A Woman Wants to Know If She Was Wrong to Propose to Her Girlfriend at Her Homophobic Sister’s Baby Shower

A proposal is supposed to be a personal moment between two lovers. It’s about their future together and it’s not really about anyone else, but in recent years, the grand gesture has eclipsed the quiet one asking for somebody’s hand in marriage.

This woman decided to ask her girlfriend to spend the rest of her life together at her sister’s baby shower.

Her sister who she knew doesn’t really approve of her lesbian relationship.

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Even though no one disagreed that her sister and family are sh*tty for not supporting her sexuality and her long-term relationship, everyone was also pretty much in agreement that someone else’s celebration is not the time to hog the spotlight.

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Others pointed out that her now-fiancee also has reasons to be upset, seeing as her girlfriend used their special moment to get in a dig at her family.

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While others pointed out that proposing in front of a crowd is a good way to pressure the other person into saying yes, and if it had happened to them, they would be having a serious chat with OP (original poster).

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And we can all agree that rubbing something in your family’s face is not a good reason to propose at all.

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And we’re all cringing just so hard, and we weren’t even there.

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I’ve gotta agree with everyone on Reddit on this one – she’s definitely TA (The A**hole), and I’d hope her partner asks for some serious discussions before wedding plans proceed.

Where do you come down? Share your thoughts with us in the comments!

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People Talk About the Creepiest Thing That’s Happened To ThemAfter Midnight

My grandfather used to say two things: you can get twice as much done before noon as after, and nothing good ever happens past ten p.m.

The older I get, the more certain I am that he was right – and these 17 people, who have had some pretty creepy experiences, might agree with him, too.

17. Everyone has this first sleepover experience maybe.

When I was around 12 we had one of our first sleepovers where we dared to watch a pretty scary movie. I believe it was the “sixth sense” or something. We had one of those radio-controlled clocks that would start to adjust every night.

During the scene where the boy starts crying all of the sudden the clock starts to go nuts. Thats when we changed to Toy Story. But boy, I still remember that vividly.

16. I think I would have crapped my pants.

It was just after midnight one Friday night/Saturday morning and my wife and I were talking downstairs just about ready to turn in when the landline phone started ringing. My first thought was ‘oh god, something bad has happened for somebody to be calling at this time’.

I picked up the phone and saw on the display that it was showing my wife’s cell/mobile number. I turned to her and asked where her phone was thinking that she’d left it somewhere and somebody had found it and was calling us using it to say they’d found it (hadn’t quite thought in that second that they would need to unlock it). She said it was upstairs. A gave her a sought of withering Sheldon look and answered the phone.

I said hello but nobody answered so handed the phone to my wife and went upstairs looking for the phone. It was resting face down on the side of the bed. When I picked it up it was all lit up and showing that it was calling our landline!

So how did a smartphone unlock itself (with the correct security code), navigate to contacts, find our home number and call it on it’s own?

15. Probably just animals getting it on.

So, the other night I was watching tv with my cat around 2am, and I hear a sound that sounds like a woman being murdered. I’m looking around the house and stick my head out the door and can faintly hear it coming from a park/lake near my house. I was freaking out, but wanted to look on google and see if maybe it was an animal sound.

14. Definitely a ghost.

I studied in my research lab as an undergrad and sometimes very late at night (especially during finals week)

The research building itself was older and not renovated: more dimly lit, wooden surfaces and cabinets, dust, empty rooms from labs that moved out etc,l. We knew there was a mice/rat problem because there would be these weird scratching sounds or movement in the vents when it was quiet enough

Anyways, it must have been 3-4ish AM, I was the only one in the research building and inside the individual lab rooms when I was studying and suddenly some closed, packaged plastic (culture) flasks fell onto the ground from the shelves. It made a huge ass noise and it scared the shit out of me. I just logically attributed it to the rodents to try and focus on the final coming up. There was a weird uneasy feeling in the back of my mind, like something was wrong and I felt like I was alone in the back of a dark movie theater watching things from afar

I became paranoid because it was perfectly flat and not on the edge of the shelf. So I set them flat on the center of the table and looked around, went back to studying etc

Couple of moments later, the same exact noise happened. I for sure now figured it was the fucking mice near the original shelf but when I went into the attached research lab, it was the same exact flasks I purposely put on the middle of the table. I was so freaked out that I didn’t put the culture flasks back up and when I was getting my study materials, I couldn’t move as fast as I wanted to because I was so damn terrified.

Anyways I ended up trying to casually sprint to the 24 hour on campus library that night and the rest of finals week

13. This is so much nope.

Well the other night I was reading creepypastas on my phone and the front door handle started jiggling and the porch light came and i heard someone say shit and ran.

12. Or just a really intense cat lover.

More funny than creepy, but definitely odd. I was sitting on my apartment balcony about 2:30 AM last week, and one of my cats was chilling with me at the other end on the balcony railing. We’re on the 2nd floor, across from a very dark park, and the cats love sitting to watch the world go by.

Anyway, I’m sitting browsing Reddit and having a dart when I hear some little voice go “Mew!” At first, I thought it was the cat – but then I hear it again, this little “Mew! Mew mew! Psst!” and notice my cat is staring intently down at the road.

I lean forward to look down through my balcony slats, and some woman has stopped her car in the middle of the street, leaned out the window, and is meowing up at my cat on the railing.

I didn’t want to stand up and startle her so I just waited, and she sat there for five minutes mewing and trying to get his attention before speeding off. Very strange. Assume drugs were involved.

11. Put the ol’ ticker to the test.

It was around 5am when I watched a Video and the Knock Knock sound was playing in the back(its was really looud). I had my headphones on (on PC) and my window open (I live in the first floor). At first i thought my dad knocked on my door and was about to catch me at 5am at my PC, then the sound came from the other side and I thought some drunk people were trying to break into my room.

That was probably the scariest thing.

My pulse went nuts at that moment.

10. I would not have been able to sleep that night.

I was just chilling, lying in bed. The house is utterly silent. And then I hear a sharp, meaningful bang, as if someone just took their stick and tapped it on the ground. Not with incredible force, but enough to be heard. I froze up, but wrote it off. It sounded like it was coming from way downstairs, houses make noises, whatever.

Then I hear it again, this time closer in the kitchen. It sounded to me like a blind person tapping around, but only ever one tap. It happened a few times, sounding like it came from random rooms.

Then, tap. Directly outside my door. I was in high alert at this point, and my stairs up creak like a mother fucker. But I didn’t hear anyone come up. Just that tap. I nearly shit myself.

First and last time that’s happened.

9. It’s like he’s the neighborhood superhero.

I’m typically up to 0200 or 0300. My dog and my routine is to lap the neighborhood sometime between those hours so she can have a pee break.

I’ve seen teenagers making out.

Lovers sneaking out of neighbors houses when the other partner is away.

Drunk drivers hitting all sorts of things. Telephone poles seem to be a favorite.

Bears.

Drunks walking home from their night out. Who are awesome people be that type of person!

And the weirdest thing was coming around the corner and hearing a smoke detector going off. Narrowed it down to a house didn’t see anyone but smelled some smoke. I banged on the door no one answered. Called the fire department. They rolled in with one truck agreed smoke from that house. Banged on the door. No answer. Knocked down the door found the oven on smoking away and no one in the house. Turned out they left in a hurry forgot they had bread in the oven. Bought me a nice bottle of Scotch and the dog a new collar/some toys.

8. I might never put my back to a window again.

I’m a 911 dispatcher for a particularly rural area, and it’s not unusual to have a night with no real calls, and I work by myself. The room I sit in is relatively small with glass windows all around the front of it allowing me to speak to anyone who may come into the front doors. Most nights I’ll make myself a couch out of two office chairs so I can sit with my legs stretched, which causes me to be unable to see out those windows.

One night I hadn’t had a single call in the first half of the shift, but right around 2:30 a random call came in that I just told the guy the phone number he needed and shrugged it off. Something in me couldn’t seem to settle back down comfortably in my spot, so I instinctively checked behind me out those windows and nearly shit myself when I saw a man with a medical face mask on standing as close to our outside door as possible… Just looking inside… I gasped and stared at him a solid minute before coming to my senses. I picked up the phone and waved it at him, because there’s a massive sign outside that says dial 911 for assistance. He just looked at me funny, and then turned to leave. I waved and held up a hand to tell him to wait and called one of the medics that stays in the building and asked him to go and see. Turns out the guy was super high on who knows what, but absolutely convinced he had covid-19, his temp was completely normal.

I stay pretty on edge now and check behind me A LOT more often now.

7. That awkward moment when no one speaks.

I live in a second floor apartment. My bedroom is actually supposed to be the living room and my bed is against the wall opposite the front door. Usually I keep the door locked but this particular night, about two weeks ago, I forgot to lock up after a friend left. Anyway, I’m in bed reading a news article at around 2 in the morning and I hear my doorknob turning and some guy I’ve never seen before opens the door and sees me there looking at him.

He just stands there for a couple of seconds looking just as surprised as I was when I finally loudly and assertively, to the best of my ability anyway, ask “Can I fucking help you?” The guy says “Shit, sorry. I didn’t know anyone was home.” As if that makes any difference. He just closes the door and I hear him walking down the stairs and the front door open and close. I look out the window and he’s just walking down the street like nothing happened.

6. Welp there goes that friend.

Was making some noodles at 3 in the morning when the house phone rang. I let it go to the machine and it was actually a text from a friend. The text read “I can see you lol” but when the text to voice read it out in its robotic voice over the message machine it went “I CAN..SEE.EE YOU..HAHAHAHAHAHA!” in a witchy tone. Fucked up my whole operation.

5. This is stinking TERRIFYING.

I was about 12 years old and was spending the night at my friend’s house. The two of us and her younger brother were all sleeping in the game room and I couldn’t fall asleep because my friend wouldn’t stop snoring. So I grabbed my blanket and pillow and went to the living room at the front of the house to sleep on the couch. I’m dozing off when all of a sudden the front window is fully illuminated by the headlights of a car.

Now, her house is set far back from the road, so the only way this could happen is if someone purposefully drove up the driveway, and I knew that both of her parents were at home and in bed. Then I hear the crunch of footsteps on the gravel outside and people whispering. By this point I’m fully alert. I go with my instinct and run into the game room to wake up my friend and her brother, and then we run to her parents’ bedroom to tell them what’s happening. Her mom starts running through the house turning on all of the lights and then we hear the screech of tires peeling out of the driveway.

The scariest part is that the next morning, when I go to use their phone to call my mom to come get me, there’s no dial tone. The burglars had cut the line. (This was the ’90s, and cell phones weren’t common yet.) I later find out that this isn’t the first time that they had almost been burgalized. A few months before something similar had happened. Needless to say, I never spent the night at my friend’s house again.

4. Let’s go ahead and blame the video games.

I used to play videogames in my basement when I was younger, with the lights off of course.

Well I started hallucinating things because of a lack of sleep and staring at the tv all day long, crazy stuff. Anyways, the handle of old wooden door we had in the far back of the basement started to rattle and shake on its own, and then slowly opened and made that creepy creaking sound. It was completely pitch black in there. I then saw a long black arm with thin, foggy fingers start to slowly reach out and climb along the wall, and then I saw two eyes peep put from behind the door. I immediately forgot about whatever game I was playing and ran as fast as I could up the stairs and locked the door, that thing scared the hell out of me.

Learned my lesson not to play video games for too long, especially late in the night in a creepy basement.

3. Everyone loves messing with the younger kids.

Here in south Texas theres an urban legend of a thing called La Lechusa. It’s supposedly a witch that transforms into an owl with the head of an ugly old lady.

We’ll never knew about this until I spent the night at my cousins. We were up around 2 in the morning watching tv and the tv turned off. My cousin and I yelled at his older brother wondering why he turned the tv off. He said “Y’all don’t hear that!?” We listened but didn’t hear anything. He says “Listen! Y’all don’t hear that whistling!”

We listened very quietly and heard whistling coming from the backyard. It was a long whistle. Then another, then another over and over. We asked what that was and he told us it was La Lechusa. He explained what it was and that it comes for kids who are up throughout the night. I was laying on the floor next to their bunk bed. But in front of me was a window that faced the backyard. I held my head down in fear that I would look up and see her. He said “Just stay quiet. I’ll turn the tv back on when she goes away.” We lie there and eventually fell asleep.

I woke up minutes later and woke them up because fuck that lol. It’s a tale Ive heard from others since then. Could’ve been something else but as a kid, it’s scared the shit out of me.

2. Maybe a possum? On stilts?

I usually have a rule that i don’t leave my room for whatever reason after 3 am because one night when i was getting water from the fridge i had felt eyes directly on me, giving me goosebumps and making my heart beat faster.

I turned to look towards my front door that has glass panes on either side of it only to see two white orbs staring back at me.

I have felt so much fear in my life.

1. I need a rational explanation immediately.

I’m an ICU nurse.

One night I was looking after a ventilated patient who was brain dead. We were waiting on family to arrive the next day so we could extubate the patient and let them pass. I was waiting for the 3am cares round when I looked at the clock – it was turning backward rapidly.

Freaked me out completely. For the rest of the night I stayed close to the door and within sight of the exit.

Guys I love creepy stories but some of these would have really gotten to me!

Do you have a scary post-midnight tale to tell? We’d love to hear it in the comments!

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People Talk About the Creepiest Thing That’s Happened To ThemAfter Midnight

My grandfather used to say two things: you can get twice as much done before noon as after, and nothing good ever happens past ten p.m.

The older I get, the more certain I am that he was right – and these 17 people, who have had some pretty creepy experiences, might agree with him, too.

17. Everyone has this first sleepover experience maybe.

When I was around 12 we had one of our first sleepovers where we dared to watch a pretty scary movie. I believe it was the “sixth sense” or something. We had one of those radio-controlled clocks that would start to adjust every night.

During the scene where the boy starts crying all of the sudden the clock starts to go nuts. Thats when we changed to Toy Story. But boy, I still remember that vividly.

16. I think I would have crapped my pants.

It was just after midnight one Friday night/Saturday morning and my wife and I were talking downstairs just about ready to turn in when the landline phone started ringing. My first thought was ‘oh god, something bad has happened for somebody to be calling at this time’.

I picked up the phone and saw on the display that it was showing my wife’s cell/mobile number. I turned to her and asked where her phone was thinking that she’d left it somewhere and somebody had found it and was calling us using it to say they’d found it (hadn’t quite thought in that second that they would need to unlock it). She said it was upstairs. A gave her a sought of withering Sheldon look and answered the phone.

I said hello but nobody answered so handed the phone to my wife and went upstairs looking for the phone. It was resting face down on the side of the bed. When I picked it up it was all lit up and showing that it was calling our landline!

So how did a smartphone unlock itself (with the correct security code), navigate to contacts, find our home number and call it on it’s own?

15. Probably just animals getting it on.

So, the other night I was watching tv with my cat around 2am, and I hear a sound that sounds like a woman being murdered. I’m looking around the house and stick my head out the door and can faintly hear it coming from a park/lake near my house. I was freaking out, but wanted to look on google and see if maybe it was an animal sound.

14. Definitely a ghost.

I studied in my research lab as an undergrad and sometimes very late at night (especially during finals week)

The research building itself was older and not renovated: more dimly lit, wooden surfaces and cabinets, dust, empty rooms from labs that moved out etc,l. We knew there was a mice/rat problem because there would be these weird scratching sounds or movement in the vents when it was quiet enough

Anyways, it must have been 3-4ish AM, I was the only one in the research building and inside the individual lab rooms when I was studying and suddenly some closed, packaged plastic (culture) flasks fell onto the ground from the shelves. It made a huge ass noise and it scared the shit out of me. I just logically attributed it to the rodents to try and focus on the final coming up. There was a weird uneasy feeling in the back of my mind, like something was wrong and I felt like I was alone in the back of a dark movie theater watching things from afar

I became paranoid because it was perfectly flat and not on the edge of the shelf. So I set them flat on the center of the table and looked around, went back to studying etc

Couple of moments later, the same exact noise happened. I for sure now figured it was the fucking mice near the original shelf but when I went into the attached research lab, it was the same exact flasks I purposely put on the middle of the table. I was so freaked out that I didn’t put the culture flasks back up and when I was getting my study materials, I couldn’t move as fast as I wanted to because I was so damn terrified.

Anyways I ended up trying to casually sprint to the 24 hour on campus library that night and the rest of finals week

13. This is so much nope.

Well the other night I was reading creepypastas on my phone and the front door handle started jiggling and the porch light came and i heard someone say shit and ran.

12. Or just a really intense cat lover.

More funny than creepy, but definitely odd. I was sitting on my apartment balcony about 2:30 AM last week, and one of my cats was chilling with me at the other end on the balcony railing. We’re on the 2nd floor, across from a very dark park, and the cats love sitting to watch the world go by.

Anyway, I’m sitting browsing Reddit and having a dart when I hear some little voice go “Mew!” At first, I thought it was the cat – but then I hear it again, this little “Mew! Mew mew! Psst!” and notice my cat is staring intently down at the road.

I lean forward to look down through my balcony slats, and some woman has stopped her car in the middle of the street, leaned out the window, and is meowing up at my cat on the railing.

I didn’t want to stand up and startle her so I just waited, and she sat there for five minutes mewing and trying to get his attention before speeding off. Very strange. Assume drugs were involved.

11. Put the ol’ ticker to the test.

It was around 5am when I watched a Video and the Knock Knock sound was playing in the back(its was really looud). I had my headphones on (on PC) and my window open (I live in the first floor). At first i thought my dad knocked on my door and was about to catch me at 5am at my PC, then the sound came from the other side and I thought some drunk people were trying to break into my room.

That was probably the scariest thing.

My pulse went nuts at that moment.

10. I would not have been able to sleep that night.

I was just chilling, lying in bed. The house is utterly silent. And then I hear a sharp, meaningful bang, as if someone just took their stick and tapped it on the ground. Not with incredible force, but enough to be heard. I froze up, but wrote it off. It sounded like it was coming from way downstairs, houses make noises, whatever.

Then I hear it again, this time closer in the kitchen. It sounded to me like a blind person tapping around, but only ever one tap. It happened a few times, sounding like it came from random rooms.

Then, tap. Directly outside my door. I was in high alert at this point, and my stairs up creak like a mother fucker. But I didn’t hear anyone come up. Just that tap. I nearly shit myself.

First and last time that’s happened.

9. It’s like he’s the neighborhood superhero.

I’m typically up to 0200 or 0300. My dog and my routine is to lap the neighborhood sometime between those hours so she can have a pee break.

I’ve seen teenagers making out.

Lovers sneaking out of neighbors houses when the other partner is away.

Drunk drivers hitting all sorts of things. Telephone poles seem to be a favorite.

Bears.

Drunks walking home from their night out. Who are awesome people be that type of person!

And the weirdest thing was coming around the corner and hearing a smoke detector going off. Narrowed it down to a house didn’t see anyone but smelled some smoke. I banged on the door no one answered. Called the fire department. They rolled in with one truck agreed smoke from that house. Banged on the door. No answer. Knocked down the door found the oven on smoking away and no one in the house. Turned out they left in a hurry forgot they had bread in the oven. Bought me a nice bottle of Scotch and the dog a new collar/some toys.

8. I might never put my back to a window again.

I’m a 911 dispatcher for a particularly rural area, and it’s not unusual to have a night with no real calls, and I work by myself. The room I sit in is relatively small with glass windows all around the front of it allowing me to speak to anyone who may come into the front doors. Most nights I’ll make myself a couch out of two office chairs so I can sit with my legs stretched, which causes me to be unable to see out those windows.

One night I hadn’t had a single call in the first half of the shift, but right around 2:30 a random call came in that I just told the guy the phone number he needed and shrugged it off. Something in me couldn’t seem to settle back down comfortably in my spot, so I instinctively checked behind me out those windows and nearly shit myself when I saw a man with a medical face mask on standing as close to our outside door as possible… Just looking inside… I gasped and stared at him a solid minute before coming to my senses. I picked up the phone and waved it at him, because there’s a massive sign outside that says dial 911 for assistance. He just looked at me funny, and then turned to leave. I waved and held up a hand to tell him to wait and called one of the medics that stays in the building and asked him to go and see. Turns out the guy was super high on who knows what, but absolutely convinced he had covid-19, his temp was completely normal.

I stay pretty on edge now and check behind me A LOT more often now.

7. That awkward moment when no one speaks.

I live in a second floor apartment. My bedroom is actually supposed to be the living room and my bed is against the wall opposite the front door. Usually I keep the door locked but this particular night, about two weeks ago, I forgot to lock up after a friend left. Anyway, I’m in bed reading a news article at around 2 in the morning and I hear my doorknob turning and some guy I’ve never seen before opens the door and sees me there looking at him.

He just stands there for a couple of seconds looking just as surprised as I was when I finally loudly and assertively, to the best of my ability anyway, ask “Can I fucking help you?” The guy says “Shit, sorry. I didn’t know anyone was home.” As if that makes any difference. He just closes the door and I hear him walking down the stairs and the front door open and close. I look out the window and he’s just walking down the street like nothing happened.

6. Welp there goes that friend.

Was making some noodles at 3 in the morning when the house phone rang. I let it go to the machine and it was actually a text from a friend. The text read “I can see you lol” but when the text to voice read it out in its robotic voice over the message machine it went “I CAN..SEE.EE YOU..HAHAHAHAHAHA!” in a witchy tone. Fucked up my whole operation.

5. This is stinking TERRIFYING.

I was about 12 years old and was spending the night at my friend’s house. The two of us and her younger brother were all sleeping in the game room and I couldn’t fall asleep because my friend wouldn’t stop snoring. So I grabbed my blanket and pillow and went to the living room at the front of the house to sleep on the couch. I’m dozing off when all of a sudden the front window is fully illuminated by the headlights of a car.

Now, her house is set far back from the road, so the only way this could happen is if someone purposefully drove up the driveway, and I knew that both of her parents were at home and in bed. Then I hear the crunch of footsteps on the gravel outside and people whispering. By this point I’m fully alert. I go with my instinct and run into the game room to wake up my friend and her brother, and then we run to her parents’ bedroom to tell them what’s happening. Her mom starts running through the house turning on all of the lights and then we hear the screech of tires peeling out of the driveway.

The scariest part is that the next morning, when I go to use their phone to call my mom to come get me, there’s no dial tone. The burglars had cut the line. (This was the ’90s, and cell phones weren’t common yet.) I later find out that this isn’t the first time that they had almost been burgalized. A few months before something similar had happened. Needless to say, I never spent the night at my friend’s house again.

4. Let’s go ahead and blame the video games.

I used to play videogames in my basement when I was younger, with the lights off of course.

Well I started hallucinating things because of a lack of sleep and staring at the tv all day long, crazy stuff. Anyways, the handle of old wooden door we had in the far back of the basement started to rattle and shake on its own, and then slowly opened and made that creepy creaking sound. It was completely pitch black in there. I then saw a long black arm with thin, foggy fingers start to slowly reach out and climb along the wall, and then I saw two eyes peep put from behind the door. I immediately forgot about whatever game I was playing and ran as fast as I could up the stairs and locked the door, that thing scared the hell out of me.

Learned my lesson not to play video games for too long, especially late in the night in a creepy basement.

3. Everyone loves messing with the younger kids.

Here in south Texas theres an urban legend of a thing called La Lechusa. It’s supposedly a witch that transforms into an owl with the head of an ugly old lady.

We’ll never knew about this until I spent the night at my cousins. We were up around 2 in the morning watching tv and the tv turned off. My cousin and I yelled at his older brother wondering why he turned the tv off. He said “Y’all don’t hear that!?” We listened but didn’t hear anything. He says “Listen! Y’all don’t hear that whistling!”

We listened very quietly and heard whistling coming from the backyard. It was a long whistle. Then another, then another over and over. We asked what that was and he told us it was La Lechusa. He explained what it was and that it comes for kids who are up throughout the night. I was laying on the floor next to their bunk bed. But in front of me was a window that faced the backyard. I held my head down in fear that I would look up and see her. He said “Just stay quiet. I’ll turn the tv back on when she goes away.” We lie there and eventually fell asleep.

I woke up minutes later and woke them up because fuck that lol. It’s a tale Ive heard from others since then. Could’ve been something else but as a kid, it’s scared the shit out of me.

2. Maybe a possum? On stilts?

I usually have a rule that i don’t leave my room for whatever reason after 3 am because one night when i was getting water from the fridge i had felt eyes directly on me, giving me goosebumps and making my heart beat faster.

I turned to look towards my front door that has glass panes on either side of it only to see two white orbs staring back at me.

I have felt so much fear in my life.

1. I need a rational explanation immediately.

I’m an ICU nurse.

One night I was looking after a ventilated patient who was brain dead. We were waiting on family to arrive the next day so we could extubate the patient and let them pass. I was waiting for the 3am cares round when I looked at the clock – it was turning backward rapidly.

Freaked me out completely. For the rest of the night I stayed close to the door and within sight of the exit.

Guys I love creepy stories but some of these would have really gotten to me!

Do you have a scary post-midnight tale to tell? We’d love to hear it in the comments!

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Here’s the Science Behind Why Canadians Drink Milk in Bags

Canadians have a much different way of consuming a classic component of American cuisine.

Take a walk down a Canadian grocery store and you may wonder what’s inside that gigantic bag that weighs nearly 10 pounds. Could it be rice? Or how about flour?

Nope, that would be milk. Inside the bag are actually three bladders of milk. Most people place the bladder inside a pitcher, snip a corner and pour for consumption.

So what’s the reason behind the prevalence of milk in bags in Quebec and other parts of Canada?

As usual, the difference can be explained by science.

Photo Credit: Pixabay

During a period where glass bottles often broke and resulted in wasted product, Canadians resorted to a different solution thanks to their use of the metric system.

Because liquids had to be sold in liters, manufacturing plants would have needed to make radical adjustments to meet the new requirements.

However, bags did not require such an extensive overhaul.

Plus, they produced less packaging waste.

By the late 1970s, four-liter packages of milk became the standard in Ontario, and customers continued to pick up on the trend.

Photo Credit: Pixabay

In fact, milk served in bags has started to make its way to other parts of the world. You can now find bagged milk in South Africa, Hungary, and China.

Even a school in Nebraska started serving kids milk packaged in Capri Sun-esque pouches.

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No matter how you consume your milk, it’s best to keep it fresh. So whether you’re a bottle loyalist or you’ve broken the mold and gone with the bag method, at least you’re following mom’s orders to keep those bones strong and healthy.

Have you ever drank milk from a bag or pouch before? Would you try it out even if you drank bottled or cartoned milk your whole life?

Weigh-in in the comments below!

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Here’s the Science Behind Why Canadians Drink Milk in Bags

Canadians have a much different way of consuming a classic component of American cuisine.

Take a walk down a Canadian grocery store and you may wonder what’s inside that gigantic bag that weighs nearly 10 pounds. Could it be rice? Or how about flour?

Nope, that would be milk. Inside the bag are actually three bladders of milk. Most people place the bladder inside a pitcher, snip a corner and pour for consumption.

So what’s the reason behind the prevalence of milk in bags in Quebec and other parts of Canada?

As usual, the difference can be explained by science.

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During a period where glass bottles often broke and resulted in wasted product, Canadians resorted to a different solution thanks to their use of the metric system.

Because liquids had to be sold in liters, manufacturing plants would have needed to make radical adjustments to meet the new requirements.

However, bags did not require such an extensive overhaul.

Plus, they produced less packaging waste.

By the late 1970s, four-liter packages of milk became the standard in Ontario, and customers continued to pick up on the trend.

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In fact, milk served in bags has started to make its way to other parts of the world. You can now find bagged milk in South Africa, Hungary, and China.

Even a school in Nebraska started serving kids milk packaged in Capri Sun-esque pouches.

Photo Credit: Pixabay

No matter how you consume your milk, it’s best to keep it fresh. So whether you’re a bottle loyalist or you’ve broken the mold and gone with the bag method, at least you’re following mom’s orders to keep those bones strong and healthy.

Have you ever drank milk from a bag or pouch before? Would you try it out even if you drank bottled or cartoned milk your whole life?

Weigh-in in the comments below!

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Small Decisions That Changed Someone’s Life Forever

You never know how your life will turn out. Whether your decision to go out with friends on a Friday night will be something you forget or something that alters the course of your life, for better or for worse.

If you want to believe in fate, or something like it, these 11 accounts of how lives were changed by the smallest of choices will surely give you some food for thought.

11. How bad does the foster system have to be that a kid would rather be beaten at home?

I lied to CPS when I was 13, I finished growing up with my dad instead of being taken away. I knew what I was doing and looking back I wouldn’t change it. I’ve met some wonderful people and I don’t think I would’ve met them if I had told the truth that day

10. We all choose wrong sometimes when we’re young.

There was an incident where a good friend of mine got kicked out of where we were living. The owner called me and told me the whole thing and said I was welcome to stay because I had not created any of the problems. My friend came to tell me about it and told me “we have to move out”. I told her I was told something different and she snapped at me that I couldn’t stay there if she wasn’t there. I was too much of a coward to stand up to her and deal with the consequences of losing that friendship. So I left that house and struggled for years. School would have been easier, I could have saved, gotten a car. That was such a defining moment and I’m so sorry I chose wrong. I was 18.

9. Oh, AOL. How we miss you.

I met a guy online on AOL in 1994. Fell in love. Moved 2300 miles away from home to be with him. Could have been a disaster. But 26 years later, we are happily married and are still very much in love. Best decision I’ve ever made!

8. Who would have thought a math textbook could do good?

When I moved and switched middle schools wayyy back I threw out all my stuff except for my math textbook. When I went to my new school the math class I was in was a little bit behind from where I was and I told them but they didn’t believe me. But then I showed my old math textbook to show that I was way ahead of that class. Two of my classes were changed, and in both of my new classes we’re a bunch of friends I made. If i threw away that math textbook I wouldn’t have any good friends right now.

7. Betrayal by pizza. Nooooo!

Ordered a pizza from Dominos. Wound up with the worst case of food poisoning I’ve ever had, I was essentially bedridden for 3 months and I’ve since developed severe post-infectious IBS that I’ve been struggling with for the past 3 years. I’m basically not functional probably 50% of the time, it’s essentially destroyed my quality of life, and I’m terrified that I may never have a normal life again. It’s taken everything I enjoyed or was passionate about away from me.

Fuck killing Hitler. If I had a time machine, I’d go back in time and stop myself from eating that fucking pizza.

6. He’s some kind of guardian angel!

When I was 27 i missed my usual train to work and had to wait another 30 minutes. So I got to talking to a random guy who turned out to be a doctor, he noticed dark patch under my nail and recommended i go get it checked out. It urned out to be subungual melanoma (Skin Cancer). I thought it was a bruise and probably wouldn’t of went the doctors over it. I never saw him again.

5. I imagine enlisting in the military changes most people.

I enlisted in the US Army in 1966.

I was on a college-prep track in high school, honors and AP classes, took all the PSATs and SATs. I had been admitted to a couple of universities. I was on-track for Law School and a legal career.

I was kind of sick of it. So I broke out. I had no idea what I had just put myself in for. Did NOT come out of that maelstrom as the same person I was when I went in.

I’ve written a few meditations on that adventure on reddit.

4. Usually people have a good feeling that doesn’t work out.

I moved in with my then boyfriend after only knowing him for three months. I had a bad feeling about it like we’d crash and burn.

That was in 2001. We’re still together and married now.

3. Every high school kid should read this!

Going to trade school.

For some background, I am a young woman. After being moved out for several years and accumulating some meager savings, it was time to begin looking at post-secondary options.

The course that piqued my interest was in a separate province, but my parents offered to both pay for my tuition and let me move back home if I chose a course closer to home.

This was a trap.

After selecting a course with transferable skills to the course I had planned to take (welding and machining), my father drove me to the office at the school to pay for the course. In front of the entire office staff, he laughed in my face, telling me he was never planning to pay for anything except a music degree.

Horrified, I decided then and there to use my line of credit and savings to pay for the course. Unfortunately, my father took the opportunity to max out my line of credit and bank account to leave me with no additional funds after paying for the school. Now, I could not just move out again.

The year that followed was grueling and harsh, my sister committed suicide and I contracted mono as an adult. In the process, I booted my father from my account and moved back out, having to expand the line of credit in the process.

I finished the course with the program excellence award, as the only woman present, and 5 years later I have successfully passed my Red Seal exam as a millwright.

My debts are paid, my job is incredible, and I moved cities. Life has never been better, despite the rough path that it took to arrive here.

2. They hide a disturbing number of veteran services pretty well.

Freshman year I asked some kid in the college dorms cafeteria if we could sit as his table because all the others are full.

Start small talking and he mentions his tuition is free because his dad is military. I’m like wait… my dad is military and I’m paying?

He says that it’s because his dad is now disabled. Well it turns out some of my dads ailments from military service qualify him as disabled and guess who got free college after that. And my sister too.

They hide the website pretty well and they DEFINITELY don’t tell vets about the program for their dependents so my family never would have known if I hadn’t sat down with some random guy. Thanks guy!

1. This just gave me chills.

Wanted to see the Eiffel tower.

Me and my girlfriend at the time were traveling from New Zealand to my family back home in Sweden. We both decided to spend a bit more money to fly back through Paris instead of Amsterdam, just because we wanted to see the tower. It cost us maybe an extra $50 and we got to see it on the landing and then take off, but never actually set foot in Paris proper because we were poor students.

When we landed in Auckland, New Zealand, jetlagged to shit, we turn on our phones and notice that we have about 50 missed calls from our travel agent, which was odd. When we call her, she sounds super relieved and out of breath. She tells us the flight she originally suggested to us, the one from Amsterdam to Kuala Lumpur, was shot down over Ukraine. My brain couldn’t process that information at the time, but once I woke up the next day it hit me like a ton of bricks. $50 made the difference between seeing the big steel thingy that has so many photos of it and bring sent to Sweden in body bags piece by piece.

Sometimes the absurdity of my existence comes over me, and this story always gives me goosebumps. One hell of a story to tell over beers, though.

You can’t think about stuff like this every day, other wise each decision you make would become agonizing, right?

Do you have a story like this? Tell us what small choice you made changed everything!

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Small Decisions That Changed Someone’s Life Forever

You never know how your life will turn out. Whether your decision to go out with friends on a Friday night will be something you forget or something that alters the course of your life, for better or for worse.

If you want to believe in fate, or something like it, these 11 accounts of how lives were changed by the smallest of choices will surely give you some food for thought.

11. How bad does the foster system have to be that a kid would rather be beaten at home?

I lied to CPS when I was 13, I finished growing up with my dad instead of being taken away. I knew what I was doing and looking back I wouldn’t change it. I’ve met some wonderful people and I don’t think I would’ve met them if I had told the truth that day

10. We all choose wrong sometimes when we’re young.

There was an incident where a good friend of mine got kicked out of where we were living. The owner called me and told me the whole thing and said I was welcome to stay because I had not created any of the problems. My friend came to tell me about it and told me “we have to move out”. I told her I was told something different and she snapped at me that I couldn’t stay there if she wasn’t there. I was too much of a coward to stand up to her and deal with the consequences of losing that friendship. So I left that house and struggled for years. School would have been easier, I could have saved, gotten a car. That was such a defining moment and I’m so sorry I chose wrong. I was 18.

9. Oh, AOL. How we miss you.

I met a guy online on AOL in 1994. Fell in love. Moved 2300 miles away from home to be with him. Could have been a disaster. But 26 years later, we are happily married and are still very much in love. Best decision I’ve ever made!

8. Who would have thought a math textbook could do good?

When I moved and switched middle schools wayyy back I threw out all my stuff except for my math textbook. When I went to my new school the math class I was in was a little bit behind from where I was and I told them but they didn’t believe me. But then I showed my old math textbook to show that I was way ahead of that class. Two of my classes were changed, and in both of my new classes we’re a bunch of friends I made. If i threw away that math textbook I wouldn’t have any good friends right now.

7. Betrayal by pizza. Nooooo!

Ordered a pizza from Dominos. Wound up with the worst case of food poisoning I’ve ever had, I was essentially bedridden for 3 months and I’ve since developed severe post-infectious IBS that I’ve been struggling with for the past 3 years. I’m basically not functional probably 50% of the time, it’s essentially destroyed my quality of life, and I’m terrified that I may never have a normal life again. It’s taken everything I enjoyed or was passionate about away from me.

Fuck killing Hitler. If I had a time machine, I’d go back in time and stop myself from eating that fucking pizza.

6. He’s some kind of guardian angel!

When I was 27 i missed my usual train to work and had to wait another 30 minutes. So I got to talking to a random guy who turned out to be a doctor, he noticed dark patch under my nail and recommended i go get it checked out. It urned out to be subungual melanoma (Skin Cancer). I thought it was a bruise and probably wouldn’t of went the doctors over it. I never saw him again.

5. I imagine enlisting in the military changes most people.

I enlisted in the US Army in 1966.

I was on a college-prep track in high school, honors and AP classes, took all the PSATs and SATs. I had been admitted to a couple of universities. I was on-track for Law School and a legal career.

I was kind of sick of it. So I broke out. I had no idea what I had just put myself in for. Did NOT come out of that maelstrom as the same person I was when I went in.

I’ve written a few meditations on that adventure on reddit.

4. Usually people have a good feeling that doesn’t work out.

I moved in with my then boyfriend after only knowing him for three months. I had a bad feeling about it like we’d crash and burn.

That was in 2001. We’re still together and married now.

3. Every high school kid should read this!

Going to trade school.

For some background, I am a young woman. After being moved out for several years and accumulating some meager savings, it was time to begin looking at post-secondary options.

The course that piqued my interest was in a separate province, but my parents offered to both pay for my tuition and let me move back home if I chose a course closer to home.

This was a trap.

After selecting a course with transferable skills to the course I had planned to take (welding and machining), my father drove me to the office at the school to pay for the course. In front of the entire office staff, he laughed in my face, telling me he was never planning to pay for anything except a music degree.

Horrified, I decided then and there to use my line of credit and savings to pay for the course. Unfortunately, my father took the opportunity to max out my line of credit and bank account to leave me with no additional funds after paying for the school. Now, I could not just move out again.

The year that followed was grueling and harsh, my sister committed suicide and I contracted mono as an adult. In the process, I booted my father from my account and moved back out, having to expand the line of credit in the process.

I finished the course with the program excellence award, as the only woman present, and 5 years later I have successfully passed my Red Seal exam as a millwright.

My debts are paid, my job is incredible, and I moved cities. Life has never been better, despite the rough path that it took to arrive here.

2. They hide a disturbing number of veteran services pretty well.

Freshman year I asked some kid in the college dorms cafeteria if we could sit as his table because all the others are full.

Start small talking and he mentions his tuition is free because his dad is military. I’m like wait… my dad is military and I’m paying?

He says that it’s because his dad is now disabled. Well it turns out some of my dads ailments from military service qualify him as disabled and guess who got free college after that. And my sister too.

They hide the website pretty well and they DEFINITELY don’t tell vets about the program for their dependents so my family never would have known if I hadn’t sat down with some random guy. Thanks guy!

1. This just gave me chills.

Wanted to see the Eiffel tower.

Me and my girlfriend at the time were traveling from New Zealand to my family back home in Sweden. We both decided to spend a bit more money to fly back through Paris instead of Amsterdam, just because we wanted to see the tower. It cost us maybe an extra $50 and we got to see it on the landing and then take off, but never actually set foot in Paris proper because we were poor students.

When we landed in Auckland, New Zealand, jetlagged to shit, we turn on our phones and notice that we have about 50 missed calls from our travel agent, which was odd. When we call her, she sounds super relieved and out of breath. She tells us the flight she originally suggested to us, the one from Amsterdam to Kuala Lumpur, was shot down over Ukraine. My brain couldn’t process that information at the time, but once I woke up the next day it hit me like a ton of bricks. $50 made the difference between seeing the big steel thingy that has so many photos of it and bring sent to Sweden in body bags piece by piece.

Sometimes the absurdity of my existence comes over me, and this story always gives me goosebumps. One hell of a story to tell over beers, though.

You can’t think about stuff like this every day, other wise each decision you make would become agonizing, right?

Do you have a story like this? Tell us what small choice you made changed everything!

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People Share the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly After Quitting Social Media

Social media is both a blessing and a curse – it can help us feel more connected to others, especially if they live far away, or you know, there’s a pandemic that forces us all to stay in our homes for months on end, but it can also be a time suck, cause anxiety, and lead us to realize that maybe it’s better to not know your friends and family all that well in the first place.

These 13 people decided the bad outweighed the good and pulled the plug – but what happened next?

Well, you’re about to find out!

13. They don’t feel the need to show off.

Well, I am actually very happy that I left both Instagram and Facebook long ago. Although I still use Twitter as it provides latest info and some key instincts on various topics. Instagram and Facebook are kind of a show off place, and it makes you want unnecessary things just for the sake of likes and followers.

So I would not recommend using both the sites as it affects your mental health so f*cking bad that you’ll end up feeling left out or depressed. Although Twitter also has lots of negativity but if you are able to keep yourself away from the political debates then Twitter is very informative.

12. Like most things, it’s only hard at first.

It was hard at first, but now I honestly don’t even miss it. The constant urge to check for notifications has faded away too.

11. They only answer to themselves.

I no longer seek validation from anybody and it’s very liberating !

10. If it’s just not for you.

My partner is very, very into social media. She’s on Instagram… a lot. I don’t have any problem with it, but she said it was very important to her and wanted me to be involved so I gave it a solid effort.

Long story short, I hated how fake it was and the personalities we try to cultivate online. She’s still active online, and I’m not. I’ve been very happy since deleting it.

I’ll probably give it another shot somewhere down the line but it’ll be about things I love doing and not about trying to make my life out to be something it’s not.

9. They can read more books (I like the sound of that).

Only had FB. Deleted (well deactivated) it about 3 weeks ago now.

Honestly I feel better. I’m not a compulsive person. I’m not someone who pays much attention to adverts, fads, fashion trends or the like, but it’s alarming just how much FB can get under your skin.

You post a comment and check it for likes because even if only a little, you want it to be well received by you peers, just like you would in a conversation. Same for comments on others posts. If your phone pings, you feel compelled to answer it as soon as you can to keep up with the conversation.

All this and you have to mind how you might be interpreted. I’m not an argumentative guy. I can be flippant and have a very dry sense of humour and I always seem to put my foot in it and cause people to get the wrong vibe from what I’m saying. It got to the stage that I was so concerned with what I was saying that I would review it so much that I likely made it even worse.

Things came to a head and it was a ‘last straw’ moment when me commenting about a passion of mine was taken as me being selfish and shitty (even though I’d said I wasn’t trying to be shitty). I was just tired of it.

It was odd at first not checking it, but I realised just how much time I wasted on there and how I really didn’t miss it. I mean FB is mostly just shared internet links now, rather than mostly original comments by mates (As it used to be).

I feel happier and a little more mentally free. I also like that when I do chat to a friend I can we can catch up on what we’ve been up to, rather than sort of know what we’ve been up to by looking at FB.

I recommend it to everyone.

I would add that to make it EVEN BETTER, you need to realise just what a waste of time it is. When you leave you need to repurpose that time and not just shift the way you are wasting it. Have a list of 10-15 min jobs you want to get done and if you find yourself thinking of going on FB, do one of those jobs. Or just pick up one of those many books you bought but never read because ‘you don’t have time’.

8. Maybe that’s reason enough to do it.

Honestly one of the best decisions I made. People even tend to be shocked I (20F) don’t have social media.

7. No big changes.

The only changes is that I don’t have notifications like in 30 seconds and I say no when people ask me for that.

6. They just forget it’s a thing.

It’s extremely liberating (especially at first) and now I just honestly forget that social media exists until somebody tells me they saw something on Facebook.

The main benefit of not having socials is you no longer have that “fear of missing out” and don’t spend unnecessary time lurking profiles of people you barely know and don’t care at all about. In hindsight, that’s the biggest drawback/time waster of social media; it’s one thing to follow friends and people you care about, or even celebrities/influencers who motivate and inspire you.

But all those “hundreds” of friends you accumulate over the years who you met once and maybe have a couple of friends in common are just useless noise.

If you’ve had Facebook for awhile and are thinking of deleting it, I highly recommend spending some time going through old photos and downloading/saving the ones you like. I did that and am so glad I did!

5. No more distractions.

They were all just distractions at best. I don’t miss any of them.

I simply found more productive things to pass the time.

Hell, I often consider getting off of reddit too, but I can at least learn things from here and occasionally have interesting conversations or help others.

4. Just never got into it to begin with.

I personally never signed up for anything of it except this.

I think I had a Twitter to signed up for a This Old House raffle or something like 5 years ago.

Never went back to it.

Seems people get to wound up into that stuff.

3. Ummmm. No comment?

I stopped lusting over hot girls.

No I don’t miss it.

2. Because it will make you miserable.

I don’t miss it. In fact, I feel like a haze has been lifted from my eyes. I spend more time outside and doing things with my kids. I read more. Watch more things that I enjoy. I’ve picked up a couple more hobbies.

I’m also less stressed and less depressed. Whether you think you do or not, you compare your life against those around you, and when you’re constantly assaulted by shit on social media…. well, it will make you miserable.

1. They can focus more on life as it happens.

I deleted all my social media besides reddit. I was originally spending waayyy too much time on my phone and wanted to bring it down and actually experience life around me. I deleted Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter.

I’m a huge advocate now for deleting social media and I honestly didn’t realize how much it consumed my life. Instagram was especially bad for me. I used to follow people who just looked so gorgeous in their photos and get hundreds of likes, but when I posted (which was like once a year b/c I didn’t get many likes) I’d get like 50. Always seeing these people with the beautiful smiles and perfect hair and bodies, living what appear to be living lavish and incredible lives made me hate mine. I deleted Instagram and never once looked back. I’m no longer concerned with getting likes or seeing other people’s fake perfect lives. I support the demise of Instagram 110%.

Facebook and Twitter I didn’t have much of an issue with in terms of comparing my life with others, it was just a black hole that sucked up all my time.

I feel like I live in the moment now. I don’t take pictures for other people to see and like, but I take them for me to look back on and reminisce about the times I had for myself, and no one else. Not shoving my life down everyone’s throat is humbling, and not having everyone’s life thrown down mine is even better. I also feel like I am actually in the moment that I’m in and not sucked in my phone. For example, the other day, my boyfriend and I went wine tasting. While at this one winery, we saw this group of girls all sitting around a table, and every single one was just staring at their phone. Eventually the other 3 did put theirs down, but there was one girl who DID NOT PUT HER PHONE DOWN for the entire time we were there (over an hour). Literally. Meanwhile, both of our phones weren’t even in sight. Why get all dressed up, make the drive to a winery, be sitting in a beautiful and peaceful spot on an absolutely lovely day with your friends, and not get off your phone the whole time? You might as well stay home in your back yard and scroll.

Overall, my mental health has gotten better because I’m not constantly comparing myself to others. And, I actually experience the moment I’m in and not on my phone. Old people may be annoying and out of touch, but they really are right with the younger generations being engrossed by their phones. It’s amazing how much you realize this when you’re no longer doing it.

I’m not at all surprised and I wish I could find a way to cut back myself.

If you’ve ever cut it out, even for a while, what was your experience?

Tell us about it in the comments!

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People Share the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly After Quitting Social Media

Social media is both a blessing and a curse – it can help us feel more connected to others, especially if they live far away, or you know, there’s a pandemic that forces us all to stay in our homes for months on end, but it can also be a time suck, cause anxiety, and lead us to realize that maybe it’s better to not know your friends and family all that well in the first place.

These 13 people decided the bad outweighed the good and pulled the plug – but what happened next?

Well, you’re about to find out!

13. They don’t feel the need to show off.

Well, I am actually very happy that I left both Instagram and Facebook long ago. Although I still use Twitter as it provides latest info and some key instincts on various topics. Instagram and Facebook are kind of a show off place, and it makes you want unnecessary things just for the sake of likes and followers.

So I would not recommend using both the sites as it affects your mental health so f*cking bad that you’ll end up feeling left out or depressed. Although Twitter also has lots of negativity but if you are able to keep yourself away from the political debates then Twitter is very informative.

12. Like most things, it’s only hard at first.

It was hard at first, but now I honestly don’t even miss it. The constant urge to check for notifications has faded away too.

11. They only answer to themselves.

I no longer seek validation from anybody and it’s very liberating !

10. If it’s just not for you.

My partner is very, very into social media. She’s on Instagram… a lot. I don’t have any problem with it, but she said it was very important to her and wanted me to be involved so I gave it a solid effort.

Long story short, I hated how fake it was and the personalities we try to cultivate online. She’s still active online, and I’m not. I’ve been very happy since deleting it.

I’ll probably give it another shot somewhere down the line but it’ll be about things I love doing and not about trying to make my life out to be something it’s not.

9. They can read more books (I like the sound of that).

Only had FB. Deleted (well deactivated) it about 3 weeks ago now.

Honestly I feel better. I’m not a compulsive person. I’m not someone who pays much attention to adverts, fads, fashion trends or the like, but it’s alarming just how much FB can get under your skin.

You post a comment and check it for likes because even if only a little, you want it to be well received by you peers, just like you would in a conversation. Same for comments on others posts. If your phone pings, you feel compelled to answer it as soon as you can to keep up with the conversation.

All this and you have to mind how you might be interpreted. I’m not an argumentative guy. I can be flippant and have a very dry sense of humour and I always seem to put my foot in it and cause people to get the wrong vibe from what I’m saying. It got to the stage that I was so concerned with what I was saying that I would review it so much that I likely made it even worse.

Things came to a head and it was a ‘last straw’ moment when me commenting about a passion of mine was taken as me being selfish and shitty (even though I’d said I wasn’t trying to be shitty). I was just tired of it.

It was odd at first not checking it, but I realised just how much time I wasted on there and how I really didn’t miss it. I mean FB is mostly just shared internet links now, rather than mostly original comments by mates (As it used to be).

I feel happier and a little more mentally free. I also like that when I do chat to a friend I can we can catch up on what we’ve been up to, rather than sort of know what we’ve been up to by looking at FB.

I recommend it to everyone.

I would add that to make it EVEN BETTER, you need to realise just what a waste of time it is. When you leave you need to repurpose that time and not just shift the way you are wasting it. Have a list of 10-15 min jobs you want to get done and if you find yourself thinking of going on FB, do one of those jobs. Or just pick up one of those many books you bought but never read because ‘you don’t have time’.

8. Maybe that’s reason enough to do it.

Honestly one of the best decisions I made. People even tend to be shocked I (20F) don’t have social media.

7. No big changes.

The only changes is that I don’t have notifications like in 30 seconds and I say no when people ask me for that.

6. They just forget it’s a thing.

It’s extremely liberating (especially at first) and now I just honestly forget that social media exists until somebody tells me they saw something on Facebook.

The main benefit of not having socials is you no longer have that “fear of missing out” and don’t spend unnecessary time lurking profiles of people you barely know and don’t care at all about. In hindsight, that’s the biggest drawback/time waster of social media; it’s one thing to follow friends and people you care about, or even celebrities/influencers who motivate and inspire you.

But all those “hundreds” of friends you accumulate over the years who you met once and maybe have a couple of friends in common are just useless noise.

If you’ve had Facebook for awhile and are thinking of deleting it, I highly recommend spending some time going through old photos and downloading/saving the ones you like. I did that and am so glad I did!

5. No more distractions.

They were all just distractions at best. I don’t miss any of them.

I simply found more productive things to pass the time.

Hell, I often consider getting off of reddit too, but I can at least learn things from here and occasionally have interesting conversations or help others.

4. Just never got into it to begin with.

I personally never signed up for anything of it except this.

I think I had a Twitter to signed up for a This Old House raffle or something like 5 years ago.

Never went back to it.

Seems people get to wound up into that stuff.

3. Ummmm. No comment?

I stopped lusting over hot girls.

No I don’t miss it.

2. Because it will make you miserable.

I don’t miss it. In fact, I feel like a haze has been lifted from my eyes. I spend more time outside and doing things with my kids. I read more. Watch more things that I enjoy. I’ve picked up a couple more hobbies.

I’m also less stressed and less depressed. Whether you think you do or not, you compare your life against those around you, and when you’re constantly assaulted by shit on social media…. well, it will make you miserable.

1. They can focus more on life as it happens.

I deleted all my social media besides reddit. I was originally spending waayyy too much time on my phone and wanted to bring it down and actually experience life around me. I deleted Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter.

I’m a huge advocate now for deleting social media and I honestly didn’t realize how much it consumed my life. Instagram was especially bad for me. I used to follow people who just looked so gorgeous in their photos and get hundreds of likes, but when I posted (which was like once a year b/c I didn’t get many likes) I’d get like 50. Always seeing these people with the beautiful smiles and perfect hair and bodies, living what appear to be living lavish and incredible lives made me hate mine. I deleted Instagram and never once looked back. I’m no longer concerned with getting likes or seeing other people’s fake perfect lives. I support the demise of Instagram 110%.

Facebook and Twitter I didn’t have much of an issue with in terms of comparing my life with others, it was just a black hole that sucked up all my time.

I feel like I live in the moment now. I don’t take pictures for other people to see and like, but I take them for me to look back on and reminisce about the times I had for myself, and no one else. Not shoving my life down everyone’s throat is humbling, and not having everyone’s life thrown down mine is even better. I also feel like I am actually in the moment that I’m in and not sucked in my phone. For example, the other day, my boyfriend and I went wine tasting. While at this one winery, we saw this group of girls all sitting around a table, and every single one was just staring at their phone. Eventually the other 3 did put theirs down, but there was one girl who DID NOT PUT HER PHONE DOWN for the entire time we were there (over an hour). Literally. Meanwhile, both of our phones weren’t even in sight. Why get all dressed up, make the drive to a winery, be sitting in a beautiful and peaceful spot on an absolutely lovely day with your friends, and not get off your phone the whole time? You might as well stay home in your back yard and scroll.

Overall, my mental health has gotten better because I’m not constantly comparing myself to others. And, I actually experience the moment I’m in and not on my phone. Old people may be annoying and out of touch, but they really are right with the younger generations being engrossed by their phones. It’s amazing how much you realize this when you’re no longer doing it.

I’m not at all surprised and I wish I could find a way to cut back myself.

If you’ve ever cut it out, even for a while, what was your experience?

Tell us about it in the comments!

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A Man Found His Nursery School “Bride” 16 Years Later on Twitter

Remember your first love?

No, not the person you met in your teens that may have set you up for relationship success or failure down the road, your real first love. We’re talking about the person you met in kindergarten or grade school that you just couldn’t stay away from.

We’ve all had crushes since our schoolyard days, but rarely did we “marry” them and reconnect later in life. Unlike the rest of us, UK resident Jack Callow, 20, had quite a different experience.

Callow married his first love in what appears to be a full-blown “wedding” celebration with his nursery school friends in attendance. After he posted the photos of their special day to Twitter, he was able to track down his long lost love.

Jack came across the adorable pictures while visiting his grandfather and decided to post them, but never dreamed his “spouse” would be found. Twitter, however, had different ideas, and his post went viral.

It didn’t take too long for the former object of his affection, Rena Jutla, 21, to pop up. The student from Buckinghamshire had forgotten all about the blessed event and didn’t even know photos existed. They absolutely made her day.

Callow says he doesn’t remember much about the day other than the proposal, which prompted the school to take things to another level for the kids.

Their parents joined in, a priest officiated, and 16-years-later, Twitterers everywhere heaved a collective sigh of “awwww.”

Maybe it’s not too late?

Do you remember the very first person who stole your heart?

Share your sweet childhood love story in the comments below!

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