correlating to school, by miknazwo:
Title: I volunteered to do my aunt/uncles laundry to take money out of their pockets
Flair: N/A
So I lived with my aunt and uncle when I was about 17 years old and in high school. I had no money and I was absolutely terrified to ask them for anything. They wouldn't let me get a job because they wanted me to focus on school. I was hungry most of the time and only ate food at school (school lunch was free in the state of GA)
Anyway, I would do their laundry as much as possible because 99% of the time, my uncle would forget to take his cash out of his pockets. I'd usually score about $20 per a load of laundry lol.
The narrator frames petty theft as survival within a tightly controlled household: “volunteered” softens the act, while hunger and free school lunches anchor the story in daytime institutional care while simultaneously garnering sympathy from the reader. School is both constraint (no job allowed) and safety net, justifying the act of taking cash as a rational response to deprivation. The casual “lol” at the end functions as deflection, masking shame with humor and making the confession palatable. OP manages to make his actions be read as pragmatic, not transgressive—the ethics hinge on his parent's restrictive control rather than OP's act of stealing. This falls in line nicely with they daylight language hypothesis formed in analyzing our word embedding output since it is a clear example of institutional rule breaking.
correlating to meal, by YesNormal:
Title: When I was a kid my dad made me think eating cereal with warm water was normal.
Flair: Remorse
It was ever since I was young. I had no idea people were meant to eat cereal with milk. I would always have warm water from the kettle on my cereal and grew up thinking that was how it was meant to taste and be eaten. My dad was a massive slob and didn't want to cook me meals so would just buy me cereal for most meals and then couldn't even be bothered to buy milk for it.
I ended up confronting my father years later because it wasn't normal and he just said he's lactose intolerant and he didn't want to keep buying it just for me because it would spoil.
I'm genuinely pissed. This isn't the only questionable thing he's done raising me. I feel like it probably isn't a big deal to other people, but it is to me.
This confession turns a mundane morning ritual into an accusation of neglect: the father’s convenience overriding OP's idea of normality ("Cereal with warm water" vs "I had no idea people were meant to eat cereal with milk"). The diction, like in "massive slob," "couldn’t be bothered", indicates immense resentment towards his father as the now grown-up OP finds out of his abnormal upbringing. The "Remorse" flair points inward, yet the text mostly indicts the parent’s failures and seemingly shallow justification ("lactose intolerant"), with the post reading less like a confession and more like a rant about the past and his father. This post is inconsistent with our hypothesis of daytime posts about being more structured and impersonal, but rather fits better with our model of nighttime posts being more emotionally charged.