I grew up poor in a broken family and joined the military at 18 to escape abuse and put myself through college. I had it worse than most of the kids in my neighborhood and never even thought about my future because I thought I didn’t have one. That year in Afghanistan was horrific and I’m still living with PTSD 15 years later.
Today, I’m wildly successful and working on my 3rd masters degree as I transition from teaching to social work. It took luck, hard work, and mom’s unwavering love, but I made it.
How I helped a homeless immigrant and he betrayed me but I continued helping him and he continued betraying me. I wish I could brag about the things I did cos it will shock & leave people speechless. Anyway. Nvm.
That i treat my cats better than most people i know treat their pets or even kids and care about animals more than anyone i know. And i do feel like a better person than everyone else i know for that. Lack of empathy is a defect.
I think I’m really good at picking up new skills really quickly. It takes me the same amount of time as anybody to get to actually good, but in the vast majority of things I’ve tried I’ve been able to jump pretty much directly to like, late stage beginner/early intermediate or a little better. This has been quite a consistent pattern across a lot of different things, arts, crafts, baking, cooking, writing, science, building things, I can usually do decently from the get go. Sounds very braggy in my head and I feel bad writing it down lol. I still have to work hard to be actually good at things and that’s my downfall, i have very little dedication and pretty damn good for my first try usually translates into just good enough in the long run. I’m not amazing at anything much.
I’m pretty fucking smart, not just smart but I’ve gotten into 3 national science comps since Jan and dealt with school work also. I’m pretty stable mentally and have a lot of friends who know me for who I am, gay, and they don’t judge me and if they did I wouldn’t be friends with them. I’m also pretty strong and a good farmer, I can carry cinder blocks and catch calves, drive tractors, good knowledge on grass and animals.
I’m middle-aged and stay thin and fit. It seems to passively annoy people and the answer doesn’t sit well with people when they ask my ‘secret,’ which is just moderation and lots of movement.
In 2005, someone in our friends group talked openly about their broken washer and dryer. I went to her apartment to see if I could fix the problem. She had six children and there were clothes hanging throughout the apartment. I couldn’t get the appliances working so I left. The next day I sent an email to the entirety of my office and raised $700 in a matter of a couple of hours. I drove straight to Conn’s and anonymously bought a new washer and dryer for her family. They were installed the next day. At a sporting event the following weekend, she looked at me in amazement and started thanking me for my generosity. I never admitted to the gesture and have never mentioned the good deed until today.
My combination of genetics and upbringing usually results in some version of prison and I’m proud to say that I’m stronger than the totality of my circumstances.
I watch the court tv sometimes and when the defense brings up mitigating circumstances I just want to scream because I have way more excuses than these crybaby murderers and rapists and fiends and yet I’m here on the couch not bothering anyone even though the justice system tells me I have all the excuses to do the opposite.
Just saying, I’m not a repeater and the buck stops here.
My life, how I live it and how I’m happy how I live. My family can’t fathom the fact that I’m happy being at home and doing house chores for a man that does everything for me and then has to come home to a clean house, clean clothes, food and a loving wife 🤷🏼♀️ I’d say my hobbies of making my own bags, clothing and even gear for him make me happy, building stuff with wood and making our cats a little home is fun and fulfilling and tending to our garden makes me happy too. Selling what I make to make that Xtra money or reselling stuff, they seem to think that it’s not a good thing for me but I’m happy and we’re happy and they can’t seem to get that. Sometimes they’re happy for me but others it’s like the switch goes back to off and it’s hate this, hate that , do this, do that, all over again… what did I do wrong? Nothing. I’m just living.
Looking amazing in my 40s. I was blessed with very good genes. I’ve never been a show-off about it, but I have a supermodel build and a very pretty face…which is starting to show my age, but not in a bad way.
I’m proud that no matter what tried to kill, traumatize, hurt, dehumanize me through my journey on this dimension/life, I never gave up and I’m still standing. I recently found out that I am an alchemist. My soul was placed here in this timeline to turn pain into wisdom, alchemize negative into positive, darkness into light! I am enough. I’m grateful for all the lessons even the hard challenging ones!
My jump in rec volleyball leagues. Going from a no one 10 years ago and to now a player everyone must pay attention to on court. I used that fuel to get better and better and now I feel I am more recognizable in the league. All the good players that are years ahead all give me that respectable nod I was going for and it feels great!!
I’m a gifted individual with traits that can help in many needed situations but unfortunately most gifted were taught that we’d be seen as threats and should attempt to hide our abilities. Most of us live privately, keeping our achievements and love for learning private in hopes of not intimidating others.
Silently, I’ve been helping with mental health research for years due to my extreme neurological awareness and quick ability to understand, problem-solve, and adapt. Being used in consensual experimentation and data collection to assist psychologists with finding cures for mental illnesses. I’m only 23 years old and not even my parents know about this since they’ve never been fond of my abilities.
That I built multiple businesses from scratch with no connections, no big money, and zero handouts. Just hustle, brains, and balls. But no one claps unless you’ve got a college degree hanging on the wall.
I’ve been able to save a nice chunk of money and have a nice nest egg set up for my family. If I lost my job we’d be ok for a good amount of time while we get back on our feet. Obviously I don’t bring this up because it’s rude and no one gives a sh*t.
Despite all the hardships I went through, I am now truly rich. I live a peaceful life with my wonderful little family, in a home I love, doing a job I love. I’m so appreciative of where I am today. It may not sound like anything special, but it’s my life and because of my efforts I turned it all around. Just bliss.
That I’m really good at making personalized, meaningful gifts at an heirloom quality level starting with humble thrift store finds. A couple of examples:
Jewelry boxes. I find dated, abandoned, often broken jewelry boxes. Take them home where I clean up, repair, and prep for customization to sell.
But I’ll also personalize some as gifts for family and friends. I made a couple for my nieces, decoupaging vintage-styled prints I designed incorporating sheet music written by their third grandmother in 1917. Gave each one its own color scheme, painting the trim and lining the insides with new velvet.
A while back I found a stack finished wooden plaques left blank. Didn’t know what I’d do with them at first but took them home with me anyway, lol. Eventually came up with an idea to create ancestry pieces for some of my family members; I’d recently discovered the house my dad grew up in was built in 1930 on land that had been in our family since 1868.
Because the house burned down in 1980 and there aren’t any clear photos, I drew up my own artwork of it, making it appear as cozy as I could. I also sourced some leaves to preserve from a tree that my grandfather planted as a new homeowner 95 years ago and is still thriving. So for each one I’ve laser engraved the plaque with our family name, then arranged a print of the artwork and the preserved leaves to permanently decoupage on. I added a little gold paint to accent the leaves and sealed everything in a satin finish. Once it was cured I wrote a few paragraphs on the history of the property and that portion of the family, then printed it out to decoupage onto the back, figuring it was the best way to keep the information from getting lost. Finished up by adding hanging hooks.
I do hope I come up with some nice-looking, informative pieces for future generations within my family to enjoy.
That semester I took French for Graduate Students (reading knowledge only) and breezed through it, effortlessly finishing every test within minutes while everyone else needed the whole period. I’d never taken French before and it was so so so so easy. It’s really petty, this happened so many years ago, but I still feel good whenever I think about it. I love to be smart.
It’s a strange thing about people that we often value the things we were born with over the ones we developed.
Survived a total system collapse, nervous system, AI loop, dopamine crash, and came back swinging with insights that people with three degrees still can’t track. But hey, who’s counting…
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That I’m still alive
My knowledge on contemporary history ish and the one for guns
I grew up poor in a broken family and joined the military at 18 to escape abuse and put myself through college. I had it worse than most of the kids in my neighborhood and never even thought about my future because I thought I didn’t have one. That year in Afghanistan was horrific and I’m still living with PTSD 15 years later.
Today, I’m wildly successful and working on my 3rd masters degree as I transition from teaching to social work. It took luck, hard work, and mom’s unwavering love, but I made it.
How I helped a homeless immigrant and he betrayed me but I continued helping him and he continued betraying me. I wish I could brag about the things I did cos it will shock & leave people speechless. Anyway. Nvm.
That i treat my cats better than most people i know treat their pets or even kids and care about animals more than anyone i know. And i do feel like a better person than everyone else i know for that. Lack of empathy is a defect.
I gain weight in my butt and boobs. 60 pounds put on in the last year and half, 200 pounds but nobody could tell haha. My body figure is pretty sweet
I got my dream job and engaged 6 weeks apart. I’m so damn proud of the life I have and it motivates me for the future.
My degree with the highest vote and distinction in a quiet prestigious university while working full time paid all by myself
I think I’m really good at picking up new skills really quickly. It takes me the same amount of time as anybody to get to actually good, but in the vast majority of things I’ve tried I’ve been able to jump pretty much directly to like, late stage beginner/early intermediate or a little better. This has been quite a consistent pattern across a lot of different things, arts, crafts, baking, cooking, writing, science, building things, I can usually do decently from the get go. Sounds very braggy in my head and I feel bad writing it down lol. I still have to work hard to be actually good at things and that’s my downfall, i have very little dedication and pretty damn good for my first try usually translates into just good enough in the long run. I’m not amazing at anything much.
850 credit score!!
I can find a way to care about and appreciate people even when most others cannot. And I never abandon my friends.
Being perfectly happy in life despite living paycheck to paycheck.
I don’t give a flying poopoo
I’m pretty fucking smart, not just smart but I’ve gotten into 3 national science comps since Jan and dealt with school work also. I’m pretty stable mentally and have a lot of friends who know me for who I am, gay, and they don’t judge me and if they did I wouldn’t be friends with them. I’m also pretty strong and a good farmer, I can carry cinder blocks and catch calves, drive tractors, good knowledge on grass and animals.
I’m middle-aged and stay thin and fit. It seems to passively annoy people and the answer doesn’t sit well with people when they ask my ‘secret,’ which is just moderation and lots of movement.
That I constantly show up for others, even when I’m running on empty
In 2005, someone in our friends group talked openly about their broken washer and dryer. I went to her apartment to see if I could fix the problem. She had six children and there were clothes hanging throughout the apartment. I couldn’t get the appliances working so I left. The next day I sent an email to the entirety of my office and raised $700 in a matter of a couple of hours. I drove straight to Conn’s and anonymously bought a new washer and dryer for her family. They were installed the next day. At a sporting event the following weekend, she looked at me in amazement and started thanking me for my generosity. I never admitted to the gesture and have never mentioned the good deed until today.
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I got to play my favorite Rise Against song with the band on stage in August 2021, San Francisco.
Money money money 💰💰
Down from 345lbs to 200lbs. I feel fucking brand new.
Never lost a physical fight
I haven’t let capitalism ruin my morals which seems to become an increasingly rare situation.
My combination of genetics and upbringing usually results in some version of prison and I’m proud to say that I’m stronger than the totality of my circumstances.
I watch the court tv sometimes and when the defense brings up mitigating circumstances I just want to scream because I have way more excuses than these crybaby murderers and rapists and fiends and yet I’m here on the couch not bothering anyone even though the justice system tells me I have all the excuses to do the opposite.
Just saying, I’m not a repeater and the buck stops here.
‘Nuff Said.
My life, how I live it and how I’m happy how I live. My family can’t fathom the fact that I’m happy being at home and doing house chores for a man that does everything for me and then has to come home to a clean house, clean clothes, food and a loving wife 🤷🏼♀️ I’d say my hobbies of making my own bags, clothing and even gear for him make me happy, building stuff with wood and making our cats a little home is fun and fulfilling and tending to our garden makes me happy too. Selling what I make to make that Xtra money or reselling stuff, they seem to think that it’s not a good thing for me but I’m happy and we’re happy and they can’t seem to get that. Sometimes they’re happy for me but others it’s like the switch goes back to off and it’s hate this, hate that , do this, do that, all over again… what did I do wrong? Nothing. I’m just living.
Looking amazing in my 40s. I was blessed with very good genes. I’ve never been a show-off about it, but I have a supermodel build and a very pretty face…which is starting to show my age, but not in a bad way.
I’m proud that no matter what tried to kill, traumatize, hurt, dehumanize me through my journey on this dimension/life, I never gave up and I’m still standing. I recently found out that I am an alchemist. My soul was placed here in this timeline to turn pain into wisdom, alchemize negative into positive, darkness into light! I am enough. I’m grateful for all the lessons even the hard challenging ones!
My jump in rec volleyball leagues. Going from a no one 10 years ago and to now a player everyone must pay attention to on court. I used that fuel to get better and better and now I feel I am more recognizable in the league. All the good players that are years ahead all give me that respectable nod I was going for and it feels great!!
My day job is making Spongebob.
I’m currently the strongest physically I’ve ever been in my life thus far due to me going to the gym consistently.
Cardio is still average, but I got muscle gains though.
I’m a gifted individual with traits that can help in many needed situations but unfortunately most gifted were taught that we’d be seen as threats and should attempt to hide our abilities. Most of us live privately, keeping our achievements and love for learning private in hopes of not intimidating others.
Silently, I’ve been helping with mental health research for years due to my extreme neurological awareness and quick ability to understand, problem-solve, and adapt. Being used in consensual experimentation and data collection to assist psychologists with finding cures for mental illnesses. I’m only 23 years old and not even my parents know about this since they’ve never been fond of my abilities.
That I built multiple businesses from scratch with no connections, no big money, and zero handouts. Just hustle, brains, and balls. But no one claps unless you’ve got a college degree hanging on the wall.
I haven’t given up.
Just today, our sole vehicle was quickly and quietly taken from our driveway (repossession).
I’ve been able to save a nice chunk of money and have a nice nest egg set up for my family. If I lost my job we’d be ok for a good amount of time while we get back on our feet. Obviously I don’t bring this up because it’s rude and no one gives a sh*t.
I’ve done a lot of stuff I’m not proud of, and the stuff I am proud of is disgusting.
Despite all the hardships I went through, I am now truly rich. I live a peaceful life with my wonderful little family, in a home I love, doing a job I love. I’m so appreciative of where I am today. It may not sound like anything special, but it’s my life and because of my efforts I turned it all around. Just bliss.
That I’m really good at making personalized, meaningful gifts at an heirloom quality level starting with humble thrift store finds. A couple of examples:
Jewelry boxes. I find dated, abandoned, often broken jewelry boxes. Take them home where I clean up, repair, and prep for customization to sell.
But I’ll also personalize some as gifts for family and friends. I made a couple for my nieces, decoupaging vintage-styled prints I designed incorporating sheet music written by their third grandmother in 1917. Gave each one its own color scheme, painting the trim and lining the insides with new velvet.
A while back I found a stack finished wooden plaques left blank. Didn’t know what I’d do with them at first but took them home with me anyway, lol. Eventually came up with an idea to create ancestry pieces for some of my family members; I’d recently discovered the house my dad grew up in was built in 1930 on land that had been in our family since 1868.
Because the house burned down in 1980 and there aren’t any clear photos, I drew up my own artwork of it, making it appear as cozy as I could. I also sourced some leaves to preserve from a tree that my grandfather planted as a new homeowner 95 years ago and is still thriving. So for each one I’ve laser engraved the plaque with our family name, then arranged a print of the artwork and the preserved leaves to permanently decoupage on. I added a little gold paint to accent the leaves and sealed everything in a satin finish. Once it was cured I wrote a few paragraphs on the history of the property and that portion of the family, then printed it out to decoupage onto the back, figuring it was the best way to keep the information from getting lost. Finished up by adding hanging hooks.
I do hope I come up with some nice-looking, informative pieces for future generations within my family to enjoy.
Wow everyone has such thoughtful answers and my first thought was “my penis”
Me and my mom get buy with no help from my dad.and that pisses him off
I’m a College graduate
We’ve got under 90k left on the mortgage, under 6 years. We’re 39 and 40
That semester I took French for Graduate Students (reading knowledge only) and breezed through it, effortlessly finishing every test within minutes while everyone else needed the whole period. I’d never taken French before and it was so so so so easy. It’s really petty, this happened so many years ago, but I still feel good whenever I think about it. I love to be smart.
It’s a strange thing about people that we often value the things we were born with over the ones we developed.
Survived a total system collapse, nervous system, AI loop, dopamine crash, and came back swinging with insights that people with three degrees still can’t track. But hey, who’s counting…
I ate breakfast today
Gamer brag, I was ranked number 1 on Call of Duty MW3 (2011) for accuracy for a few weeks.
During a blowjob, I covered every inch of my wife face in my cum. I think she’s a shade paler than she was before lol.
The fact that I remember nothing from my past and therefore have nothing to brag about. So humble /s