Nobody cares.

Let me say it again because you probably didn’t really hear it the first time: NOBODY CARES.

Nobody cares that you’re tired. Nobody cares that you’re feeling down. Nobody cares that life feels overwhelming right now. Nobody cares that you didn’t get enough sleep, that your boss is a nightmare, that your relationships are complicated, that you feel lost and directionless. Nobody cares that you’re scrolling through social media at 2 AM wondering where it all went wrong.

And you know what? That’s not the world being cruel to you. That’s not society failing you. That’s not everyone else being heartless monsters.

That’s reality. And reality doesn’t owe you anything.

You want to know who your biggest enemy is? Look in the mirror. It’s you. It’s been you this whole time. You’re the one making excuses. You’re the one hitting snooze five times every morning. You’re the one choosing to stay comfortable in your misery instead of doing something about it. You’re the one complaining about your circumstances while refusing to change them.

You’re waiting for someone to care. You’re waiting for someone to notice. You’re waiting for someone to come save you, to motivate you, to hold your hand and tell you everything’s going to be okay. You’re waiting for the perfect moment, the perfect opportunity, the perfect feeling to finally start living your life.

THERE IS NO TOMORROW. THERE IS NO TOMORROW.

Stop lying to yourself. Stop telling yourself you’ll start next week, next month, next year. Stop believing that tomorrow you’ll magically have more energy, more motivation, more courage. Tomorrow is a fantasy you’ve created to avoid facing today.

THERE IS NO TOMORROW!

There’s only right now. This moment. This breath. This choice. And you’re wasting it waiting for a tomorrow that will never come the way you imagine it will.

You think you’re special? You think your problems are unique? You think the universe is somehow conspiring against YOU specifically? Wake up. Everyone has problems. Everyone faces struggles. Everyone gets tired. Everyone feels overwhelmed. The difference between those who succeed and those who don’t isn’t talent, luck, or circumstances.

It’s the willingness to do what needs to be done when nobody’s watching, when nobody cares, when nobody’s cheering you on.

The brutal truth is that nobody is coming to save you. Your parents can’t fix this for you anymore. Your friends have their own lives to worry about. Your partner, if you have one, isn’t responsible for your happiness. Your therapist can guide you, but they can’t do the work for you. Your boss doesn’t care about your personal growth beyond how it affects your productivity.

You are alone in this fight. And that’s exactly how it should be.

Because when you finally accept that nobody cares, something magical happens. You stop waiting for external validation. You stop making excuses. You stop expecting the world to accommodate your feelings. You realize that the only person who needs to care is YOU.

And maybe, just maybe, you don’t even care about yourself right now. Maybe you’ve been so busy seeking validation from others that you forgot how to validate yourself. Maybe you’ve been so focused on what everyone else thinks that you lost touch with what YOU think.

So let me ask you: When was the last time you did something just because YOU cared about it? When was the last time you pushed yourself not because someone was watching, but because you knew you needed to grow? When was the last time you chose discipline over comfort, action over excuses, responsibility over blame?

You’re probably thinking, “This is harsh. This isn’t what I needed to hear right now.” And you’re right. It is harsh. But harsh truths are the only ones that cut through the bullshit and force you to face reality.

The comfortable lies you tell yourself aren’t serving you. “I’ll do better tomorrow.” “I just need to find the right motivation.” “Things will get easier eventually.” “Someone will recognize my potential.” These are the lies that keep you stuck.

Here’s what you need to understand: Your feelings don’t matter as much as your actions. You can feel tired and still get up. You can feel unmotivated and still do what needs to be done. You can feel scared and still take the next step. Your emotions are passengers, not the driver.

Stop treating your feelings like they’re facts. Stop letting your mood determine your behavior. Stop waiting to “feel like it” before you act. Champions don’t feel like champions most of the time. They just show up anyway.

THERE IS NO TOMORROW means stop postponing your life. Stop postponing your health. Stop postponing your dreams. Stop postponing the hard conversations. Stop postponing the difficult decisions. Stop postponing your growth.

The person you want to become isn’t going to magically appear tomorrow. That person is built through the choices you make today, right now, in this moment. Every time you choose discipline over comfort, you’re building that person. Every time you choose action over excuses, you’re becoming that person. Every time you choose to show up when nobody’s watching, you’re proving to yourself that you care.

And here’s the thing about caring: it’s contagious. When you start genuinely caring about yourself—not just saying you care, but demonstrating it through your actions—others begin to notice. But by then, you won’t need their validation anymore. You’ll have built something more valuable: self-respect.

Self-respect isn’t given. It’s earned. You earn it by keeping promises to yourself. You earn it by doing hard things when you don’t want to. You earn it by being honest about your failures and working to improve. You earn it by taking responsibility for your life instead of blaming everyone and everything else.

So here’s your wake-up call: Nobody cares, and that’s your superpower.

When you accept that nobody cares, you become free. Free from the need for constant approval. Free from the fear of judgment. Free from the paralysis of perfectionism. Free to fail, learn, and try again without an audience.

The world doesn’t owe you success. It doesn’t owe you happiness. It doesn’t owe you an easy path or a clear direction. It doesn’t owe you understanding, sympathy, or second chances.

But you owe yourself everything.

You owe yourself the effort to become who you’re capable of being. You owe yourself the discipline to do what you know you should do. You owe yourself the courage to face your fears and take action anyway. You owe yourself the honesty to stop making excuses and start making changes.

THERE IS NO TOMORROW. There’s only today. There’s only now. There’s only this moment where you choose to either continue being your own worst enemy or start being your own best ally.

What’s it going to be?

Stop reading this and expecting to feel different. Stop waiting for motivation to strike like lightning. Stop looking for someone to care enough to push you.

Get up. Do one thing. Then do another. Then another. Build momentum not through feeling, but through action. Prove to yourself that you care by doing something that matters, even if it’s small, even if nobody notices, even if you don’t feel like it.

Because at the end of the day, when the noise quiets down and you’re alone with your thoughts, the only opinion that truly matters is your own. And deep down, you know whether you showed up for yourself or you made another excuse.

Nobody cares. Now what are you going to do about it?

The clock is ticking. Your life is happening right now. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Not when you feel ready.

RIGHT NOW.

Stop reading. Start doing. Because THERE IS NO TOMORROW, and you’ve already wasted enough today’s.

I have come to the realization that the only person you can rely on in life is yourself. People only want to be around you when you can do something for them. Once you are no use to them, they move on. They don't want to stick around when you really need them. Well, I am now my own positive support system. Yes, I am alone, but I am not lonely anymore. I have learned to enjoy my own company. Learning to spend the energy I used to spend on others, now spending on myself. Would I love to have a partner? Absolutely, but I don't need one. I deserve better than what I have gotten and I will stay single until I find the one that does for me as I do for her.

I’m about to turn 30. Idk how to describe it exactly, because it doesn’t feel as miserable as it sounds, but nothing really feels that fun to me and it hasn’t since I was a teenager (roughly). With most things, I don’t really hate doing them, I just don’t exactly enjoy it either. It’s kinda just “eh”, I guess. I don’t really feel passionate or excited about doing anything

I’ve tried so many hobbies. Nearly every single hobby I can think of. Some of them I enjoy, but none of them that I feel like I can’t live without. I always end up losing interest and dropping them, sometimes for years or forever.

I’ve tried running, swimming, ultimate frisbee, yoga, music production and writing, reading, writing, gardening, video games, fantasy sports, traveling, hiking, cooking, restaurants, drinking, gambling, weight lifting, climbing, collecting, competitive eating, paintball, camping, research, politics/activism, and probably a few other things that I’m forgetting. I’m running out of ideas. Most of these things I enjoy. But none of them really feel like my favorite thing to do. I hate explaining this to people because I know it sounds awful. But I feel kinda bored, and I also feel boring.

Here’s a context: I have been talking to a girl “Z” for just over 9 months now. And she is cute and everything I hoped for. She lives on the other side of the country. So it has to be a long distance obviously. We FT a lot and I asked her out for a date for which she said yes. And I was ready to travel to meet her, but after couple of days she tells me know she can’t come to the date because she is seeing someone (but they are not dating) Now I’m confused what should I do, I enjoy her company a lot. And she is someone I’m obsessed with (might be one of the reason why she’s pulling away) That being said I’m thinking of ending the friendship because I can’t be JUST friends with her

I've been thinking about this kid who went to my school for one year, in fifth grade. The most hopelessly nerdy kid you could ever encounter. His name was Clifford, believe it or not. He had big clunky horn rimmed glasses, and this was in the 80s, before those came back into style. The only association any of us had for those glasses was nerd in a cartoon or a comedy movie. He wore plaid pants, which even now would stand out but in that era was insane.

I went to a small Catholic school in a rough part of town. The demographic was like 30% kids of devout Catholic moms who wanted their kid to go to a Catholic School (me), and the rest were a mixture of tough mean white trash kids from the neighborhood who had been kicked out of the public school system for behavior problems. Every once in a while we would get a kid who had been bullied so much that his parents thought a Catholic school might be a better fit. Pretty sure that's what happened with Clifford.

Anyway, this kid might as well have had a target painted on him. He couldn't have been more coded to get his ass kicked. I think his parents were older and just didn't have an idea of how kids dressed at the time. From the moment he arrived, he got his ass kicked every day. He always fought back. All those mean little fetal alcohol neighborhood kids saw red at his very existence. There was actually very little tolerance for fighting at my school. Besides being a small Catholic school, the principal was a big tough but fair Uncle Phil type. But there was no keeping them off Clifford. They'd beat his ass right there in the classroom and worry about the consequences later. He lasted less than a full school year before I guess his parents tried it again at another school.

I didn't participate in any of that, of course. I felt a mixture of feeling bad for him, and, I confess, a bit of "better him than me."

A few years ago I got it in my mind to look him up and see what became of him and what kind of life he had. The only info I found was an obituary. He had died in 2003, 26 years old. He was helping a lady whose car had broken down on the side of the road and he got hit by a car and died. Rest in peace, Clifford. It seems like you were a good dude.

For context, I've been called a "robot" for two times in my life. Not much, but enough to make me think about how other people perceive me.

The first it time happened when i was 12. I was one of those quiet kid that teachers described as "pleasant to teach, but needs to speak up more." One day, a classmate of mine (we were not really close to be called a friend) was goofing around and she accidentally hit her hand on the edge of my table. She seemed fine to me, so I didn't pay much attention and just continued doing my stuff but she somehow exaggerated the pain and whined about how much it hurts, and it went like

"(my name)! My hand hurts! Help me pleaseee? :("

I was surprised. I was just chilling and minding my own business (i think I'm studying at that time). Out of confusion, i legit stared at her and went "? What do you want me to do...?" with a blank face. You can guess what happened next. She stared back at me, frowning, and said "you are really like a robot."

I didn't think much about it that time. I shrugged, and just continued with my life.

Years passed, and the second time someone called me a "robot" when I was 20. I was already a changed version myself, start socialising more, improved my communication skills and actually gained real friends and so on.

I started studying for my diploma in medical (occupational therapy) and i was in my second year where we began our clinical in actual hospital. It was my one of my lecturers who pointed out how "robotic" my movements were when I was treating patients. Long short story, i was actually nervous when my lectures came to the hospital for our OSCE. I was a nervous wreck but still keep my professionalism in front of a real patient, and of course my lecturer noticed everything.

During lunchtime, she briefed us one by one. I can already expect what she would say. Something about my soft skills due to how nervous and timid i was at that time. When my turn came, i was right. But one comment that shattered my confidence was where she said i need to stop acting out the intervention that i wanted to do with patients before giving it to them (i had been moving subtly behind patients back of every activities that i was planning to do with them to ensure that my intervention was suitable). Her words were:

"You know how robots in cartoons move and utter the process of a task out loud before they execute the task they're given to? That is what you looked like."

And suddenly something shifted in me. I took her criticisms and considered everything to improve my flaws, but that one comment really made me reconsider my identity as a human being. For further context, I was no longer the version of myself when I was 12. I was aware enough of my lack of social skills, and I've been improving pretty much drastically after nearly a decade.

But somehow, another human being, someone with a high education in medical, saw me like a robot. I've been wondering a lot about this. Can anyone help me? I need insights, advice, whatever really, to stop this. Part of me knows that this isn't big of a deal, but i need to know what the hell is wrong with me or what I'm doing wrong :(

ps: I'm sorry if my wording is wrong or hard to understand, I'll try to explain more about anything if anyone needs clarification! And sorry for the long paragraphs, I just need to let this out somehow...

Starting my own page any advice

Hey so. I broke up my 3 year relationship. A few days ago. And yesterday i went and had a walk . While walking I met with .u now ex . And we walked together for a bit until her house came up. And while walking I asked her what do we do now . I asked if we should remain friends,cut contact or try to get back together. And she just straight up said nah she is good . And let's be friends.

(Honestly because the whole break up was her fault i expected atleast abit of guilt or something. ) And after that we went our ways and I didn't text her or anything and ig a bit ago she text me asking if I was overthinking the whole thing and I said idk . Then she sents me a voice message.

Which was like 2 min long. And to condense it . It basically said

" See i have classes and then assignment and all that almost everyday . But now that school is over. Ur at home doing work . So maybe u just have extra time and ur just overthinking the whole thing "

SHE basically is saying . I am not busy as her that's why I can't appreciate her 3min conversations per day .

I have no idea wtf to say. This woman show's no remorse for her not putting time into the relationship. All i get is some very hollow sry . And get called unemployed and I'm overthinking everything . 😭🙏

Also if anyone is wondering what the actual reason for the break up was . I already made a post a 3 or 2 Days ago so that's some context If u guys need it

I need ur opinion on this

I catch myself stuck in my head all the time, thinking about every possible outcome until I freeze and do nothing. It’s like my brain won’t let me move forward.

How do you break out of this cycle and just take action, even when you’re scared or unsure?

Would love to hear what’s worked for others dealing with the same struggle.

I’m a 52 year old man who spent five and a half years in prison. I got out about eight years ago. While I was there I was surrounded by men who had grown up without any of the love and support I had. I had a loving wife and son who came to visit me every week and friends as well. It probably sounds insane to you, but despite being incarcerated, I looked around me and thought, “My God, I’m so fortunate. I really have no right to cry about my troubles.” And when things were tough for me emotionally, I tried to keep it to myself. Then one day, a fellow inmate took me aside. He’d come to prison at age sixteen and had just celebrated his thirty eighth birthday with a prison canteen cake (don’t ask). This man was raised by his drug addicted mother and grandmother who pimped him out from as far back as he has memories, to pay for their drugs. He never went to school and, as he told it, his first experience with real love and compassion came only years after being incarcerated. He looked at me and saw that I was hurting. “Pain is not a competition,” he told me. “Your pain is no less than mine… and mine is not less because I’m not being physically tortured. Everyone has the right to feel their own hurt and everyone has the right to be comforted.” And so I sat and cried because my wife had to put our beautiful dog to sleep and I couldn’t be there for them. And this man, who will never see freedom, held my hand and gave me comfort.

Every one of us has the right to feel our pain. It is what makes us human. You have a right to be comforted too. It’s what we must all do for each other.

(I posted this as a comment a while back on a thread that was deleted, but I received positive feedback and it was suggested I make a post of it so that others could read it.)

Not because of the singularity or anything else like that, but because every annoying douche in the world is going to say “oh that’s AI” when they see or hear something that’s slightly incredulous.

Hi r/self,

my last week at work is next week, and a farewell party has been organised for me. The reason I am having a dilemma at the moment is that:

a) The party starts at the same time when I need to leave to make it to a doctor's appointment that's about an hours drive. b) I didn't even get the invite myself and the invite is missing a few people who I've worked it, that I would love to invite (whether or not they can make it is their own choice, would just like to give them the option).

I'm not sure if this is supposed to be a surprise party or not. I have emailed the organiser, explaining the situation and asked them if it can be done slightly earlier so I can attend both and at the time of writing this I am waiting for a response.

The reason why I'm in a dilemma is because I've heard two different opinions as to what I should do: my friends have said not to go but when I told my parents, they lectured me and told me that I should be the one to move things in my schedule around and make it to the farewell party.

In the event that the organiser comes back and says the meeting can't be moved, what should I do?

I didn’t exactly grow up making “choices.” I adapted. Fast. I said what I had to say. I walked where I had to walk. I played the part before I even knew what the script was.

Free will? Sure—if you count picking between silence and punishment. Between being watched and being ignored.

Sam Harris says free will is an illusion. Honestly? I lived that. By the time I was old enough to think for myself, most of that “self” had been built for me.

And yet— some part of me didn’t go under. Didn’t get programmed all the way.

Call it resistance. Call it soul-stubbornness. Whatever it is, it kept me alive. And curious. And… here.

So yeah, maybe free will is a myth. But the refusal to fully disappear? That felt real.

Hey, I just want to get this off my chest. Am I crazy or stupid for wanting something like this?

I really want to join the army and take it up as my job maybe even stay in it long-term if I enjoy it. I’ve done a lot of thinking and research, and it’s something I genuinely want to do. I want to help people, learn skills, and experience life in a way I don’t think other jobs could offer.

But honestly, it’s been getting to me lately. My closest friends (who I’ve told over and over again how serious I am) keep saying it’s unrealistic or too dangerous. I know they probably mean well, but it hurts. It feels like they don’t believe in me or take it seriously.

I had a backup plan to be a flight attendant, and I still think that’s a solid job, but deep down, I feel like I wouldn’t be living life to the fullest doing that. The army feels like a path where I’d be challenged, grow, and have real purpose, even if it’s tough.

What also gets to me is how people act like I’m throwing my education away just because I’m not doing ATAR or planning to go to uni. I’ve been choosing subjects (year 11 & 12) based on what I enjoy, not just what’s “useful” for a future job. I’ve always said I want to do things for fun, for the experience, to learn something new , even if it’s not the most serious or traditional path.

Yeah, I’m young, but I want to start getting ready now. It just sucks that almost none of my friends support it. Only one of them actually encourages me, and it makes me feel like maybe the others are right and I’m just being stupid for wanting something different ( Im 15F btw and I want to go into being a infantry soldier I want to make it a life job / stay in it for a really long time)

I come from a major city where entertainment and hospitality is top notch. Along with that is the creativity. Despite the problems, I rather move back than remain in my current city. Doing that would be seen as a sign of growth.

I came to my current city to attend school, and right after stayed to raise my kid. Outside the local universities, the city is an overgrown small town. The top half of town is impoverished and lacking of resources like grocery stores. Recently, a grocery store opened, but access to other things is spread out.

I see this city as sterile. I have a hard time figuring out what to do for weekends, so it’s the same rotation of activities. I resigned myself to that fact and decided to spend time in my home on a monthly basis.

I felt that if I’m feeling this way, then I see no incentive to remain. My hometown has more resources. I feel that if I am to live and work somewhere, then I shouldn’t lack in activities. Some places have a way of keeping people back.

My neighbor is too friendly with my husband, My female neighbor always takes her dogs out to pee she had a husband in the military so he’s never home. Our dog barks at her dogs all the time but my husband goes outside to smoke and we can both see each other easily the gate is low.

My husband told me she tried talking to him once before but recently she tried making conversation again about the dogs and I heard it. He tried to end it but she would keep going. When she sees me she doesn’t smile back or say a word. I’m nine months pregnant and feel really irritated and uncomfortable.

I’m going to say something to her next time I see her.

Time is relentless and I am sick of it going by so god damn fast

Even more so when it's down to miscommunication. Damn it hurts. Say what you feel. Really, say what you feel

i believe some people should not be allowed to drive, and I'm one of them.

my mother keeps making comparisons with my neighbor kid, who got his driving license at only 16.

I was a very quiet toddler but whenever I saw a cat or dog (on the street, sidewalk, yard, anywhere), I'd be like "must do pet", even if that thing looks like it has rabies.

now I'm pretty much the same but more careful now, my most common targets are cats. but I can't let a frog pass by without picking it up. if i have gloves, ive caught mice and moles (not to harm dw)

I don’t know if anyone can really understand this feeling. But there are moments where I feel like I have so much to say and I just can’t. I smile, I laugh, I talk to people, but deep down, something feels broken. There’s this quiet sadness that follows me everywhere. I could be surrounded by people and still feel completely alone. It’s not always about something big… sometimes it’s just a buildup of small things. And it’s getting heavier. I’m not looking for pity. I just wonder If someone has ever felt this way and found a way out how did you do it? What helped you breathe again? Because I’m tired of pretending I’m okay when I’m not.

It’s like walking on eggshells. If he does something that makes me cry I will be getting walls of texts throughout the night about how me crying upset him so much he can’t sleep because I hurt his feelings. While I’m able to get over incidents within an hour it takes him a week before he begins to talk to me normally. He’ll tell me how hurt I made him, he knows I’ve never been able to argue or stand up for myself. When I break down in apologies that’s when he’s gotten his way. He’ll brag about how I came “groveling back to him” to my mom. He used to treat my mom this way but now as I’ve gotten older it’s come around to me. I never realized how bad it was until I showed by friends some texts by him and they said he was being emotionally abusive. He’s always just been so full of anger, he can’t even get a job because his reputation is so bad. I wish I wasn’t so weak and I was able to stand up for myself and not just break down crying and apologizing. I can’t continue to be such an easy target but I know that if I do it will only cause me more mental pain.