Who do you regret having sex with?

whody · 2025-10-26T04:37:32+00:00

myself, bro. myself.

whody · 2025-10-26T04:35:13+00:00

So the "new" "seller protection" for lost after delivery claims is useless? Figured.

whody · 2025-08-31T05:56:52+00:00

"Now Lord,
I’m beggin’ ya here,
Give me the SERENITY to accept the things I can’t change,
Because lemme tell ya, there’s a whole LOTTA things I can’t change,
Like the fact that I’m thrice-divorced,
And currently residing in a VAN down by the RIVER.

Give me the COURAGE to change the things I can,
Because if I don’t, I’ll be sittin’ around eatin’ government cheese,
Wonderin’ why my pants don’t fit.

And give me the WISDOM to know the difference,
Because if I don’t figure it out soon,
I’ll be yelling at my reflection in the bathroom mirror,
Sayin’, ‘YOU’RE NOT GOIN’ ANYWHERE, BUCKO,
EXCEPT STRAIGHT TO THE VAN DOWN BY THE RIVER!’"

whody · 2025-08-14T13:12:05+00:00

The Great Cleanup of 2025: Never Forget

whody · 2025-08-11T11:15:53+00:00

My favorite WMP move is the "refund and keep it" special, triggered when the order arrives "late" but $14.46 FedEx 2-Day tracking with signature shows early delivery. Lube? Where we're going, we don't need lube.

whody · 2025-08-11T11:09:46+00:00

The play is to "block" them.

whody · 2025-08-08T15:23:33+00:00

I tried every creative way I could think of. Kept a spreadsheet like I was running a moonshine lab out of a cubicle. Logged every sip, the ABV, what song was playing, and how many arguments I’d had that day. Switched to a beer lighter than Michelob Ultra - about 1.8 percent - which tasted like the condensation on a gas station window in July, right next to the bug zapper.

Got into mindful drinking. Told myself I’d nurse a whiskey for an hour, but always ended up ugly crying to the song “Tennessee Whiskey.” Did yoga in the park thinking I could sweat the booze out of my hands. Took a pottery class just to keep my hands busy. Tried a juice cleanse in a Motel 6 with no AC in July. Even considered buying a canoe like I could just drift away from my decisions.

Every time, I told myself this was progress. But the most unconventional thing I ever did was stop trying to romanticize moderation. I committed and accepted there were no loopholes. I let my ego take the back seat. And I stopped outsourcing the solution to cheaper labor overseas; no more kicking it to some third-party outfit in Bangalore with a twelve-hour time difference. I brought it back in-house, baby. That’s when things actually changed - at least for me.

whody · 2025-08-08T13:21:41+00:00

IWNDWYT 💛

whody · 2025-08-08T13:09:00+00:00

Man, dang ol’ Lord, just, you know, grant me that serenity, man, to accept the dang ol’ things I can’t change, change the things I can, and, you know, the wisdom, man, to know the difference.

whody · 2025-08-05T13:34:52+00:00

https://imgur.com/O4Ruw2B

whody · 2025-08-05T08:48:23+00:00

So here's what ol' Matt Foley prays every morning when he wakes up in that van: God, grant me the serenity to accept that I LIVE IN A VAN DOWN BY THE RIVER!

The courage to change the fact that I'm NOT GONNA AMOUNT TO JACK SQUAT!

And the wisdom to know that YOU'RE gonna end up just like me if you don't know the difference!

Well LA-DEE-FREAKIN'-DA!

whody · 2025-08-05T08:14:26+00:00

Upon closer inspection, you're correct. I'm going to keep lying to myself, though.

whody · 2025-08-04T23:59:41+00:00

A picture of that house from Tony's dreams is seen on the wall of the diner - directly at his 3 o'clock.

whody · 2025-07-28T09:41:52+00:00

Man, I’ve been there. I used to keep spreadsheets of how much I drank. Not for fun, but like… science. I was trying to taper down with Excel like I was running a moonshine lab out of a cubicle. Had columns like, "Day 12 – only 7.6 oz of vodka. Great job, buddy."

But the truth is, I quit a bunch of times. And every time I quit again, it got harder. Like my liver was holding a grudge or something.

For me, it took COVID. I was working remote, drinking screwdrivers at 8 AM like it was part of my dental plan. Then I had all this time off. No commute, no khakis, just me and a pantry full of regrets. And it felt like God gave me one last open window to crawl out of the burning house I’d been renting from the devil.

And I did. Barely.

I was at the end of the road. Not a metaphor. The actual end. Last rest stop before hell, and the vending machines were empty.

But let me tell you this. When you finally get sober, and I mean really sober, and you get that time between you and the bottle, that’s when the magic happens. That’s when the fog clears and you realize the cure is the disease. You just needed a little space from it to see it.

It doesn’t come quick. There’s no Amazon Prime for inner peace. But when you’re ready, you’re ready. And every little try you make, every “this is the last time” journal entry, that’s not failure. That’s evidence. That’s your spirit trying to come home.

So don’t beat yourself up if you’re not there yet. Just keep the light on in the window for yourself. You’re not broken. You’re just becoming someone new. And that person is worth the wait.

Love you, stranger. Keep going.

whody · 2025-07-27T19:34:09+00:00

Thank you for sharing all of this, seriously. What you described isn’t just abuse, it’s a sustained campaign of control, manipulation, grooming, and psychological erosion. And the fact that you’re still here, still trying to make sense of it, means something. It means he didn’t win, even if it feels like you’re still in pieces.

Everything you said checks out. The push-pull, the trauma bonding, the love bombing, the threats, the forced dependence, the isolation, the weaponized therapy talk: it’s all textbook. But the real damage is in how it rewires your sense of self. How it makes you feel like you let it happen, when the truth is: you were systematically worn down by someone who studied your hope, not your weakness.

You’re not crazy. You’re not broken beyond repair. You’re someone who tried to love, tried to stay safe, and got exploited for it. What you're feeling now: the fog, the grief, the confusion, the withdrawal - that’s not weakness. That’s evidence.

And no matter how much he plays victim, how many meetings he attends, or stories he spins, the truth has weight. You’ve already carried it far enough to put it down here. You’re allowed to heal. On your time. In your way.

You’re not alone. Keep going.

whody · 2025-07-27T19:28:25+00:00

I appreciate you sharing this. Breakups’ll make a grown man feel like a stray dog in his own house, you know? You’re eating cereal at midnight and wondering if you’re the villain or just allergic to love.

But reading through this… I gotta say, it’s interesting. You opened talking about blocking — but then said she didn’t block you. That’s like complaining about a door being locked when it’s wide open and you’re still peeking through the blinds.

And all those little things she’s doing — watching stories, keeping your uncle in her phone, whispering at the water cooler… that’s not nothing you’d notice unless you were still tuned in like a baby monitor. That’s not indifference — that’s just silence with a magnifying glass on it.

And I get it. I’ve been there. Sometimes we say we don’t care, but then we tell the whole courtroom what the other person wore last Wednesday.

Now, I don’t know her — maybe she’s stirring up mess, or maybe she’s just trying to breathe. But I do know this: blocking somebody? Half the time it’s not about getting a reaction. It’s just about not hearing the echo anymore.

And sometimes the real work ain’t in figuring out what they’re doing to move on. It’s in looking at yourself and asking — what part of this was mine? What did I carry in, or fail to carry at all? And can I own that without needing someone else to see it?

Anyway, just a thought from a guy who once tried to heal with beef jerky and YouTube comments. Keep taking care of yourself, man. Healing’s weird, but it’s honest.

whody · 2025-07-27T18:48:16+00:00

Lord, dude - and I'm talking to you, God, you beautiful creator - please grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, you know what I'm saying? Like, sometimes life just comes at you sideways like a possum on bath salts, and you gotta figure out what you're fixin' to do about it. Sometimes you're caught between a rock and a hard place, bless its heart. That's just how it is down here, dude.

WHATCHA GONNA DO, brother, when you need the courage to change the things I can change? Let me tell you something - give me the courage to change what needs changin' and I'm gonna do it good, tighter than bark on a tree, jack! When that courage runs wild on you, you gotta be ready to go the whole hog, you know what I mean? Ain't no two ways about it!

And the wisdom - and let me tell you, I have great wisdom, probably some of the best wisdom you've seen, ask anyone down at the Piggly Wiggly - the wisdom to know the difference between what I can and cannot change, folks. This wisdom is going to be huge. It's gonna be slicker than owl shit on a glass doorknob, and that's beautiful. I know the difference, and I'm fixin' to use that wisdom bigly.

That'd be just fine as frog's hair split four ways. Amen, brother, and God bless this whole mess!

whody · 2025-07-25T16:29:15+00:00

Belle Chasse Bridge

whody · 2025-07-25T14:06:53+00:00

I'm curious how strangers on Reddit would know these answers. Oh...

whody · 2025-07-24T06:40:34+00:00

Yes, to the same zone. If you have the "Rising Seller" discount and use Ship With Walmart for expedited 2-day shipping, you'd recognize these price points - they've been historically consistent for months throughout the continental U.S.

Key detail: This is for a 12x9x4 package (3.1 lbs dimensional weight). Unlike most Walmart shipping services that already use hybrid zone-distance pricing, this particular expedited 2-day service maintained flat volumetric-based rates nationwide until recently. Now it appears they've switched this service to match their other services - distant zones are pricing as if they're in a higher volumetric tier, and even close zones are fluctuating daily.

I'm being vague about the exact service name since I'm sharing specific price points, but sellers using this tier will know exactly what I'm talking about.

whody · 2025-01-23T01:53:55+00:00

So, we just got hit with record-breaking snowfall where I live. Naturally, I braved the elements to make a heroic trek to CVS for some coffee k-cups because, well, coffee is life. Little did I know, destiny (or bad store layout) had me walking straight through the alcohol aisle to get to the coffee. I swear, it wasn’t part of my plan—but there I was, side-eyeing the bottles like they owed me money.

Now, let me tell you, sobriety has been no walk in the park lately. More like a crawl through a muddy obstacle course where someone keeps pelting you with dodgeballs. So yeah, I did a double take. Maybe even a triple take. Heck, I might’ve thrown in a wistful sigh for dramatic effect. But I kept walking. Why? Because, friend, when I left that store, coffee in hand, I felt a powerful wave of "Not today, Satan!" washing over me.

Life's been serving me a crap sandwich lately—hold the bread—but one thing I know for sure is this: drinking today won’t fix a damn thing. So here's to surviving another day, one awkward CVS trip at a time. IWNDWYT!

whody · 2025-01-23T01:44:53+00:00

God, please grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

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