American culture puts a HUGE emphasis on African history, the cultures slavery destroyed, the people displaced, and the generational aftermath (and rightfully so!!!).
Yet Americans barely acknowledge the Arab/Islamic-world slave trade that has devastated Africans for centuries - and is supposedly ongoing to this day.

If Americans care about what slavery did to African people, why omit this?

I'll go first.

I once saw a grown man absolutely lose his mind at a coffee shop because they put oat milk in his latte instead of almond milk. He wasn't allergic. He wasn't even lactose intolerant. He just "preferred the texture of almond" and started yelling about how the barista "ruined his morning." The barista offered to remake it for free in under two minutes, and the guy still stormed out, slammed the door, and left his latte behind. He paid six dollars for a drink he refused to drink because of a milk preference.

Another one: my neighbor once had a full meltdown because someone parked "too close" to his driveway—not blocking it, just closer than he liked. He stood outside taking photos, muttering to himself, and pacing around for a solid 20 minutes like he was building a legal case. The car moved two hours later and absolutely nothing happened.

So what's yours? What's the pettiest, most over-the-top reaction you've witnessed?

I did not want to make the initial question too loaded, so I have simplified it. I'm sorry if this breaks any rules, I read them over several times, and I do not think it does.

What I am really asking is a question for those who have been afflicted with the gang-stalking delusion, i.e., believing that you are a "targeted individual." I have met multiple individuals dealing with this delusion in psychiatric hospitals, and my father dealt with it as well, and it often seems that they are too "far gone" to be helped, as they do not believe that they are mentally ill.

I have schizophrenia, and while I am passively cognizant of my delusions being only delusions, I am deeply afraid to falling into this line of thinking. I am in therapy and medicated, so it is unlikely that it would go unnoticed if I speak about it, but I am a bit concerned.

If you or someone you know has dealt with this, were you/they ever able to recover?

I basically feel sad 99% of the time for no apparent reason, meds didn't help, I can go on with my life normally, I work, I take care of my family. But I feel like joy is a 1% of my day. It's hard to explain. Can anyone else relate?

It’s indeed true that we only realize their value once they’re gone. Mine is transpo