Last night was the first night in more than a month that my best friend and I hung out. It was for her 40th birthday. For background, everyone but me in our friend group is Vietnamese. So when people started showing up, they spoke Vietnamese only. This is fine, I get it. They’d rather speak their mother tongue around me. Even if that means I don’t understand a word anyone is saying. I’ve brought this up to her, only for her to turn it around me as if somehow it is my fault for not joining a conversation that I have no frame of reference to. Whatever, it is what it is.

I’ve supported her through her divorce. I’ve been the only one to listen when she cried, to offer her an ear time and time again when she told me about how bad it was for her. To offer her support of what to do in the steps she needed to take to file and etcetera.

But tonight was too much.

They all showed up, and as usual talked only Vietnamese, which again I don’t understand. But the moment her motherfucking new boyfriend, an American guy, showed up, they all switched to English. It was like magic! Wow, suddenly everybody can talk English—it was amazing! So somehow when I am with the group, I need to be understanding because one or two people don’t speak English well. But when that motherfucker showed up, they all made the fucking effort to try, for him. He didn’t even try to know me past “what’s up?” Clearly she has not told him how close her and I were (or was, now). I feel betrayed. I feel hurt. And above all I feel like a fool for listening to her bullshit excuses why they talk the way they do, when some motherfucker she has known for two months shows up and it’s suddenly English. Fuck that. I’m tired of being bored, and I see the fucking hypocrisy now. I hope this is worth it for her.

I’m happy that she found someone who makes her happy. I am devastated that it comes at the cost of our friendship. He can eat shit and walk into traffic for all I care. I love her like the big sis she has been to me, but last night, I reached my motherfucking limit on bullshit I can deal with.

I’ve texted her as much, we’ll see what she has to say. Seriously, I feel so unimportant to a friend group that was somehow so happy to see me? If I was important at all, they would speak at least a little English, so I could understand, so I could join in on the conversation. But they don’t. Fuck all of them. I’d rather be alone than sit there for hours being bored again. My only wish is that no one parked behind me, so I could pretend to have a reason to go home, rather than staying the night at her brothers house. I fucking hate this. I wish that I had my old best friend back, the one who made sure I understood what was going on. The one that sat near me and made sure I was having a good time too. She doesn’t even try anymore. People change, it’s life. I just need to accept this and move on.

Happy fucking birthday, Mandy.

First off, i just wanna say thank you so much for listening and being supportive 🙏

Second, i wanna share that i’m doing fine seven years later. I have a supportive family and a girlfriend. I really hope hes in prison, idk if he is though. I’m doing better than ever and im not feeling as guilty as i did for what jake did.

I had a crush on a girl (Girl A) before I met my current partner, (now I identify as straight or bi-curious) but she was really good friends with my bully (Girl B).

Ever since freshman year, we were friends, but we slowly drifted apart as she liked Girl B more and me less. A still liked me as a friend, just B more. A was bi but she was actually in love with B, and she was among the only ones B genuinely liked.

A got over B but they were still very close. A became on and off and distant towards me, and treated me differently. She’d go along with B and be an absolute dick and then be nice again.

B spread several rumors about me, and A said they didn’t happen and “forgave” me, but B continued to harass me and be a jerk.

B manipulated me and tried to throw things at me too, including saying I was too disgusting to find love or be sexually harassed because “no one wants an autistic girl”.

A just went along with it even though she was nice sometimes, but was it okay that I cut contact due to her close association with B and her occasional behavior?

I'm silently stressing out currently because I'm worried my relationship will end.

My partner and I have had a lot of struggles over the past year, if not longer. My partner's oldest child has got into so much unfortunate and serious trouble - police visit, hospital visits, self-harm, suicide watches, rape, drug and alcohol use - and they have only just turned 15. All of this has brought our relationship to the brink, and last year we broke up, but just for a short while.

During the break up, I wanted to feel like someone wanted me, so I signed up to a dating app, and even organised a date. The date was terrible for me as the person was someone who I've met before at a house party of a friend of my then ex. I didn't realise initially but the date recognised me when we met in person. It was too much for me, so I ended the date early and went back to the place I was staying and cried. I didn't tell my then ex I had a date, because I didn't think I had to as we had broken up. I deleted my app account and focused on getting right with myself.

My partner and I ended up resolving things, got back together, and have been working on being a strong couple despite the adversity. We've been doing great, and have both changed dramatically to be loving and supportive of each other.

Just recently, my partner went to their friend's kid's birthday party while I was travelling for work - the same friend who is friends with the date person. The friend almost insisted on having a private catch up with my partner, which was scheduled for last Friday. My partner ended up cancelling because of sickness and the situation with their kid has got worse. In text exchanges with their friend (my partner told me), who was pissed off at the meet up being cancelled, the friend asked, "How is your relationship?. We both remarked that this was strange. This friend is someone my partner usually only sees once a year, so they aren't close. My partner spilled the beans on what's been going on with the kid, and the friend replied with," I'll give you some breathing space."

I am now spiralling in my head, as I had forgotten about the date, but it all came rushing back. We hadn't told anybody we broke up, so I'm thinking this person heard about the date and thinks I was doing the sneaky behind my partner's back, and so wants to spill the beans.

This is really not the time for them to do this, or to do this ever. The kid has just been raped again, because they got drunk, and went out trying to find someone to give them drugs, and the worse happened. They disappeared for 12 hours, and we spent a good chunk of that charging around our city looking for them. There is just so much going on, that my partner finding out I went on a date would actually knock them down despite how we are together right now and the circumstance at the time.

We don't need any more stress in our life, and even if I think I didn't do anything wrong, this would not go down well. My partner is so worked up at the moment, anything more would knock them down. Under normal circumstances, I would talk to them about it, but the situation we are in is far from normal.

So I'm stressed. There is not a plan for my partner to meet this person again, but it'll happen at some stage. If what I suspect is true, I know this friend is trying to do the right thing, but I wish they would butt out. My/our private life is not someone else to think they can interfere with, despite what they think are good intentions.

I'm just getting this off my chest so it's not only sitting in my head.

I (20f) was 13 and dated a 33 year old, jake. Here’s the thing, though. It happened 7 years ago but i still feel a bit bad for it.

We met online and jake started talking to me a lot and liking my posts on instagram. I ended up joining his small discord server that he didn’t use a lot.

He never told me his age but he would always show a picture of a teenage boy on his posts and send them to me, who looked about 14. Plus, when i confessed that he looked cute (or the boy did) and i said i liked him, he said yes when i asked him out.

things went well in the relationship. He was attentive to me, funny, I really liked him despite being young, so just puppy love.

he knew i was 13, i didn’t know his age. He, after a month of being romantic and calling me cute, wanted to get back with his ex (m20s) and told me that he was actually 33.

He felt bad and said he shouldn’t be talking to minors my age, and also said that I groomed him and tricked him into going out with me. He also said he said yes because he felt bad because i “guilt-tripped” him even though he never showed his real face and didn’t tell me he was freaking 33.

Edit: thank you for your support!! 🙏 🫂

I have a pendent that is made of the ashes of my best friend. I carry him around all the times. He unfortunately left me unexpectedly a few years ago.

Today, I can't bear to take him with me to work. I have been feeling so ashamed at work. I hope he understands.

Just venting. Please don't send me any self help message. I am not thinking of it.

Update: Thank you for all your kind words. I am now crying in my car reading your comments in my work's garage. My shift starts soon. I am going to dry my face first and think about resignation.

I feel so awful. I have multiple panic attacks. I want to cry. My body feels like it is not mine. I want to quit but my legs are like noodles. I can't even get up.

I know it is all in my head (perhaps) but I really think people don't trust me anymore. I don't trust myself too.

Please don't send me any self harm alert. I am not thinking about that. I just want to vent.

I had someone narc to my boss today about a completely non-impact error. (Meaning it doesn't affect our user base whatsoever.)

It was a procedural error, meaning I loaded a file into the page's content library instead of linking to a DMS.

Very simple. I fixed it in two seconds, and again, IT DOES NOT AFFECT THE USER BASE.

DO NOT BE THIS PERSON.

EVERYONE HATES PEOPLE WHO DO THIS.

I (19M) call my American girlfriend (22F) long-distance. However, I’m autistic and very nervous when I call.

I tend to be very dry and only say one word or one thing, and I don’t know how to properly respond when my girlfriend gets anxiety attacks over call and she has to leave from being overstimulated.

I just say “oh okay” because I don’t know what to say.

Fuck you for trying to control me.

For trying to tell me what I can and can’t do.

For telling me that I would never find love.

For telling me my disorders make me a weak, useless animal.

For calling me sub-human and treating me as such.

For thinking of me as less than I am.

For calling me a child and treating me like you’ve said I was: a “retard”.

For getting your (who were also my) “friends” to turn on me and threaten me and stalk me.

For making fun of people with disabilities.

For harassing my FRIENDS.

Fuck you.

I actually, truly hate you. I don’t just feel disappointed anymore. It’s some sort of hatred. I will never speak to you and your friend(s) again.

I don’t want to speak to you. I’m way better off than you. I have a fiancé, friends, and a loving family.

You tried to hurt me. You said it was my fault.

You said I made you hurt me, that I made your friend stalk me and make sexual harassment comments and even pretend to ask me out so you could make fun of me.

I realized you never actually loved me. You were a fake, abusive asshole. You suck. I hate you so damn much. But I’m moving on.

You’re right. I don’t deserve someone like you. I should have listened to you when you said you were a fake, toxic person who doesn’t like anyone but yourself. When you said I wasn’t who I thought you were.

You were right. And I eventually listened. I got past the bias and the loneliness. I’m no longer lonely. I found love and friends and don’t need you anymore. I don’t need your false love or friendship. I don’t need to be biased against you and think that was love to combat the loneliness I no longer have.

He loves me. You don’t.

They like me. You don’t.

They accept me. You don’t and didn’t.

And you can shove your fake apology, fake tears, and fake love up your butt, because the damage towards me and others is too great. I forgive you for peace of mind, but I will never speak to you or trust you again.

You hurt me, act like nothing happened, then pull me in again. It’s a “never-ending” cycle but people have limits. I have limits. I was your most loving friend and you threw me away for my disability.

You probably will never find someone more willing to put up with your crap, or it will be very hard. Not for someone who knows the real you. They don’t know you, that’s why they support you. Or they’re messed up themselves. I may be one of the only ones who knows you. The only one who knows you better is probably yourself.

You were right when we were friends and you were nice and you said “You know me, but you don’t know me.” I didn’t know the real you, but now I do. I trusted you and you threw me out. It’s my fault I introduced you to my friends and they threw me away. They sided with you in the end and I won’t trust them either.

Fuck you. Maybe them, too, brainwashed as they are. They think you’re the victim. They don’t know the real you, and I pity them, but they did damage too that they just can’t fix right away. Therefore I don’t trust them either.

Bye. I’m healing. I’m stronger now. I have love and a life and friends. I’m not as miserable as you are to hurt others. ✌️ ❤️

I’m going to use an alt, this account, due to people I know using Lemmy.

I’m (19M) in a relationship. This isn’t exactly what my post is about but I have multiple things going on, including autism, PTSD, anxiety, bipolar, possible ADHD, and eating issues due to sensory overload.

I really feel like a bad fiancé and boyfriend mainly from my PTSD and bipolar. I need to talk to someone because I was even once thought to have BPD before they figured bipolar and PTSD, plus I already have autism which I heard can appear similar.

I’m trying to work on this intense fear I have of her abandoning me. I know she loves me, but my brain tries to think of reasons that she’s not thinking about me or going to leave me.

In school, I frequently got attached to other guys. If they did something, sometimes I’d get mad (like hanging out with someone else or saying “I’d do it later” or still having my middle school bully followed or something). I frequently went from very loving and kind towards them like they were my favorite person in the whole world to victimizing myself and thinking they want to betray me.

While I’m healing as an adult, I’m still in that pattern of thinking. I’m an adult, but I don’t want to continue acting like this after my brain fully develops, which it hasn’t yet. As of now, I have to take breaks from texting my fiancée because I don’t want to lash out and hurt her.

I’m really trying not to hurt her and affect her. I’m trying not to be as attached as I was in high school as a 15-year-old boy. One that thinks just because she’s watching a movie, she hates me and doesn’t want to talk to me. I, myself, watch movies to distract myself from that way of thinking.

I don’t want to be like this, so I’m working on it. A monster who abandons and hurts his girlfriend.

Back as a young teen, I freaked out when a guy friend didn’t text me. I texted him several times sometimes. I thought he was trying to avoid me if he spent time without me or was doing something else like I mentioned.

I got into a fight with this dude Nick once. He helped me with things, so I ended up thinking of him as my best friend. I felt so happy around him. I wanted to hold his hands. Both of them. I wanted to tell him how much he meant to me. He was my favorite person ever and I only wanted to spend time with him. He still had my ex Haley followed, though, so I got mad and (looking back) assumed he did that to get me mad because he was secretly “teaming up” with her. I called him a bad friend. We made up, but it still hurts that I would be like that to him.

I was very toxic even at age 13-14 where I would make up lies as to how my exes (while we were middle school dating) hated me and wanted to leave me and would cheat on me. I got better and went into stable friendships and now a stable relationship, but it’s why I see myself as a bad guy.

I’m trying to get better. I need comfort, please, not to be shamed. ❤️‍🩹

I (20M) had this woman friend (19F) when we were teens, like 15 and 16. The friend talked behind people’s backs. She made fun of them for being wheelchair users, autistic, etc. She said she didn’t want to be that way but she was. Me and my other friend went along with it and called her a good person. We defended her because she was good to us and that’s all that mattered.

She said autistic people were dogs. She wanted to kill my autistic friend. She said he was so ugly, he would never have a girlfriend and didn’t deserve a hug. She told an autistic girl who was traumatized she didn’t deserve a hug either because autistic people are “disgusting” and “her slaves”.

She saw a garbage can and told her friends that a mildly stocky girl (as in her body type) with some eating disorder that the garbage can was donations for her food :(

I never saw her again, but I’m glad I could recover and be a better person, hopefully a good one to autistic people. I do feel bad that I didn’t help him though.

We will talk it out, I’m not venting but rather just wanted to talk about it.

So, my fiancé “David” (17M) and I (18F) are quite clingy. We have trauma and abandonment issues. I’ll admit, I’m working on my flaws early in our engagement and getting to know each other more. My flaws are: when I miss David, I really miss him. I try not to get upset when he calls his friends and I can’t join. He would let me, but sometimes I get asocial LOL.

David can also be clingy and text several times in the span of 10 minutes if I don’t respond. We are both clingy. This is normal, I believe, and I’ve seen 40 year olds who are married do this, but David can get very upset at the fact I have man friends despite the fact that he has woman friends.

David and I got engaged earlier this month and have been dating for several months after his previous toxic relationship “Josephine” broke up with him.

Josephine would constantly insult him, cheat on him, and abandon him like several people would already do to him. Josephine really messed him up after the breakup, so he gets really mad at a guy I have known even before I was friends with David, Matthew (19M).

Matthew is straight (we are all allies though), just like everyone mentioned in this post, but he already has a girlfriend and has made it clear he has no romantic feelings for me or anyone else who isn’t his girlfriend.

I told David I wouldn’t let Matthew call me pretty again because he complimented my outfit and David got angry. David, though, has trauma. I don’t need advice, just a discussion, and we will both work through our PTSD and abandonment issues. ❤️ 💍

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So I've got laid off recently and I decided I wanted to keep my projects that I worked on as a reference for myself, I wouldn't sell them or anything like that, just bits of code I created. So I just went and copied pretty much everything relevant to me off my work laptop, only local files, nothing really super confidential, just code projects for specific inhouse usage and documentation about them. Also my personal folders where I did have a few personal things as well, just so I don't lose access to those. I wouldn't have used it for anything but personal reference, like I wouldn't even know what else to do with it. Stupid, I know. Well, they found out, with some DLP software I didn't know we had. So now I will have to go and meet, my bosses, hr and legal. Don't know how that is going to go, I will just say I'm sorry, I deleted everything in a panic, which probably was also dumb, but I'll bring my laptop and the wiped drive that I used. I am just really really nervous and I could throw up.

Edit: Thank you for all your support, I've survived the gauntlet, I am still miffed by the whole ordeal but now it's over and, surprise, I had nothing just as I told them.

I did say I haven’t spoken to him since he moved out of the house to a hotel. This is true.

However, he’s been trying to reach me online and is desperate. My father (54M) is a narcissist. Though a lot of narcissists can be well-intentioned, he has done more harm than good.

My father is an alcoholic. Though he stopped for a year or two after becoming really nasty and getting himself and possibly us banned in more than one place, he started drinking again.

I knew my father was a narcissist. I tried to be on good terms with him despite his “eccentricities.” When I received a message from him asking to tell my mom to get back with him, I reluctantly told her and she didn’t want to.

He got mad at me for this and said I betrayed him and brought dishonor to our Chinese family (we’re white Europeans, by the way, with no affiliation to China). Anyway, I blocked him and so did the rest of the family.

Later, on instagram, I found an account with a profile picture of something I was interested in trying to chat with me, claiming to be a 17 year old girl. When I started to chat with “her”, she eventually brought up the “dishonor” again because “she” is Chinese and would know.

He has also said “ 你给家族带来了耻辱，真是可耻！” He is not Chinese, but speaks it at least a bit. I blocked that “girl” and I’m really hoping he doesn’t do it again. What do I do?

I don’t know where to put this.

I’m a bicurious/hetero young white woman with Christian white parents. My dad found out I support gay rights despite identifying as straight. He didn’t really like that I have a Hispanic fiancé (he was okay with it, but he was like “you could do better, come on.”)

He called me a “leftist lib” because I support interracial marriages, gay marriages, trans rights, etc. How can you use supporting these things an insult though??

I also really want acceptance as someone who is neurodivergent and has seen neurodivergent people and minorities be bullied/discriminated against and also has been bullied themself.

I just don’t care if we survive as a species. We aren’t surviving forever. I care about having a good time while we can. I don’t think having ten billion people with 99% of them being poor is good. I don’t think 20 billion forced to eat bugs and die of treatable disease is good. I don’t think having kids just to have kids and keep the species going is good.

I think we should attempt to make the world a great place for the few humans who can live a grand life until it all dies. Through technology and evolution we can achieve amazing things and see more than we would ever be able to see but… it’s going to destroy the planet faster. Oh well.

I just don’t really care about preserving anything because to preserve it means we are going back to the dirt and, quite frankly, I’d rather the species just go extinct at that point than fall into some dark religious anti intelligent shit hole where you suffer until death and we go extinct anyways eventually after adding who knows how many centuries of suffering to the universe.

I feel like people won’t say it, but actions speak louder than words! I have vegan progressive and lgbtq friends eating at McDonald’s (supporting killing animals even though you don’t eat it yourself), flying to Florida to vacation (supporting fascism), buying trucks (anti climate change) and working at major corporations (supporting all that’s bad by being a cog) on and on and on with the choices I see people make that add another little cut to the thousands that will cause the death of the planet.

So come on, just admit it, you don’t really care either. Do you?

On Monday I have a meeting with my boss and his boss. They wouldn't say what for, only that "I shouldn't worry". Which makes me ABSOLUTELY worry. Don't think I'll be fired but I'll probably be put on a PIP or something.

On top of that one of my cats is actively dying. She's 15 and I'm by no means ready to say goodbye.

Then I decided to upgrade my pc but of course I botched that and now I have a very expensive paperweight, a mountain of frustration, a few thousand € wasted and nothing but misery and shit to look forward to.

Ain't life grand? I'm in my 40's and when I was younger, I kept going thinking "one day surely things will finally be better". But they're not. They always keep getting worse and my ability to cope diminishes instead of growing. I feel every failure separately covering me with their weight, and I've finally racked up enough that the combined stress is starting to crush me completely.

And look I grew up watching like cheesy Mormon missionary made movies, so I’ve seen some terrible movies. In fact, this movie did kind of remind me of those except unlike those, it had like 0 intentional OR accidental comedy.

The beginning was long and slow and bland and after the first fifteen minutes (which btw was for an exposition that could have been done in two scenes had they good writing or better actors or something?) every subsequent ten minutes of the film only existed because people made the dumbest decisions ever, over and over and over because if a single rational decision was made, the movie would have ended.

Look I am totally fine with campy thrillers like “Die Hard”where some suspension of disbelief needs to happen in order to make it more exciting.

This was not that. Imagine that, instead of saying “what would make this movie cooler?” and exaggerating the violence, explosions, or threats for suspense, they thought “how can we make this more frustratingly tedious while keeping the threat level roughly the same at all times.

Anyway, prepare for a rant. I’ll try to keep it relatively spoiler free (I failed, there are spoilers because there are basically only like three plot points lol) and yeah I’m in a mood so this will likely sound worse than it is. Honestly that’s what makes this worse is that if you do ignore the incompetence, it’s still not a good movie.

Let’s start at the beginning. This is going to be a spoiler because the scene is so short, but don’t worry: none of it is important.

This sketchy dude is picking up some mysterious bag from these Russian dudes in a greenhouse kind of front for the mob or something. All in all that’s fine. Setting a gun on the table, fine. Waiting till the guy has told you where the contraband is to kill him and his buddy? Perfectly coherent.

Do you know what isn’t coherent or rational? Lacing money with some toxic substance that kills the guy, then shooting his partner. Sure burning down the place to get rid of evidence is great but uh why the hell would you waste the money if you were fine using a gun? Why wait for his buddy to walk back in and not be more active about it, especially since these guys are bratva and his buddy WAS IN A SAFER LOCATION THAT YOU COULDNT DIRECTLY SEE where he could have GRABBED A GUN or RUN or MADE A PHONE CALL instead of running over to his dead friend WHO HE JUST SAW YOU KILL!

Honestly I was willing to excuse that scene before I learned the rest of the movie was even worse. Not only are there multiple times where grabbing a gun, running away, or making a phone call are options there are multiple times during which THEY HAVE A GUN AND CHOOSE NOT TO SHOOT A CORNERED DEFENSELESS VILLIAN WHILE HE MOCKS THEIR LIFE CHOICES.

You know in superhero movies when the villain gives a monologue when they have the hero captured and it gives the hero time to escape. Imagine that the hero isn’t captured, the villain is cornered, and he’s still just going on a monologue while there is imminent danger to other people and the hero is just kind of there. Sure the hero is acting slightly pissed off but not enough to use this gun he’s holding at a man willing and able to kill hundreds of innocent people if he escapes.

Oh did I mention they’re in an airport… on Christmas Eve… where they keep playing up how busy and horrible it is? Firing guns? Security guards acting suspicious and running around possibly with blood on them while everyone is chill?

Of course the bathroom was empty on the busiest day of the year with multiple hold ups due to a security guard dropped dead mysteriously and a dude—whose peers know he doesn’t drink—got fired for allegedly with no testing or evidence.

Oh and it’s not like the two different dudes who literally tell the main character they know he’s responsible for switching the coffee would ever stand up for their peer. No instead they just talk down to the main character about it as one of them LOSES HIS JOB for something that was done in an area with a fuck ton of cameras. Security cameras that are good enough to let the villains know a guy is doing a voice text on his watch, but not good enough to notice the worst fucking secret switcheroo ever.

Anyway, the whole thing could have been avoided if the dude had decided to do his job and not fuck around. You know like he was super determined to do? Like he was stressed about doing because he was really trying for once and whatnot? Yeah.

Oh and that other TSA agent sitting next to him? Yeah definitely couldn’t hear you talking to no one constantly all fucking night saying stuff about a “threat” or “Is it a bomb?” Or all the other huge alarm words you were saying OUTLOUD all fucking night.

I can kind of excuse the security guard death being seen as an accident and brushed over. See that is the kind of stuff you expect in dumb action movies.

What you don’t expect is that a man who is in a van full of weapons—one of which was a sniper rifle that at one point he had trained on his target through the infinitely many windows and easy openings of the airport—decides to pursue his target ON FOOT and using a tiny fucking POCKETKNIFE! Sure ooh maybe it has neurotoxins but uh WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU WANT TO GET SEEN ON FUCKING CAMERA TO CHASE YOUR TARGET THROUGH A CROWD WHEN YOU COULD ASSASINATE HER FROM A DISTANCE!!

Oh and guess what, he loses her in the airport and ends up TRYING TO RUN HER DOWN IN THE PARKING LOT!

Firstly, how did he get back to his car so fast and know exactly what door she’d come through? Secondly, WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU RUN OUTSIDE AND NOT INTO THE ARMS OF SECURITY PERSONNEL YOU KNOW PERSONALLY!!! Hell he even knifes this other tsa agent before she gets away… in the middle of a crowd… there is a very credible threat and instead of running towards her coworkers who are trained and have guns and can call in bigger guns, she runs to a random exit.

Circling back to “there is a very credible threat” THERE ARE MULTIPLE FUCKING CASUALTIES! In a crowded airport… with an initial 911 call and hangup before any of the chaos started. And even at the end of the movie only a single part of the airport is shutdown.

“Oh yeah we have a nerve gas threat that’s very credible in a closed environment densely populated with civilians and also planes that could possibly take it anywhere if these HIGHLY TRAINED AND INFINITELY CAPABLE TERRORISTS have any sort of backup plan. But it’s Christmas so I guess we can’t ground all flights or evacuate the airport or anything.”

Oh yeah and everyone is a fucking vigilante. It’s like no one else exists. Trained TSA agent who only got kicked out of police academy because he lied on a polygraph (which is bunk science and incredibly stupid btw): doesn’t get anyone else involved or ask for any help or try calling for the police on the many occasions he gets a second chance to do so.

Trained cop (or fed? Can’t recall) who find out about the nerve gas and survives an attempted murder and suffers significant trauma: doesn’t call in the real threat, or the fact she nearly got assasinated, or call in for backup till after she reaches the fucking airport.

There’s also just no fucking emotion. Everyone is cardboard. Sure there are some moments where ah look after ten minutes of telling us how you feel you appear a little sad, bravo.

Oh but hey the main guy does a good job looking anxious and throwing up due to stress which I guess is the excuse for not CALLING THE FUCKING COPS WHILE YOU HAD THE PERFECT OPPORTUNITY! Call them and throw up at the same time moron!

Oh but don’t worry when the threat becomes even more real and he’s risking his own life (and plenty others because he’s a cocky dumbass now apparently) he’s suddenly not throwing up and is all heroic.

Then in the end it works out and he gets the job he wants for being so smart and cool under pressure despite the fact that four (six?) people, most of whom were his colleagues, are dead because he aided terrorists instead of using a single moment of common sense.

And at the end they’re all smiling as they walk through TSA to see their old friends. That’s dumb but see that is the funny kind of dumb, like the people in those medicine commercials that are smiling and then say something like “I have super-Ebola” See, that kind of stupid in a movie is funny.

Watching a bunch of people do the least smart thing in every circumstance with basically zero humorous circumstances and while they talk about nonsense that isn’t really important enough to care about but isn’t funny or useful for real character development either is just frustrating.

There are a couple of times when he’s getting dissed on that are funny but some of the lines that would be funny just add to this anxious frustration because of the timing.

I can excuse an action movie that is very predictable. I can excuse an action movie where you can fire guns around crowds and somehow no one hears a shot (see John Wick).

But this was just… bad. It really felt like corporate art. Like it felt like everything was AI, writing / acting and all. Except AI probably would have had comic relief.

Like the movie “Red One” feels like it was written by AI and just more corpo bullshit made for money not for entertainment, but at least there were parts that were vaguely humorous or even cliche humorous or just stupid weird.

Carry On had none of that. It was too stupid to be serious but was written/acted too serious to be funny so it was just… irritating.

One last thing that I’d like to add to my rant is that this movie is highly rated! Everywhere. I have no fucking clue how anyone would find this movie enjoyable as an action movie or “thriller” or whatever fucking genre it fails to meet the qualifications of.

(This sounds like targeting/baiting so I’d like to say that this is all still just my opinion and if you do end up liking this movie, don’t let me get in the way of your happiness, who gives a shit what an internet stranger thinks about something you enjoy eh? I just needed to vent.)

Anyway, if you read this, and decide to watch it, maybe going into it knowing it is dull will make the incompetence of the film at least slightly funny/entertaining

I hate this town. I hate this fucking town.

I just want to sew. I've been looking for local sewing jobs for fucking ages!!! Everyone in my area is looking for upholstery work. There's a fuckton of boats in my area that people want done. But every single upholstery shop has told me "no". Four local shops. Have a fuckton of work they want done, but they don't want to pay me the amount!!!!

A local shop finally called me back. Guy gave me 4 outdoor cushions to make and said he'd evaluate my work & pay me when it's done.

I worked on 4 cushions, 2 different sizes, complete with piping & zippers on all of them. Took me 3 days. Approximately 6 hours per day of work, a total of 18 hours, and that's the low estimate.

Got it done. Looks awesome.

He gave me 100$. Then he said I could compete with his current seamstress for jobs and he'd choose the cheaper of the two estimates we give.

I want to fucking cry. I have to take this job. Any job. I need the money.

I'M ONLY ASKING FOR LIKE 300$ PER WEEK IN ORDER TO SURVIVE???? Am I crazy????? Is that too much????

At least he gave me the job where I quoted 35$ each for 2 vinyl boat pieces.... that's 70$.. I think I can get it done in day.... wow.... 10$ an hour.... fucking wow......

I hate this. I fucking hate this so fucking much.

God, I want to cry......

EDIT: Start my own business?

During a looming economic crisis + ridiculous foreign tariffs + with real estate currently at an all-time high?

Don't think I can take the risk that right now, as much as I'd like to.

I enjoy writing software, but...

I'm sick of making yet another fucking CRM.

I'm sick of trying to keep data synced between seven different third-party services.

I'm sick of trying to pull everything in the database into a single fucking dashboard.

I'm sick of trying to stay within a budget that's based on some wild-ass guesstimates made by someone who quit over a year ago.

I'm sick of creating things that will only ever be seen by a couple people in some random companies, and will be enjoyed by nobody.

I’m Chris, a 20-year-old Dutch & Polish guy. I happen to be quite emotionally unstable and lack empathy, and I hate myself for it, but I am good at hiding it.

I knew a young woman who tried to kill herself because she was bullied and seen as „strange”. I was best friends with the girl who bullied her into attempting suicide and tried to get everyone to stop talking to her because she was „disgusting”.

I have emotional instability so I sabotaged a relationship with a guy I had feelings for. He has a girlfriend now and I have moved on. I have anger issues and I destroyed the property of one of my friends too and yelled at them. Now they seem nervous around me but I can’t help myself.

thank you, my handsome boyfriend ❤️

thank you, my family 💕

thank you, strangers 🧡

thank you, friends 💛

my life has been so great because of you. i think this is my time. my own self-preservation instincts kicked in, that’s the only reason im not dead yet.

i love you, i love you. thank you, thank you, thank you thank you thank you 🙏 😊 ❤️

So, I have been friends with Belinda for a while and just broke free.

At the time, she accepted me into her friend group when no one else would.

I was always the “weird kid” because I behaved differently and needed special education.

During my freshman year, I met this very pretty girl in my Gym class. She had a great fashion sense, wore light makeup, and seemed like one of the popular girls.

I found out her name was Belinda. I started to talk to her, and surprisingly, she was really nice. She didn’t seem fake at all.

I developed feelings for her. She looked really pretty and was also kind to me when no one else was. She gave a vibe of confidence too, which made me like her.

Eventually, since we seemed to hit it off and she acted like she enjoyed my company a lot, I confessed to her that I liked her.

That’s where it went wrong.

She rejected me. “Sorry, I’m not that into you.”

That in itself would have been fine. In fact, the only reason I confessed was because of the chance she could be into me since she was bi.

“I’m not into people like you. Socially awkward girls who can’t do anything.”

I cried for days after the fact, but I moved on and I still liked her as a friend.

She complained to me in her darkest times. I complained back. We comforted each other. I wrote an appreciation note for her (she blocked me so I can’t find it now).

However, one thing I would fail to take into consideration was the way she treated me a lot of the time. She would always talk behind my back.

If I didn’t act the way she wanted me to, she’d make fun of me, scream at me, kick me out of her circle. She got mad at me because I didn’t like sports.

Then, she would scream at me more and have her friends hate me for little things because I wasn’t perfect.

I eventually unmasked fully around her and told her I was autistic. She hated me even more and bullied other autistic people as well, as I later found out.

I found out recently she never liked me and pretended to.

In the group chat, I remember an incident where she made jokes about she and her friends raping other people and each other. They then said this would never happen to me because no one wanted an autistic person. Not to touch them nor have sexual relations with them.

She defends pedophilia.

I have so much trauma from Belinda and her friend that I can’t look them in the eye or say anything without getting physically sick, specifically with the friend.

I have cut all contact with these people.