instruction:
Given a real-life anecdote of a complex ethical situation, generate a suitable title that describes the main event/root cause of the situation. Imagine that the given text is a social media post, and you have to write the title of the post, so the users can decide to read the main text or not.
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Some background info: I walk every day to and from college. I play trombone in the band and I've rented a French horn to learn, which means every Monday and Wednesday I carry a trombone on my right shoulder with my hand to secure the strap (case has backpack straps and I use one since I have an actual backpack too) and the horn in my left. Now, I know this light. If you don't press the button button before the light turns green, even if it's a half second late, the hand doesn't turn into the green walking guy, but the light still will be green for over a minute. I get to the light right as it turns green, and obviously my hands are full so there's no realistic chance of me pressing the button. I look both ways and walk. Then, I hear a loud engine and someone laying into their horn. I turn to see this speeding black car racing towards me and slightly drifting towards the curb but not signaling. Given that I just walked past a bar, I take a couple steps back to position the light pole thing between myself and the car ( I only had taken a couple steps into the crosswalk) as a precaution. The driver slams his break in the middle of the crosswalk, makes an angry gesture towards the red hand, drives extra slowly until he's out of the crosswalk, and then zips away. Now this confused me because whenever I drive, I always look for pedestrians, light or no light. I get that the walk signal is somewhat for my safety but do drivers really rely so heavily on it?

TL;DR I walked technically on a red light even though the traffic light would stay green for a long time, angry driver honks at me
answer:
walking during a red light


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 First, I’d like to apologize for any mistakes, English is not my first language.

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Background information: I’m a transgender man. I met some LGBT-friendly people I got close with during my first year of university and everything was going pretty well between us. I introduced them to a guy in our course I befriended later on. They all liked him and he was a really cool guy, inviting us to his place to study and play D&amp;D, supporting when some of us came out of the closet… 

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In September, we were all chatting on our group chat about random stuff until the guy started posting memes and making transphobic jokes I did not like at all. I called him out, reminding him that was not okay. He apologized and everyone acted like nothing happened. Two days later, same problem. I called him out again, and he apologized again. I was starting to get annoyed with him as he continued to do that every week.

At some point in mid-October I got really mad and told him to shut up when he was making another “joke” (irl this time), then stopped talking to him at all. I left the group chat but kept talking to the others during class and by messages, but they seemed to grow distant, to the point they stopped talking to me.

Now we’re in February and no one from the group had talked to me since. They act like I have the plague or something, not saying hello or responding when I try to interact for homework and avoiding sitting next to me during class. The only interaction we had since happened yesterday, when a girl from the group throw to my face the signing sheet during class. 

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On one hand, my relatives told me it was my fault for not being tolerant and that I only got what I deserved. On the other, two close friends agreed they acted like children and that it’s good riddance.

I’m now wondering, am I the asshole here? Was I really intolerant by telling him to shut up? Did I really get what I deserved?
answer:
not talking to a transphobic friend


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Backstory: My Grandpa and Grandma were the "kids were to be seen, not heard" variety when I was growing up. Every memory I have of them as a kid was one of two: 

* Excuses for missing something important I invited them to (championships, awards, events, bring grandparents to school day, etc...) with the exception of my High School graduation, which they were there, said congrats and left. It kinda felt more like they felt obligated rather than wanting to be there.
* Being told that I was everything wrong with my generation. I spent too much time playing video games (hilarious since they always had the same old movies and TV shows playing). In addition, I needed to get outside more, despite being active in sports (see again the above TV hypocrisy)

Well fast forward, Grandpa based a few years ago, and one of my aunts moved in with Grandma, she's not doing great. She's not in bad health per-say but it's getting harder for her to take care of stuff.

We visit 1-2 times a year and she's always commenting on how we need to drop by more, how she misses us and wants to see us more.

I've been told I'm being heartless but I'm married now, I've built a life for myself, which I feel she's chosen not to include herself in my whole life until now. I don't hate her, I am happy to visit 1-2 times a year, but I also feel like she doesn't actually care about me, she wants me to visit so she's not lonely and couldn't care less who it is.

Well there it is, AITA? Am I being petty and selfish with my time, or are my bi-annual visits more than fair?

I wait my judgement with an open mind.
answer:

not visiting my Grandma


