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    America, Bad, and Be Like: Lou
 Ohio
 I need to get my life off my chest. About me. I'm a 46
 year old banker and I have been living my whole life
 the opposite of how I wanted. All my dreams, my
 passion, gone. In a steady 9-7 job. 6 days a week. For
 26 years. I repeatedly chose the safe path for
 everything, which eventually changed who I was.
 Today I found out my wife has been cheating on me
 for the last 10 years. My son feels nothing for me. I
 realised I missed my father's funeral FOR NOTHING. I
 didn't complete my novel, travelling the world, helping
 the homeless. All these things I thought I knew to be a
 certainty about myself when i was in my late teens
 and early twenties. If my younger self had met me
 today, I would have punched myself in the face. I'll get
 to how those dreams were crushed soon.
 Let's start with a description of me when I was 20. It
 seemed only yesterday when I was sure I was going to
 change the world. People loved me, and I loved
 people. I was innovative, creative, spontaneous, risk
 taking and great with people. I had two dreams. The
 first, was writing a utopic/dystopic book. The second,
 was travelling the world and helping the poor and
 homeless. I had been dating my wife for four years by
 then. Young love. She loved my spontaneity, my
 energy, my ability to make people laugh and feel
 loved. I knew my book was going to change the world
 I would show the perspective of the 'bad' and the
 twisted', showing my viewers that everybody thinks
 differently, that people never think what the do is
 wrong. I was 70 pages through when i was 20.I am
 still 70 pages in, at 46. By 20, I had backpacking
 around New Zealand and the Philippines. I planned to
 do all of Asia, then Europe, then America
 To date, I have only been to New Zealand and the
 Philippines.
 Now, we get to where it all went wrong. My biggest
 regrets. I was 20. I was the only child. I needed to be
 stable. I needed to take that graduate job, which
 would dictate my whole life. To devote my entire life
 in a 9-7 job. What was I thinking? How could I live
 when the job was my life? After coming home, I would
 eat dinner, prepare my work for the following day, and
 sleep at 10pm, to wake up at 6am the following day
 God, I can't remember the last time I've made love to
 my wife
 Yesterday, my wife admitted to cheating on me for the
 last 10 years. 10 years. That seems like a long time,
 but i can't comprehend it. It doesn't even hurt. She
 says it's because I've changed. I'm not the person l
 was. What have I been doing in the last 10 years?
 Outside of work, I really can't say anything. Not being a
 proper husband. Not being ME. Who am 1? What
 happened to me? I didn't even ask for a divorce, or yell
 at her, or cry. I felt NOTHING. Now I can feel a tear asl
 write this. But not because my wife has been cheating
 on me, but because I am now realising I have been
 dying inside. What happened to that fun-loving, risk
 taking, energetic person that was me, hungering to
 change the world? I remember being asked on a date
 by the most popular girl in the school, but declining
 her for my now-wife. God, I was really popular with the
 girls in high school. In university/college too. But i
 stayed loyal. I didn't explore. I studied every day
 Remember all that backpacking and book-writingI
 told you about? That was all in the first few years of
 college. I worked part-time and splurged all that I had
 earned. Now, I save every penny. I don't remember a
 time I spend anything on anything fun. On anything for
 myself. What do I even want now?
 My father passed ten years ago. I remember getting
 calls from mom, telling me he was getting sicker and
 sicker. I was getting busier and busier, on the verge of
 a big promotion. I kept putting my visit off, hoping in
 my mind he would hold on. He died, and I got my
 promotion. I haven't seen him in 15 years. When he
 died, I told myself it didn't matter what I didn't see
 him. I rationalized that being dead, it wouldn't matter
 anyway. WHAT WAS I THINKING? Rationalizing
 everything, making excuses to put things off. Excuses
 Procrastination. It all leads to one thing, nothing. I
 rationalized that financial security was the most
 important thingInow know, that it definitely is not. I
 regret doing nothing with my energy, when I had it. My
 passions. My youth. I regret letting my job take over
 my life. I regret being an awful husband, a money-
 making machine. I regret not finishing my novel, not
 travelling the world. Not being emotionally there for
 my son. Being a damn emotionless wallet.
 If you're reading this, and you have a whole life ahead
 of you, please. Don't procrastinate. Don't leave your
 dreams for later. Relish in your energy, your passions.
 Don't stay on the internet with all your spare time
 (unless your passion needs it). Please, do something
 with your life while you're young. DO NOT settle down
 at 20. DO NOT forget your friends, your family
 Yourself. Do NOT waste your life. Your ambitions. Like
 I did mine. Do not be like me
srsfunny:

A Sad But Common Story
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                
                    America, Bad, and Be Like: Lou
 Ohio
 I need to get my life off my chest. About me. I'm a 46
 year old banker and I have been living my whole life
 the opposite of how I wanted. All my dreams, my
 passion, gone. In a steady 9-7 job. 6 days a week. For
 26 years. I repeatedly chose the safe path for
 everything, which eventually changed who I was.
 Today I found out my wife has been cheating on me
 for the last 10 years. My son feels nothing for me. I
 realised I missed my father's funeral FOR NOTHING. I
 didn't complete my novel, travelling the world, helping
 the homeless. All these things I thought I knew to be a
 certainty about myself when i was in my late teens
 and early twenties. If my younger self had met me
 today, I would have punched myself in the face. I'll get
 to how those dreams were crushed soon.
 Let's start with a description of me when I was 20. It
 seemed only yesterday when I was sure I was going to
 change the world. People loved me, and I loved
 people. I was innovative, creative, spontaneous, risk
 taking and great with people. I had two dreams. The
 first, was writing a utopic/dystopic book. The second,
 was travelling the world and helping the poor and
 homeless. I had been dating my wife for four years by
 then. Young love. She loved my spontaneity, my
 energy, my ability to make people laugh and feel
 loved. I knew my book was going to change the world
 I would show the perspective of the 'bad' and the
 twisted', showing my viewers that everybody thinks
 differently, that people never think what the do is
 wrong. I was 70 pages through when i was 20.I am
 still 70 pages in, at 46. By 20, I had backpacking
 around New Zealand and the Philippines. I planned to
 do all of Asia, then Europe, then America
 To date, I have only been to New Zealand and the
 Philippines.
 Now, we get to where it all went wrong. My biggest
 regrets. I was 20. I was the only child. I needed to be
 stable. I needed to take that graduate job, which
 would dictate my whole life. To devote my entire life
 in a 9-7 job. What was I thinking? How could I live
 when the job was my life? After coming home, I would
 eat dinner, prepare my work for the following day, and
 sleep at 10pm, to wake up at 6am the following day
 God, I can't remember the last time I've made love to
 my wife
 Yesterday, my wife admitted to cheating on me for the
 last 10 years. 10 years. That seems like a long time,
 but i can't comprehend it. It doesn't even hurt. She
 says it's because I've changed. I'm not the person l
 was. What have I been doing in the last 10 years?
 Outside of work, I really can't say anything. Not being a
 proper husband. Not being ME. Who am 1? What
 happened to me? I didn't even ask for a divorce, or yell
 at her, or cry. I felt NOTHING. Now I can feel a tear asl
 write this. But not because my wife has been cheating
 on me, but because I am now realising I have been
 dying inside. What happened to that fun-loving, risk
 taking, energetic person that was me, hungering to
 change the world? I remember being asked on a date
 by the most popular girl in the school, but declining
 her for my now-wife. God, I was really popular with the
 girls in high school. In university/college too. But i
 stayed loyal. I didn't explore. I studied every day
 Remember all that backpacking and book-writingI
 told you about? That was all in the first few years of
 college. I worked part-time and splurged all that I had
 earned. Now, I save every penny. I don't remember a
 time I spend anything on anything fun. On anything for
 myself. What do I even want now?
 My father passed ten years ago. I remember getting
 calls from mom, telling me he was getting sicker and
 sicker. I was getting busier and busier, on the verge of
 a big promotion. I kept putting my visit off, hoping in
 my mind he would hold on. He died, and I got my
 promotion. I haven't seen him in 15 years. When he
 died, I told myself it didn't matter what I didn't see
 him. I rationalized that being dead, it wouldn't matter
 anyway. WHAT WAS I THINKING? Rationalizing
 everything, making excuses to put things off. Excuses
 Procrastination. It all leads to one thing, nothing. I
 rationalized that financial security was the most
 important thingInow know, that it definitely is not. I
 regret doing nothing with my energy, when I had it. My
 passions. My youth. I regret letting my job take over
 my life. I regret being an awful husband, a money-
 making machine. I regret not finishing my novel, not
 travelling the world. Not being emotionally there for
 my son. Being a damn emotionless wallet.
 If you're reading this, and you have a whole life ahead
 of you, please. Don't procrastinate. Don't leave your
 dreams for later. Relish in your energy, your passions.
 Don't stay on the internet with all your spare time
 (unless your passion needs it). Please, do something
 with your life while you're young. DO NOT settle down
 at 20. DO NOT forget your friends, your family
 Yourself. Do NOT waste your life. Your ambitions. Like
 I did mine. Do not be like me
srsfunny:

A Sad But Common Story
                    
                
            

            
                
                
srsfunny:

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    Being Alone, Barber, and Come Over: therealraewest
 A guy just came to my house while I was
 home alone to ask if I was single why are
 men like this
 therealraewest
 Okay yknow what I'm gonna soapbox for a
 hot minute
 When I was in high school, a man who l'd
 thought was the parent of a school friend
 followed me out to the grocery store parking
 lot greenhouse where I worked. It was dark
 and late, and it was me, alone, in a chain link
 enclosure with one exit and a register full of
 cash. He called me up to the fence and asked
 if I wanted to get dinner, or go dancing. I was
 scared and shaking and told him no several
 times, and he only left when I falsely said I
 had a boyfriend. I was very aware that if he
 were to come over the fence, or just wait at
 the exit until I eventually had to leave, I could
 do nothing about it.
 When my hair was very short, a hairdresser
 sent me to the barber's side of the store so
 they could get the back of my head with
 clippers. The barber followed me out to my
 car to ask me out afterwards. I was very
 aware that we were the only people in the
 parking lot when it happened, and that the
 lot itself was tucked behind the building with
 no clear visibility to the road
 Today, a man l've met once made it very
 clear he knows where I live, and used that
 knowledge to express a romantic interest. If
 he ever decides that he's unhappy with how I
 responded, he knows where ve. He knows
 what my car looks like. It is impossibly easy
 for him to determine when I'm home alone
 and now l have to live with that knowledge.
 Every woman I know has at least one story
 like this. My roommate had to be escorted to
 her car every night when she was a waitress,
 in case some man was waiting for her or a
 coworker's shift to end
 If the person you want to ask out cannot
 physically run away from you when you are
 asking, YOU CANNOT ASK THEM OUT.
 You cannot ask someone out if they are at
 work. You cannot ask someone out if you've
 followed them to a remote/unoccupied/en-
 closed area. You cannot GO TO SOMEONE'S
 HOME UNINVITED to ask them out. You
 are not being romantic. You are not "taking
 initiative". You are terrifying the person you
 want to woo. If they say yes, it is not because
 they want to, it is because they are terrified
 of what might happen if they say no
 I'm so tired of being terrified by men who
 think they're being romantic.
 Source: therealraewest
 139,916 notes
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                    Being Alone, Barber, and Come Over: therealraewest
 A guy just came to my house while I was
 home alone to ask if I was single why are
 men like this
 therealraewest
 Okay yknow what I'm gonna soapbox for a
 hot minute
 When I was in high school, a man who l'd
 thought was the parent of a school friend
 followed me out to the grocery store parking
 lot greenhouse where I worked. It was dark
 and late, and it was me, alone, in a chain link
 enclosure with one exit and a register full of
 cash. He called me up to the fence and asked
 if I wanted to get dinner, or go dancing. I was
 scared and shaking and told him no several
 times, and he only left when I falsely said I
 had a boyfriend. I was very aware that if he
 were to come over the fence, or just wait at
 the exit until I eventually had to leave, I could
 do nothing about it.
 When my hair was very short, a hairdresser
 sent me to the barber's side of the store so
 they could get the back of my head with
 clippers. The barber followed me out to my
 car to ask me out afterwards. I was very
 aware that we were the only people in the
 parking lot when it happened, and that the
 lot itself was tucked behind the building with
 no clear visibility to the road
 Today, a man l've met once made it very
 clear he knows where I live, and used that
 knowledge to express a romantic interest. If
 he ever decides that he's unhappy with how I
 responded, he knows where ve. He knows
 what my car looks like. It is impossibly easy
 for him to determine when I'm home alone
 and now l have to live with that knowledge.
 Every woman I know has at least one story
 like this. My roommate had to be escorted to
 her car every night when she was a waitress,
 in case some man was waiting for her or a
 coworker's shift to end
 If the person you want to ask out cannot
 physically run away from you when you are
 asking, YOU CANNOT ASK THEM OUT.
 You cannot ask someone out if they are at
 work. You cannot ask someone out if you've
 followed them to a remote/unoccupied/en-
 closed area. You cannot GO TO SOMEONE'S
 HOME UNINVITED to ask them out. You
 are not being romantic. You are not "taking
 initiative". You are terrifying the person you
 want to woo. If they say yes, it is not because
 they want to, it is because they are terrified
 of what might happen if they say no
 I'm so tired of being terrified by men who
 think they're being romantic.
 Source: therealraewest
 139,916 notes
This is fucked up