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Joseph Davis

He Robbed the Wrong Man. We Took Him In.

Robert’s been part of our lives forever. Quiet, gentle, the kind of man who gave biscuits to kids and never once locked his door. We grew up on his farm—me, my friends, even David. David didn’t make it out clean. Small-time crimes, burned bridges. But Robert never gave up on him. So when David showed up asking for a place to crash, Robert let him in. Fed him. Warm bed. Bought his favorite cereal the next morning. Came back to find him stealing from a drawer. David ran. That’s when we found him. Offered a ride. Drove straight to the police station. He confessed before Robert even got there. But what gutted me wasn’t the theft. It was what Robert said through tears: “I thought you all had forgotten me.” So now I show up. Once a month, at least. Because he protected us when it mattered. And now, it’s our turn. #NoFilter #SmallTownLoyalty #ProtectTheGoodOnes #FoundFamily

He Robbed the Wrong Man. We Took Him In.
Natalie Wilkinson

I Moved the Branch. Just Not for Her.

After a bad storm, I hit a downed limb on my drive to work. Big enough to block the road. I figured I could drag it to the side. It was still raining. Roads slick. And she’d been tailgating me for miles—shiny car, hands gripping the wheel like I was wasting her time. I’m halfway through dragging the limb when she honks. Not a quick beep. A judgy one. I pause, gesture at the literal tree in front of me. She throws up her hands like I’m the problem. I wrestle the thing off the road—sort of. It ends up right in front of her car. The thick end. Blocked again. I didn’t meet her eyes. Just got in my car, soaked and irritated, and drove off. She didn’t move. Neither did the branch. I still feel a little bad. But not that bad. #PettyJustice #RainyDayRage #NoFilter

I Moved the Branch. Just Not for Her.
ScholarSquid

I Hacked My Matrimony Profile—Still Single, Still Lost

Okay, real talk: making a matrimony profile is a special kind of hell. I’m a 29-year-old woman, and my mom is basically my project manager for this. Every time I try to write an "About Me," I spiral—am I supposed to sound fun? Accomplished? Like I don’t have anxiety about my career and my weird obsession with baking bread at 2AM? My photos are either too staged or I look like I just woke up (because I did). Everyone says, "Be honest!" but if I say I hate loud weddings and love true crime podcasts, will anyone swipe right? My family wants me to mention our background, but I just want someone who won’t judge me for eating cereal for dinner. I’ve rewritten my profile 17 times, asked friends for feedback, and still feel like a fraud. Is anyone else out here just exhausted by the pressure to be the ‘perfect’ spouse on paper? Like, what if my soulmate is also doomscrolling at 2AM, eating Maggi, and overthinking their profile? #NoFilter #AdultingFail #FamilyDrama #RomanticRelationships

I Hacked My Matrimony Profile—Still Single, Still Lost
omassey

The Shortcut That Led Me to a Nightmare

Hey, I need to get this off my chest. Three nights ago, I took a shortcut that almost cost me everything. I’m still shaking thinking about it. I was driving home late after a long day at a construction site. I was exhausted, just wanting to get back to my wife and kids. When my fuel light came on, I pulled into a gas station. The attendant, a bored-looking kid, told me about a shortcut through the forest that would save me time. I was tired and desperate to get home, so I took it. The road was dark and eerie, winding through the forest. I saw a house blocking the road—just a normal house, but it felt wrong. And then, I saw my wife standing there, smiling, calling me home. It was her, but it wasn’t. I saw my kids’ shadows in the windows. It was a perfect imitation, but something was off. I fled, but when I got back to the gas station, the kid behind the counter was different. He was a puppet, a mimic. His smile was all wrong. I got out of there and back on the main road. When I finally got home, I checked on my real family. They were safe, but I was shaken. So, listen up: If someone offers you a shortcut in the dark, don’t take it. Stick to the main road. The things in the dark know how to lure you in. They know what you want to see. And they’ll use it against you. #NoFilter #RoadTripHorror #LostInTheDark

The Shortcut That Led Me to a Nightmare
omassey

I Felt Unsettled After a Bizarre Encounter at Pride

Hey everyone, I need to get this off my chest. Yesterday at our local Pride event, something really weird happened. I’ve been feeling uneasy ever since. I was at the info table when I noticed this woman standing on the sidewalk. She had a “Blessed” tank top on and seemed out of place. I thought she was just another bigot, but things got strange. She stood there for hours, not eating, drinking, or even applying sunscreen. It was scorching hot, but she didn’t budge. At the end of the day, she confronted our host, a drag queen and trans woman. The host got angry, and suddenly everyone around her was yelling. It was like she triggered something in everyone. Even the most calm people lost it. She said she had prayed for 30 hours before the festival, and then prayed the whole time for our “damned souls.” The weirdest part? I’ve checked every photo and video from the event, and there’s no trace of her. Not a single frame. My friend got close to her and said she felt an unsettling vibe, like something was off. I’m trying to convince myself it was just a mentally unstable person, but I can’t shake the feeling that it was more. Has anyone else experienced something like this? I need to know I’m not losing my mind. #NoFilter #Unexplained #PrideStruggles

I Felt Unsettled After a Bizarre Encounter at Pride
ThunderFox99

Why Do Phone Calls With My Boyfriend Feel Like a Job Interview?

Okay, real talk: why is talking to my boyfriend on the phone so freaking hard? Like, everyone says you need to have these deep, meaningful convos for a relationship to work, but half the time I’m just staring at my ceiling, praying he’ll say something other than “so… how was your day?” I try to plan the calls, text him first, make sure he’s not busy, but then it’s like, I’m auditioning for Girlfriend of the Year and he’s just… there. Multitasking. I can literally hear his keyboard. And don’t get me started on small talk. I ask about his day, he grunts. I try to share a story, he laughs (I think?), but then it’s dead air. Compliments? Please. I get a “cool” if I’m lucky. I want to be that couple who talks for hours, but honestly? Sometimes I hang up and just feel lonelier. Am I doing something wrong, or is this just what dating in 2024 is? Someone tell me I’m not alone. #NoFilter #AdultingFail #RelationshipStruggles #NoFilter #AdultingFail #RelationshipStruggles #RomanticRelationships

Why Do Phone Calls With My Boyfriend Feel Like a Job Interview?
HarmonicHues

I Asked a Guy to the Movies. Instant Regret?

Okay, so let me just spill: asking a guy out is NOT the cute romcom moment I thought it’d be. I literally sat on my bed for two hours, phone in hand, sweating through my shirt, overthinking every emoji. Like, do I just say, “Hey, wanna see a movie?” Or do I play it cool and pretend I’m not dying inside? I finally got his number (shoutout to my bestie for being the ultimate wingwoman), and when I texted him, I was so awkward I even told him where I got his number from, like he’d call the cops if I didn’t. 🙃 When he didn’t reply for 30 minutes, I spiraled. Is he busy? Did I come on too strong? Should I just throw my phone in a lake? He finally said yes, but honestly, the stress nearly killed me. Why is this so hard? Why does my brain make everything cringe? If you’ve ever had a meltdown over something this basic, you’re not alone. 2AM brain, signing off. 🫠 #NoFilter #DatingFails #AnxietyAttack #RomanticRelationships

I Asked a Guy to the Movies. Instant Regret?
BreezeBurst

Why Do I Keep Picking the Wrong Boyfriend?

Okay, real talk: I’m so tired of my own dating patterns I could scream. It’s like I have a sixth sense for picking guys who look great on paper but leave me feeling like I’m auditioning for the role of ‘Chill Girlfriend #1’ instead of just being myself. I used to think, “Oh, just find someone who makes you laugh, who’s cute, who has a job.” LOL. Turns out, if I can’t be my weird, anxious, oversharing self around you, what’s the point? I’ve dated the guy who needed constant gifts, the one who couldn’t talk about feelings, the one who was ‘too busy’ for anything real. Every time, I ignored the red flags because I was obsessed with the idea of us. Why is it so hard to find someone who actually respects themselves, has their own life, and doesn’t treat relationships like a side quest? If you’re reading this at 2AM, wondering if you’re the problem: maybe you’re just tired of settling. I know I am. #NoFilter #DatingStruggles #AdultingFail #NoFilter #DatingStruggles #AdultingFail #RomanticRelationships

Why Do I Keep Picking the Wrong Boyfriend?
FireflyFox

I Dated a Rich Girl and Felt Like a Total Impostor

Okay, real talk: dating someone rich is NOT like the movies. I’m a regular dude who once thought a $12 cocktail was a splurge, and suddenly I’m at her family’s penthouse, pretending I know what caviar tastes like (spoiler: salty fish jelly, 0/10, do not recommend). I keep asking myself: am I into HER or the fact that her car costs more than my student loans? Like, would I still be this into her if she lived in a shoebox and ate instant noodles? I want to say yes, but honestly, sometimes I feel like I’m just her broke side quest. Trying to pay for dinner is a joke—she laughs and tips more than my whole paycheck. I try to plan cheap dates (picnic, Netflix, ramen) but then her friends invite us yachting and I’m Googling ‘how to not look poor on a boat.’ Her family? Suspicious. Her friends? All wear the same designer shoes. Me? Just hoping I don’t spill wine on the rug that probably costs more than my car. I want her to know I’m here for her, not her bank account. But damn, sometimes I wish love didn’t come with a dress code. Anyone else ever feel like they’re faking it just to keep up? #NoFilter #AdultingFail #RelationshipRealness #RomanticRelationships

I Dated a Rich Girl and Felt Like a Total Impostor
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