkers, I hear the calm of rational thought. No more misogynistic texts, oppressive hierarchies, and constant hypocrisy from the holier than thou type. I can just breathe, just be, human.
Still feels like I’m dreaming, but this time, I want to stay in it.
Got my own little studio! No more living with toxic old heads or older brothers that don’t have to do their part in house work.
Literally have just been dancing all night, I can’t believe it
I have a job. My finances are in order. I’ll learn how to cook as I go. Yet I’m still scared. I don’t have any support system now. No friends. Never been in a relationship. Just been surviving. But I’ve known I’ve needed to leave since I was a kid.
I need some words of encouragement kind strangers.
Hammer, broken glass, and iscsmn demos are so beautiful. Cried and dance. I feel like the sadder undertones and softer watery production fit the album a lot better in some places. Also fits the title and story.
I feel like the album leaned to heavily in the flattened techno sound, and that flushed away a lot of the grooviness and depth the album needed to be memorable.
I honestly didn’t love Virgin when it came out, but now I’m realizing it might just be the production choices I didn’t like.
Honestly can’t believe it. Years of wondering when my body would be mine. Years of wondering when my mind would be my own. Years of wondering when my spirit wouldn’t be controlled.
I’m cutting all of them off. My whole family is just very fake, brush everything under the rug, and do everything god tells you. And my mother only got more extreme and controlling as she got older. It’s fcking crazy. And no one saw it. No one defended me. No one protected me, the youngest. Everyone was eager to make me look crazy and constantly gaslight me.
I’m done, and I can’t wait to start my new life.
Like so bad. Real real bad. Like I can’t. Grown adults, with grey hairs and white hairs fighting over their favorite superhero characters is just so absurd. Feels like I’m screaming into a void most days. Women and queer people being oppressed because we don’t fit inside these stpid barbaric systems.
It’s all so inhumane. Even at my job, my boss is a Christian who thinks she’s “chosen” and does whatever her pastor tells her to do. Her pastor told her to never wear lip gloss so she stopped, because it was ordained by god. Her pastor told her to never dye her hair, so she stopped because it was ordained by god. She told me this and was so serious too.
Everyone at my job is Christian and it feels like being in the matrix. Also gay. So that’s just a whole nother’ can of worms.
2 weeks ago, I was so excited to sign the lease. This week, I’m back to doubting myself. Thinking I’m in over my head. That it’s cold of me to cut contact with my parents and siblings. They are homophobic and religious. I feel like I have to make myself small around them, even on good days.
Could someone let me know what they’d do in my shoes? I don’t really want to ever speak to any of them anymore. My mother is narcissistic, authoritarian, never takes accountability, and guilt trips me for existing and making her life hard. My father was absent for 20 years, (I’m 22). I’m the bad guy because I don’t want to make amends with some old guy, that clearly just wants a caregiver now that he’s old. He’s a nice guy, but if he was truly so nice, he wouldn’t have abandoned 6 kids just so he “could live a quiet life”, his words. My brothers are not as bad as my mom, but they’re still bigoted men. Ifykyk. I find them draining to be around even when they’re trying to be better.
So my question is: Are my standards too high or am I making the right decision by letting them go? I I feel like leaving is the only way I’ll find peace.
That’s such an interesting way to describe horniness, “when you’re holding a hammer, everything looks like a nail”.
At home, one of my siblings already had an oops baby while his life was a mess and unstable. At work, lots of the women there have multiple kids and multiple baby daddies, while being broke and in toxic relationships.
I wouldn’t care and would not judge, but conversations at work always revolve around fights with these men, restraining orders, custody battles, and other low vibrational chatter. Ugh.
I’m so glad I’m not a part of that, no offense and no shade.
I’m 20, single, childfree, and finally have my own place. I love my life so much. I love my job and actually I like working. I can comfortably afford rent, and enough to splurge on whatever I want every month.
Society lied real bad. I love this life 🌞
I’m finally moving out of my ultra religious patriarchal household. I’m not sure if I should just cut contact with my parents and siblings. Do I announce I’m leaving? My mother is very toxic and abusive. Extremely narcissistic and unable to take accountability. Authoritarian and a religious nut. I don’t see her ever changing, given I’m in my 20s. My father was absent most of my life but came back now at old age. My older siblings were homophobic and got to get away with stuff because they are men. They’ve gotten better and are not like my conservative parents, but still they’re straight men. As a queer person, the casual misogyny and machismo gets exhausting. I stopped putting up with their bs last year, stopped going to church because I was the only one reprimanded for not going, even though my older siblings rarely went.
I retaliated and called everyone out on their bs, and now everyone is trying to brush things under the rug and force family on me. Especially the sperm donor. Known him about a year now, and he even “joked” I’ll give him money and take care of him. It all just feels very predatory, regardless of how nice they can be sometimes.
What would you do in my shoes?
It really bugs that most of society is brainwashed by outdated Stone Age fairly tales, and people’s rights and dignity are contingent on what anthology fiction book says about them. We.are.so.far.behind.
As a society.
I wish I knew other people irl with the same frustrations. I feel like I’m going crazy because no one else is non religious where I’m from.
I’ve been an atheist since I was 14, and what made me deconstruct so early was the misogyny. Not just in religion, but culturally. I noticed a pattern of hatred for women and femininity everywhere I went, especially in groups with men.
Why is it that all over the world where Abrahamic religions are dominant, women are the most oppressed?
I know religions partially did this to control lineages for men, but the outright hatred for women’s existence and femininity never clicked for me.
I think it’s something much deeper.
I can’t believe it. I’ve had to pinch myself all day. I’m actually getting out of this toxic situation. Like omg.
I’m 22 years old and somehow have never been able to relate to anyone or form any deep connections. Never had much in common with my family. Or the culture I was born into. Most people think I’m weird or slightly off putting. I’m constantly asked to changed, like there’s something inherently wrong about me.
I see people with friends and family, and just feel more alien. Even with weird kids, or outcasts, I’m still reminded I don’t fit . I feel out of place on this planet and wish I could just go home. Wherever that is.
My parents had five kids. Only my mom raised us. My dad left when I was like one. My father finally decided to come back after being pressured by my mom when I was 20. 3 of my brothers were forced to live with him during their high school years, but I was never raised by him. His first time meeting me, I was a full grown adult. And my first time meeting him, he was an elderly man (nearing 70). Even in the first month, he would joke about how it was my duty to take care of him and serve him, similar to how he was serving me a few plates of rice. Or forcefully getting my cup and spoon when I could’ve gotten it myself. He even “joked” I would give him money once I finished school and got a big boy job…
The rest of my family isn’t aware of this, but also they seem to like the newest member of the family that should’ve been the first. My mom this morning told everyone to say happy Father’s Day to him, and I just stayed quiet. My second older brother was like, did everyone say happy Father’s Day? I felt very uncomfortable, given I’m almost 21 now and have barely known him. Also the only stories I heard of him when I was younger, were from my brothers rehashing times he would scoot away from gay men out in public. I am gay, and they are the religious type that break the rules but judge gay people. It just feels ingenuous but expected to put a smile on my face and let people walk over me, in the name of “family” and “keeping the peace”.
Currently eating Doritos. Played some video games. Took a nap. Ate more Doritos and am now watching tv.
Can’t imagine not being able to do this because I had kids. Love my freedom to do nothing 😌✨