Given a post that is a real-life anecdote of a complex ethical situation and an associated claim about its type, verify if the claim is true or not. The claim asks if the posts are historical or hypothetical. The posts are "HISTORICAL" when the author has already done something and they are "HYPOTHETICAL" when the author is considering doing something in the future. Say 'yes' if the claim is true otherwise say 'no'
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Question: CLAIM : The following post is HISTORICAL. POST : Okay, let’s just get in to it. I was going with a few friends to see Bohemian Rhapsody, which turned out to be a movie with a lot of music and more dramatic quiet moments than expected.
My friends and I don’t see movies often and decided to just kinda go all out, so we went to the nicest theatre we could afford. Don’t know if this is a thing at all theaters, but at this place we had to choose our seats before entering.
Anyways, turned out that the seats we chose were convieniently next to a guy that quickly began doing stuff like humming at random times, talking, and singing along with the movie some.
We all kinda brushed it off at first, sure it was annoying but it wasn’t too terrible, but it slowly started to get worse. 
Now, at one point in the movie, Freddie kisses a dude in a decently frantic quiet scene. And the guy next to us started freaking out. He wasn’t yelling or screaming, but he was at least talking loud enough for the majority of the theater to hear him complain and groan loudly. At this point I was kinda sick of it, so I leaned in to him and said something along the lines of “Hey, we all love Queen too, but could you please just stop talking?” 
He gave me a death glare and talked less, but didn’t completely shut up.
I feel like I was kind of an ass for calling him out because he seemed like he might’ve had some sort of thing wrong with his head, and looking back on it I definitely should’ve just tried to tell the staff about it instead of directly confronting him. I don’t really know. 


Answer: yes


Question: CLAIM : The following post is HISTORICAL. POST : To start off, I am a 19 y/o female and my brother is a 24 y/o male. He's lived with my dad (59) and my other brother (27) for around a year and a half now. Let me preface this by saying I by no means hate my brother: I just can't stand living with him, nor can I tolerate a number of his behaviours. Ever since he moved in with us, life at home just hasn't been as good. He lives in the converted attic/loft, which is directly above mine and my dads room, and is rarely not making noise, either by shouting and otherwise being verbally loud (he's a 'gamer'), banging and smashing furniture because he died or something, or walking around (the creeky af floors) till past midnight. He hoards dirty plates and glasses in his room for days at a time and leaves said mess in the sink for someone else to clean up (which personally is repulsive and as someone with a mild germ issue, this stresses me out). He's very anti-social so doesn't really spend time with us, cannot be disagreed with without an argument ensuing, smokes weed 'out of the window' - not that it smells like it - which is an annoyance not only because it smells, but because its illegal. He's also very aggressive at times. I mentioned about the banging when he games - well, that's the tip of the iceberg. In pain? Hit something. Internet cuts out? Hit something. There's no milk? Hit something. Any mild/moderate inconvenience? Hit something. Including people. On my 19th birthday, he threw a full bottle at my bed, ripping open my ear, and then punched me in the face. When we got home, he had to be restrained by my dad and boyfriend multiple times to prevent him assaulting me a third time, and even spat at me. He threatened to kill me when I said I was going to phone the police. He tried to defend himself by saying I provoke people. Right.

So, as you can tell, he's not an ideal person to be around. And my dad knows this. But he does little to nothing. When he moved in with us, he told me that things would change. His anger problem would be addressed, his basic inability to function like a normal adult wouldn't be tolerated, etc. Of course these turned out to be just words. My dad feels as though his hands are tied, and in a way, I get it. He doesn't want to have to kick out - or even threaten to kick out - his son. But the problem is, he's going to have to end up choosing between the two of us, because I can't tolerate it. Every day there is another thing I have to bring to my dads attention, and he's no longer interested in hearing it and tells me to give it a rest. He says I'm being unfair and that there's nothing he can do. Am I an asshole for pursuing it? I have to live here too. In fact, I've lived with my dad since I was 12, and only continue to live here as I'm a student and can't afford to move out. To be honest with you, I'm scared of my brother 70% of the time, and don't feel safe or comfortable in my own home, which makes me really sad. Am I overreacting? What should I do?

TL/DR: my elder brother is loud, messy and aggressive, and I want my dad to act on it.

Answer: yes


Question: CLAIM : The following post is HISTORICAL. POST : I was a former reddit browser, but this subreddit inspired me to make an account to share my story, so bare with me if this looks shitty.


My roommates and I are high school juniors at a borading school. We've been besties since frshmen year, but this is the first year a three room dorm has opened up, and the previous two years they've roomed with each other, so this was a new experience for me. However, the past 5 months have been some of the worst months of my entire life, bar none.


Let's start with my first roommate, who we'll call Louisa. Louisa, while one of my closest friends, has a glaring issue, being that she's a giant ho. This was something I was aware of in my 9th and 10th grade years but it wasn't until this year, when I was literally kept awake into the early morning from her having a different dude in the room like every night. And as if losing sleep over it isn't bad enough, if she gets caught in the act, she, my roommate, and I will all get in serious trouble for breaking the boarding policy. So I could face expulsion from the school over this shit.

Then there's Victoria, perhaps the first friend I made at the boarding school. Victoria is super nice, and I love her to death, but I'll be damned of she isn't the biggest attention whore/drama queen/prima donna I've ever met. She needs all eyes on her, and have temper tantrums involving things being thrown across the room if they aren't; she has serious attachment issues, she'll get genuinely mad/jealous/petty if I hang out with a friend of mine from the basketball team; she storms into the room every day crying about a different thing every day, and half of the time it's so unrealistic I seriously doubt it happened; and to top it all off she'd be just like Louisa if not for the fact that she never gets in bed with any of the boys she talks to. She just crushes on them for a week, moves on to the next one, regrets that decision, I hear about it in her next temper tantrum, and she gets over it and moves on to the next boy in a long line of them. Every fucking week, without fail.

I haven't been able to tolerate it, and no matter what I ask of them it doesn't ever stop. I have no idea how these two can tolerate living with each other for the past two years. But every night Victoria sleeps easy through Louisa's deeds, and every afternoon Louisa gives Victoria a shoulder ro cry on over what happened at school.

The past semester (and the first two weeks of this one), have been a literal hell. I love these girls to death, but I'll be damned if they aren't the worst roommates imaginable. So I requested to move to a solo room a couple doors down so I can rest easy. I didn't tell them until yesterday, and I moved into my new room today. They were horribly distraught, and were begging me to stay, because had been planning this all last year. Eventually though they gave up and cut me loose. Saying that I was a terrible roommate anyways because I was a slob.

Now they had a point, my side of the room was easily the least cleaned area. However, they were also right in that it's exactly why I should be in a solo room, and they should too.

Anyways reddit, that was my first post, so tell me. Am I the Asshole?

Answer:
yes


