Whether you find out your daughter’s starring in hardcore pornography, your wife used to be a man, or your dad walked in on you and a seventy-year old transvestite, (Roy are you over it yet?) – there’s a commonly accepted reaction-protocol.
After you’ve cried like a little baby, smashed your head against the wall and moved to another town, you want to tell someone. It’s because you realise the ‘uniqueness’ of your situation, or just want to wail in self-pity, that you need to share the experience.
There are sites that allow you to vent these experiences. To tell them to other people, and demonstrate how much your life sucks — it’s therapeutic. In complete anonymity of course — otherwise you’d have to switch towns again. One of the best sites is:
FMyLife (FML as a double abbreviation) was launched late 2008, and quickly turned in an internet phenomena. It’s a place where you can share stories of your life, always starting with ‘Today,’ and ending with ‘FML’. Thousands of horrible recollections have been gathered on this site, some worse than others, but none pleasant.
Go to MakeUseOf.com for the full article.
Ed. I suspect FML stories from Pattaya would consist of three words 'Today', Katoey' and 'FML'. What else do we have to complain about? Maybe we should start a rival site named IFingLoveMyLife. It could be great therapy for FML people to read what life can be like when you get out of the rut.The one entry on FMyLife from Thailand reads:
Today, I went out with this girl I really liked and she came back to my place. Things were heating up and we ended up having sex and I was on top. I was really into it and in the middle of it she held up her wrist and said "oh, look at the time, I gotta get home". She wasn't wearing a watch. FML
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