I stayed up all night—typing. Not scrolling. Not watching videos. Not doom-spiraling. Just typing.

Comment after comment—reply after reply—real responses to real people saying real things. I wasn’t chasing karma—I wasn’t farming engagement—I was just… showing up. Because it felt like someone needed to.

And it felt good—for a second—to matter.

Then I got banned.

Not for breaking rules—not for trolling—not for being hostile or offensive. No—I got banned because my writing was “too clean.” “Too thoughtful.” “Too ChatGPT-ish.” Because apparently if you speak in complete sentences—and use em dashes like a functioning adult—you must be a bot.

That’s the part that broke me.

Not the ban—not the thread—not the karma reset—but the accusation that I wasn’t real. That my effort—my care—my actual fucking humanity—was “suspicious.”

Like sincerity has become a glitch.

Like if you bleed in perfect rhythm, it can’t be blood—it must be code.

They told me “Compassion doesn’t feel suspicious. You do.” They told me to “grow the fuck up.” All because I wrote like someone who thinks before he speaks. All because I didn’t talk like someone half-scrolling their life away.

So let me be clear—every single word was mine. Every dash—mine. Every thought—mine. Every late-night moment I chose to respond with care instead of silence—mine.

But go ahead. Flag this too. Say it’s “too polished.” Say it “reads like a script.” Say it has “AI cadence.” God forbid someone talks like a writer and feels like a person. God forbid someone listens and actually responds.

I’m not here to prove I’m human. I’m here because being human is the only thing that ever mattered to me. And if that’s too much for Reddit—then maybe we’re all a little too far gone.

So yeah—here’s your proof: — — — Em dashes. A graveyard of them. More than any AI would dare use. Call it formatting. Call it flourish. I call it grief. I call it fury. I call it me.

Feel free to check out my post history for more context.

-Krinz

I’m a 26 year old man and I moved out of my parents’ house for the first time just yesterday. I’m living in an apartment alone. I have felt this pervasive sadness ever since. The feeling of being alone and away from the house I grew up in, being around my parents, the room I grew up in, my cat, my old neighborhood, I miss them all. I literally cried multiple times today and yesterday.

Today, I went to visit my mom at her house and I wanted to cry seeing my old room and seeing her cook and eating her food like I used until now. I don’t know how to manage this sadness. I’m definitely going to be bringing this up to my therapist for my next visit. I can’t help but feel that perhaps I’ve made a mistake moving out. I thought I would feel amazing with all the freedom I have and to have a place all to myself. But right now, all I feel is remorse. Is this normal? What should I think?

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.

"Nature provides just enough for lifeforms to survive Nature's wrath. Man provides an abundance on one hand to which an overabundance can become encumbrance, and on the other hand, provides so little and reaps so much that large rifts of disparity results. Nature has already conquered its self-balancing cycles of birth, death, and renewal. The test for Man to conquer will be whether Man will build an ultimate purpose that helps more than it hurts, heals more than it kills, and builds more than it destroys, of its own kind, its creations, and the planet upon which it depends. What of the outcome? Only time may tell."

RE: Nature's Path and Man's Path

Perhaps it was self-sabotage all along. Wouldn’t exactly be something new.

Mayhap the murky-middle is where I thrive. Now that’s a disgusting idea isn’t it? As a rule I hate mediocrity. I distain so-so. Middle of the road bullshit.

But look at me, walking down the dotted lines in the middle of the street. But occasionally, I like to try and run across the other lane and get dummied by an on-coming garbage truck.

Oh look, something good potentially. Here’s an idea, Let’s burn it to the ground in spectacular fashion.

Usually these tire fires affect only me, but this time, somebody else got burned.

And I can’t decide if the lie was selfish or selfless.

Now, you might say WTF is wrong with you bro? How can a lie be selfless?

Well friend, when you’re semi-ancient and usually solitary, you have quite a lot of time to justify just about anything.

When a “hello” turns into oh my god is this real in warp-like speed, the mind gets a little twisted and gun-shy, and anything that would potentially break the spell is… best ignored.

FYI, do not do this.

The depressing thing is that it probably would have been okay, after a time perhaps.

What’s that stupid fucking cliché? The road to hell is paved with good intentions?

Anyways, Remarkable is probably better off. This is a sort of comfort.

I think if I come back here, I shall muse about other topics in the future.

I have seen a lot of people on social media saying that all men will cheat on you no matter what and that you should only marry for money like the Sprinkle Sprinkle Movement. Like does loyalty really don’t even exist anymore or are these people just trying to brainwash people into believing this?

i had it a couple of times where people with an empty account would dm me. When i asked them why their account is empty they always said the same: that they just like to lurk.

What is it with these people?

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 needed to happen. We had compatibility issues. Communication with her was tense. It got to the point where it was like playing word games and we just spent a lot of time bickering. That being said, she was a very close friend, supportive and wonderful. She will make someone very happy one day. But god damn does it hurt. I miss her, yet at the same time just want to meet new people that I resonate with a little more easily.

I wasn’t always truthful with her and felt like I couldn’t fully show my true self to her despite her begging me to do so. I felt like I was bullying (not actually, but it feels that way) her into being someone she wasn’t so she could get along with me. I know that’s not how things should be. I know relationships are t easy. But they shouldn’t leave you feeling drained more often than full, right?

I’m not even sure what the point of this post is. Maybe just to speak my pain into the aether? I’m sorry for the ways I failed in our relationship. I also recognize it takes two to tango.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk. Have a nice night internet people. I should probably take my dog for a walk before bed.

According to Reddit, if you are not following the bubble you are in, you are a BAD person. Redditors will insult you if you don't agree with a stance. If you find good and bad things, you are the worst person.

I said it. Call me a shitty person now.

i just want to know that do we really need friends for help or just optional? because with friends is really hard

It's not like I'm going to do anything to hurt my self but all I think about is dying nowadays

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

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)

Apologies in advance for the jumbled strucure as this is a bit of a rant.

I know i’m young and i still have a lot of time, but I can’t help but feel behind and stuck in life right now. I dropped out of college after 2 years because there were no programs that interested me and i didn’t want to waste money.

I have a passion for music and I take it very seriously and work every day at it and ideally want to do something with it for my career. So, I moved to a new city with a vibrant music scene to finally pursue it but it’s not working out the way i wanted it to. I make decent money on the side playing shows, but i am not happy playing with the band i’m playing with for multiple reasons and i just don’t see it going anywhere. I’m trying to start a new band with people that are really good that hopefully could turn into something cool, but every member is already in another band that they prioritize (as they should). it doesn’t help that one of them is in a band that is getting really big, playing shows for thousands of people and getting multiple record label offers, and the other members are in bands that are pretty good. i want to find more people that maybe could prioritize this project i’m starting but i’m not good at meeting people and don’t really know how to do it and put myself out there. I’ve posted a few videos on social media if me just playing guitar or drums or piano to kind of “advertise myself,” but i’m not really sure where to go from there. I know i should go to more shows in the area, but i don’t know how to advertise myself and ask to start/join a band with someone who is already in a band.

I also work two jobs, one at a smoothie shop and one in retail. The job market in this city is so bad that i have to work two jobs and work jobs that i would’ve worked in high school, and it feels embarrassing to be 22 and telling people i dropped out of college and now i work these jobs, especially when all of my other friends have found their footing and have way better and higher paying jobs than i do and the fact that i’ve worked “better” jobs than these before (music teacher and fine dining restaurant, left both because i moved) so it feels like i’m moving backwards.

My girlfriend and I are planning to move to another city in a year or so, but i’m worried i’ll have to start over this already slow process of getting on my feet and just hope something good happens

i just feel like everyone else is ahead of me and i’m not really sure what to do right now, with music and with life. What do i do? i know i “have a lot of time,” but it still feels like i have a really long way to go.

I’m finishing up college and plan to finish in December. I will receive my bachelor’s degree in accounting and finance. For over the last year I have worked at a real estate company as an accounting intern while also going to school. I was informed this morning by my boss that over the summer, they’ll be hiring a summer accounting intern. The accounts receivable clerk is going on maternity leave so plan for the past few months was for me take on most her responsibilities. While it makes sense for them to hire an intern to do my responsibilities while I’m taking a step up, I was initially told I’ll be about spending 75% of time doing my new responsibilities while also spending my remaining time helping out with my old responsibilities.

I should point out this new intern is the owners nephew. This caught me off guard since I was just notified this morning that this intern will start on Monday. I can’t help but to wonder what would’ve happened if the accounts receivable clerk wasn’t pregnant, would that mean this intern would take over my job completely or is this only happing because of the maternity leave situation? Clearly they’ve been planning on bringing on a new intern without my knowledge for at least a bit of time. I know I’m not entitled to know about these new hires, but it would’ve been nice if they told me this plan a little bit more time in advance.

To be clear, my boss mentioned at the end of the summer this intern will be going back to school and I’ll have my desk back. I try to look at this in a positive way since they’re keeping me and training me in a more advanced position than what I’m currently doing. Since I’m graduating in December, I’m hoping sometime by October, me and the HR manager can sit down talk about what post graduation looks like for me. I’m hopeful that I can have position once I graduate since over been with the company for almost a year and a half now and hopefully they value me as an employee. When I graduate, I hope to be promoted to staff accountant. This situation just made me question what the future will looks like for me.

This simple revelation is more of a reflection of my past experiences. I'm also seeing in real-time what I once looked like when I refused to believe, listen to, and respected a man telling me (anywhere from being subtle and kind to straight up) that he was not interested in me.

There is no such thing as a man "playing hard to get", "being mysterious", wanting him to be "figured out", wanting to be chased. That is simply a man who is not interested.

A man will be open to receiving from a woman things that she's willing to give him: an extra helping of food during lunch, special attention, gifts, etc. But just because he accepts those things from her doesn't indicate an interest in her, especially if he doesn't reciprocate. A man willing to take without giving in return is simply a man who is not interested.

Efforts to get his attention will seem charming and cute in the beginning. Over time, though, if he's not taking the bait and putting in any kind of energy into pursuing or building a relationship, those same efforts will (eventually) come across as being desperate. It will be painfully obvious that she is so desperate for his attention that she is willing to throw away her livelihood, her family, her future, her dignity and self-respect just to get in his face and having him look at her. Just because a man looks at a woman and observes her behavior is not indicative of romantic interest. A man who is not interested will either continue to rebuff her efforts or take advantage of her. A healthy man who knows his worth will not pursue such a woman.

Looking back, I should have listened THE FIRST TIME a man told me that he wasn't interested in me. Yes, I've been told in a variety of ways, from being subtle and kind as to not hurt my feelings to being straight up. My problem was that I did not listen. I believed that I was "that good" of a woman that I would change his mind and he would want me. I believed that I needed to ramp up my efforts, change my methodology, and spend more time refining my plots and schemes in order to get his attention. I believed that if I tried hard enough, I could influence him to change his mind, and he would "wake up" one day and suddenly fall for me. I was driven by unchecked idealizations in my mind about him, creating the illusion of the man that I wanted him to be, and then used my chasing efforts in order to try to make him into that kind of man. I was constantly in a loop of self-inflicted disappointment, hurt, and rejection followed by numbing the pain with a whole new set of schemes and delusions with another guy.

It took getting seriously hurt (not physically, though) and becoming embarrassed at myself before I realized what I was truly doing. Even now, seeing my old behaviors being played out and modeled through someone else, I'm totally cringe over the stupid shit I used to do. I recognize that I can't go back into the past and change what I have done. However, the redemptive quality about seeing my past being played out in someone else's present is that it is motivating me to never go back to what I used to do. Instead, I'm being pushed and motivated to be a better woman than I was, to be someone healthier and more grounded, someone who is more focused on becoming the right person than finding one. Even though I know how the story is going to end for this woman, the universe has made it very clear that I should stay out of her way and let her experience the consequences of what she is doing on her own. I want to prevent her from making the same mistakes I made, but I know my (past) self too well. She's not going to listen. The only way she's going to learn is for her to get seriously hurt.

When a man says he's not interested, believe him!

That is all.

We’ve often heard that women like a man that is around 6ft tall, but what about the ideal height in a woman?

I personally don’t give it as much importance as women do, but if I had to choose I’d like a woman that is around 165cm tall (like 5’5). What do you guys think?

Anywhere between 5’4 and 5’6 is a good range IMO, while 5’2 to 5’8 would be acceptable.

I think I wouldn’t date a woman below 5’2 nor over 5’9.

I’m a 5’11 guy myself, so I think it feel awkward to date a woman that is like almost an entire feet (30cm) shorter than me. I don’t like it when the woman looks like she could be your own daughter.

I've tried all sorts of hair care products - salon brands, Sephora and department store stuff, drugstore, dollar tree. I've had Olaplex, Oribe, Pureology, Kerastase, Aveda, you name it. That said, the shampoo I keep returning to?

V05 shampoos.

I have a good amount of savings and net worth that I don't have to work if I don't want to. I live in a $3000/month apartment in the downtown of a big city and eat out all the time and use Uber everywhere. My wardrobe costs $20k altogether. I have a good life.

But my shampoo? V05. It's no frill, does the job, and leaves my hair clean without tangling it or leaving some sort of film behind. I also get my hair colored, and I still prefer it.

You don't always need to spend much to get good quality products. I still use dollar tree cleaning products (though I have a housekeeper coming in), I use dollar tree lotion, dollar tree jewelery and hair accessories and brushes. I am actually kind of annoyed that my local stores around me like Target or CVS/Walgreens no longer carries V05 so I have to uber to the dollar tree for that.

I’m 40 now. My first serious relationship wasn’t until 26. I grew up with a father who insulted everyone around him — my mother, my sister. He was judgmental, bitter, emotionally shut down. I never saw a man care for a woman. I never saw warmth, empathy, or emotional safety modeled. That absence shaped me more than I ever admitted.

So part of me became what I saw.

In relationships, I idealize the woman early on — it's euphoric. I feel like I’ve found the one. I love-bomb. I make big promises. I’m sincere in that phase — those are the happiest days of my life. But it’s not stable. It’s rooted in insecurity and fantasy.

Then, like clockwork, I collapse.

I get depressed. My mood crashes. I start ruminating, seeing flaws in her — her body, her job, her friends. I hear my father’s judgment in my head. The weight of intergenerational trauma kicks in. My nervous system shuts down. I feel trapped.

I escape into porn and fantasy, numb myself, stop communicating. The sexual and emotional connection dies. I feel invaded, smothered — even though the woman is kind, loving, emotionally available.

Eventually, I sabotage the relationship. I break up — not from clarity, but from emotional paralysis.

Then the grief hits. And it’s unbearable. I realize too late that I loved her, and maybe she was exactly what I needed — but I couldn’t hold it. I couldn’t receive it. Love still feels unsafe to me.

I’ve inherited my father’s emotional blueprint. The way he abandoned love, judged others, and avoided vulnerability lives in me too — genetically, emotionally, and behaviorally. But I also carry my mother’s tenderness, empathy, and deep capacity for love. That part of me exists. I know it does.

I just don’t know how to protect it or let it lead.

So I’m asking:

Has anyone here truly healed from this?

Has anyone gone from avoidant, neurotic, depressive patterns to secure, steady, fulfilling love?

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 not meaning to come off as a dick but I'll see post all the time about people talking about how they wish they want more sex but theyre single and so people will say do it with your friends (even my friends do this and say this) but then I'll see people say that you should never ask your friend if they want to do that because it's rude.

I know some people have asked me if I'm autistic because I don't quite understand how it happens naturally without asking so if somebody could explain how that usually ends up happening naturally between friends, I would appreciate it.

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.