A place to share Bittersweet Stories.
I once had a panic attack in the middle of my kitchen, first in thought my dad was home because his car was in he garage(I went to get a soda to try and calm down) and earlier I had walked in and shouted "wassup fuckers!" And I knew if my dad heard that i would be in big trouble, but my dad wasn't home. Then I thought someone was in my house despite being home alone, I was hearing footsteps and I was running around my house trying to find the person and in bed end I collapsed in my kitchen crying, then my friend face timed me after I sent her a text describing my situation, and she helped me calm down. Note that I had a half day at school, while my brother and sister didn't(they both go to two different schools), my dad was in Boston, and my mom was in Maryland.
Few months ago, my mum made me give my phone to her because her's broke. This didn't bother me though. Today, my mum was looking through old footage that I recorded on my phone. It was basically me doing a bunch of stupid skits that I thought were funny at the time, but weren't. It was embarrassing when I realised she saw them, but somehow she thought it was funny. She said that I couldn't make these 'memories' if I didn't have my phone anymore, so she decided to give it back to me so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Was watching a middle-aged lady trying to win a plushy from a claw machine for 5 minutes straight, before she laughs it off and moves on. It's now my turn and I somehow manage to win said plushy on my 4th attempt.
On one hand, I'm like "DUDE, AWESOME! I've always wanted one of these!"
But on the other hand I'm like, "That lady just spent £15 trying to get that plushy all for nothing, now I just feel like I robbed it from her."