Sounds like you have a family full of people with a gift! I’ve had similar fleeting instances over the years, but they were more concentrated in adolescence and early adulthood. If you and your hubby have them as adults and your kid does too, it runs in the family!

I’m come from a family of Midwesterners who hunt. Responsible hunters would never fire at something that they didn’t know what it was. That’s how you end up murdering someone. Also what’s “late season deer hunting”? You need permits to hunt in the U.S. and “season” is based on rifle or bow, and very specific dates.

Wow! In all the years I’ve shared this story with friends, partners, etc., no one has brought that up. Our neighborhood was a newish development that butted up against a corn field—so you could easily pitch a softball from my bedroom window into that field. Two blocks from our front door was a small lake, and the…

Nice! Have you had other premonitions or dreams that’s later came true? I have deja vu a few times a week and am convinced I’m living in a simulation or something.

Spooky! Sounds familiar, did you submit this in the comments last year?

When I was 12, every night for close to two months someone would knock on my bedroom window. It was usually after 11 p.m. and before 2 a.m. and, at the beginning, would wake me from a dead sleep to where I thought I was dreaming. A few times I even heard the knocking in my dreams and then woke up and the knocking was…

Suspenseful, but this reads like fiction.

I’ve already commented on this piece elsewhere, but height gawking sucks. We tall people know we’re tall, we didn’t do anything to create/deserve it, and we can’t make ourselves shorter. We become a spectacle by daring to leave the house and just exist in the world. There’s absolutely no reason to point out a minor’s…

As a gargantuanly tall person who had a supreme growth spurt at age 12 and has been towering over adults and peers ever since…Everyone needs to fuck off asking random tall people if they play basketball. It’s not original, everyone says it to you, and it’s extremely annoying and insulting. As if the only thing you can…

Re: miserable…I was 6’1” tall by the time I was 12 years old. At age 11 I spent most of my time curled up in a fetal position on the floor wailing and writhing in pain because it felt like my bones were being broken every single day. My parents had no idea what was wrong and doctors says it was school-related anxiety…

No, like he was just coasting through life in a really simple way. He loved me, we were together, life was good (from his perspective). Meanwhile I had an intellectual and existential shift and we were no longer compatible. I realized he was really…simple. I honestly don’t know what he thought about all day…like what…

To give him a little credit, he’s at the top of his career as a professional athlete. So he’s at least goal driven and has maintained focus to become successful in his field. But I wonder if this is one of those relationships that works because they are both extremely busy doing entirely different careers.

I’m embarrassed to say I don’t get it…?

Yeah I learned the hard way. After 4 years of a fun, loving, and omgzzzzzzz-sex-filled relationship with a delicious himbo, we were eating a dinner I made. I looked across the table and realized this guy didn’t ever have that light on behind his eyes.

My spouse still had to pay $850 out of pocket for his vasectomy after insurance, and another $100 for the post-op jizz test 8 weeks later, also after insurance. It’s considered an “elective” procedure and thus was not fully covered.

We did this for our wedding. On a weekday, at a park/lodge, with a cookout. We still dressed bridal (weather appropriate for outside summer), we had cakes (plural), and we walked ourselves down the aisle. Our friends’ band played. We invited only who we wanted and we planned and paid for everything ourselves. We told…

It’s refreshing getting to see them be real adults—joke, curse, be goofy, interrupt each other. I was their target demographic at the height of *NSYNC’s fame and even as a teen I could tell they were censoring themselves for PR purposes.

No one should have to go through this. I have so many questions about this situation, wishing people like Hoffman had more access to information:

Jokes aside, most of these nutbags aren’t attacking PPs, they’re attacking small independent clinics (“indies”) that don’t have the same name brand recognition or resources as Planned Parenthood. Indies often operate on very tight budgets where they have to decide if their funds should go toward improving security or…

For accuracy sake: Bradley does not “punt” the Texas story to Alex. Alex goes rogue and bails (in breach of contract) on flying in a billionaire’s rocket that not even coincidentally looks like a dick after discovering two men basically pimped her out for a multi billion dollar merger. She goes to Texas to join…