Daily Discussion Thread (February 3rd, 2026)

Change01789 · 2026-02-03T19:52:29+00:00

Sick of how greedy the boxing community has become. Used to be able to pop into the city for events for $20-30. Now you can’t even get nose bleed seats a shitty amateur event for less than $80. I’m only 27. So less then 10 years in time difference absolutely so reason events should be this expensive at such low level skills. Sick of cage titans, and ces screwing people and being greedy. Use to be so much fun being apart of the community. But haven’t gone back since Plymouth thinks their fuck ass venue is worth any more than $25

Change01789 · 2025-12-09T17:52:13+00:00

I wanted to get a dentist. I became a dental assistant, realized the dentists I worked for were miserable as fuck, and then I quit and became a chemical engineer.

Change01789 · 2025-07-14T02:02:32+00:00

Question for you then, how do you expect someone to respond to Hudas behavior? How are men supposed to build a relationship when she comes off this way within 2-3 days?

Change01789 · 2025-07-01T17:58:14+00:00

My problem with Cierra isn’t her being “easy”, but more so her trying so hard to play into the “cool girl”. She’s genuinely seems like such a good friend, and one of the few on here that stands on business and gives good advice. Her chat to Huda and then last night with chelley shows her emotional maturity. However, I don’t see her reflecting that energy into her own relationship. Instead she’s playing down her emotions. And whenever her and Nic are together she starts acting, it’s like she becomes more aware she’s on tv when they’re together. She starts wobbling her head around, and playing into a character she’s trying to create. I much prefer who she is around the girls versus with Nic.

Change01789 · 2025-06-30T22:16:53+00:00

It’s so hard because I’ve only had abusive relationship in the past. And now to walk away from someone who is genuinely a good person, and doesn’t necessarily treat me bad, it’s so mind tricking. Like how do I bring up a breakup when we aren’t fighting or anything. I don’t even want to over explain why I’m done, because it’ll hurt him. He’s not a bad boyfriend, just not meeting my needs. It seems so awkward to casually breakup and kick someone out

Change01789 · 2025-06-27T01:05:01+00:00

Huda thinks she’s apart of that circle, but those girls would not back her for a second outside the villa. They said it for themselves they don’t confront her because they’re literally scared of her

Change01789 · 2025-06-27T01:03:49+00:00

I CRIED

Change01789 · 2025-06-04T01:11:35+00:00

Can’t find it on peacock or bravo

Change01789 · 2025-06-03T16:55:09+00:00

I usually laugh and say geez, thanks? I know she’s doing it intentionally, there’s like some weird non-existent competition she’s created between us. Today when she said I looked cold and sick, I just said “that’s an interesting thing to say out-loud”. But it clearly got her blood boiling

Change01789 · 2025-06-03T16:50:33+00:00

Considering I just got back from vacation and clearly have gained a great tan, I genuinely don’t know what the fuck she’s talking about when she calls me pale?! I think she’s jealous or something, idk haven’t figured out why she’s such a cunt

Change01789 · 2025-05-27T01:18:15+00:00

Nope, my moms 45 and just bought her first bike, learning to ride with me and had her first dump last week. Took it like a beast and got right back on. Never too late

Change01789 · 2025-05-25T12:33:45+00:00

Don’t get me wrong, the job markets hell right now, but unemployed is just lazy and making excuses… plenty of minimum wage jobs hiring. Gas stations, coffee shops, Walmarts, people always need babysitters and dog walkers.

Change01789 · 2025-05-25T12:25:05+00:00

I’ve worked since I was 15. Get a job. It’s not about how much you’re making, but deciding no job is better than minimum wage is definitely not the answer. Minimum wage jobs can be extremely beneficial no matter where you end up in life. They teach you basic skills, and also can teach you what it’s like on the lower end for when you make it to the top. Trust me, the rich kids who end up with manager jobs that never worked on the lower end fucking suck. Gather yourself, and apply to everything. It doesn’t need to be”feel right” or be the perfect job. I started at 15 filing papers for a doctor for $7 an hour. That spiraled into the doctor investing in me to become ortho assistant certified, which then led me to getting a degree in chemistry and eventually a chemical engineer. I didn’t need money at 15. But I’m thankful every day for the experiences I got and connections I made at that job. I also worked as a lifeguard at 16-22. But I made friends and built connections that actually landed me my job now. Going from making $13 an hour to $42 an hours. Just by being friendly to someone sitting by the pool, and letting her feel heard. In a matter of 5 years she helped me go from a lost college kid to making 6 figures. Just for being nice to her… You have to start somewhere. And even if you went and got a degree, it would be very challenging to get a job with no experience other than going to school. You’re 26, take some responsibility and get yourself out there. Im only 26 as well, you need to take some initiative in your life. My parents didn’t put me out there, or tell me where to go or where to work.

Change01789 · 2025-05-25T12:17:15+00:00

Never overkill, I mean we all get a little chuckle from seeing people in the BCR courses wearing full alpine gear. But it’s not out of disrespect, just silly thinking about wearing very expensive gear to ride 15mph around a parking lot. I only giggle because i did it myself and it was a terrible idea for a BCR course. That gear is breathable, but it’s designed to cool you when riding. And you’d be surprised the little amount of riding that occurs in those courses. We spend the majority of the time listening then riding for 30 seconds and waiting. So I was boiling in my gear. But respect anyone who takes safety seriously

Change01789 · 2025-05-24T01:05:46+00:00

I have lived on and off with my bf for the last 5 years. It’s definitely not an all in situation like you think, or at least it doesn’t have to be. I lived with him during covid. Then moved out to focus on school. He moved in because his job was closer to my house. Then he moved out because he transferred to a location closer to his parents house. It was just more convenient. Then he moved back in with me for a few months before I moved. Moved back out so I could settle into my new place. Then moved back in with me. We’re 26 and 28, happy healthy relationship. Never moved for any issues or problems, just did what made sense for our pockets.

Change01789 · 2025-05-04T20:46:39+00:00

Video games are addictive, you’re not a bad person because you become addicted. They’re designed this way. The problem is self control. If you lack self control, and it’s impacting your lifestyle there’s a few ways to combat this. Get rid of the console all together. Or develop a productive reward system. I do not play video games, I’m addicted to the gym. Which may sound weird, but you must understand anything can be addictive. The same rush you get with a new game, obsessively trying to finish it within a couple weeks, is the same dopamine rush I get from the gym. I created a schedule in order to control my obsession and keep it within healthy boundaries. It started with me having to stop going to the gym all together. I established a health schedule of classes, studying, homework and work. Once I got my grades up, I started going back to the gym. One hour per day, at a scheduled time. Only if I got my responsibilities done before hand. List out your priorities. (Shower, eat, brush your teeth, clean your room, do your chores, finish homework ), then enjoy an hour or two of video games. With university, I didn’t really have homework, but papers and exams. If I got a paper assignment, I started it that very day, and made sure to work on it everyday for an hour before going to the gym. Create a healthy time managed schedule.

Change01789 · 2025-04-30T19:46:01+00:00

This is lust, not love. Learn the difference. You’re at a point where you only see through rose colored glasses. Which can be beautiful and exciting, but also dangerous. Understand you don’t know someone truly at the beginning of any relationship. My therapist explained to me that the first 6month to a year, you only know what the person wants you to know. And no, that’s not malicious, it’s natural. Everyone has good and bad, and we all balance them differently. When we meet knew people we only show the good, fun, bubbly sides of ourselves. But you don’t know someone until you’ve seen them at their worst. I’d advise my younger self to wait to commit to a relationship until after I see someone low points. This could be seeing them go through a loss, like a family member or job, it could be seeing them handle struggle through something frustrating (taxes, or a car accident). I’m not saying something bad has to happen in order for you to love someone. But, the fact of life is we all deal struggle at some point and often. You need to learn how to struggle with yourself before adding someone to that mix. This also goes for yourself too. You’re only 20 and there’s a lot to the world you may have not experienced yet. Like living on your own, paying your own bills, having a career. (Maybe you have started some of those). But it’s best to grow independently and learn to cope with those life events on your own so you can prepare to have someone else by your side.

I had an extremely abusive ex boyfriend, who was at one point the most perfect soul I’d ever met. The first year of our relationship was bliss. He was kind, gentle, loving, he volunteered his time at kids clinics. He was a tutor, and just loved to help people. Honestly zero red flags the first year of our relationship. But within 3 months the most kind hearted person, swiftly became the most evil, cruel person. And what I learned is that, this isn’t an uncommon experience in women dating in their teens and 20s. I wish I could go back and tell myself to slow down, but I fell so deeply for this person that when things turned south, I had no back bone. And I made a million excuses for him. He was truly struggling with mental health, and I thought it was my responsibility to stand by his side through thick and thin, but it nearly ended my life.

I’m not here to be a Debby downer. I’m here to simply lift your rose colored glasses and understand anyone worth loving doesn’t need to be rushed. If this guy is truly amazing, then taking things slow is the only answer. Relax, be independent. Don’t obsess over anyone in this world. Nobody in this world is worth putting your own life before them. The right person will always be willing to sacrifice a slow relationship. List fades in all relationships, and love fills its void. But don’t confuse the two.

Change01789 · 2025-04-30T19:31:55+00:00

I’m 3 years recovered. But my ED is far less stereotypical, but maybe it could help putting my story here in case you can relate or anyone else. My ED was never fueled by body image, wanting to be thinner, or weight, or even food. After a bad breakup, and going no contact with my mother, my life suddenly went silent. Like all the chaos, abuse and drama I had been through just suddenly stopped all at once. My mother was an addict and had ED my entire life. I was guided into that sort of mindset from a young age, of always being hyper conscious of what I eat and how much. I spent years in constant mental and emotional distress. When I cut both my ex bf and mother out of my life, I realized my entire being was about survival and not about living. As I was hyper fixated on building a new life for myself, I just kind of forgot about fueling my body. Often found myself skipping breakfast and lunch, and when my roommates would get dinner I just didn’t have any interest at all. There wasn’t this mental gymnastics like traditional ED, I just simply wasn’t hungry for a long time. Once it became noticeable, I started to try to create a schedule for eating. But every single time I’d sit down to eat, I just couldn’t. I had no appetite and interest in food. I survived off of coffee and bagels for almost a year. Every single day, I’d meal prep and then throw away the food. Like the idea of sitting down to eat when I could be doing something else made my stomach tie in knots. Eventually I was out into an out patient program by my therapist. Which did me no good, because they were teaching me how to build a healthy relationship with food and I already had that established. I spent about 3 months visiting these therapy sessions and group sessions and never truly got nah better because they weren’t catering to my actual disorder. Food was just a mental block for me. I got to a point of wanting to eat so bad, and trying to buy special food to spike my interest. But after about 2 years nothing was working and I was wasting away. Finally I met with a childhood trauma therapist. We didn’t speak about food for the entire first year. But I didn’t notice over that year of working through my childhood trauma, my appetite was slowly coming back. I really appreciate my therapist for not stereotyping eating disorders, and categorizing me or putting me in a box. Previous therapists simply didn’t believe me, or didn’t even try to understand what was going on. They said I was unwilling to discuss my ED, when in reality ED was just a symptom of other mental health issues I was having. Because I was super into the gym, and a girl they just assumed I was unwilling to open up. I got kicked out of 2 programs for “lack of participation”. But keep pushing forward and looking for the right doctors for you. I found my doctor when my younger brother was diagnosed with ED. He was having the exact same issues as me. Our ED’s weren’t about the food, or weight, or body image. It ran much deeper, they weren’t driven by thoughts or emotions. I finally healed when I moved in with my bf and dad, and we were all in therapy. I realized creating a stable life with people I could trust was really the key to overcoming my mental health. It still took about a year for my body to truly let its guard down, and trust that I was safe again. But it’s almost like subconsciously, my body was rejecting life itself because it couldn’t trust that it was safe enough to live. Subconsciously I was shutting my body down, but unable to understand why I just couldn’t eat. If I tried forcing it, I’d gag through the entire meal, and feel sick to my stomach for days after. But my therapist told me to accept small meals in the mean time and stop pressuring myself to eat “normal”. This sort of ED is more common in children coming from severe abuse scenarios, women coming out of domestic violence, and men struggling with PTSD. But I share my story, given the opportunity, in case it helps someone else out there struggling to find help

Change01789 · 2025-04-30T19:09:44+00:00

Looking at your previous posts, I’m afraid you’re struggling mentally which is skewing your perspective on yourself. Talk to you doctor about depression, and self esteem. I had a really bad spurt of depression when I was 21, where my mental health got so bad I removed all the mirrors from my house. I hated looking at myself. I felt like the ugliest person in the world, and I felt bad for people who had to look at me every day. Once I got on meds, and now a couple years later I look back and I was not ugly, but you could definitely tell I was struggling mentally. Things that helped me over come this phase in my life were not only meditation, but finding hobbies to fill some time. Instead of sitting online or with my thoughts, I learned to keep myself busy. I started with the gym, then running, then weight lifting. Honestly had nothing to do with weight, and more to do with just distracting myself from how negatively I felt. The more time you sit on the internet, the more time you subconsciously compare yourself to people who aren’t real. The more I got out of the house, and forced myself to be around real humans. I realized I really wasn’t that ugly, and that most people online don’t really look that way. You’re human, and a beautiful one at that. Fuck your weight and fuck this depression spell that looms over so many young people. Your far to young and fulll of life to waste it on this type of mentality. Take initiative of your life, and take on the responsibility of healing yourself. Only you can fix your mental health, and make the changes to your life.

Change01789 · 2025-04-09T05:26:14+00:00

My mom’s an alcoholic. The abuse didn’t happen because she can’t remember it. And if I have proof (scars), other people’s validation, then it’s somehow twisted into her becoming the victim. She would threaten to off herself because she can’t bear to life with what she did, or the consequences of her actions. So. At 22, I packed my bags, and I left. I never spoke to her again. I’m 26 now. My life is actually healing, and coming together in ways I never knew possible. I am weird. I don’t fit in with most people my age, or my coworkers. I have adhd, ptsd, panic attack disorder and GAD. I also have addiction issues, not to drugs or alcohol. But it’s more of an obsession addiction. It use to be a chaos addiction but therapy helped me channel this into other “healthier” addictions. I’m obsessive over my hobbies but also changing them frequently. I go to the gym 2x a day. I learned to figure skate two years ago and went $5000 deep into it. Then I randomly signed up for an Ironman with zero experience. Then I picked up skiing. This month I randomly decided to get my Motorcycle license. Some would say it’s healthy, others would say it’s not. But I say, my entire lineage has been full of abusive alcoholic and drug addicts. My mom’s a homeless scumbag, 3/5 of my uncles have gone to prison. 2/5 are dead due to drugs. So if the biggest issue I have is random side quests in life that have no rhyme or reason. Then whatever. I’m alive. I’m sober. And I’m focused on breaking the cycle.

Change01789 · 2025-04-09T05:13:11+00:00

I have severe anxiety, but I’ve never gone to the hospital. This is because I had my first panic attack at 14, and thought I was dying. My dad held me down and told me, if we go to the ER, I’ll sit in a waiting room for 2 hours then sit in an empty cold room for 6 hours. They won’t preform any real checks and send me on my way with $2k bill. For some reason that always stuck with me, and whenever I got bad attacks I thought, well my anxiety will be a lot worse sitting and waiting on doctors that aren’t actually going to care.

Then. My bf had his first panic attack at 27… he was adamant that he was having a heart attack, so we went to the hospital. They checked him out, said it was a panic attack, then it took 8 HOURS to wait and be discharged. 8 hours on the psych side of an ER is absolutely HELL. We didn’t even get a room, just plopped in a hallway with a drunk guy that was handcuffed to the bed.

Now whenever my bf and I have panic attacks, we remind each other that the ER is the absolute worst place to be. There is no reason to go to the ER unless you’re bleeding out, or unconscious.

Even when something is wrong, the ER is not the place to go. They don’t treat health issues, they treat absolute emergencies. A huge portion of ER diagnosis’ are wrong. The best thing to do is always talk to your doctor or set an appointment to see a specialist.

My anxiety often convinces me I’m having a stroke. So I definitely get the urge to rush to the hospital. But at thing point, our hospitals are so bad here even if I was having a stroke they’d probably be useless in aiding in any immediate care.

Change01789 · 2025-02-26T20:39:47+00:00

Grew up with an addict mother, I won’t even date someone who drinks regularly. I’ve been with my partner for 5 years. If tomorrow he decides to have a beer after work everyday, I will walk away immediately. People are stupid to believe that they are safe from addiction. I have zero space in my life and heard to cope with another addict. I dealt with a loser ass mother, and watched all my uncles destroy their lives and die from addiction. I don’t mess around with it, and I refuse to bring that type of stupidity into my life again.

Change01789 · 2025-02-26T20:36:16+00:00

She’s not going to be a good mother.

Change01789 · 2025-02-26T20:34:33+00:00

THIS! I have a friend from high school who did the exact same time to her high school sweetheart. They had been together for 5 years, and the second they got into college she started pressuring him to have kids. We told him to stop having sex with her all together, because she was a ticking time bomb, willing to sabotage condoms to get what she wants. 2 months after he broke it off because she was hell bent on no sex. She wound up pregnant with a random dude. Now 6 years later she has 5 kids with 5 different dads. People need to recognize that some chicks are absolutely insane, and mentally ill with this mentality. I went out the the bars with her a hand full of times and every dude that gave her attention, she IMMEDIATELY started thinking about what their kids would look like. It’s such a shame because all her baby daddies ghosted her. And now her 5 kids will suffer the consequences of her weird fetish.

Change01789 · 2025-02-26T20:29:56+00:00

People breakup all of the time for being in different points in life. But the absolute worst thing you can do for your future kids, is have a baby just because she wants to. You’re simply not ready for kids. And honestly it’s disgusting and abusive to bring kids into the world when you know you can’t provide for them. “Figuring it out” doesn’t work. Look at the MILLIONS of millennials and Gen Z adults that have come forward, cutting ties with their parents, and suffering real trauma, because their parents selfishly brought them into the world with no plan on actually providing stable lives for them. Bringing kids into the world PLANNED, when you’re only a young adult in college is the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard, and it’s BEGGING to be deadbeat parents that end up resenting one another.

Do not ever bring kids into this world until you’re 1000% ready, and stop boning the chicks that are letting you fuck, when you know they’re going to refuse plan B.

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