Life Experiences

If you’d asked me a few years ago if I could ever see myself marrying someone in prison, I would’ve said no way. But honestly, life has a way of throwing you curveballs, and sometimes you end up exactly where you never thought you’d be. I didn’t go looking for this. In fact, when it all started, I was actually with his brother. Yeah, it’s weird to say out loud, but his brother was the one who asked me to start writing to him. At first, I only agreed because I figured it would make someone’s day a little less lonely. I wasn’t searching for a soulmate, and I sure as hell wasn’t looking for a husband behind bars.

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If you’d told me a few years ago that I’d be living on a farm with thirty other people—sharing everything from income to lasagna recipes—I would’ve laughed. It sounded like something out of a movie, or maybe a cult. But now, sitting on the porch of our farmhouse, I know it’s neither of those things.

Sure, people outside sometimes ask if we’re a cult. They imagine we’re some sort of brainwashed collective, repeating the same slogans and never letting anyone leave. That’s not how it works here.

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I’m just trying to find some reasons to not hate my own existence. But here we are. A couple days ago was my 43rd. My finances suck. I’ve been depressed most of my adult life but I’m just really sad right now too. There is a difference between sad and depressed and I’m both right now. And I don’t deserve to be either, I’m healthy, I still have all my limbs and digits thanks to modern medicine, and there are people who care about me, which makes the depression just feel like even more of a failure. I hope you feel better soon. I hope I do too.

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If you had told me at eighteen that my family was not just “different,” but that we’d crossed lines I didn’t even know existed, I’d have laughed it off or called you sick. But you don’t know what you don’t know. Most families have secrets—ours just happened to be more radioactive than most.

For most of my childhood, I was oblivious. My world was a cozy, insulated bubble: two loving parents, a big house, financial comfort, and not much in the way of extended family. No aunts or cousins at Thanksgiving, no big holiday gatherings—just us, and maybe a sitter on date nights. It was weird, but not “call the authorities” weird. I thought I was just lucky, in a way. No messy family drama. No one to fight over inheritance. No one to worry about at Christmas.

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I never set out to be the vending machine guy. I was just a broke college student looking for a decent side hustle, and I thought vending machines would be this easy, mostly passive thing—buy a machine, stock it with snacks, and let the quarters pile up. If only it were that simple.

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I’m a Workforce Optimization Consultant. That’s the official title, anyway. Unofficially? I’m the guy companies bring in when they need to fire people—but don’t have the guts to do it themselves. It’s not glamorous. It’s not noble. But it’s honest work, and I’m good at it.

Most people think this job is like being a character from Up In The Air or Office Space. They picture George Clooney in a crisp suit, gliding through airports, delivering bad news with a tragic smile. There’s a bit of that—plenty of travel, endless airports, muted ties. But what they don’t show you is the weird, cold calculus behind it all. Or the fact that you’re there because someone else couldn’t stomach the job.

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When people picture Japan, they often imagine cherry blossoms, bullet trains, or the glowing lights of Tokyo. But for anyone who’s lived and worked here, nothing is more iconic—or more quietly powerful—than the army of men in dark suits flooding the city every morning: the salaryman. The term itself is borrowed from English, but in Japan, a “salaryman” (pronounced sa-ra-ri-man) means much more than just someone who draws a paycheck. He’s a full-time, white-collar company employee, often hired right out of university, who devotes himself—body and soul—to one company for life. More than a job, it’s an identity, a social class, and for many, a way of life so all-encompassing it can be hard to separate the man from the company colors he wears.

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Being $500,000 in consumer debt doesn’t just change your finances—it changes how you see yourself, how you sleep, and how you relate to the world. People look at a number like that and think, “How does that even happen?” but I promise you, it never feels like a single, giant leap. It’s a thousand small steps, a thousand moments of “I’ll pay it off later” and “Why wait, life is short.”

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1. This is probably a strange answer, but joining the military.

I was able to mature and save up a small nest egg, get access to the Post 9/11 GI bill, and some combat wounds were 100% worth it for the disability check and healthcare lol

That let me go to to college and a great law school with no debt, and led me to where I am today.

Plus, I wouldn’t trade the experiences for anything. Home run.

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I’m 31 years old, and I have what’s medically defined as a severe micropenis. Even when I’m fully erect, it’s just over an inch—barely enough to even qualify for the term. This isn’t something I developed later or some result of lifestyle or health. It’s how I was born—a random quirk in the way my body responded to hormones in the womb. I’m otherwise completely healthy, normal XY chromosomes, and normal testosterone. It’s what doctors call “isolated,” because I don’t have any other syndrome or intersex condition attached.

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