4 years ago I was in a really bad accident. I got brain damage, broke my knee, and tore a bunch of muscles around it.

I don’t remember any of it. The last thing I remember is being in a convenience store to buy a charger, and the next thing I knew I was in the hospital after surgery. I hadn’t slept in about a week and I was in a psychosis at the time, so my head was not in a good place.

Somewhere between leaving that store and the crash, I put my seatbelt on. I hit a hydro pole so hard it snapped in half. The doctors and everyone else told me I would’ve died if I hadn’t been wearing it.

What gets me is that my mind wasn’t working. I wasn’t thinking about anything. So how did I put on a seatbelt?

I think it’s because I always wore one. Every single time, for years. It got to the point where I didn’t have to think about it, my body just did it.

So yeah, doing something over and over really does become second nature, and sometimes that’s what saves you.

Watching Monday Night Football on ESPN right now and one of the pre-game hosts used “drinking the kool aid” to describe a team. IMO I think it’s a great expression when used correctly, but this is not the first time I’ve heard it used on a national broadcast, and I guess I’m just confused why American media has decided that an expression based on a mass murder-suicide can be thrown around in front of any audience without triggering any censorship rules

I recently learned that some patients recovering from anesthesia need someone to accompany them home, but not everyone has a friend or family member available.

It got me wondering what happens in these situations.

For nurses or anyone who works in healthcare, have you ever experienced this firsthand? What usually happens when a patient is ready to leave the hospital but has nobody to come for them?

I'd be interested to hear your experiences. And if you've ever been in a situation where you had to face something difficult without anyone to rely on, how did you handle it?

Don't get me wrong, streaming and digital downloads are super convenient. But I was just thinking about how much I miss the actual anticipation of things.

​Like walking around a video store on a Friday night trying to pick a movie, reading the back of a game manual on the car ride home before you could even play it, or waiting a whole week for a new episode of a show that everyone was watching at the exact same time.

​Now we have infinite choices right in our pockets, yet we spend 45 minutes scrolling through menus just to give up and rewatch the same comfort show for the 10th time. Everything is instant, so nothing feels like an "event" anymore.

​What is one small ritual from the pre-streaming era (like burning CDs, midnight releases, or renting movies) that you miss the most?

It got me thinking about how special unexpected gifts can be. I've always loved the idea of surprising someone with something meaningful, like a beautiful watch.

What's the most thoughtful gift you've ever given or received

I've always wondered what the first few minutes after a love confession feel like, when two people realise their feelings are mutual.

Does everything suddenly feel different? The silence, the eye contact, the smiles?

And that night, when both lie in bed replaying the same moment in their minds…

For those who have experienced it, what did those first few minutes feel like? ❤️

Can we talk about how nobody really knows what they’re doing in adulthood? 😭
Some people are figuring out money. Some are figuring out relationships. Some are just trying to keep their lives together while pretending they have everything under control.
And somehow, we’re all just expected to know what we’re doing.

It's got a four round quiz with animations and silly fonts, pass the parcel and other party games. I've got tacky decorations to put up and a costume theme. I even got party bags with bubbles and sweets and glowsticks in.

Its next Sunday but I can't stop thinking about how much I'm looking forward to it. Parties with my friends are normally just get together and chat, maybe in costumes, which is nice but I love doing big events like this and I've had such a good time planning it.

I can't talk to any of my friends about it because I don't want to give away too many details, so I thought I'd tell strangers on reddit about it instead

I’ve been craving this chocolate lava cake from a restaurant i’ve never been to alone. been there with family and friends but not by myself. i know they have seats for one person but the concept of solo dining kinda makes me self conscious ? Is it considered weird/inappropriate. I really am craving that lava cake and i’ve got tomorrow off from work…

I have been trying to ease myself into going out solo. I once solo dined at a breakfast restaurant and it felt really nice. I guess I just never see many people solo dine at restaurants and i wonder if it’s weird to do so.

Why did the Waffle House employees say the water makes people get rashes and sick after they drink it after we said it tasted funny? It all feels like a sundown town, we are traveling through and it is just weird. Is all of Arkansas like this?

I don’t mind many chores. But I really dislike unloading the dishwasher. I will load it happily. I borderline enjoy the hand wash dishes…. But unloading the dishwasher is the worst!!

I think everyone should be exempt from having to do their top most hated task and other family members should bear their burden. But alas, here I am day after day unloading the dreaded dishwasher.

If you have a high level of confidence, what kind of things do you tend to look out for?

If you have a low level of confidence, what steps do you take to ensure you aren't fooled by propaganda?

Hi, I'm new here.

I'm just a very ordinary person with some not-so-ordinary stories to tell. Or maybe they're ordinary too, just the kind of stories people don't usually talk about.

I've got things to confess, things I've kept to myself, and stories I've never really had the courage to share.

I'm alone with my thoughts a lot, and I thought maybe I'd start putting them somewhere. One confession at a time.

I don't know if anyone will read this, or if anyone will care. But I guess it feels good to finally start somewhere.

So, here I am.

i’m so grateful for my little buddy! life’s been rough the past few years (growing pains…?) and i’m so grateful i have my little buddy to hangout with everyday. having a pet gives me a reason to live other than myself and i just wanna give my doggo the best day everyday

No matter the temperature (usually its humid) , I just can't sleep without covering myself from head to toe with my blanket.

And am I the only one who sniffs their blanket??

every drawer in my dresser has its own weird system. plain tees stay folded flat in the bottom one, but the moment one has any kind of graphic it moves to the middle drawer and gets stacked sideways like a row of books. socks share that drawer too, though only the ankle ones, rolled into little balls. the top drawer is for the shirts i actually wear most, even if they all look almost identical. it sounds simple until i need to find something and realize i memorized a map that no one else can read. still, it keeps everything off the floor and that counts as success.

I used to know my neighbors really well, they have since moved away and now I don't know anyone on either side of me. I never see them outside like my previous neighbor, so it is hard to even get a conversation going.

It had me thinking and I wanted to ask reddit what their situation is like.

There’s a strange intimacy in owning an older laptop, car, or piece of hardware where it only works if you turn the key at a 45-degree angle or tap the chassis once to stop the fan buzzing. Anyone else using it thinks it's broken beyond repair, but to you, it’s just communicating. At what point does mechanical troubleshooting turn into actual affection for an inanimate object?

I’m in the midst of raising 4 teenagers. Teenagers are HARD. I’m doing my best and feeling like a failure daily. I’m wondering what was the 1-2 best thing(s) your parents did for you as a teenager? What skill did they teach you? What did they do that created memories? What did they do that made you feel special or powerful or validated?
What made the biggest impact for you?

I have been years on reddit and have made a lot of posts asking for recommendations. Books, movies, games and so on. Mostly books though.

And I notice that an alarming number of replies do not read the post they comment to. Often they dont even read the title. Sometimes its even as high as 30 to 50 percent of the replies that do this.

As an example I recently I asked for book suggestions and I asked for long series that consist of books that are also long. So many people recommended to me books from long series, but omitted the second part of the title. That the books themselves need to be long too.

Its like if there are multiple requirements to the question, many people only read and remember one of them.

It's actually funny how we live in a world where you can argue with a complete stranger on the internet for 45 minutes but can't reply to your friend's "what's up?" for three business days.

Like, I'll spend an hour reading a debate between two people about whether pineapple belongs on pizza, get emotionally invested, pick a side, and mentally prepare my counterarguments.

But when someone asks me what I did today, suddenly my entire personality disappears.

"Nothing much."

BRO, I HAVE THOUGHTS. I HAVE OPINIONS. I HAVE A 17-PAGE MENTAL DOCUMENT ABOUT WHY PEOPLE WHO WALK SLOWLY IN MALLS SHOULD BE STUDIED.

I just need the right conversation to bring it out of me. 😭

And honestly, sometimes random conversations with people you don't even know are more fun than talking to people you've known for years.

No awkward history, no expectations, just two strangers having the most unnecessary but entertaining conversation of their lives.

Why don't we do that more often?

Also, what's the most random conversation you've ever had with a stranger that somehow lasted way longer than expected?

When I was a kid I used to think when you're twenty you have your life together. I look around now and there are 2 ends of the spectrum lol. One is very serious and the other plays roblox and doesn't care so im just winging it and chudding around lmaoo.

Speaking as the father of a three year old, I can only logically conclude that children share at least one property of gasses. They expand to occupy the space allowed. My daughter can sleep peacefully in her own toddler bed and yet, somehow, expand to the point that I have 5 inches of bed with my wife pressed against my back. EVIL SUPERPOWER!