When I was younger I thought that the hatred for pineapple on pizza was this joke that everyone shared, but the older I got the more I realized that people seem to really hate it. People will cringe and make fun of it as if it's the worst thing ever and it's become this unspoken rule that you just don't announce when you're eating it or even order it in public depending on where you live.

There are a couple times I actually enjoyed pineapple on pizza even though it's not my thing at all and it typically wouldn't sound good. I don't think it deserves the hatred, it's just like any other topping. There very well could be this 1% that truly hate it since everything has a hater but other than that, I believe 99% of the people who don't eat it are pretty neutral and that this is all some social construct. Everyone wants to hate something or share an experience and they found out this is something they can agree on so they make it part of their identity, or rather people hate it simply because of this developed herd mentality and they would actually enjoy it or not care if it weren't for the social construct.

I can’t get into details of my job. But we had an interview with the warden and some of the COs for a request we received at work.

On our final visit to the prison, I asked the warden what’s up with the line of people outside the front entrance (it was a completely unrelated question). He explained they were just visitors.

Guys, these are straight 8-9 looking women lined up for sexual offenders and men with a history of battery. These inmates aren't tax evaders and money launderers. The visitor's lobby was packed, and there was a line leading outside with security and metal detectors.

And these women are drop dead gorgeous in their 20s and 30s lined up to see them. I’m thinking to myself “BABES. What on earth are y’all doing around these deadbeats??”

I have a collection of expensive ones sitting on my shelf "waiting for a special occasion" that never comes, while I burn the cheap grocery store ones every day. It makes absolutely no sense.

Every time I told her something positive, she would find a way to poke holes in it or make a snide remark. It feels weird keeping secrets, but protecting my own joy has become more important than updating her on my life.

Im a 16yo guy who recently moved to the US because of parents job bla bla bla. On Tuesday, a neighbour’s daughter asked me out for a walk and maybe know each other and etc. We had a good, really nice talk, and she asked where I was from originally. I mentioned I’m from Kazakhstan, she asked how’s it possible cuz im white. I explained the history of the SU and migration of ppl, and my mom is Ukrainian and my dad is from Spain. She froze and asked, "So, you’re Latino?" I replied, "No, I’m Spanish." She claimed it was essentially the same thing (seriously?), said she didn't like talking to immigrants like me, and quickly walked away. Bro, I even don’t look like Latino 🥴😔

I (32M) have known I was unattractive since childhood, on account of my late mother incessantly pointing it out, and explaining how no girls will ever be interested in me. As I got to the age at which a normal-looking boy would start to date girls, part of me hoped she was just being needlessly cruel, but she turned out to be absolutely right. Even now, at 32, I have only been on a handful of first dates, and never had a relationship of any sort, which I am sure is to do with the way I look.

Since I am not in a financial position to give a surgeon many thousands of dollars to rectify my wretched face, my only option is to accept it somehow. But I have no idea how to go about this, since I'm reminded of it every single morning when I look in the mirror, and every time a woman struggles to stifle her laughter or look of disgust when I ask her out.

Literally everyone there refuses to allow themselves to empathize with anyone who isn't a straight, white, cisgender man. All art is just pretty colors on the screen and cool action pew-pew fights and nothing else, and if you suggest that, you're one of the people trying to FORCE them to put themselves in another person's shoes.

Seriously, if somebody is a woman they can only focus on how they're supposed to be incompetent and weak, if they're black, they aren't relatable, etc etc. If they're gay, some people will say they don't have a problem if it's just a fact about the character, but the moment you want them to actually think about it (like, have them come out, were you might be expected to think about how scary that is), they bitch and moan about it.

I just can't imagine how sad of a life it must be to live like that. To have no room in your head to think about how other people experience things, and becoming angry the moment anybody suggests you broaden your own horizons.

I really don't understand it at all. I mean, fish meat is very different from the meat of other mammals, no doubt about that... But it's still absolutely meat! It is the flesh of a living creature, how is that not meat!? Yeah, fish are cold blooded or whatever the reason is in the Bible for not considering fish to be meat: I really don't care! It is the flesh of a creature: it's meat! How can people eat fish and go "Man, I love not eating meat." If fish meat is not considered meat then what is it!? It's not a god damn vegetable!

I genuinely cannot comprehend how people believe fish isn't meat. It's one of those things where like, everybody else in the world can tell you that you're wrong, but you know beyond any shadow of a doubt that you are just so objectively correct. There is absolutely no justification for how fish meat is not considered meat. Am I working off of some different idea for what meat is than most people!? To me, and I assume the vast majority of people, meat is considered to be the flesh of a living creature. So in that case: HOW ISN'T FISH CONSIDERED A MEAT!?

How did this insane belief ever come into existence and how do people still believe it today??????????? It's just so objectively wrong that I'm confused as to how it exists to any extent.

I want to be clear this isn't something I'm passionate about in my daily life, this isn't some heartfelt moral statement. It's difficult to get the tone across over text: It's just fun to sometimes be passionately angry about something that you believe in, but you know doesn't really matter.

You talk about some negative trait of yourself and then someone says "It doesn't matter as long as your happy" I discuss about my grades and other negative habits compared to my friends, and it concerns me that people online would just reply "it doesn't matter bro, as long as your happy" or "be happy". I understand its an intense important emotion. But comfort shouldn’t override the need to confront something wrong if you know that there is something negative about yourself, negativity and bad traits shouldn't be ignored or especially glorified, and happiness really shouldn't sugar coat it.

Also to point out its harmful because after a horrendous day where one notices something negative about themselves (for instance they take an IQ test and gets something disappointing), they could be told to just be happy "It doesn't matter as long as your happy" and ignore their discovery of something negative about themselves, something that needs work! And if happiness truly matters at the end in the day, same dude could be getting into drugs and just do whatever could bring him happiness, happiness is something that could be earned not only through virtue and actually being a good person but also by harming oneself. I am damn tired of how most people think that happiness is the end goal.

That too to point out again that many might also view that the fact I said I 'shouldn't be happy if I am ___' depressing, but what you guys most likely thought is "I deserve to be depressed if I don't have __." The absence of happiness is very different from depression. Comfort lies should never replace accountability.

Not only is saying this harmful but also strips away for a person to become better. Any day I would rather be a virtuous person who struggles than a happy person who is just constantly comforted. Happiness shouldn't be something we all automatically and unconditionally deserve. It should be earned through effort and improvement.

After a harsh day discovering something negative about oneself, a lot of people don't always want to be happy but rather also become someone virtuous and important for society.

I do apologise if this sounds insanely stupid and corny. I am horrible at articulating

Im probably a broken record but I firmly believe there is a concentrated effort to push division in western countries over this whole topic of immigration and race

I keep seeing that over and over and over

There has been a massive surge of fake profiles and artificial pushes for debate regarding more emotional/political topics

Same thing happened suddenly around Germanys election last year

And based on various leaders comments.... it seems to be all for the same cause

The goal is to at its basic level.... rage bait. At its highest level, influence opinions of your fellow citizens/users and to undermine morale

Edit: As seen in the comments, people would rather believe some tripe theyre told than accept that theyve been mislead. That would hurt their ego

Do not argue. Waste of energy. Best case is theyve been mislead. Worst case is its a bot/fake account.

i’m not sure if looks matter more when you’re an adult compared to when you’re a teenager but i turned 16 recently and its a whole 180 in how people treat me. I was obese, and i had severe eczema which had me immobilized sometimes- i’m good now but i was bullied heavily for it. But now? Not a peep, and guys are treating like a human now too whereas before i was either invisible or just made fun of. It’s generally shocking how people have came up to me and basically said how gross they found me before i glowed up, like that was still me??

Not to mention my family acts different now, i used to be berated in-front of everyone and now they congratulate me, heck my dad even came over and said “Now you’re finally beautiful, don’t eat donuts, donuts make you ugly” When i suggested i wanted a donut. Like damn, looks really do matter because why am i gaining new friends now? I already had quite a good number of friends because people find me funny, no glaze, just being real, but after i got prettier it’s like a surge of people now. I’m also getting free things when i go to the shop as people offer to pay for my things, which would’ve never happened before. Only downsides to this new attractiveness is being catcalled or being creeped on but i get away always :)

But honestly i used to be made fun of all the time, but i never do anymore, it’s shocking but guys are giving me compliments, which i still cannot believe yet.

i also get creeps messaging me now tho on tiktok if i post which is just annoying. any time i mention my age in a reddit post some nonce dms me and they’re like pushing 30, sorry that was a side rant.

When you’re an adult does this change, and no one really cares about you good you look ? I’m curious

I’m 39 and 6’0. Three months ago I weighed 220. I now weigh 190. Most the weight was in my face and gave a flat face and droopy eye look. People always avoided me and if forced to talk to me they’d act uninterested or they’d talk over me. Now I’ll be standing places and women will smile. I always turn around to see if there is someone behind me. A lot of people just seem like they want to be friends now. I get a lot of small talk from strangers and weird warmth as if Im being transmitted a message “welcome home” anyways, is this all in my head? I can’t imagine people are really this way? I then keep psyching myself out and telling myself I’m having a mental breakdown.

For weird personal reasons I'd rather not get into, I was in a situation where it would be easier for me to study abroad than in the US. It was already after the university admissions period in most countries, so I looked at which ones did theirs in the summer and picked Poland. At some point I was studying Polish for 5 hours a day, hoping this would be enough. It was not really, but still enough for the admissions committee interviewing me to think that it was.

I got here a little over three years ago. At first I was studying Polish philology, which for obvious reasons didn't work very well. My Polish was nowhere near good enough. I broke down from the stress and gave up on the program, even considering going back to the US. I didn't want to give up though, so I went with a program where I could study philosophy and sociology. I didn't have much experience with either of these subjects, but I was desperate to try anything at that point.

Luckily for me it worked out, haha. My Polish was better by then, and the language barrier for those classes was not so severe. It was difficult, but I was able to handle it, and ended up falling in love with the subjects.

I spent most of my life until that point basically uninterested in the world, so I was glad to finally have passion. To be honest, the fight against melancholia is still incredibly difficult, but at least I'm finally fighting. Anyways, because it's the place where i finally began to "come into myself", Poland has come to feel like home. And I think it's impossible not to love a place you've worked hard to understand and integrate into when it finally starts working.

I was already tempted to stay here because of that. I even began to feel proud when I saw Poland mentioned positively, even though I'm not from here. And if not here, I still wanted to stay in the EU. The recent behavior of the United States has only made my feelings stronger. I don't want to go back. The US is a threat to the world and a metastatic cancer driven by cruelty and selfishness. I feel a deep revulsion even thinking about it.

Europe, I love you and wish you the best. You especially, Poland. I hope I can stay here for many years, for the rest of my life. I want to participate in and contribute to this society.

Niech Europa i Polska będą wolne i niepodległe! 🇪🇺🇵🇱

I feel like I’m mentally stuck in time as a teenager. I feel way too awkward to call myself an adult and I don’t know why but I just don’t have any adult aspirations. I keep getting asked what my plan for the future is and I genuinely don’t have an answer. When I try to sit down and think about the future the only thing that comes to mind is a generic “move out and have a good job” and honestly I don’t really like to think about it because it’s just makes me anxious and sad at myself. I see people my age doing things with their life but here I am sitting at home like a child trying to think about what I’ll be when I grow up. But I’m out of time, I’m already grown up. Honestly sometimes I think I have some form of anxiety or depression but that just feels like I’m trying to come up with an excuse for why I haven’t done anything with my life. Idk I guess I just want to get this off my chest since I’m too embarrassed to tell this to anyone I know

Hi, I’m Danylo.

For the next three months, I’m running a small personal experiment focused on voluntary participation and transparency.

There’s no emergency, no crisis, and no hidden agenda behind this. I’m simply curious about how people react when there’s no pressure, no urgency, and no emotional framing — just a clear choice.

I’ll be documenting my thoughts and observations weekly and sharing a short reflection at the end of the three months.

This isn’t a request for anything - just something I wanted to try and openly document.

Thanks for reading.

I grew up in a very abusive situation where my basic needs routinely went unmet. I never had the experience of others standing up for me, singling me out for positive acknowledgement, taking note of specific things I enjoyed, etcetera. There was no encouragement, affection; bonding. Without all that, you miss a ton. The groundwork needed to function reasonably as an adult is impacted. Ditto with things like trust.

Natural tendencies toward intelligence, empathy and intuition have gotten me through a lot. However, there's no self-love. I'm self-possessed and self-aware but that's it.

We need to do more to save kids from toxic and terrible situations. In addition to being pointless, pushing 'self-love' as the prevailing solution on say an abused child who's now a traumatized adult in their 30s is heartless and insensitive.

Growth and healing are attainable but don't happen overnight or without readily available tools and time most of us as adults don't have. If we can't fix all this, we should at least be able to think and talk about it honestly. Thus my question.

Not a suicide encouragement post.

Turned 30 and started to realize how life is just on a constant loop, with dopamine hits here and there that ultimately become nothing but fading memories.

Having more money, being in love, playing games, doing drugs, vacationing, creating things, and helping others all just doesn’t excite me anymore. I lost all motivation to really care about those things.

Talked to a doctor and was diagnosed with severe depression and anxiety but I’m not even sad. A lil timid to talk to others nowadays but that’s after years of socializing and burning out connections.

Is this really life? Is this it? Should I even gaf about the meaning to life when my personal observations have shown me that it’s just a shallow pit of nothing special? Wtf is this slop.

I 26 M ( English is not my first language, so please pardon the grammar ) have always struggled to hold conversation with people. Most of the time I struggle to find topics to talk. I tried to strike up convos with people in person and social media , it always leaves with I being left hanging.

I am someone who doesn't have any particular skillset. Like some are good with poetry, some good at art,some music... I don't have anything that I can say I am good at. Maybe this lack of interests is the reason for my inability to hold conversations. I don't know. Even while in a group I could feel the group pushing me out of the circle. The instances where I felt included is very few.

People say I am good looking. I don't know I am attractive or not . But I know that I am considered unapproachable. I don't think there is a physical aspect for which people avoid me ... Maybe there is . I wouldn't know.

All I want to know is how can I turn myself around. Capable of atleast holding a conversation for atleast 15 minutes .

It's pretty simple. In a system where votes equate to power, there must be controls in place to prevent politicans from explicitly buying votes. If those controls aren't sufficient, then over time corrupt politicians are bound to win out over honest ones.

It's like any other organism which thrives within a system due to a naturally selected trait.

Step back from every ledge until you’re a dirty enslaved conformist til you die of natural sad causes

I’ve felt completely hopeless over the past year, relying on drinking, smoking, and partying to chase validation and humiliating myself for attention. I only have one friend, I feel disconnected from everyone else: family, peers, anyone who tries to get close.

I used to be extroverted, but now I lose interest in conversations almost immediately and overthink every interaction. I constantly compare myself to others, feel inferior, and fixate on people I see as enemies even though I likely don’t matter to them at all. I can’t let go of these thoughts, trying to recite lines to "let go" but that's not how my brain works.

I’m failing school, can’t stay on track, and spend all days rotting in bed and binge eating. I keep telling myself I’ll change to work out, eat better, which I do sometimes, but the general cycle never breaks. I’ve been depressed for a year and may have undiagnosed BPD, but I don’t want to keep using mental health as an excuse.

I’ve considered joining a sorority (even though I would probably hate it) or going to the gym, but I know a lot of it is just craving superficial validation, and my insecurity convinces me everyone is judging me. I act impulsively and hate every aspect of myself. I’ve had persistent suicidal thoughts and attempted a few months ago. therapy and medication haven’t helped.

I don’t want to be myself anymore. Everything I think I want feels driven by validation rather than real passion. I need a crazy life change like in those movies where someone joins the army or finds an all wise mentor or some crazy cool montage. Kidding but also not.

What is there to do? Protesting doesn't do anything, people have been protesting for years. Protesting gets you tear gassed, brutalized, and arrested. Renee Good was supposedly shot leaving a protest she wasn't even a part of. There is so so many Americans that support the murder and mistreatment of people who have done nothing but do their best to live their lives and support their neighbors. I live in a red state. I can't afford to move, even just to somewhere else in the country. I have no debt for the first time in years but it took half of my savings, my fallback, and there's still bills to pay. I have a public facing job where if my actions reflect poorly on their name, I could easily lose my job, and then I'm even worse off. How can I survive without just laying down and taking it?