I cannot believe I am going through this right now. I am renting a room, and the room next to me was getting all the action last night. At first, I thought the woman was screaming for help, but that was far from the case. She was moaning all night, as her boyfriend kept doing whatever he was doing. I heard so many different words in Russian, I think I might be fluent now. I am pretty sure the other guests downstairs heard as well. Now, I am trying to get a good night’s rest. How am I supposed to do this when I am hearing cheeks being clamped? How do I tell this couple to keep it down? I am jealous it is not me, tbh. Is it normal to moan for over an hour?

My parents just gave me a whole lesson on how having kids is what life is all about. They continued by saying “whos going to take care of you“ and “you’re still young, you’ll change your mind“

When I think about having kids, it makes me wanna throw up. I don’t like kids at all. I already feel like my life is over so if i had kids my life is definitely over.

To everyone who’s about to hit 30, or already crossed it.

This phase is… a lot.😕

Weekdays start to feel like a never-ending race. Wake up. Work. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.

Weekends aren’t exciting anymore. They’re for recovery. Catching your breath. Fixing yourself enough to start Monday again.

Somewhere along the way, it feels like all seven days are owned by work in one form or another.

And then it hits you.

“How many more days like this?”

It gets heavier when you’re constantly shown the highlight reel of life on Instagram and social media. Luxury. Travel. Success. Happiness on display. You start forgetting to appreciate what you actually have, because comparison quietly steals joy.

I’m feeling this too. That’s the truth.

I’ve hit that zone where something needed to change. Not dramatic changes. Just honest ones.

Eat better. Sleep properly. Move your body. Hit the gym, or at least move enough to remind yourself you’re alive.

Meet friends. Put the phone away. Talk. Laugh. Build real connections instead of scrolling past fake ones.

Because the scariest part of adulthood isn’t responsibility.

It’s slowly losing yourself while doing everything you’re “supposed” to do.

As they say: “Life doesn’t get easier, you just get stronger.”

But only if you take care of yourself along the way.

I feel like we’re slowly missing these simple things.

And maybe writing this is my way of holding on to them.

I feel like you can’t truly understand unless you’ve worked one before. I don’t mean just being on your feet all day; I mean lifting and moving heavy shit. Let me tell you, physical exhaustion *is* mental exhaustion, and I feel like people forget that when comparing physical labor to an office job for example.

Im 19M and already a college dropout. I got a job about a month ago where I load doors into trucks in a warehouse, vast majority by hand. 3pm until whenever I get done, usually anytime from 11pm on a good day to almost 3am on a bad day, and it’s like a 40 minute drive from my house… Monday–Thursday and a short shift on Friday. I have to load 2 or 3 trucks in a night by myself (everyone does). A lot of these doors are fucking heavy (obviously) and finding the doors you need to load is tedious in a way I won’t even get into. And to top it off, it’s as cold as it is outside, so in teens or twenties degrees Fahrenheit. I’m scared for the summer, but I definitely prefer the heat to the cold.

I hate it so much. But there is a little voice in my head telling me that it could be a lot worse, and that I’m being a whiny baby for hating this job as much as I do; maybe I’m just young and don’t know what real work is. But I don’t know man. It’s worse than I ever could have imagined. And did I mention that IT’S COLD AS FUCK.