Odd Encounters People Had With Their Neighbors as Told on the Nextdoor App

I’ve had great neighbors before and ones that were not so great.

And even if you think you have your ear to the street and you know the folks who live around you, but friends, you’re really missing out on your neighborhood drama if you haven’t installed the Nextdoor app on your phone.

And that’s why I’m such a big proponent of it!

It’s so enlightening to see the strange and hilarious things that our neighbors post, and we think you’ll get a big kick out of these. Let’s take a look and see what’s going down in the ‘hood.

1. This is very urgent.

Someone help! Please!

Actual #bestofnextdoor ? pic.twitter.com/6CXmNj7Loc

— Best of Nextdoor (@bestofnextdoor) October 1, 2020

2. Let’s take a poll…

Seems like a really fun person.

#polloftheday pic.twitter.com/WFTRkyrGqM

— Best of Nextdoor (@bestofnextdoor) November 13, 2020

3. Ouch. Sick burn.

But, you know you’re gonna get called out on Nextdoor.

"When neighbors start talking, good things happen." ? pic.twitter.com/wp6b3nG3Pb

— Best of Nextdoor (@bestofnextdoor) August 15, 2020

4. Sliced bread in my pool.

It’s time to get to the bottom of this.

"SLICED BREAD IN MY POOL" ? pic.twitter.com/4Jf71HVLOC

— Best of Nextdoor (@bestofnextdoor) October 26, 2020

5. I wish there was video of this.

Can anyone out there help me with this?

Drunk raccoons are here to steal your bins pic.twitter.com/EWC544J7JQ

— Best of Nextdoor (@bestofnextdoor) August 8, 2020

6. Who the hell did this?

This is actually amazing.

Who carved "PENIS" into my pumpkin?! pic.twitter.com/srL0qsEWLe

— Best of Nextdoor (@bestofnextdoor) October 21, 2019

7. You will be working on Thanksgiving.

Sounds like a deal!

pic.twitter.com/8RH3nBZNaV

— Best of Nextdoor (@bestofnextdoor) November 13, 2020

8. You know what, I really am.

Who else is tired of this?

#polloftheday pic.twitter.com/DSnSB58cC8

— Best of Nextdoor (@bestofnextdoor) October 26, 2020

9. Thank you for chiming in.

I like this kid.

"I am only 10" pic.twitter.com/8BfWydQFz0

— Best of Nextdoor (@bestofnextdoor) August 16, 2020

10. What could it be?

And how did it end up outside?

"Not sure what it is but it looks valuable…" ? pic.twitter.com/8MzwXbORYR

— Best of Nextdoor (@bestofnextdoor) April 13, 2020

11. I’m right there with you.

Keep it down out there!

pic.twitter.com/o7JQGCsTbN

— Best of Nextdoor (@bestofnextdoor) November 8, 2020

12. This is serious stuff.

Keep an eye on that cat.

"HARASSMENT CAT?!" ? pic.twitter.com/deBwh7IDfF

— Best of Nextdoor (@bestofnextdoor) December 7, 2020

Oh boy…you never really know what you’re gonna get with neighbors, do you?

Now we want to hear from you!

In the comments, tell us about your terrible and hilarious neighbor stories.

Please and thank you!

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December 16, 2020

Memes About How Grandparents Are Just the Best

There are few things as sweet in this life as the kind of support that comes from grandparents. No matter what you may be going through or how old you are, they’re always there to make you feel a little bit better and a little bit safer in live.

Here are ten of the best ways that our wonderful grandmas and grandpas show their support.

10. Have your back with your parents

You fool, you cannot defeat my strongest allies.

Via: The Chive

9. Shower you with gifts

Just you watch how fast it shows up.

Via: The Chive

8. Enjoy your existence

When you feel amazing just for being you.

Via: The Chive

7. Build you up

Those gals don’t know what they’re missing, sweetie.

Via: The Chive

6. Get you new threads

The long and short of it is, these are amazing.

Via: The Chive

5. Be there to listen

And to eat up every morsel of it.

Via: The Chive

4. Be prepared to attack

Step away from the kid and nobody gets hurt.

Via: The Chive

3. Indulge in your stories

But you don’t understand – it was a really BIG bug!

Via: The Chive

2. Encourage your athleticism

You are absolutely going to be in the olympics one day.

Via: The Chive

1. Just be supportive

I may not understand it, but I definitely believe in you.

Via: The Chive

If that doesn’t just warm your heart and make you wanna call your grandma, I don’t know what will.

What’s the best memory you have with your grandparents?

Share it with us in the comments.

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December 15, 2020

Barbers Describe the Moment When All They Could Think Was “Oh S**t…”

Pretty much every job where a person works with the public has horrifying moments happen, the ones where you realize you absolutely screwed up, and not only is the customer/client going to be mad, but they’re going to be totally justified in their anger, besides.

That said, not every job is giving someone a haircut they’re going to have to live with, for better or for worse, for the foreseeable future.

So, you can see why these 17 barbers probably had to live with their hearts in their throats for a good long while after these incidents occurred.

17. Way too many people, based on this thread.

My coworker at a salon was cutting a girls hair and found lice – the girls mom had left her for the trim and she had to wait for her mom in the lobby. We spent the next hour or so frantically cleaning around all of the other clients and stylists to sanitize the whole place top to bottom.

When the mom came back and asked her why she didn’t have her hair cut, she replied “they found out”.

WHO BRINGS THEIR LICE RIDDEN CHILD TO THE SALON?!

16. Eh, it was just the tip.

While I was training at a pretty chic salon in London, there was a kid who came in for a cut with his mum. She was a regular, the typical biweekly blow dry client that was always dressed in the finest fineries and sent her kid to private school. He sat down in my colleague’s chair and the mum gave a fairly detailed and particular instruction of a short back and sides as if my colleague had never heard of a hair cut before. She then sat down in the waiting area and picked up a magazine and began reading. This kid was a little s**t. He squirmed and complained the entire time. My colleague, bless her, was very diplomatic, and tried to be firm, but fair to this kid (she was very experienced at this point, and dealt with a fair share of spoilt kids).

Towards the end of the cut, she very clearly told the boy to stay still as she was cutting the stray hairs around his ears. She told him that her scissors had just been sharpened and would hurt a lot if she cut him. He agreed to keep his head still. However – as previously stated – this boy was a little s**t. He suddenly turned his head to something and she caught the top of his ear. Now, she wasn’t lying about getting her scissors sharpened, and those things are hella sharp when they are. I will never forget the top bit of his ear just resting on the blades of her scissors and her wide-eyed pale expression of realization of what had happened. I don’t know if you’ve ever cut an ear, but those things bleed.

At this point, the mother put down her magazine, put her thunder-face on, and stormed over to my colleague’s section with the screaming and bleeding child in it. Wordless, she raised her arm with an open hand, and slapped the kid straight in the face. “That’ll teach you for not listening!” The whole salon was in complete shock. She pulled him up by the arm, and dragged him out of the salon without a word to anyone else. We never saw them again. Absolutely, the most mental experience of working in a salon. That, and the crazy color change I had to do, but that is a story for another time.

15. Communication is key.

Oh jeez. I’ve been barbering for 7 years and I’ve got a couple stories. Mostly communication errors. I had a client come in with a super tight haircut (looked like it had just been cut) and asked for a “zero on the sides.” I’m not sure what this guy was on, but a zero is bald to me. So I start my bald line for my fade and he freaks out that it’s way too short and I ruined his haircut. Since this never happens to me I got super upset and felt absolutely terrible.

I’ve had clients who text me and ask for an appointment and then I forget to book it, then they show up and I’m busy and they don’t have an appointment. (I always comp them because I feel terrible) I used to work in a low income neighborhood and worked at a black barbershop.

I was cutting a kids hair and since it was so curly you couldn’t see his scalp or anything. Started cutting into it and sure enough, he had ringworm. I have hella stories but those are just the ones that come to mind.

14. Good thing he was chill.

I was in school still at the time and was cutting this guy’s hair, he brought his girlfriend along and she was watching like a HAWK over me. I’m halfway through the cut and almost done with the fade when the person next to me has their trolley too close to me so I go to move it but I didn’t pay attention that my other hand had the clipper still running with no guard on.

I made a nasty line through the fade that didn’t look intentional at all and was sweating my a** off on how I was gonna fix this.

The girlfriend of course points it out and the client is actually super chill about it and has me basically just run a super high 0.5 on the sides and back. 3 years later and to this day I haven’t had an incident that bad.

13. That needs to be in a movie.

Brother of a barber who used to be a hair model? back when I used to have a good head of hair. His instructor told a story during one of the shows about a mobster falling asleep during a shave. While shaving him, he accidentally cut off a mole.

He said he kept on putting towels on him and then snuck across the street and hid in a bar watching through the window until the mobster left.

Since he was only renting the chair in the shop he grabbed all his stuff and found another place to work after he was sure the mobster was gone.

12. That’ll cost you one free haircut.

Barber here. I’m pretty experienced and a successful barber with my own place but I definitely made some mistakes along the way. This story still makes me die inside a little.

When I was training, maybe a few months in so I had a bit of confidence, enough for me to not realize I still didn’t know what I was doing, i was cutting this guys hair and I got to his fringe. He wanted it really short and I was standing in front of him cutting along his forehead whilst chatting away. I took my scissors away to comb his hair but like, flicked them(??) around my fingers and they swung round and hit the guy right in the f*cking iris.

I froze. He froze. Eventually i asked “did I just hit you in the eye by the way?” He said “I think so”. Trying to act like it wasn’t sore for some reason. It eventually blew up in the shop once his shock wore off and someone else got him out the door. Found out a month later his wife was a nurse and she used some kind of eye drop and his eye was only scratched.

Thank god because I thought I blinded him. I gave him a free haircut next time. Just the one though.

11. It only takes one mistake.

My mom was cutting my hair when I was younger (around second grade). She was only using the razor at one point (without the thing that makes it a certain length) towards the end.

A piece of hair fell on my nose and made me sneeze, my head moved, and I ended up with a bald spot. I ended up having to get shaved completely bald to “fix” it and she refused to give haircuts after that except for one time during covid.

10. That last one, though.

Started combing a guy’s hair to get ready to cut it. Shifted the comb over the left side of his head and the hair did not move the way it was supposed to. I pulled the comb down again and realized the dude did not have a left ear. Didn’t say anything about it. Gave him a cut that still worked with it and he left happy.

Had a blind man come in once who said that this haircut was his first stop after getting out of a 25 year prison sentence for murdering his wife. Gave his name and everything. We looked him up and he did indeed murder his wife who was also blind.

During barber school I was the most eager to learn to straight razor shave of all the customers, so the instructor gave me all the hardest shaves, including an 80 year old dude whose skin was so loose and unhealthy that each time I pulled the blade over his flesh, it brought up just as much dead skin as it did hair. I wasn’t cutting him or anything, he just had that much dead skin just chillin’ on his face every other week.

Had a mom bring in her son, about 8 years old, with beautiful long hair. Told me to shave it all off as short as we could go, which is a big red flag. Being still in school, I missed the warning signs and buzzed up the back of his head in time to see a bug as long as my thumb nail scurry back into where the hair was long. I inspected more closely and found several bugs of similar size. My instructor chewed out the mother very harshly.

9. Hey, Hallmark…

Not a barber but my cousin worked in a salon when I was a kid and I would hang out there a lot after school.

One day she cut a guy’s head pretty bad with the clippers.

Lots of blood but it wasn’t too serious.

This led to them dating and eventually getting married.

8. They’ve hurt people.

Beauty school. This tweaker dude and his hippie girlfriend come in for $7 haircuts. Immediately, something seemed off about the girlfriend; she seemed a little not “all there” and was cross-eyed and had dreads poking out of her hippie hat. The appointments were a bit staggered, so I finished the guy’s 1-all-over buzzcut, and my classmate calls me over to “help” with hers. When she took off the girl’s hat, her hair was completely matted and filthy, and beneath the matted hair were stinking, suppurating sores COVERING her scalp. When we combed at the hair, her scalp would begin to give and split away wetly. We called over an instructor who tried to explain that we couldn’t service someone who was literally oozing. She didn’t seem to understand and they left without paying. I’ll never forget that smell.

Also beauty school; when bang trims go poorly. If you cut even slightly too high and a cowlick in the front goes “boing!” and springs the hair right up off the face. There’s literally no coming back from a bad bang trim. To be fair, if it was that important, she shouldn’t have been having students doing it. This also applies to colors. Local teenage girls would come in expecting a full head of highlights and then be shocked and angry when it goes poorly and takes forever and there’s huge lines near the root. Arguments between 17 year old clients and 19 year old jailbird beauty school girls were really common.

Lice. I’ve had three run-ins with lice on kids in my 8 years of cutting hair. You just have to stop cutting immediately, discretely send them back to their parents, and spend the next hour cleaning and feeling crawly. “Discovering” something like lice is like the classic “oh s**t” moment in haircutting

Years ago, I was working at a shop in SF’s Tenderloin. I was standing near the window looking absentmindedly outside. This drugged-out woman on the corner decides that I was looking AT her, so she shambles into the shop right up to the station and starts threatening me, inches from my face. I become acutely aware that my razors and shears are sitting in plain view on the counter next to us, and that I have to get them into my possession and away from her before she can use them against me. I decided that if I’d have to stab a crackhead in self defense, I’d use my trusty 8-inchers. Before it gets to that, my coworkers intervene and begin corralling her outside. At the doorway she starts swinging, punches one coworker in the face and bites the other on the chest. Cops showed up pretty quick and arrested her about a block away. I spent another year at that shop constantly looking over my shoulder, certain that she’d one day reappear.

Once had a dude pass out after a haircut. Based on what he told me, he had some sort of sensory issues, and the combination of heat, the neck strip, clipper buzzing and noise of the shop overwhelmed him. If you’ve ever dealt with a person fainting, you know what an “oh s**t” moment it is; one minute dude is standing up and looking a little worried, next he is crumpling to the floor. I’m a little guy, but I was able to sort of “catch” him and ease him down without anyone getting hurt. It was pretty scary, my first thought was that I somehow killed him.

And my personal worst story: I was cutting one of my regular’s hair, and he always insisted on scissor-over-comb instead of clippers on the side, which is fine and kind of my thing anyhow. I was working in the lower right corner of his nape moving upwards with my big a** 8″ inch dry-cutting scissors, and he sorta twisted toward me to say something at the precise moment my shears closed, causing me to close the pivot of my shears right onto the flesh atop of his ear. It wasn’t like a little common nick, I felt my tools puncture living flesh. The whole top chunk was like hanging off and bleeding profusely. My coworkers said I looked pale and panicked, and I still don’t know how I did it, but I managed to get the ear chunk back in place with surgical glue and staunch the bleeding with talcum power. The craziest part is he kept coming to see me, insisted on paying full price plus tip, and continued coming back up until he moved away a year later. About 5 years later, not a day goes by at work where I don’t think about the sickening sensation of metal on flesh, and I’m happy to say nobody has been hurt since.

7. Bless his heart.

One girl had never cut a white guy’s hair and her teacher asked if i was ok with it. I said sure she has to learn some how and its just hair it can be shaved and should grow back. Told her how i wanted the hair cut, pretty simple a little short and off the ears. Jokingly said do not take my ears off.

Long story short i left with a bald head and a band-aid on the top of my left ear, after bleeding like a stuck pig due to blood thinners!! where she nicked me with the scissors. Even her teacher couldnt save the hair cut. I did my best to try and help the girl calm down as she was ugly crying!!

Went back a month later and asked if the girl was there, thankfully she was and i simply smiled and said tound two…she did it perfect second time around.

6. That kid will sit still for the rest of his life.

I work at a small shop and there is a family who comes in mom, boy and daughter. So about 2/3 years ago the son probably 11 at the time was booked with me first thing Saturday morning. Chill kid but he used to move a lot while getting his hair cut.. until that Saturday morning when I snipped his ear pretty good.

It wasn’t hanging off but ears bleed a lot when snipped. The family still comes to the shop, I haven’t cut the sons hair since- totally fine with me. I have noticed that he sits much better for my coworkers.

5. They don’t get paid that much.

Licensed cosmetologist here!

During my very first mens haircut when I was in school I accidentally cut this guy’s skin tag off. I was absolutely horrified but he was super nice about it and was genuinely stoked he only had to pay 5 dollars + a tip to get it removed! That’s the only real “oh sh%t” moment that’s been my fault that I can think of. I’ve had plenty, if not too many “what the f*ck” moments though.

I’ve had people:

-sh%t

-piss

-sh%t and piss

-vomit

-come in with c*m/sh%t/mold/blood and other fun fluids in their hair

-be high or drunk out of their minds

-get violent with me

-s*xually harass/assault me

And more in my chair.

Please be nice to the person who does your hair; we go through too much to make y’all look nice.

4. Tell your barber the truth.

Did you know that some hair dye chemicals don’t play well together?

Turns out the lady had used some sort of home hair dye chemical that basically has tiny bits of metal in it. She didn’t mention.

My mom goes to dye her hair and puts the professional dye on it… and the hair more or less starts melting as the dye reacts.

Her hair was totally ruined, there was no saving it. Only thing to do was to just get the new dye off as fast as possible. She was pretty understanding about the whole situation though.

3. He still cuts his own hair, though.

I’m not a licensed barber or professional by any means, but I have been cutting my own hair for about 10 years. I’m really good at it, save a lot of time and money, know exactly how to do it, and never have to worry about getting something I don’t like, anymore.

BUT, it has taken a lot of trial and error over the years. Especially when I was learning how to fade.

This was 3 years ago. I start cutting like I normally do and start fading my sides. At the top on my head the guard pops off, huge chunk falls down my face. So me, still learning, not knowing how to fix it, decides it’s best to just buzz it. Which I’ve really only had to do 3 times in my “career.”

I look dumb with a buzzed head, so for some unknown reason, I also decide to shave my beard, thinking maybe it’ll equal it all out. NOPE. Apologies if this offends anyone, but I look like I’m receiving chemo at this point. Bro I look like a thumb. Big toe looking a**.

So I hated myself, my wife still makes fun of me to this day, I got endless sh%t from my family, and was attached to a hat for like 2 months.

This was the moment that made me never f*ck up again.

2. That’s a fun, if unexpected, twist.

Also a stylist, but this reminds me of a story from one of my instructors. Lady comes into the school and wants highlights I think? Or it might’ve been a color remover actually now that I’m really thinking of it. Box color black, wants to be lighter is the short of it I suppose.

Now this particular instructor has been teaching for like, 20+ years and she insists on doing a strand test. They take a bit of hair, put the color remover on it in a foil.

And it starts smoking. Like immediately.

They open the foil and the hair is WHITE in like a minute, but also fried beyond repair. Chemical reactions are wild.

1. Sometimes hiding is the only option.

Been a professional barber for 2 years now. I like to tell my clients this story all the time but it is the first time writing it so bear with me

When I was in barber school I had a mother and her son come in to get a haircut for her son. They did not speak English very well so there was a bit of a language barrier. She told me she wanted a 2 on top which is very short, 1/4 inch left to be exact, and the little boy had close to 3 inches on top so I figured they did not understand the lengths. I did try to explain to her that the 2 would be very short by showing her the guard but she insisted he got a 2 on top.

Being the dumb a** I was I started my clipper down the middle of the kids head. I remember hearing the clipper take off a bunch of hair and the child knew something was wrong and starting screaming. “Oh s**t! The mother came over and scolded me for taking it too short. She told me that she meant she wanted 2 inches left not a number 2 guard. I apologized like 5 times and told them that I would at least make the buzz cut look good and get them a free haircut next time.

As I was finishing up the kids hair, literally on the last pass with my clippers, by an act of god or something the guard I was using popped off and I went straight to skin down the middle of the top of this poor child’s head. “OH SH**TT” I put my hand over the bald patch on this kids head and just pretended that nothing had happened.

Thankfully one of my instructors came by and i was able to flag him down for some assistance. I took my hand off the kids head and my instructor starting chucking and told me to go in the back and get some water while he sorts this out. He ended up getting in a big fight with the mother because she thought I did it on purpose for yelling at me earlier but it was and accidentally and she did come to a school and pay $5 for a student haircut.

I was holding my breath through some of these – they could have gone so much worse, honestly.

If you cut hair for a living, share your ‘oh crap!’ story with us in the comments!

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December 15, 2020

People Debate Whether or Not It’s Lame to Play Video Games on the Easiest Settings

What I think is important to remember when talking about anything that’s a creative or mindless outlet is that people engage for all sorts of reasons.

Sure, some people log hours on video games with the clear intention of being the best, accumulating all of the rewards, and being able to say they “beat” the game quickly and well.

Other people want to lazily explore these amazing, virtual universes at their leisure, and don’t really care how hard the settings are or what they “get” in return.

It’s totally ok to play video games on the easiest setting to enjoy the story line. from unpopularopinion

According to this guy, any way you want to play is fine – but what did people have to say in the comments?

Keep reading!

16. It’s not either/or.

It may not make you a hardcore gamer, but it def makes your friends gatekeeping a$sholes.

I play lots of games over and over cause they’re fun. Like Witcher 3, but I’ve never played it on Death March.

Guess who cares if that makes me a weak gamer…

Enjoy your games.

15. It’s an option, so it must be ok.

Hell, Jedi: Fallen Order even made the “Story Mode” setting.

So that if you really wanna enjoy the story rather than combat or exploration or whatnot, you can!

14. There’s more than one way to play.

The words of a true enlightened gamer. No longer held down by petty beliefs and free to just enjoy the way they want. The point isn’t whether it’s easy or hard, it’s about you choosing to play through that experience which in turn helps spread the word and love of the game to others while also helping support the developers and game communities in indirect ways you will never fully know.

Gate keeping is not for a place of genuine love, it is those who want to one-up the other in a never ending game they find themselves in. Someone is always going to be better or worse but to educate and have them look beyond that. Cooperation and expression of respect for the other since we share the same love and want our favorite games to continue regardless.

13. Not everyone wants to rage in their spare time.

Every game I’ve played so far on the PS4 has a story mode.

It’s kind of nice because I like playing for story sometimes.

After all day at work i don’t want to rage at my leisure time.

12. You’re not doing chores.

My look on games changed over the years….at first I played on easy because I wanted fun and not my ass kicked.

Then I became a completionist and wanted a challenge.

Now it is enough to just experience the world again without major struggles and the necessity to collect all legendary flowers of Baba Yaga.

I play on hard sometimes, but if it isn’t fun I have no problem to dial it back.

The game is for me to enjoy not an additional chore in my life.

11. Preach.

You bought the game and have the right to play it however you want.

10. Make your choice.

To those friends I say, “just be grateful that you have a choice. Back in the day I’d have given anything to play NES Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on easy mode”

These days I play on whatever difficulty isn’t going to give me ptsd flashbacks to that seaweed stuff in the dam level.

9. I mean…

“HUr DuR it’S n0t SeA Of FreiNdz”

Buncha fu*king basement sociopaths living out their “Black Sails” fantasies while mom cooks up the tendies.

8. Reality bites.

See, I usually play it on the hardest setting I can handle so it’s more realistic.

I mean in fc3 you will die in a single shot if you are on the hardest difficulty, so you can’t just run in and spray Willy Nilly.

You have to do missions stealthily and plan your attacks.

I mean he’s wearing shorts and a teeshirt with 0 combat experience.

He’s not going to be bulletproof!

7. That’s not fun.

Yeah what is WITH this game?

My buddies and I are having a blast playing, and we’re super chill and polite, but man 95% of the people we meet are the sweatiest f*cking tryhards I’ve ever met.

Like, I’m not saying they’re trash-talking or something, I can handle that.

They’re just obnoxiously rude.

6. Splitting hairs.

Increases in difficulty are only fun when they increase… well, the difficulty.

But in shooters it tends to just mean you give less damage, take more damage, have less HP, and enemies have more HP.

I mean yes, this is technically harder, but was the game designed to be played at that difficulty?

Can you strategize your way out of it?

If there isn’t a way for the player to figure out how to survive, then it’s not really an increase in difficulty, it’s just an increase in bullshit.

It’s more difficult by the layman word “difficult” but in the context of game design I don’t like calling that sort of thing an increase in difficulty.

There may be a better term I’m not aware of.

5. Get satisfied.

It’s exciting finding other crews to sink.

Lots of folks play it for the naval pvp part of the game and prefer getting their treasure that way.

Way more satisfying than fighting NPC skeletons and bosses with crap mechanics.

4. Don’t suck the joy away.

I play normal bc i believe it’s how the game was meant to be played, not some ultra mega super hard difficulty that sucks the joy out of the plot.

3. We don’t all have the time.

I don’t understand why some are so anti easy modes. Some people want to play a game that they’ve been looking forward to but dont have the time to “get good”. What is the harm in making your favorite series more accessible, which creates more sales, which can help ensure a better future for that series while keeping in game costs low (not every publisher would follow that logic of course).

I dont speak for everyone, but when I find a game, film, or show that I love I want to share it with others. I LOVE the Deus Ex series but my good friend just can’t play stealth games very well. I got him to play Human Revolution on the easiest mode and he eventually beat it and really liked. Hes currently playing my copy of Mankind Divided

It’s been awesome to talk about one of my favorites series with a close friend which wouldn’t had happened if he had to “get good” to do so because his wife and 2 kids didn’t give a f*ck how good he is at video games, I’ve asked.

No one is trying to take away your platinum trophies or in game achievements, playing games competitively is awesome but not to everyone. Some just want to play a video game they think looks fun.

2. But I mean…so?

The whole controversy started because there was a fear of inaccurate review ratings.

For example, if a reviewer is awful at playing Dark Souls, making an easy mode for him will absolutely mess with his review of the game.
Suddenly, he’s not reviewing the Dark souls everybody knows and loves, he’s now playing a slow paced hack n slash game. Altering his review score and perception of what the game was designed to be.

1. You’re still a gamer.

I play most games in easy mode, and mod in grind-removing things when I can (crafting supplies and gold in DAI, or just outright using commands in Skyrim for the house building supplies for example). I’ve got a family, a full time job, and all the crap that has to get done because of it, and no time or inclination to grind elfroot or iron once I get to play my games. Plus it’s single player, so I’m the only one effected by it.

I’ve started playing Satisfactory recently (love it so much!), and the only thing I really want is a peaceful mode so that the animals stop kicking my ass when I go exploring. But I understand that lots of folks like combat, so having combat mode as default with a peaceful mode as an option for folks like me would be great.

Doesn’t make me less of a gamer though. Gatekeeping over what difficulty you play the game on reminds me of gatekeeping being a “real” gamer based on how much you enjoy min/maxing the game/character.

I agree with OP here! You do you, man.

But that’s what I think. What in the heck do YOU think? That’s what I want to know.

Share your thoughts with us in the comments!

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December 15, 2020

People Share the Absolute Scariest Stories They Know

Scary stories are perfect for every time of year, to be honest, so even if you’re thinking they don’t quite go with the holidays, well…I’m here to tell you that you’re wrong.

If you love creeping yourself out, these people have got you covered, so grab some popcorn and enjoy!

17. Nope. Don’t like that.

This story is called 13.

Timothy was riding the train home. It was dark and he was the only one in the train as far as he could tell.He sat down, put in his headphones and opened his notebook. 12+1=, he wrote, but that’s as far as he got because he heard a noise. He looked up and there, sitting in a seat that had been empty before was a little girl. she was at the end of the car so Timothy reckoned he just hadn’t seen her. He sat back and closed his eyes, but a minute later, he opened them again, and there the girl was, sitting in front of him.

“Hello.” she said. “My name is Annie.”

Tentatively, Timothy looked around, then turning to the girl he said, “Hi. I’m Tim.”

“Hello Tim!”

They sat there in silence until a few minutes later Tim said, “Annie, do you hear that sound?”

“No” Annie innocently replied.

“Oh okay, I must be hearing things.” Tim concluded.

A few minutes later he asked again, “Annie are you positive you can’t hear that noise, it’s louder now?”

“No, I can’t.”

“I sounds as if it’s coming from outside.”

“Is that so.” Annie replied.

Reaching toward the window Tim said, ” Here let me stick my head out the window and try to hear it better.”

“Alright.”

“Annie come here with me, it’s louder.”

So the little girl stuck her head out the window to listen, but as she did, she felt a cold hand grab her from behind and shove her out. Timothy chuckled as the girls screams faded away. He opened his notebook to it’s last page. 12+1= 13.

16. Not bad, not bad.

Every few days when I look into the mirror, I see a new person next to me. They have a face of terror, and are gone the next day. This has been going on for a few months, but I still refuse to move out of this apartment. One day, when I looked into the mirror, I didn’t see a face of terror. I saw a calm person, just looking. I then realized that the people in the mirror were real this whole time, for the figure placed down a book. They wrote-

“Who are you?” and so I replied.

“My name is Natalie Dean.”

“You mean, the one who died here, 4 months ago?”

That’s what stopped me. The people I had seen weren’t the ghosts or spirits, not even my imagination, and they weren’t trying to terrify me.

I was the dead one, and I was the one putting terror on their faces.

15. That’s dedication.

A man and his wife were hiking in the mountains. It got dark and they hadn’t found their way back to their car yet. They decided to look for a spot to stay the night, like a bed of dry leaves or a grassy clearing. They came across an old shack. They went inside and found the bedroom. They fell asleep, but woke up only a few hours later to the snapping of a twig.

The man asked out loud “Who is there?” No reply.

He said “Clap if there is someone there.”

No reply. They were just about to fall back asleep when they heard a loud CLAP.

The man said “Alright, clap once for no and twice for yes.”

Clap! Clap!

The man said “Are you a man?”

Clap!

“So you’re a woman then?”

Clap!

The man looked nervously at his wife.

“Are you human?”

Clap!

At this point they were very scared. The man had just one more question.

“Are you alone?”

Clap!

The man was quiet for a while.

Finally, he said “Clap once for each of you out there.”

There was silence for a moment.

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14. This is not at all normal.

So on the last Halloween that I dressed up (creepy Alice in the Wonderland) I was walking with my friends when we walked passed the park.

Now the park has a huge green hole and it’s pitch black. Me and my friends were talk when we heard laughing out in the field. I stopped but my friends didn’t really care. Then all of the sudden a horde of clowns appears and grabs me off the sidewalk.

I scream and my friends are trying to get me away from them but there were too many of them. At this point the clowns are laughing and pulling me farther into the dark field. I started crying and the creepiest clown frowns and wipes the tears of my face making me flinch into the person behind me. The clown asks if I really know what it’s like to really live in the dark.

I cry some more then my dad comes out of nowhere and grabs the guy that is holding me and punches him then I fall onto the ground. My mom comes out of nowhere and pulls me to her and we get out of the horde. The police are there and I had to go to the hospital to calm me down.

Apparently the horde of clowns were all sex offenders and they were going to take me away to a motel where another dozen of sex offenders were. There were a total of nine clowns in the field and eight more at a motel 2 miles away. So moral of the story is stay home lol.

13. The witching hour.

Usually when I slept at midnight nothing happened, but when I slept earlier… Well, let me tell you.

It started one night, probably around the month of January. I live in this small house so there wasn’t anything that creepy until night fell. As I walked to my bed, I could see a shadow behind me, not mine, but a shadow looking like a demon.

In order to determine if nothing was there, I returned and looked at the shadow but found nothing. I came back to bed and layed down. As I turned around, I saw something really weird. I saw a doll-like shadow with glowing eyes. I turned the other side and then again back to see that the shadow was gone.

I finally turned off the lights, hearing strange sounds as I slept.

12. Just say no to the Ouija board.

I decided to go with my friends last Halloween and you just have fun together. we were gonna go to a haunted house then go trick or treating then have a sleepover. my friend, let’s call her friend1, said we could have the sleepover at her house. my other friend, let’s call her friend2, got us tickets to a haunted house so we were all ready to go and have fun.

friend1s parents were not home but we were fine with that. we went to the haunted house and trick or treating and things were normal. but when we got back to friend1s house that’s when things got…weird. friend2 brought an ouija board so we could “contact the dead”.

we were playing with the ouija board and we jokingly asked if someone was there. it moved to yes and we started to snicker because we thought someone moved it. we asked if it was a nice ghost and it moved to no so we started to joke more about the ghost. we stopped playing with the board and went to watch scary movies.

we were in the middle of jaws when friend2 got up to get a snack. a few minutes later we hear a loud scream me and friend1 go to see what had happened and friend2 was freaking out we asked what was wrong and she said she had seen someone in the house. we were home alone. we looked around where she said she saw the person but no one was there. we told her she was probably just tired so we decided to go to bed. I woke up at 2 in the morning because I smelled something.

I got up off the floor(where I was sleeping)and went towards the smell. when I got closer I realized it smelled like smoke and fire. I ran and woke up my friends and we ran out of the house. friend1 grabbed her phone and was calling 911. I turned around and looked at the house and saw that half of the house was now on fire.

I looked around then noticed that in the window of the attic of her house was a tall black figure.when the fire department arrived I look at them and then looked back at the window and the figure was gone.luckly the fire department got in control of the fire and me and friend2 got our stuff back. but we never found out what had caused the fire.

11. Never eat something you can’t identify.

Once there was an old hermit living alone in his cabin in the woods with just him and his hunting dog, rover. One day he went out to hunt and gather his dinner, he had only found some fruits and berries so dinner would be small that night. But just as he was going to turn back he came into a clearing, where a great black beast with a jet black coat and a long thick tail lie. Before he could thing he raised his hatchet and brought it down on the beasts tail. The beast helped in pain and glared at him with its piercing red eyes before running off into the brush.

When the man got home he had a great meal from the beasts tail and ate better than he had in weeks, he soon fell asleep with a full belly. But later like night he was awoken, he could hear a scratching coming from the door “??????ℎ, ??????ℎ, ??????ℎ” he was frozen stiff with fear “??????ℎ, ??????ℎ, ??????ℎ, ?????“ the door clicked open and the great beast from before stalked into the room and climbed onto his bed in a ominous scratchy voice it said “???????, ???????, ?ℎ??? ?? ?? ????????“ “I don’t know where your tailypo is! Rover!” He yelled at his dog, the dog leaped the beast and chased him out until he could hear no barking anymore.

He went back to sleep, but not an hour later he heard scratching again “??????ℎ, ??????ℎ, ??????ℎ“ this time coming from the roof “??????ℎ, ??????ℎ, ?????“ he heard at it jumped down his chimney into his unlit fireplace. It crawled onto his bed and stood over him it’s massive jaws curled in a smile, to show of its needlepoint teeth “???????, ???????, ???? ?? ???? ?? ???????“ it said. “ I don’t have your tailypo!” Pleaded the man “????“

The next morning when rover came back to his masters house all there was was a pile of rubble, but in around the rubble he could make out a faint voice “ ???????, ???????, ??? ??? ??? ?? ???????“

1o. That ending!

I hate it when my brother Charlie has to go away. My parents constantly try to explain to me how sick he is. That I am lucky for having a brain where all the chemicals flow properly to their destinations like undammed rivers.

When I complain about how bored I am without a little brother to play with, they try to make me feel bad by pointing out that his boredom likely far surpasses mine, considering his confine to a dark room in an institution. I always beg for them to give him one last chance.

Of course, they did at first. Charlie has been back home several times, each shorter in duration than the last. Every time without fail, it all starts again. The neighborhood cats with gouged out eyes showing up in his toy chest, my dad’s razors found dropped on the baby slide in the park across the street, mom’s vitamins replaced by bits of dishwasher tablets.

My parents are hesitant now, using “last chances” sparingly. They say his disorder makes him charming, makes it easy for him to fake normalcy, and to trick the doctors who care for him into thinking he is ready for rehabilitation. That I will just have to put up with my boredom if it means staying safe from him.

I hate it when Charlie has to go away. It makes me have to pretend to be good until he is back.

9. Never ask for ice cream.

Once there was a king with 6 daughters, ages 2,4,6,8,10, and 12. One day, he took his daughters to the basement of the castle for “ice cream”. He locked them in cages.

The oldest was in the smallest cage, and the youngest in the largest cage (reverse claustrophobia thing). A few days later, the queen asks where her children are.

The king decides to take her to the basement to show her the “heaven” he had put their children into. When she got down there, she saw her children caged up like animals. Her husband then hit her head against the cement wall five times. she died in that basement.

So did her daughters, in a few days.

How do I know this? My great-aunt was a worker at the castle, but she escaped. And now, the king goes around the kingdom, looking for his next victims.

8. Stay away from mirrors.

There was this one mirror at my grandparent’s place at the end of a long and narrow hallway. At the other end of the hallway, there was a bathroom, and the mirror faced it directly. For some reason, every time I went at night and turned on the lights of the bathroom, I had the urge to check the mirror, like I was being watched by someone. It gave me the creeps.

One night, I went to the bathroom as I usually do and checked the mirror. It reflected light but very dimly. It felt odd. I took a glance at the kitchen, which was to the left of the bathroom, and saw a completely black silhouette in the moonlit room. I noped the hell out of there back into my room, and started sleeping with a knife under my pillow (like it would help.)

The place gave me nightmares, and flashes of some bizarre imagery. For example, when I was trying to sleep, an image has struck me that my grandpa was staring at me looking like a demon, with a wry, evil smile. I jumped and looked around, and the doors of my room which led me to the hallway were slightly opened. In the crack, there was pitch blackness, and I got a strange feeling someone was looking at me directly in the eyes.

I hated the place when I was a kid. I still look behind my back at that mirror even to this day.

7. Dog warning.

Sams parents often go out late at night and leave her at home, so they bought her a dog. She was a snow white lab so they named her Snowflake. Snowflake was a great comfort to Sam when she was home alone.

One night after lying awake for an hour or so, Sam heard a dripping noise. Drip. Drip. Drip. Sam went downstairs and turned of all the taps. Before she climbed back into bed she stack her hand under her bed, where Snowflake slept, and Snowflake licked it.

After tossing and turning, Sam heard the drip, drip, drip again. This time she went outside and turned off the hose and sprinklers. She went back upstairs and stuck her hand under the bed again, when Snowflake promptly licked it.

After trying to fall asleep again she heard it. Drip. Drip. Drip. This time she located the sound. It was coming from the closet.

She opened the closet door and saw Snowflake hanging from the rack, her blood dripping onto the ground. Smeared in blood on the floor were the words, “Humans lick too.”

6. Kids and their summoning.

So lately I’ve been hearing about this Slenderman guy, partnered with Jeff the killer, from my friends at sleepovers. As time passes, my friends talk about Slenderman and Jeff the killer more and more.

“Guys, let’s just stop talking about something that doesn’t exist!” I said in exasperation.”Or….we try to summon one of them…” Sasha replies, smirking.

“I don’t know about that…” Lila whimpers. “I heard that being killed by Slenderman and Jeff the killer is pretty brutal.”

“It’ll be fun!”
“Okay…”

As Sasha goes to get the supplies to summon the nonexistent creatures, I roll my eyes. We could try but they will not come. They don’t exist. Right?

“Alright, here we go!” Sasha squeals cheerfully. Lila looks a little pale but she follows Sasha and I into the dark forest.

Sasha lays out several different knives and hums a disturbing tune. One sounding like in one of those movies where the killer is right behind the victim. The humming lasts for five long minutes. I start to feel uneasy. A few moments of silence follow the humming.

“Ugh, screw this, let’s just go home,” I say, annoyed that I was forced to summon something that doesn’t exist.

A few hours later, Sasha, Lila and I are watching a scary movie(the Human Centipede movie).

“Yo, I gotta pee,” Sasha mutters. “Must’ve been that soda, am I right?”

Lila and I roll our eyes. Sasha’s being incredibly obnoxious tonight.

Sasha goes into the bathroom.

“Lila, you don’t REALLY believe in Slenderman or Jeff the Killer, do you?” I ask.

“To be honest, not really,” she replies. “I only act like it so Sasha can tolerate me.”

We sit in silence for a few moments when a thud make us jump from our seats.

“Oh ,God, that came from the bathroom” Lila whimpers.

“Check on her!” I hiss.

Lila tiptoes to the bathroom and flies back to me.

“Sasha’s dead” Lila gasps. “Her body is mutilated, and her head’s gone. Where her head should’ve been is this black goop. There’s blood on the walls saying ‘go to sleep.’”

“You mean…”

Lila widens her eyes and nods, tears falling down her face.

“Well, let’s go then.”

We walk out of the house when Lila says she forgot her phone.

“Okay, just hurry up…” I whisper.

Lila walks in the house. I can tell somethings not right when she turns around, eyes turning into saucers. The door opens but it’s not her….

“RUN, JASMINE, RUN!!!!” Lila screams as black tentacles grab her and pull her in the house.

I start running and I don’t stop until I’m back at where we tried to summon Jeff the killer. This is horrible. My friends are gone, I don’t have my phone, and all of our parents are out of town.

Tears stream down my face.

Suddenly I start hallucinating. Lila’s throat being slashed. Sasha’s dead headless corpse hanging in my room. I wonder where her head went.

I start to feel as if someone’s watching me. I look around and no one’s there. I suddenly feel the breath on my neck. My hairs on my neck stand up as he says “Go to sleep…”

I turn around and there is a man with bright red cuts on his pale face. His eyes are filled with blood lust. I notice he has something in his hands, something round. Slender man appears right behind him. I look closer to see what is in Jeff’s hands and I realize something….

It’s Sasha’s head…

“It’s time to go to sleep…” Jeff says creepily.

Slenderman inches closer to me and then my world goes dark.

5. The real ones are the scariest.

I was on a 15 hour bus trip from the Yucatan to Chiapas in Mexico with my family. It was late at night, and after several hours of driving we stopped at a gas station to go the bathroom, grab snacks, etc. It would have been like any other trip, however I noticed there was an unusual amount of police. When we got back on the bus, the driver informed us that the police had received a tip that our bus was being targeted for a robbery by Mexican bandits. They would escort us.

We drove and drove for hours up a nauseatingly winding road, on the side of a cliff. One police truck in front of us, and one behind us, armed to the 9’s. I was on high alert, but after a while I dozed off. That was, until the bus came to an abrupt stop. I remember peering out the front window, and seeing a series of large rocks placed strategically across the road. Everything was dark, save these rocks being illuminated by the bus lights.

If the police hadn’t been there, this is what would have went down:

Step 1: Bus driver disembarks, tries to remove rocks.

Step 2: Mexican bandits kill bus driver, or holds hostage.

Step 3: Bandits board bus.

Step 4: Rob, Rape, Kill.

I was 17 years old, white looking female, (I’m a halfie, and the rest of my family is Mexican, or looks full Mexican) and even then I knew what would have happened to me. Kidnapping for ransom would definitely not have been out of the question, and rape a high guarantee. We were in the middle of nowhere on a bloody fucking mountain. If the policia weren’t there, would I be here to tell this story? Probably not.

4. Chills!

Aaron wasn’t sure if the chill that went up his spine was from sudden drop in temperature, or that he had spotted ??? in the mirror.

And he wasn’t sure if her appearance and the sudden drop in temperature were related.

He wasn’t even quite sure who she was. She just kept appearing in places that he went to, staring blankly at him.

Most of the time Aaron paid her no attention, but this time, it was different. She just couldn’t be in the musty old basement with him.

He turned slowly around, and as he did, the lights started dimming. By the time he was facing the other way, everything around him was pitch-black. Everything, except of course, the eyes staring back into his.

3. Never anger a lady.

There was a wife of a samurai, and she was very beautiful. Her husband discovered she was having an affair and flew into a rage. He took his sword and slit the sides of her mouth and said “who will find you pretty now?”

She died and became a malicious spirit. She appears as a beautiful raven-haired woman wearing a surgical mask and a brown trench coat. She typically chooses children as her victims and will only appear to you if you are alone.

If you are walking alone at dusk or night and you see her standing under a streetlight, she will approach you and ask you if you think she is pretty. Say “no” and she beheads you. Say “yes” and she will tear off her surgical mask, revealing her hideous gash.

She will ask again. Say “no” and you will be cut in half with a giant pair of scissors. Say “yes” and she will take her scissors and deform you so you have a gashed mouth just like her. If you run she will catch you.

The only way to escape is to confuse her long enough for you to get away.

2. Try not to scream.

2020.

1. Singing kids. shudder

It was an average night at camp. They were showing us the lion king as they did every year. Me and my friends were bored, so we sneaked off into the woods right before hakuna matata.
We made a fire, and started telling stories.

Nancy went first. She told a pretty good one about a girl who died in a horrible car accident and came back from the grave. Then Scott went. His story was about a spider that bit somebody in their sleep and turned them evil. It was so bad.

Nancy started joking around and threw a spider into the flames, exclaiming that it would “come back and bite us in our sleep!” we all started laughing. Then it was my turn. I was halfway through my story, when Nancy stood up. Her eyes rolled back in her head, she grinned a strange grin.

We told her to sit down and stop playing around. But she didn’t. Instead, she started to sin…. “Brothers and sisters, they nights grow cold. Come with me to the fire~”. As we watched, she walked to the fire, and threw herself into the flames. We tried to scream, to get up and help her, but we couldn’t. It was like we were turned to stone. All we could do was watch her burn, all the while singing. “Brothers and sisters, the nights grow cold. Come join me in the fire~.”

Suddenly, Scott stood. His eyes rolled back, just like Nancy’s. He began to walk to the fire, singing. “Brothers and sisters, the nights grow cold. Won’t you come to the fire~.” With that, he plunged into the flames. “Brothers and sisters, the nights grow cold. Come to us in the fire~.”

I tried to resist. I stood. I walked to the flames, and heard myself singing. “Brothers and sisters, the nights are cold. I shall come to the fire~.” I felt the flames engulf me. It hurt-it hurt so bad. All I could do was sing. “Brothers and sisters, welcome home. Welcome home to the fire~”.

We burnt in agony through the night. We couldn’t die. Just sing in the flames. Only at dawn did we die. They found the bodies later, all burnt and black with ash.

We watched as they collected what was left of us and took them away. We couldn’t leave. All we could do was walk through the woods, unable to be seen. All we could do, was sing. “Brothers and sisters, The nights grow cold. Come with us to the fire~.”

I’m properly freaked out now and I’m not complaining!

Which one of these was your favorite? If you can top it, share your own tale with us in the comments!

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December 15, 2020

People Debate Whether or Not Having an Ample Chest Is Overrated

Boobs are one of those things that leaves people wanting what they don’t have.

If you’re a woman with naturally small breasts, you might always envy those with naturally larger ones, and vice versa – though I think the majority of females in the world will agree that there is definitely a line between big and so big they get in the way, make your back hurt, and generally are more trouble than their worth.

Men, of course, may not agree – but as they do not actually have breasts, we don’t care about their opinions on this one.

Or do we…?

Having big boobs is overrated from unpopularopinion

This Unpopular Opinion popped up on Reddit, and I don’t know…based on these replies, it really turned out to be not as unpopular as OP (original poster) might have thought.

17. Dudes can play too.

I was in the same boat before keto.

I kinda miss them…

Hm. No sense in wishing when I can have them…

I was talking about my manboobs. I’m a dude.

16. Not everyone hates it.

I feel like I’m the only busty girl who actually likes having big boobs.

Sure it can be a pain buying bras and stuff, but they look really good on my frame.

They also give me more confidence knowing how popular it is.

15. “A full body adventure” about nails it.

As someone who went from Bs to Ds (breastfeeding) I prefer my little boobs.

These boobs collect sweat, my nipples aren’t adorably places, anymore, and running is now a full body adventure as I wrangle my tits before they mangle my face.

Small boobs ftw. Can’t wait to have them back.

14. It requires a delicate balance.

I think it depends on how big we’re talking.

Back pain big is not good.

Also I have to only wear stretchy shirts/dresses because nothing not stretchy fits both my waist and breasts but if I wear something that fits my breasts I look fat.

13. Don’t kill the baby.

Yeah, I went from DD to a J.

Finding a nursing bra that fits right has been expensive (have to order online and pay to ship them back when they don’t fit).

Each boob is bigger than my baby’s head.

I have to keep a hand on my breast while feeding to keep it from smothering him ?

12. Breathing is nice.

I’d like to be able to run in anything less than two bras.

And to be able to breathe whilst running.

11. Double the protection, but not the fun.

I’m D and it’s literally the most uncomfortable thing ever.

Two sports bras have to come into the picture at the same time when I exercise.

Mine are kind of out of proportion to the rest of my body, so I am also a huge fan of all the lovely people always talking about “oh that girl thinks she’s great because she has implants.”

Jokes on them because I do not have implants and I am also 97% sure that I am not great either.

10. So many things to think about.

Same. Sore back.

Ugly bras unless you want to pay a fortune.

Also they make you look heavier.

If you wear a top that fits the rest of you it’s always stretched across the boobs. If you buy a top to fit your boobs then it’s baggy everywhere else.

Only tops that fit both are low cut ones. If you walk with proper posture then you are accused of “pushing them out”.

9. Such a way with words, these ladies.

I’m also a D.

Finding a sports bra that works is life changing!

I can now go for a run without bruising my chin.

So many years of double sports bras and super sweatiness.

So disgusting. Finding a good one shouldn’t be so hard!

8. A living cautionary tale.

My well-endowed sister started making babies when I was 7. She’s 15 years older than I am.

I remember her plopping those big boys on the kitchen table to rest her back.

And prepubescent me praying to any and all Gods to spare me the horror of big boobs.

My wish was granted and I have always been grateful.

7. I know I shouldn’t laugh, but…

I would love to be a D. I’m a 32I and sports bras just don’t come in my size.

No bathing suits or bras really fit well either.

It’s exhausting and discouraging to be such a small girl with one boob being about three and a half handfuls for me

6. In case you need a visual.

One of my besties is like that. Me, on the other hand, has two flotation devices that bob around my ears whenever I go in the water.

To demonstrate how large they are… hold out your hand with your palm facing upwards. Now, spread your fingers as wide as they will go.

Ok… if my boob were resting on that we wouldn’t be able to see any of your fingers or palm.

My back always hurts.

5. Sisters, right?

Hey I’m pretty much that size!

I have such a love/hate relationship with my boobs. I have one bra that’s the correct size and it took some hunting in a department store to find. I totally feel you.

I will literally never forget one time when I was a teenager my younger sister pointed and laughed at my chest.

That did some damage ?

4. Be careful what you wish for.

I have a hormonal issue hypogonadism and I am a cups almost completely flat.

I really wish they could be bigger for my confidence honestly.

3. Ever heard of minding your own business?

I hear you- people I don’t even know well have asked me how much my implants were, did it hurt, ect.

Then sometimes act almost disgusted when I say I have NOT had a boob job.

As if my boobs offend them for being naturally large. I have DDDs and a small figure.

They have confused a lot of people and even offend others.

2. It starts young, apparently.

All the females in our family are the same other than my mother.

My son loves a cuddle from women with big boobies, she feels so left out.

1. Not just sometimes.

My boobs are DDD (or I wear a DDD bra at least), and it’s funny how sometimes they look their size and other times they don’t. I had a guy tell me I had a nice a** but not much in the boob department and I like..got offended?

Like, screw you for objectifying me like that but also these blobs of fat are a menace.

You better notice them. Ugh. Being a woman is weird sometimes.

I definitely agree, but as someone with a deflated, postpartum and post-breastfeeding chest, there’s definitely a middle ground to be found.

Weigh in down below in the comments!

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December 15, 2020

People Share the Scariest Stories They’ve Heard (or Lived)

We all know some creepy stories, whether we’ve experienced them ourselves (eep!), they happened to a friend, or we read or watched them as they were spun by a professional of some sort.

If they’re truly creepy, then we also love to share them – because who wants to be scared alone – and these 10 stories are bound to get your heart rate up, at least a little.

10. Short and not-so-sweet.

“The shortest horror story:

The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.”

Frederic Brown

9. Ew, David.

My heart is full, I’m your new best friend even though we haven’t known each other long. Your loved ones will also get to know me as well which I am so excited about. You may not always see me, that’s ok – I always see you. I promise I will be with you through thick and thin. You let me in, I love you too.

I’ll be with you when you sleep and your co-pilot when having drinks with your mates. I’ll sit next to you in church and we’ll give thanks for each other. You’ll always know I’m with you and I am so devoted to you. Yes, I’m more famous than Brad Pitt but that doesn’t bother you. When I’m around you I feel like an Oscar winner.

Looking forward to seeing you more often this year

Yours forever,
COVID

8. When you don’t know what to say.

The slit-mouthed lady. This is a Japanese legend.

There is a lady who was married to man.

She was accused of loving someone else and it was true.

She loved someone else and was about to divorce her husband.

So he grabbed a knife or scissors and cut her mouth wider.

He later on regretted it so he stabbed himself to death.

People say that if you are walking alone, you might find a woman with a surgical mask.

She will ask , Am I pretty.

If you say yes, she will cut your mouth like hers.

If you say No, she will kill you with her weapon.

In order to escape her or distract her is to either say she looks average, or to distract he with money or hard candies.

7. I do not like that.

Almost every time i go to see my Gramma, she tells me one story that happened to her

She was coming home from work one day and she saw something on the road. it almost looked like a person wearing all black, she couldn’t see his face. So she gets out of the car and hesitantly walks over to the man and says, “sir? are you alright?”

The man stands up and towers over her. He’s around 7′ maybe. The man tells her, “someone you love is going to die in 3 days, 3 months, or 3 years” and he disappears. completely dumbfounded and shocked, my Gramma gets in her car and speeds down the road, and returns home that night.

3 days later, my grandpa died. Drowned in a quarry.

6. Why are they always wearing sailor hats?

I was in my old school with some friends, and then we saw a little blue ghost in the hallway.

He had no legs, just the face of a boy with a sailor hat and a white shirt, with the little sailor cape thing.

5. Previous life?

So i woke up in some kind of dark grey room with a few cages, as a girl (idk why?), with an old fashioned police officer and some other men. It came out all of us woke up here and didn’t remember anything. then we hear a creepy as giggle from above, and a doll fell one on of the men, and started ripping him like paper, then throwing the body (it looked like person made out of some ripped up mummy but with flesh).

It happened to the rest, but i managed to survive. Then the doll went in the cage with all of the bodies, and they started sticking to it, makin a giant man with long arms and pointy fingers. then me and the thing teleported to some kind of gate and thing started breathing loudly and pulled its hand towards me.

I woke up and started crying, but then i heard the deep breathing again, and couldn’t move or breath. came out it was my dad breathing! (i was sleeping in the same room as him and mom)

4. That is terrifying – and inescapable.

Taxes.

Freaks me out every single time.

3. Only reasonable course of action.

So I was probably around 5, 6 1/2, I had this cinderella doll and a doll that looked like a twin of Annabelle. One night I was cleaning my room, I put the Cinderella doll in my closet. I closed the door and continued cleaning all of a sudden I hear this giggle, now yes the doll makes noise but what freaked me the most out was there weren’t any batteries in the doll.

I ran downstairs crying and told my dad what happened, the next day we got rid of it.

Now I’ll tell you the story with the Annabelle doll. So this happened probably a week after the Cinderella one. I was watching Netflix on my dad’s tablet and as im doing that I see in the corner of my eye this figure of a little girl playing.

I look up and she’s looking at me, by now I freaked the heck out, I stand up and ran as fast as I could to turn on the light and bam she was gone. I put the “Annabelle” down on my bed and ran downstairs. When I came back up the doll was gone, she was about 1ft bigger than me so it was kind of hard to lose, I looked everywhere but never found her until one day…

I was outside and I had to take a bath cause I was dirty for playing in the dirty, muddy rain. I came inside took a bath and went into the room, she was laying on my bed, I went to go say thank you to my mom and dad for finding her. But they said they didn’t find her.

It freaked me out so bad we didn’t get rid of her, we burned her.

2. Ghosts, man.

Lived in a house where:

Stomping up and down hallway most nights

Cups/glasses/cutlery shivered occasionally

The cold water would suddenly turn boiling hot

All the doors slammed and wouldn’t open when female flatmate hopped out of bathroom in house alone

Female flatmate saw people staring through her windows twice. (She only lasted two weeks in the house)

My alarm clock which didn’t work (used it to tell time, not wake me up) would start blaring then turn off as soon as we walked in the room

NOBODY could sleep in the lounge; rugby playing manly men would end up on the floor in somebody’s bedroom, or walking home

The neighbours congratulated us when we lasted three months – we’d been the longest tenants in years. Although a lot of folks that lived with me didn’t last long either.

It was eventually knocked down years later but construction of flats stopped half-way thru.

1. What did I just read?

This is a true story.

My friend got her foot stuck in the toilet (don’t ask) my boyfriend peed into the toilet and flushed the toilet the nail of her big toe came off it was scary, disgusting.

We called the the fire brigade they took the toilet off the wall and ambulances my friend to hospital.

I am no longer with that boyfriend.

Happy to have found these weird little tales, how about you?

Link us your favorite scary story down in the comments!

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December 15, 2020

This Man Wonders How Many Days He Needs to Floss to Trick His Dentist Into Thinking It’s Been a Lifelong Habit

Flossing is something that some people do regularly, I hear – but just as often, it’s something people fudge to their dentist about how much they actually take the time.

This query was posted in Reddit’s No Stupid Question forum, and honestly, it’s information we’ve all probably wondered at some point in our lives.

Just how many days could we floss before an appointment and manage to convince our dentist we’ve been flossing every day forever?

Read on for some pretty enlightening responses!

13. Dentists think they’re so funny.

You can save time by only flossing the ones you want to keep.

12. Just a few weeks…maybe.

I started a few weeks ago after having never flossed consistently and my gums stopped bleeding after about a week of consistent flossing.

For cases of mild gingivitis this is the answer. Ultimately though, if you already have calculus(tartar), flossing will not remove it and your past sins will still visible. But if we see healthy pink tight gums, we are happy.

However, if you have periodontitis, flossing will most likely not be enough and we’re gonna have to go scrapey scrapey.

11. They’ll toughen up.

A lot. But it can help if you floss well and rinse with diluted hydrogen peroxide.

Do your gums bleed when you floss? If so, you probably already have plaque beneath the gum line.

Don’t let that keep you from going to the dentist. They can do a deep clean and you can start your flossing routine after that.

10. Spoken like a true dentist.

2 weeks of flossing can show a big difference.

The best day to start flossing is yesterday; the 2nd best day is today.

9. That’s one way to win…but not for your teeth to win.

The trick is you go to a different dentist for a cleaning before you go to your main cleaning.

8. No regrets? I’m in.

10 days give or take and you will see significant difference. Factors that come into play are when you have tarter build up or deep pockets in your gums. So for example, you get your teeth cleaned regularly 6 months like we recommend, so flossing about a week or so before will bring down inflammation because you probs don’t have significant tarter buildup.

If you haven’t visited the dentist in some time and there is significant tarter then your gums will most likely not bounce back until it’s removed. You’ll definitely see a difference maybe less pain or bleeding but the tarter will continue to irritate your gums until it’s removed.

Moral of the story: floss nightly, save money, save time, save teeth, you won’t regret it

7. No shame in the plaque game.

Dentist here.

If you’ve never flossed in your life, you likely won’t have good flossing technique anyway. You will likely have buildup then that can’t be removed by a couple weeks of flossing.

We aren’t judging you. Actually, some hygienists I know will roll their eyes at nice clean teeth and will fight for the patient with heavy buildup. There’s something so satisfying about removing calculus. Mmmm.

You’ve just got to remember that mouth stuff is ALL WE DO ALL DAY ERR DAY. Save the teeth embarrassment for your Mechanic or something. Not the dentist.

6. Some people are just lucky.

I hadn’t gone to the dentist in 5 years and recently got them cleaned.

My dentist told me I had really strong teeth genetically. Not entire sure what that meant but I did have tarter build up as I only brushed once in the morning.

Since going to the dentist though I have brushed twice a day and flossed too. I think I notice a difference in my gums but I’m not entirely sure yet.

It didn’t take too long to clean, 30 minutes to do my whole mouth.

5. Good habits are as hard to break as bad ones.

On a side note, I’ve been flossing everyday since going to the dentist 7 months ago and they were quite impressed with the improvement today when I went in for a cleaning.

I simply started flossing in the shower and it has been a habit for nearly 7 months now.

4. Not as long as you’d think.

I had not gone to a dentist in 10 years. Gums were bleeding every time I brushed.

Only had 4 very tiny cavities, and one significant one. They took care of one side of my mouth at a time, cleaned all the tarter pockets.

After about 7-10 days, my gums were no longer bleeding, even with flossing.

3. Dentists do get a bad rap.

Totally depends on the person. Some people are more susceptible to tooth and gum damage than others.

Honestly, dentists don’t care. The whole purpose of their job is to clean your teeth because you can’t. Your teeth are strong enough that if you take regular care of them and don’t eat stuff that eats away at them, you can go your entire life without a visit to the dentist.

Since most people don’t do that, dentists exist, and they’re happy to help.

2. Timing matters.

Yes of course. You won’t overdo flossing (unless your gum is already irritated don’t keep picking at it). Brush/floss nightly because it’s the most important time. Our mouths get dry at night and the soft plaque (white fuzzy stuff or grittiness on teeth) sticks and hardens creating tarter. This stuff sucks. It’s loaded with bacteria and causes significant damage if left prolonged.

Not to mention if you leave food or bacteria between your teeth each night it just cultivates and will basically go after your teeth for nutrients aka cavity. Same thing on the surface of your teeth. Floss whenever and however much but make sure to do it at night to disrupt the bacteria and destroy their homes. Fight the plaque before it fight back

1. Hahaha good one.

This reminds me of when I went to the dentist and he asked when did I floss last?

I was like “bro, you were there!”

So I’m going to have to do some firsthand research here.

Dentists, weigh in with your gleaming thoughts in the comments!

We want to hear from you!

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December 15, 2020

People Share the Ways You Might be Able to Tell Someone Is a Genuinely Good Person

People are good at acting like they’re nice and normal but the truth is, there are plenty of people who are really good at faking it.

If you’re watching closely, though, sometimes you can pick up on the little things – like these 14 specific acts – that can tell you exactly who you’re really dealing with.

14. The extra mile.

Once I was telling this guy a story.

He was listening with all his attention. 2/3 of the way through I realized I had already told it to him and asked him why he didn’t stop me.

He said “you were having so much fun telling it”. That is an extra nice person.

I felt a bit foolish but he made me feel like he just genuinely cared.

13. Because someone has to pick it up.

If they are working on something and drop small trash (bits of paper, tape) they pick it up and throw it away

12. Trusting other people not to be awful, too.

Not stealing money you find.

A lot of people in my family have found decent amounts of cash that people have misplaced and returned it. I just would feel terrible if I lost up to a paycheck in cash and someone just swiped it.

My cousin, when he was a preteen, lost his wallet in Walmart and it had the money in it to buy him a Nintendo Wii or something when they were brand new.

My uncle had basically told him too bad, so sad. And when they got home, my aunt was so livid with my uncle. She drove back to the store with my cousin and Walmart made an announcement and the wallet and all the cash was returned.

11. People who do this are jerks.

They don’t ruin your jokes.

And that’s a big one.

10. Be inclusive.

In social settings, they notice when someone is kinda left out and they find a way to include that person in the conversation or whatever fun is being had.

I remember when I went out with my older sister and her friends once when I was about 15. I was pretty shy and quiet. They were all chatting about other friends and in-jokes but one of her best friends would keep taking a few seconds to explain the background to these stories or jokes to me.

It was a small thing but it brought me into the group instead of sitting and listening to a bunch of stuff I didn’t ‘get’.

I endeavor to do the same whenever a new person is in a group with me now.

9. That’s definitely someone you want to keep on your good side.

My friend sends thank you notes to their dentist.

8. Especially if it needs to stay cold.

If they decide they don’t want to buy something, they put it back where they found it instead of just leaving on a shelf somewhere else.

7. And also makes the interruptor feel like a douche.

When in groups, someone interrupts you, and after they finish, that good person says ”X, you were saying?” showing genuine interest and compassion for getting interrupted.

6. Or in any parking lot.

When they find the credit card that slipped out of your pocket in a shady parking lot, they go out of their way to find you and return it.

5. Moments to live for.

They look engaged when you speak to them, and are patient if you’re struggling to explain something.

I’m so used to feeling like I have to “sell” my conversation points to hold anyone’s attention that someone actually asking me to expand more on my thoughts really takes me off guard.

4. Because what’s the hurry?

When you’re walking together and someone is slower, they match that person’s pace and wait if a crosswalk is ticking down until the next cycle.

It’s amazing how few people will do this, and how many will simply keep going, not noticing that someone else has fallen behind.

3. They’re comfortable with themselves.

When conflict arises, they seek peace by being introspective.

In addition, they seek to resolve the dispute directly with that person as opposed to gossiping or triangulating.

2. A bottom line.

The shopping cart is the ultimate litmus test for whether a person is capable of self-governing.

To return the shopping cart is an easy, convenient task and one which we all recognize as the correct, appropriate thing to do. To return the shopping cart is objectively right. There are no situations other than dire emergencies in which a person is not able to return their cart. Simultaneously, it is not illegal to abandon your shopping cart.

Therefore the shopping cart presents itself as the apex example of whether a person will do what is right without being forced to do it. No one will punish you for not returning the shopping cart, no one will fine you or kill you for not returning the shopping cart, you gain nothing by returning the shopping cart. You must return the shopping cart out of the goodness of your own heart. You must return the shopping cart because it is the right thing to do. Because it is correct.

A person who is unable to do this is no better than an animal, an absolute savage who can only be made to do what is right by threatening them with a law and the force that stands behind it.

The Shopping Cart is what determines whether a person is a good or bad member of society.

1. Sometimes that’s just muscle memory, but still.

They clean up the table to make it as easy as possible for a waiter/ waitress.

I’m definitely going to be keeping my eyes open from now on, just in case.

And maybe I’ll try to do a few of these acts myself. You know, just for some extra points if I need them some day.

What traits do you look for? Share those with us in the comments!

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December 15, 2020

People Share the Ways You Can Tell if Someone Is a Good Person

We all have our litmus tests for deciding whether the people in our lives are actually good people. Do they do charity work, are they good parents, loving children, the sort of neighbor who would feed your cats when you’re away?

There aren’t reliable ways, though, right? Things that work for every person in more than one scenario?

Maybe not 100%, but people say these 15 very specific things are as reliable a tip-off as any.

15. No talking behind the back.

I know my boss is a good person because he’s never said anything mean about a rude client or competitive business.

It’s always, “those guys do awesome work, that guy is just the best man”.

14. There are people who don’t do this?

They wait for you when you bend down to tie your shoes.

13. Even bugs.

How they treat animals when no one is looking.

Especially stray animals and wildlife.

12. Litterers are the worst.

They keep the trash with them until they find a dustbin.

11. That’s extra!

They pick up nails, screws or sharp objects they come across from the parking lot or road so people don’t get flat tires.

10. They pay attention.

I grew up in the Midwest and eventually moved to a bigger coastal city. I never really noticed how much friendlier people were in the Midwest until I visited after a couple years of being away.

I was walking around downtown trying to find a certain address when a random person walked up to me and asked if I needed help.

That’s when it really struck me how different the culture was where I grew up compared to where I moved.

Those types of people are the best.

9. I am so bad at this.

Someone who remembers a tiny detail about your life or something you like and brings it up in convo much later on.

8. They make room for you.

When someone noticed you were going to talk in a group but get cut off then later they say “you were about to say something, right?”

7. Those are good people skills.

When in a group of people walking, they make sure nobody gets left behind by spacing themselves between the leaders and the stragglers and keeping an eye on both.

6. Just checking in.

Sticking around and showing up when your friend is in a bad way– even if they have been in a bad way from a long time.

You don’t have to cook them food every night. But check in so they know you care about them.

After experiencing a tragedy, I realized how fair weather the majority of the people I had in my life were. It doesn’t make me angry so much as sad and disillusioned.

5. Definitely better than the opposite.

They say good things about people behind their backs.

4. This is my favorite personality trait.

They can admit when they are wrong about something without getting angry or defensive.

3. Not having to ask is heaven.

Quietly helping you with stuff without prompting/asking for help.

2. That was unexpected.

When a person can set a positive environment.

Unnecessary anecdote: Once my friends and I were playing a drinking game (kings) where you had to make up rules that are normally supposed to make people a little uncomfy.

That night, my sweet friend set a rule that you have to give a compliment before each turn… 20 people ended up crying, supporting each other, and reminding everyone of their worth.

That’s a good person, and that goes down as my favorite college memory.

1. It doesn’t have to be their thing.

Even if they don’t quite understand or relate to a topic you brought up, they ask follow up questions. Bonus points if they don’t seem particularly interested in the topic, but they still remain invested in the conversation since you’re excited to talk about it.

It always flusters me when I’ve accidentally bored someone or stalled conversation, so the fact that some try to keep it running to avoid awkward silence feels really sweet to me.

I have to say, I think I agree with most of these!

Do you have a short list of ways to tell who you’re dealing with? Share them in the comments!

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1. This is very urgent.

2. Let’s take a poll…

3. Ouch. Sick burn.

4. Sliced bread in my pool.

5. I wish there was video of this.

6. Who the hell did this?

7. You will be working on Thanksgiving.

8. You know what, I really am.

9. Thank you for chiming in.

10. What could it be?

11. I’m right there with you.

12. This is serious stuff.

10. Have your back with your parents

9. Shower you with gifts

8. Enjoy your existence

7. Build you up

6. Get you new threads

5. Be there to listen

4. Be prepared to attack

3. Indulge in your stories

2. Encourage your athleticism

1. Just be supportive

17. Way too many people, based on this thread.

16. Eh, it was just the tip.

15. Communication is key.

14. Good thing he was chill.

13. That needs to be in a movie.

12. That’ll cost you one free haircut.

11. It only takes one mistake.

10. That last one, though.

9. Hey, Hallmark…

8. They’ve hurt people.

7. Bless his heart.

6. That kid will sit still for the rest of his life.

5. They don’t get paid that much.

4. Tell your barber the truth.

3. He still cuts his own hair, though.

2. That’s a fun, if unexpected, twist.

1. Sometimes hiding is the only option.

16. It’s not either/or.

15. It’s an option, so it must be ok.

14. There’s more than one way to play.

13. Not everyone wants to rage in their spare time.

12. You’re not doing chores.

11. Preach.

10. Make your choice.

9. I mean…

8. Reality bites.

7. That’s not fun.

6. Splitting hairs.

5. Get satisfied.

4. Don’t suck the joy away.

3. We don’t all have the time.

2. But I mean…so?

1. You’re still a gamer.

17. Nope. Don’t like that.

16. Not bad, not bad.

15. That’s dedication.

14. This is not at all normal.

13. The witching hour.

12. Just say no to the Ouija board.

11. Never eat something you can’t identify.

1o. That ending!

9. Never ask for ice cream.

8. Stay away from mirrors.

7. Dog warning.

6. Kids and their summoning.

5. The real ones are the scariest.

4. Chills!

3. Never anger a lady.

2. Try not to scream.

1. Singing kids. *shudder*

17. Dudes can play too.

16. Not everyone hates it.

15. “A full body adventure” about nails it.

14. It requires a delicate balance.

13. Don’t kill the baby.

12. Breathing is nice.

11. Double the protection, but not the fun.

10. So many things to think about.

1. Singing kids. shudder