Regretful People Share The Letters They Never Sent, But Wish They Did
If you could turn back time, what would you do? And moreover, who would you talk to?
What are all the things you've left unsaid? Reddit has an entire forum dedicated to this: Unsent letters. Letters which people write from the future to something in their past, letters that they wish they could send....but cannot. Is it therapeutic? Is it tragic? We will let you decide.
Because I Have No Other Choice
I will say what I need to say here.
To My Best Friend: You are and always have been, my soul mate. My other half. My partner in crime. All of the most important memories I have of growing up include you. We hung out in the same group, but I knew you were special from the first smile you threw my way. It was a classic Hallmark moment. Teenage summer house party, I'm the new girl in town but having older "cool" cousins helped me make friends fast and I just happened to walk into that house, at that moment, and laid eyes on the most beautiful 17 year old boy that has ever walked this earth. In an instant, as if you already knew, you looked over, we locked eyes, and there it was...that insanely charming/sexy smile. I was hooked. You always dated those stunning girls, the flawless ones that were a picture perfect prom date on your arm. I had no idea how to deal with my crush on you and I didn't understand how to cope with my own budding sexuality.
Naturally I did the only thing I could. I dated your best friend. I knew he loved me and I knew it would never last between us, but I could also tell that while you and I enjoyed a small friendship, it wasn't one that would last through graduations, colleges, out of state moves.... I knew that by dating him, I would still be able to see you from time to time. Our relationship wasn't as calculated as it appears right now, but in retrospect, I say call a spade, a spade. I ended it after 5 years. It forced me to grow up. I learned how to be on my own and figured out who I was during that time. I needed that. After high school and college ended, I didn't know who I was turning into and wanted to find out who I was.
Our friendship grew during that relationship. You became someone I depended on, who I turned to for advice, and my safe place for a weekend out of town. We became so close that you would tell me about the jealous things your girlfriends would say about me. We'd laugh at how silly they were being, but each one of them was right. I still hoped that one day you'd wake up and see me in the same light as you did them. I loved our friendship during our 20s. You were the stunningly beautiful best friend from the beach that would come into town and make all of my girl friends googly eyed for weeks! Our lives were much less complicated then and we still have forever laid out in front of us. We shared everything on those late night phone conversations/text messages... Dreams of the future, fears, goals, set backs. I like to think that we learned more about who we were by those conversations. We lived four hours apart, but I would make that drive on any given Friday night knowing that by sunrise you and I would be snuggled up on blanket together, silently watching the new day's sun rise over the ocean. I fell in love with you on those mornings. I fall deeper in love with you now as I remember them. The years went on. We grew into adults, dating became serious and we had things like 401k's, car payments, mortgages. We saw each other less, but I still loved you so much.
And then, I met him. The one you always hated. You teased me when he and I first starting dating. He was my total opposite. He drove a wedge between us and our friendship became distant. But you were still there for me. You stayed up with me the night before our wedding, begging me to say no. You used every trick in the book to try to talk me out of it. When none of those worked and the following day I said my final "I do.." I cried when he kissed me because I knew then how much I really wanted you. I walked down that aisle, new husband in tow, and faced my entire world (family & friends) with "happy tears" streaming down my cheeks from the sudden realization of what I had done. The entire reception and for weeks after I wrestled with the weight of my decision to marry him. I knew I had to let go of my crush on you, this intense love I felt for you, and full heartedly commit myself to the man you tried to talk me out of marrying.
After almost 15 years of silently loving you, I was angry that you hadn't noticed. I wanted to feel wanted. I needed someone to love me and I wanted to be able to express my love for someone. Our friendship (something I would have bet my life on as always being solid and strong) grew apart further. We talked once or twice a year. I always sent you cards and presents for your birthday and Christmas. I turned into the cliché we always joked about. I had let you go and I was dealing with too much in this marriage to try to keep up with your play-boy, life of the party ways. I tried so hard to make my husband happy. I strived to be good enough for him every single day and most nights I cried myself to sleep after taking a verbal whipping from the man I gave you up for. When I got pregnant, I thought it's just what happens and went with it. I thought my son could bridge the gap between my husband and I. I lost who I was in that marriage. He destroyed that girl I used to be. The night he almost killed me, your number was the only one I could dial. I never told you what happened, but I could feel you wrap your arms around me as I cried into the phone. Most people would have called the police in a situation like that. Or perhaps their parents or close family member. I could have done any of those. Instead, I reached out to the man I could never have, the one that I pushed away, the one that stole my heart, who still lived 6 hours away. You showed up on my doorstep the next morning. I was black and blue, inside and out, from the hands of the unwanted husband who was still passed out drunk on the living floor. You packed my suitcases and my infant son's. You took us to my parents house. You stayed with me for two weeks, drove me to doctor appointments, paid the initial fees that hired my attorney, you walked my son around my childhood home for 3 hours in the middle of the night while he cried from teething. Your smile was the only positive energy I felt at that time. It didn't take long for my feelings to come back with full force and a vengeance. I never stopped loving you, if I'm being honest. But my heart couldn't help itself. You rescued me from an abusive marriage that would have certainly killed me.
Months after the divorce, I knew my heart belonged to you. I packed everything I owed into the back of that beat up truck, strapped my barefoot drooling boy in his car seat and made the move I had been afraid of for most of my life. I drove straight to your small beach town. And you welcomed me with open arms. You babysat long nights for me so I could make overtime and pay my bills on my own. You laughed at my attempts to fix my own dishwasher. You gave my son his first haircut and learned how to curb that sailors tongue you always had. Our visits became daily... and on the nights I woke up terrified and screaming because nightmares from the past were too real you would come over just to hold me until I could fall back asleep. You watched me regain my inner strength and let me find my own way back to who I am. It's years later now. I'm sitting on our back porch at the moment. My sweet baby boy is waiting on you to come home from work. He's developed another new paper airplane and the moment you walk in the door he's gonna jump out from behind the sofa dressed in the Batman pajamas you surprised him with last weekend for his first over night stay at a friends house. He looks so much like my ex, but the way he says his words, the sweet soft innocence that lives in his eyes, and that same heart melting smile he's mastered so well tells me that my boy belongs to you.
He's only ever called you Daddy. I could never express how grateful I am to have you. I could never begin to form the words that would accurately describe how insane and intense my love is for you still. We still go to our special spot on the beach, where we watched those sunrises. It's where you told me that you were falling in love with me. Its where my son became your son and called you Daddy for the first time. It's our spot, a sandy flat patch of earth between the large dunes that face the east. Tomorrow morning when we take our blankets, kid, and dog out there to greet the day, it'll be the spot where I tell you that I'm carrying your child.
Dear Unborn Child
I'm sorry that I haven't shown much excitement towards you the past 3 weeks now since i found out I was pregnant. With 2 miscarriages and an infant loss behind me, daddy and I are just being extra cautious. We love you with all our hearts and although you were unexpected, you are very loved by everyone. See what you don't know yet, and will learn as you get older is you have an amazing older brother looking over you in heaven. Daddy and I love you tremendously, but I know your older brother loves you even more! Oh, and those loud sounds you hear randomly throughout the day followed by "shut up" that's your dog siblings! They also will love you a whole lot and will give you lots of kisses when you get here (although the youngest one will probably be jealous at first cuz mommy treats him like a baby) they're going to protect you. Let's be honest, you'll more be their baby then ours. We love you, little one! And we're so excited to meet you.
Please Just Come Back
I miss you. Tell me you're ready to work things out. Tell me you still want to be with me.
To The Man About To Leave
To the man who taught me how to paint, I'm sorry that you can no longer hold a paint brush.
To the man who taught me how to cook, I'm sorry that you can no longer keep the food down.
To the man who taught me how to swim, I'm sorry that you've closed your pool and will never go in one again.
To the man who taught me every magic trick, I'm sorry that you don't believe in magic anymore.
To the man who took me to the movies every month, I'm sorry that you cannot stay awake long enough to watch one.
To the man who encouraged me to sing, I'm sorry that when you speak, no sound comes out.
To the man who showed me so much love, I'm sorry that your heart is finished beating.
not who you wanted me to be
To my parents.
I'm sorry that I'm not who you wanted me to be. Since I was an infant, I know you had specific dreams for me, and who I would be. I know you dreamed I would love hunting and embrace your country roots; I didn't. I know you dreamed I would marry a white southern man, one who had deer on his walls and drove a pumped up truck..one who voted for trump. I know you dreamed I would follow in your footsteps and move back to our small hometown, just alike all my aunts, uncles and cousins have. I'm sorry you are disappointed that I love diversity and fighting racism, even when it's found in my family. I'm sorry you are disappointed I think the liberals have great points, and think in many ways, some of their ideas are more Christian than not. Im sorry you are I don't share your love for the president and that I somewhat find him a despicable man. I'm sorry you are disappointed that I'm dating a black man.
But, I have been working on myself and I'm really proud of who I've become. I'm level headed, I'm determined and I'm a fighter for what matters to me. I'm sorry you are disappointed with who I've become, but I am really proud of me.
I hope one day you both can accept and love me.
If you keep stalking me like this, you're going to get your feelings hurt. You need to accept that you f-cked up. What once should have been your entire world is no longer your concern.
Be good. Go be happy.
You Could Have Been Mine
My lovely P Rose,
Knowing the outcome I would still choose this path but it's kind of sh-tty.
You could have been mine. I'm done being hopelessly IN love with you. I have moved on to just loving you.
Miss those eyes and smile of yours. Hope your day is going well.
As long as your happy, Love Always.
My Truest Friend
You were the only person I ever felt I could be myself around, truly and completely myself. I didn't have to pretend to be happy or pretend to enjoy things just to have something to talk about. We didn't even have to talk we could sit there and listen to music. I never got tired of all the new music you would show me or laying in that park. I miss being able to talk to you without feeling like a burden. I miss being able to see you and feel like I'm home. You gave me a sense of comfort and made me feel at ease with myself and with the overwhelming world you quieted all that noise. I felt so free with myself and just with life. I could always come to you even if my thoughts were irrational and crazy you were there and you never made me feel like I was less. Even if you didn't understand you never made me feel different. I tried my best to be that person for you too. I miss you and all that you are.
The Sweetest Life
Can we just be together again? We could move away together, next week, tomorrow, even tonight. I think I would forget about the last few years without you as fast as falling asleep. Run away with me. Let's not even say goodbye to the lives we are living. I don't want to wait until our next life to be with you, soul. I want to be with you now. Say yes.
Maybe In Another Life
I don't ever want to forget how it felt to hug you goodbye that last time. I could just feel everything in it that we've never said to each other. It was the way you looked at me and then stepped toward me with your arms outstretched. I said something dumb that made you laugh, squeeze me tighter, and keep holding on. We spoke softly of promises to keep in touch. You said you wished we had more time together because you wanted to really know me. I told you how much I'm going to miss you. I could feel your hands try to grasp just a little tighter near my lower back. When I finally had to pull away, my hand slid down your arm and I could hardly even look at you but I did and I said goodbye. I wanted to kiss you but I couldn't and you couldn't and we knew it, so I turned around and I walked away.
I do hope I see you again. I don't know what it will be like or how we will feel, but I'll always know how I felt in this moment. So many things still left unsaid for so many complicated reasons, but I felt all of them then and I know you did too. I'll hold onto that.
To my best friend
Sh-t is so hard right now, and I'm struggling to find myself. I know that I want you, but I'm so heartbroken that I can't find those feelings anymore.
I've never felt so strongly about anyone in my life, and in the past it was so easy to know exactly who I wanted.
I just hope we stay friends because if I lose you, I'm f-cking done for.
Love, ur pal x
To the girl with the purple hair
I dont know what your name is but for the past few years you have always smiled at me when I order a coffee and said, "and by the way, I love your hair." It was like clock work. I would smile and give a quiet nod.
I hadn't seen you in nearly a year until I came back to order a coffee, I barely recognized you, and then I realized, "Oh hey, it's the girl with the purple hair who always compliments my hair!"
Lately your smile has faded and your classic way of asking for a signature has turned into you telling me to have a good day. It seems as though the life has faded from you. To be honest I've always thought you were pretty cute and would like to ask you out but I seem to be at a loss for words as of late.
I'm sorry if you have mistaken my silence for me not caring but I sincerely love everytime you have complimented me. It is truly rare to find someone else who appreciates my long hair.
That guy with the long hair.
I think that you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. I always look at you when you're not looking and I break into the biggest smile just because of how unbelievably lovely and gentle you look. You have the most welcoming eyes and heartwarming smile and your laugh gives me butterflies in my stomach of quantities which I can't even begin to measure. A lot of people may think that these feelings have come along rather quickly for me, but I honestly know that they've slowly been building up from the first time we spoke. Every little cute song I listen to now has made me think of you and I just have been listening to them on repeat ever since we started talking. Despite how sad and drained I can get sometimes, hearing your adorable voice always reminds me that there are still good things left in this world. You have made getting out of bed in the mornings a lot less of a difficult task as even the thought of you makes me realise that there is a purpose to all of this. When we hug, I feel so warm and gooey inside and it feels as though there is nothing else in this world that matters as much as we do. I'm usually petrified of commitment, but the thought of us being together brings me so much joy and I just feel so lucky that I have the chance to spend time with you. My only concern is the fact that my parents can be kind of homophobic at times and I don't know what they'll think when they first hear that their daughter has a girlfriend, but I know that once they meet you, they'll agree with me that you are the most wonderful person and there is nobody better for me than you. I've honestly never met somebody so close to perfect before in my entire life. I hope that I can make you even half as happy as you make me. I am so glad I met you.
To My Brother
All my life, I have resented you a little bit. Your Downs Syndrome and autism combination meant that you required a lot of attention from our mom, our dad, me, and our brother. And you don't give much back. You are non-verbal and you don't like to be touched and you don't like to share your space. You used to try to push me out of the backseat of the car and our parents had to start buying vans with captain's chairs so we could get through a car ride in peace. You make repetitive noises that drive me up the wall. I don't mind your sudden bellows so much. It is the teeth grinding and gulping. You would break my stuff when we were kids and I would get in trouble for it. You would steal food from other people's plates and open your mouth, throw your head back, and cough all over the dinner on the table. You were so annoying.
Despite all of this, I was able to connect with you through music. You always responded well when I played the piano and sang, especially when I played your favorite songs. When my mom was trying to cut your hair, she would ask me to play to help you relax. I always joked that you were my number one fan.
When you reached adulthood and moved into a group home, I saw you less. I was at college and living my own life. I know things got kind of bad for you and I wasn't there to play music for you. I am sorry for that. You developed some aggressive tendencies and were clearly in defensive mode. I pushed to have you moved to a group home in the state I live in because our state takes better care of it's disabled than most. For several years, it was just me and you living in this state with our other relatives scattered across the country. I visited regularly to ensure that you were okay. I put on music to listen to, got out your toys and sat with you for awhile. I told you about what was happening with the rest of the family because I think you understand more than we know. Every time I would visit, though, you would grab my shirt collar and scratch my neck or throat until it bled. I started wearing turtle necks to visit you and keeping a safe physical distance. I haven't hugged you in years and I can't remember the last time I was able to relax in your presence. Still, I am sorry that I didn't visit more often. You needed me and I was busy with my job and my children. But, I think the main reason I stayed away was that our visits made me anxious and uncomfortable.
Our parents live in this state now and they have taken over the visits. I know I don't come to see you much anymore. I am sorry. It is just my life has been so hard the last couple of years. I have had so many demands and so much stress and anxiety that I started neglecting some things in my life just to stay afloat. You were one of those things and I feel terrible about that.
I want you to know, though, that I love you. You are my brother and I have always fought to protect you. I stood up to the bullies when we were kids and I fought for you with social workers and house staff as an adult. I will continue to do anything to ensure that you receive the best care possible. I am a fierce advocate. When our parents are gone, I will continue to fight for you. Even if I can't give you the comfort that our parents give with their physical presence, you can trust me to look out for your interests.
I wish I could give more, to be the person you are glad to see walking through your door. I am sorry that we don't have that kind of relationship. But I can promise to always play music for you. And maybe someday, you will allow me to hug you again.
To the man I'm trying to leave behind
I wish you would leave me alone. Then maybe I could stop hurting.
I spend car rides thinking of all of the things I wish I could say to you.
You asked me, "That's it? You're just gonna give up?" Give up. Like I hadn't turned into a ghost clinging to the broken scraps of an unfaithful relationship. Like I was turning my back on something you still cared about.
I wish I hated you. It's been a year and a half and you still text me. You still tell me about her: that woman you left me for. Apparently, you're split for good this time. You told me you stayed with her so that losing me wouldn't have been for nothing.
You told me your grandpa cried when you told him we broke up. You told me your mom still misses me. You still text my sister. You two were friends. You just texted me telling me you're meeting today. I hope she spits on you.
I wish I hated you. I wish I could be mean to you. I wish I could tell you to leave me the hell alone. I don't love you. But I wish I hated you.
You told me, "I could never want anyone else." You told me, "No one else compares to you." You told me I was enough. You told me I was everything.
I love someone else now. Someone who tells me those same things. I don't believe him. I wish I believed him.
You ruined me.
I wish I hated you.
To the answer of my prayers
Love, it's been a tough ride. We've been together now for about a year and two months. Believe me when I say, I am beyond blessed to have you in my life. Believe me when I say, I don't know what I've done in my past life to deserve you in this lifetime. Believe me when I say, I love you so much.
How I wish we can have more time together---a forever if God permits. But I don't really think that is possible for us now.
We are on the verge of falling apart. We are at a crossroad---oh how I hate these crossroads. A day will come we would have to decide on which on road to take. Although, I feel in me that you are taking the road away from me, there is a tiny part in me clinging on to the hope that you will choose to be with me in this roller coaster of life.
I hate to admit that when the time comes that you would decide for us to go on separate ways, I do not have much choice but to let you be. I love you. God knows how much I love you. But if in setting you free makes you happier, I would do so.
Just as what I have promised to you, I'll always be here for you. Just a message away. I love you and farewell. Til we meet again, my love.
PS. When the time comes, break it to me gently
I Opened The Box
I'm still drunk. I started drinking with my friends. We talked about relationships and all that. After I got home from work of course. I opened the box. I had been wanting to for the past week. Since I saw you in my dream. We were both furious at each other. I opened the box. They said high school relationships don't mean anything at this point. To some degree I believe them. To some degree I believe I am stupid for willing to wait for you to come back even though I am the one that set on this path of separation from each other. I don't know why I'm so willing to wait even though I know you aren't coming back. I know you aren't thinking of me. I know it's really over but even after a year I can't let go. I just want to be free from this. I want to fall in love with someone else and be able to have with them what you would never want for us to have. What was so wrong with me? What is so wrong with me? If I thought about it for too long I'd probably die. But whatever, go after whatever you want. I know it isn't me.
You're still perfect, J, in all your imperfections.
A few months ago on a morning like this, you were sitting across my lap, and I didn't want to let go. I missed you before you even left.
I thought you'd be the one but then you said I was too much, I was, you were right. Then things got uglier and worse.
I lost you. For a little while but you still seem so drawn to me and I still feel a hole in my heart where I miss you every single day.
I meant it when we exchanged I love yous back then and if you said it now, I'd mean it again. I love you J and I could never hate you. I believe you when you say you couldn't hate me either. I just wish you could love me.
To the girl who I'm finally free of
This is my third letter to you that I've posted here, and it will be the last. The only reason I'm not sending it is because you don't deserve any explanation or reason. I've finally uprooted you from my life. I've blocked you from nearly every possible avenue of contact. I've destroyed every relic of you that I kept. I've reached the point where I move on and leave you in my past to rot.
I know you'll play the victim, as you always do. In fact, I hope that's exactly what you do. I'd revel in the idea that you gag at the sight of me, that you feel bitterness take over when you hear my name. I hope it poisons your happy memories with me. I pray that you'll put all the blame on me and let it stew until you realize that all of this was your fault.
You treated me like I was worthless to you. You acted like being around me was a chore, or an obligation. You exploited my greatest fears and weaknesses and broke my trust again and again until I was paranoid and afraid. You lied to me about the things that were most important to me. You accused me of threatening you. You accused me of abusing you. You ripped the rug out from under me and then blamed me for standing on it in the first place.
I came crawling back to you time and again, hoping that you might see how much you were hurting me. I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I always took your perspective into account and never shamed you for the way you felt.
And for all my effort and compassion, you threw my love in the trash like a sack of garbage.
But you didn't stop there, oh no. You told me I wasn't trying hard enough. You said I wasn't good enough. You said that "people like me would be better off alone forever". F-ck you for that, by the way.
I gave you so many chances. I gave you time, hoping that you might come around and see how harmful and crushing you have been to me. But you wouldn't apologize for a single thing. Not once, did you ever express guilt, or even recognize that you had been such a horrible person in any way. That's it; that's the last straw for me. I draw the line now. You had so many chances to apologize for even one small thing, but you still decided to waste them, and blame me anyway.
I honestly feel so relieved right now. Your manipulation and gaslighting are gone, and I'm free to be as happy as I possibly can. I let you hold me down for so long, but not a minute more. I am finished.
Elizabeth, you will never be a part of my life again.
I hope you choke.
Email I wish I sent my superior who was rude to me despite me taking on extra work
I wish I could've replied and copied the other couple hundred people in my office:
"Listen b-tch, I wanted to check my schedule before I committed to anything precisely in the interest of not wasting your time. Don't ever f___ing talk to me or anyone like that again. If you're having a bad day, that's unfortunate, but you can't talk to me like that especially after last week when you reprimanded a colleague for talking down to her colleagues because she had a bad day.
Consider this my resignation. You and others in your position have no idea how dissatisfied people are, and you don't care. F-ck you all"
People hard up for cash will do anything. But what about the other way around?
There are a ton of jobs or favors that don't require much skill, experience, or labor, and people who are fortunate enough to get hired walk away with a king's ransom.
Looking for those kinds of "jobs," however, is like finding a teardrop in the ocean.
"What's the dumbest thing you were paid to do and how much were you paid?"
Good luck finding these well-paying tasks.
"Had a WFH gig working sort of as a personal assistant for a rich guy on the opposite coast from me. I did all kinds of wacky sh*t for him. For example, one time I had to break up with my boss's girlfriend because he was too wimpy to do it himself. That was literally my job."
"One day, I bought him a new pickup truck. Meaning, I negotiated the deal and paid for the truck with his credit card. All in all, I'd say the process probably took about two weeks, for which I was paid my usual wage at six hours per day. No big deal."
"Somehow, his dad found out about the new truck and he decided he wanted a new pickup truck too. He called me about a week after I bought the truck for my boss and said he'd pay me $2,000 to buy a truck for him. I called the same dealership back, spoke to the same salesman, told him what was up and basically said give me another truck, same price as before. The salesman was only too happy to comply."
"It took ten minutes to make the phone call and then a day or two to get the title and other paperwork sorted out. So, depending on how you look at it, I made $2,000 for just ten minutes worth of 'work.'"
"Somehow, my boss's rich friend found out about all this. He decided he wanted a new SUV. 'OhYeahThrowItAway, you have to buy it for me!' I told him the last time I bought someone a vehicle, I got paid $2,000. The friend was basically like F'k it, I'll pay you $3,000, just get it for me' and then he emailed me his wish list."
"That deal took a little longer, maybe two weeks."
"I made $5k extra in just two months buying vehicles for lazy (or dumb) rich people."
Staying Out Of The Picture
"I was paid $300 to move my car for a movie that was filming by my apartment."
Pack It Up
"Got paid 10k to leave an apartment because it was sold and new owner wanted to move in. I was tenant (renter) under previous owner. I had 4 months left in my rental contract. This was in Spain (Barcelona)."
"I was flown to Paris to do a compliance audit, the systems weren't set up for the audit, couldn't get access so spent the week being taken to restaurants and shopping. On 1 of the days and at the last minute the company decided to send me to London for a meeting, literally just to meet people. I missed the Eurostar because I forgot my passport (totally blanked that I was entering another country), they had to rebook the Eurostar. Nothing was achieved out of this trip. No audit was completed. Nothing came of the meeting. The cost to the company 25k+ for me to do nothing for a week. Corporate money is ridiculous money."
Not much labor was required for these so-called "jobs."
Ten-Minutes Of "Work"
"I used to work for a PR agency. Every month one of our clients wanted a handful of photos re-sized for their website; nothing fancy, just setting the width to 500px in Windows Photo Manager."
"It was maybe ten minutes of work every month, but the contract said the minimum amount of time we would charge them for was one day - and this was for the full team too, not just me. It must have cost them several hundred pounds every month."
"I showed the client how to do it several times, and explained that they could save a lot of money doing it themselves. They didn't seem to mind."
"In the end I made sure I got it in writing that I'd informed them of their options and let them get on with it."
Thank You, Goodbye
"$175 to do some kind of user study at Netflix, I show up in the lobby and then they go, 'actually we got the data we needed from the studies earlier today, you're free to go!'. Still got paid!"
"I did an event for a national association for deaf people at which they did every presentation in ASL. I am an audio engineer, who specializes in live sound and concerts. I did nothing for 5 days of show, $450 a day."
Paid To Play
"I got asked to do 2 hours of barrier watch (Guarding a barrier ribbon while a crew did x rays inside a power plant). This was asked last minute after a 12 hour shift so the bonuses of staying happening to be a Sunday, etc I was being paid $110 to stand and play on my phone and make sure sure nobody tried to pass all the DO NOT ENTER DANGER DANGER signs during a time of day with minimal personnel."
"I rented my chicken to a photographer for fifty bucks."
Gotta Have Wendy's
"I was driving for uber. Picked up a bunch of drunks at like 2 AM. They were like 'Yo we gotta grab some Wendy' I go 'I'm sorry this is my busy period' they go 'Can we bribe you?' I go 'Absolutely you can bribe me.'"
"One the guys said I'll give you $100...I was shocked it was that high, another guy said '$150' and finally his wife said 'F'k it I want Wendy $200 and we buy you Wendy too.'"
"I finally said yes, FYI I hadn't said yes yet because the reality is $20-$40 would have gotten me to stop at Wendy."
"So there I sat at Wendy as those 3 drunks bought me wendy and paid me $200."
"One time I was at this super fancy dinner party. I'm talking servers and everything, I was in a freaking tux! It was outside and catered by a professional bbq company. I mean these guys had won international competitions. Well get this, they were double booked and didn't show. The other servers didn't know how to grill, and this totally smokin server in her 30s is just staring at the grill like a deer in the headlights. Well I don't want to be a hero but I ask if I can help. The entire staff spend the rest of the night bringing me drinks as I make this bbq and NOBODY realizes the award winning chefs didn't show up!"
Where Do We Apply?
"Ok this wasn't a job or anything.... But I got 10$ to eat half a watermelon."
Some opportunities present themselves.
When I was a kid, I hung out at a Japanese summer festival booth where you roll a bowling ball on a track that had two hills. The objective was to push the ball hard enough to get it over the first hill but not too hard to get it over the second hill.
I was fascinated with the challenge and stayed there for a long time as my parents were over by the food booths with their friends.
It was a slow day, and the dude working the booth wanted to peace out for a bit, so he offered to pay me $50 to "hang out" in his stead.
Of course, I said "sure."
No one ever came, and I earned fifty bucks rolling bowling balls for an hour. Was it the dumbest thing I ever did for money? Maybe, but I laughed all the way to the piggy bank that day.
That guy really must have despised his post enough to give a twelve-year-old kid $50.
Everyone talks about how the 20s are supposed to be the time of our lives. And that's largely true. But it's not all wine and roses.
Among all the freedom and youthful exuberance, so many people spend that decade struggling through the chaos of having absolutely no idea what their passion is.
And when we've internalized the desire to find an occupation that aligns with our values, sounds cool to talk about, and provides us with existential fulfillment, it can be difficult to identify the perfect fit.
So we hum along rather aimlessly.
Thankfully, some people do find their vocation and hunker down. But for others, it takes a little longer.
Perhaps struggling to locate that ideal passion, Redditor wibly_wobly_kid asked:
"People who discovered their passion at a later stage of life, what is it and how did you figure it out?"
Many people talked about making a career switch when they least expected. For the longest time, they new they didn't enjoy their work, but they didn't know what to do instead.
Hiding In Plain Sight
"I went to college twice in my early 20s for journalism and communications, but never graduated. I spent the rest of my 20s in a dead end food service job, miserable and angry at myself. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life"
"My extended family has lots of little ones (cousins having cousins) and every time there was a family get together, I always found myself playing with and entertaining the kids. One day, my uncle pointed out how good I was with kids, and did I ever consider working with them? I laughed it off but later thought 'hey, I have nothing better going on. What's the harm in researching a bit?' "
"I found out I could become an early childhood educator, working in daycares or kindergarten classes. So I applied to a couple of colleges and got in right away (applied on a Monday and got accepted the Friday). I quit my dead-end job and focused entirely on school. I made the dean's list all 4 semesters (something I have never done), and aced all my classes."
"I had a placement at a daycare/before and after school card place, and they hired me right after I finished my placement. So now I'm working there and happier than I ever was in my 20s"
Never Too Late
"Law. I was 45 when I went back to school. I'd worked blue collar jobs all my life, was a high school dropout. My daughter started taking paralegal classes and I thought, 'I could do that.' "
"So I got my GED and signed up for a 2-year paralegal certificate program through the local community college. Fell in love with law. Also discovered I was good at it. I had several professors who were lawyers tell me I'd be wasted as a paralegal and should go to law school."
"So I transferred to a 4-year school. Worked full time through undergrad and graduated with honors. Got into law school. I graduated law school at 55, oldest in my class. But I'd gone from being a high school dropout to a lawyer in just 10 years."
"Passed the California bar first try and I've been a public defender ever since, which is the only thing I ever wanted to do with it. I'm 60 now but I'm healthy and energetic and have a lot of years left. I love what I do, I'm very good at it, and it's the best move I ever made."
Every Week an Achievement
"Was 39 when I took a temp job in a social services type industry. Just basic stuff."
"Realised after a couple of years that I'd circled back to my idealistic 17yo self's plan for my career. Spent the previous 20 working sh** jobs I hated."
"Turns out it's really important to do something that aligns with your values. Finish the week feeling like I've contributed to society, rather than working to screw people for money."
Others discussed the passions they've discovered outside of their working life. These won't bring home any income, but their importance to life satisfaction cannot be understated.
"My dad discovered his life's biggest passion at 67. Mountain climbing. Serious mountaineering."
"He climbed Kilimanjaro and Whitney just months apart."
Plenty More Shredding In Store
"I started Rollerskating (on ramps) just before I turned 40 , it's never too late to start, you just need more safety gear :)"
"I've been doing it for years now I'm in my mid 40s and still rollin. It makes me a bit sad I didn't start when I was younger, but I reckon i've got another ten years left in me."
Moving the Needle On Women's Pockets
"Sewing/tailoring clothes. On a whim I took a class at a local community center and got hooked. After learning some basics in the class and following some YouTube videos I can make a passable pair of pants/trousers and basic shirts. I'm lucky that my local library had sewing machines you could check out so I didn't need to commit any real money early on."
"The best thing to come out of learning this new skill was making a pair of pants with actual pockets for my wife. Guys, you have not seen joy until you see your wife get a pair of functional custom pants with human-sized pockets. I thought her head was going to explode she was so happy."
Keep an Ear Out for Jingles
"I always wanted to learn an instrument that wasn't academic related."
"Over COVID lockdown I picked up the guitar."
"I picked it up pretty quick. So I learned the drums."
"Now I'm finishing building a music studio. I wanna write commercial jingles and just throw a bunch of sh** online for fun"
Unexpected, But Sounds Awesome
"I'm 31, but one year ago I discovered camels. Now I own three. I love them 🥰" -- ZhenHen
"I assume you are not talking about cigarettes, so how does one acquire not only one but three camels? Where do you live? How much did they cost? I'm very intrigued." -- dufresne90
"When you're into camels, every day is Hump Day." -- HolIerer
And a few put a finer point on the nature of that work vs. hobbies dynamic. They assured that one's professional career doesn't necessarily have to provide all the fulfillment they're looking for.
Sometimes, we just need to punch the clock.
Earning Free Time
"PSA: you don't have to be passionate about your job. Your passion can be a hobby you do in your free time. I don't think I will ever find a vocational passion."
"Used to think I was broken because of that but really there is no requirement to be head over heels about what puts money on the table and food in the pocket!"
Career's Moving, Still Painting
"Late 40s here. Got a book called Learn to Draw in 30 Days about 4 years ago. Then about 3 years ago I heard about #the100daychallenge where the goal is to create art every day for 100 days. I never stopped and made it a goal to hit 1000 days."
"In that time, I won contests, got about two hundred commissions, raised over $5000 for a charity, and had a great time. When I hit the 1000 days back in December, I decided to go back to college and get an art degree. I signed up for classes and talked with my manager at work to see how much they would pay for college, she was excited that I was going to get a business degree and said she'd work on getting all of the classes covered."
"Free college became too tempting to pass up so now I'm planning on getting the business degree and then on to law school because they'll pay for that too. I just finished my first semester with a 4.0 and I'm on day 1136 of my non-stop painting journey."
So if you're still looking around for your passion and feeling discouraged, rest assured that it might come your way when you least expect it.
And life is long, my friends.
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Don't disturb my beauty sleep! That's the one rule I have––and thankfully I live alone, so there isn't anyone to bother me, which is fabulous. But that doesn't mean I'm immune to getting woken up in the middle of the night. The worst way I can think of off the top of my head? The time a drunk guy wandered into my friend's yard and started banging on the window while I was trying to sleep. It was 3 a.m. The incident also gave me the fright of my life!
People told us about the experiences that yanked them out of dreamland after Redditor GratefulD_86 asked the online community,
"What is the worst way you've been woken up?"
"By raw sewage pouring through my ceiling (in my bedroom) from my upstairs neighbor.
He partied and ripped the toilet out of the floor, then continued using it. Took maintenance almost 16 hours to show up and turn off the flow."
"I literally didn't even know..."
"Cops beating on my door to search my house for someone I was hiding. I literally didn't even know the person."
Terrifying. This could have ended very badly.
"Cops busted down my door..."
"Cops busted down my door to take me to jail for having meth except. They had the wrong house."
"Neighbor decided to hang shelves in her bathroom after midnight and drilled into our shared wall. Scared the crap out of me."
The walls do indeed have ears.
"The phone woke me up..."
"The phone woke me up a little after midnight. I was informed that my mother had died. It was not totally unexpected. Her health had been declining.
I still dread hearing the phone ring late at night."
"A cockroach entering my mouth on my first day of camp."
"Police department knocking..."
"Police department knocking on my door at 2 a.m. saying the meth lab across the street might blow up so we needed to get out ASAP."
Is this a deleted episode of Breaking Bad?
"My cats were chasing each other..."
"My cats were chasing each other and one ran across my face while I was sleeping. The scratches were pretty bad all across one side of my face. It was the day before my senior prom too, so I ended up having a scratched-up face for that. I still have a scar right by my eye."
Cats are always at their most unpredictable very late at night!
"My Dad would keep a bag of marbles in the freezer. If you didn't wake up the first time, he dumped them into your bed."
"The neighbor in the building across from us..."
"Glass shattering. Lived in a 6 story apartment building. The neighbor in the building across from us was having some kind of psychotic break and was throwing everything he could get his hands on off his balcony. He was aiming for the windows of other apartments. We were far enough away to not get hit but watching that go down was not super fun."
We don't envy anyone of these people. Hopefully their lives have been filled with plenty of glorious, uninterrupted sleep since.
Have some of your own stories? Feel free to tell us about them in the comments below!
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I love food! Maybe a little too much. It's been an especially amorous relationship over this pandemic. And I know I'm not alone.
All of our palettes are tuned to our own personal tastes. And sometimes certain items and combinations of tastes can leave others less than enticed.
I've lost track of all the side-eye I've gotten when I declare how much I enjoy PINEAPPLE on pizza. I said it. I meant it. Fight me. Let's discuss who else has eclectic tastes.
Redditor u/CatVideoFest wanted to discuss the mixing of certain ingredients that don't leave the best taste in one's mouth by asking:
Food is for survival. That was the plan. But over the years it has become somewhat of a way of life. Some of the most annoying people are foodies. They get so uppity about the preferences of others. Like, let me just enjoy what I enjoy.
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"I don't like my mom's cooking."
"Livestock have refused to eat my mother's cooking. She's a terror in the kitchen."
Take them OUT!!
"I hate walnuts in baked goods. It tastes like wood shavings and completely ruins the flavor."
"I love walnuts but I feel this way about raisins in baked goods, raisins are fine by themselves but not in sweets, I once ordered cinnamon rolls at Hardee's and bit into it and found out there were raisins in it, and I was grossed out and didn't want to eat it. At least freakin' McDonald's serves real cinnamon rolls without freakn' raisins!"
The Fart Ingredient
"I don't like kidney beans except in chili."
Oh thew Crunch...
"Pickles and onion make the best sandwich. I make most of my own pickles from stuff I grow or get from local farms in the fall, but I responded to another comment with two different heinous concoctions I enjoy. Crunchy, salty, sour. I really like pickles and onions to begin with."
"I use more than pickled cucumber though. Like the last one I made, I used garlic naan, mayo, red onion, scallions, pickled garlic, green olives, Kalamata olives, garlic dill cucumber, and green beans. Shallot, sour pickled onion, sweet pickled cucumbers, and sushi ginger on sprouted 14 grain bread is also also a favorite of mine."
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"I do not like bacon."
Who doesn't like bacon? That seems like a sacrilege. Right? But to each their own. Though I will never understand not loving walnuts in comfort food. Y'all need more self love.
Love the Big M
"Fast food tastes amazing, yeah its unhealthy as hell but don't you sit there and lie and say it tastes bad."
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"Cheesecake is disgusting."
Too Many Legs
"Lobsters and crabs are giant insects."
"I don't really think that's that controversial, in my area of the world we even call this creature a 'Moreton Bay Bug' even though some fisheries try to give it the more appealing name of 'flathead lobster'."
"Boneless wings are vastly superior to bone-in wings. I think bone-in wings are a ripoff because when you get half a pound of them, part of that half-pound is inedible. It's like if you ordered a quarter-pound cheeseburger, but the restaurant considers the weight of the plate to be part of that quarter-pound and you end up with just a slider. Just give me some damn meat."
The Slimeman oyster GIFGiphy
"Oysters are truly disgusting and absurdly overpriced for quarter sized pieces of snot that tastes like salt water and hot sauce."
Ok, I'm trying to stay calm. I don't want to judge. But some of these opinions... are leaving me shook. Except the oysters. That is that work of the devil. Look away...
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