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This is really long and I'm sorry lol.

My best friend of almost 6 years is obese. She's about the same height as me (5'4 - 5'5) and has to weigh about 3 and change, if not, close. (Not meant to sound derogatory at all). 

She's into this whole "lose weight quick" BS and has been very interested in taking diet pills again. These diet pills specifically, keep your appetite down, boost your metabolism and give you energy. Which sounds sketchy as fuck to begin with, but I let it go for the sake of the conversation. So instead of just instantly preaching to her about diet pills, I just slid in some suggestions like eating healthier (which she doesn't do) and working out a little bit, even if it's just taking a walk around the block. 

She just excused it off with "I get enough exercise at the hospital lol" (she's a patient sitter). Then continues with how she wants to get down to at least 130, so she'll take them for awhile and then quit so that she doesn't (quote) "get too dependent on them." This set off immediate red flags, so I said "And that's why I don't mess with them." 

Completely excuses it with "but bruh imma be skinny af tho" (yes she said it like that) "like dude can you imagine how awesome imma look at about 130 or less?" So I responded with something like "And how shitty you're gonna feel physically? :D" 

"lol actually probably feel the same, just skinny af." 

This is where I sent her how I felt about it. I basically said that what's the point of being skinny if you're just going to feel horrible? Nobody knows how those things are going to make her feel a couple months down the road. She really is not taking her health into consideration, she's more worried about how good she's going to look. Losing weight should always be about your health and well being, not the fact that it may make you "skinny af." I ended it with saying that I'm not trying to tell her what to do because it's a free country and she can do what she wants, but I don't want her getting hurt or depriving herself of anything she needs.

Of course she excuses it again with "I know, mom always watches me when I'm on them anyway to make sure I'm taking them right, so." I just stopped the conversation right there and didn't escalate it further. She's so damn hard-headed sometimes. I really am concerned for her and would love to help her but she just keeps making these excuses and brushing off the suggestions and risk factors. I 100% agree that being skinny can be beautiful and raise your confidence, but at what expense? Your health? I just don't know what to do anymore. 

Am I a genuinely concerned friend, or Am I The Asshole?

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answer:
trying to talk some sense into my friend


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BIL is not a bad person by any means. He cares for my sister, he's a responsible adult, he's a good father to my neice and nephew, and he gets along well with the entire family. Most days I like him. His biggest flaw is his sense of humour. Off-colour paired with sarcasm so strong that we can never tell whether he is serious or not. Not harmful by any means, but very annoying.

He jokes with everyone, but he likes to tease me the most because I can't help but react strongly. His favourite thing is hiding my phone. If I ever let go of my phone, he will silently snatch it up and hide it somewhere. Once I realize it's gone, he makes me guess where it is. Most of the time, it's somewhere innocent like a random cupboard or under someone else's seat. 

There has only been a few times where his jokes genuinely upset me, but even then dealing with my sister and my BIL can be exhausting for me. Part of the reason I put up with it is because of how many times they help me. I work hard, but I don't have a secure source of income and can barely pay my bills. Sister helps by giving me a container of leftovers whenever I visit, or she asks me if I want any old clothes or accessories that she is throwing out. While it's very nice of her to do those things, it makes me feel like a charity case. 

Fast forward to now:

BIL took my new phone and hid it in one of those wet whipe containers that he thought was empty. There were no cloths, but there was an inch of cleaning liquid at the bottom that he didn't notice. My phone soaked up that liquid like a sponge and died almost instantly.

My sister yelled at him promising that they would pay for a replacement. BIL wouldn't even apologize. He was frantically researching ways to fix my phone (store it in rice, getting help at the apple store, etc.) and muttering something like how he can't believe he's going spend one of his rebates on replacing my phone. Did I mention that this all happened on his birthday?

My applecare expired a week before and my phone plan can't give me any better offers so the only thing I can do is buy a new phone at the apple store. I get the oldest and cheapest generation that they have, which ends up costing almost $700. I buy applecare and a new protective case at my own expense. 

While I would have rather this not happen at all, I'm kind of glad that BIL learned his lesson and maybe he'll leave me alone. Does this make me an asshole?

tl;dr BIL's sense of humor gets on my nerves. One day, his prank ends up costing me my phone. I think the guilt and the cost to replace my phone will teach him not to pick on me. Does it make me a bad person if I'm relieved?

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answer:
being glad that my BIL broke my phone


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Okay, just yesterday I went to the store to buy some snacks to eat for the night.  I went to the self checkout area and started scanning my items as usual.  After this I tried using my card but it was constantly being denied.  I screwed with it for a while before calling an employee over to help with it.  Meanwhile a mom with her kids is standing off to the side giving me an angry look, when I look back she says something along the lines of, "What are you doing, there are people waiting, do you not know how to operate the machine?"  It wasn't necessarily the words that set me off, but more so her tone of voice, which to me felt unnecessarily hostile and confrontational.  After that I promptly told her to fuck off before leaving with my stuff.  I don't know if I should have been as angry with her as I was, I kind of feel guilty that I approached the situation in that way, especially in front of her kids.
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assistant: getting pissed at someone whilst checking out at the store