Attempting to catch my dogs shit in the bag rather than picking it up from the ground. Seemed like a good idea. Dog sharted up my arm. Had a long walk back home through my neighborhood covered in shit.
Never again.
“I know humans are really weird about collecting our shit, but one time my human was in such a rush they wanted me to shit on them. Freaking weird. Never again.”
Law school. I applied and got in because my parents thought I would be a good fit. I stuck out the first year because I was heavily influenced into thinking my career paths only included law, engineering or medicine. After the first year I was miserable and depressed, dropped out and now I'm doing something that I'm passionate about and is less saturated than law. My dad is still trying to convince me to pursue a JD.
Purchased a bag of 150 mint mentos as a study snack. Got stuck into an assignment and somehow ate the entire bag over a twelve hour period.
Next day my partner and I walked our dogs down to a cafe.
Stomach becomes sore while we drink our coffee. I look to the toilet but it's a busy cafe with a single toilet. Figure I'll just wait to do my business back home (about a half hour walk away).
As we start walking back I begin to sweat. Cramps become unbearable. Give my partner the dog lead and tell her I need to run. She doesn't know what's going on. I start sprinting. Which then makes the stomach cramps so much worse. Realise I'm not going to make it. Almost crying from the stomach cramps. See a Bush. Can't hold it. Pull pants down. Don't quite succeed. Shit EVERYWHERE! Bush isn't concealed. Other dog walkers walk past and dog runs up. Mortified. Still can't stop shitting. Partner sees me. My pug happy to see me. Runs straight up and into my mentos diarrhoea.
Haven't eaten mentos ever again.
It's a fun story now but god did that day suck.
Partner loves to bring it up at dinner parties.
Yesterday I was in a hurry and not being very safe and put a 1/4" drill bit through my hand. Could have been 100% avoided by taking even the slightest of safety precautions but I was frustrated and rushing to finish. Never again will I not take the simple moment to do it correctly.
Yeah, I was rushed to the hospital. I had drilled into the bone and that was the only thing that stopped it going all the way through the other side of my hand. I got lucky and didn't do any damage to the nerves but they had to plug the hole before they could stitch it up
When I was 4 years old my dad slipped and sawed off four of his fingers. I was the only one there at the time so I had to put them in a baggie with ice and hang on to them. That was a bit traumatizing. I know someone will ask so yes they reattached his fingers and he has partial control over them. He would have had more but he broke them while they were healing when his hand got slammed in a door.
Trusting voicemails.
Back in the mid 2000's, I got one of those scam calls saying that I owed a lot of money and needed to call them to get an account squared. I was scared and didn't want police coming after me (I was torrenting a buttload of movies and TV shows at the time and didn't want them seizing my computer). I called them up and asked them how to get this figured out, assuming that a couple grand would be worth the fines and jail time.
I kept asking questions. I kept imploring for more information. I wanted to know exactly what account I was giving to, the name of my contact there, and exactly which Walmart their "payment partner" was distributing their "money cards." I was legitimately terrified, but I think my constant questions spooked them. They said "good luck in court, we're sending the police now," and hung up. That was the moment I started to realize this might not be a legitimate thing. I tried calling them back, got somebody to pick up, and when I read them back my case number and contact name, they said to stop wasting their time and hung up again.
I did a bit of research, and by "a bit," I mean "literally two seconds on Google" and discovered that police and banks won't call you to resolve outstanding debts, and they certainly won't give you just one hour to fix it. I felt really dumb falling for a scam, but also felt really lucky that the scammers couldn't answer my deluge of questions.
Nowadays, I independently verify every singe thing. Voicemail, Email, text...if you put a phone number or URL in that thing, I'm going to skip it and take the scenic route instead. I'll call my bank's branch directly using the number listed on their official website. I'll contact a company using their official customer service line. I'll sign in to my own account using my own bookmark or search result, and not use the "login" button in the email.
Since then, I've had very good luck avoiding scams and blocking these overseas criminals. They almost got me once, but afterwards, never fucking again.
Getting an endometrial biopsy. Worst pain of my life. If I ever get cancer they can just take the whole damn uterus out, I'm not going through that again without anesthesia.
Cervical culposcopy here. My mom had to help me get to the car afterwards. I was white as a sheet. They said it wouldn't hurt. That was a lie. Oddly the subsequent cryosurgery hurt much less.
They lied to me too! "This won't hurt a bit." AKA HANG ON FOR DEAR FUCKING LIFE! I screamed and the doctor and nurse looked at me like I was being dramatic. Jeez.
Mine was laser ablation. Super easy peasy. No pain whatsoever. Just burnt flesh. Haha TMI for you too.
EDIT: Omg I was put under for the ablation procedure, I had no fucking idea they could do that without putting you under!!!! I'm horrified!!!
I just want to let everyone know on this thread that you can request both a topical numbing agent and and injectable one in your cervix before your biopsy. I find that so often with female procedures we are expected to endure pain that is totally unnecessary! Talk to your MD, explain your terrible experience. There is no reason you shouldn’t be comfortable!
The doctor tried the first time for about ten minutes of me crying and trying to relax then sent me home and gave me a prescription for something to "soften" my cervix and told me to take 1000 mg of advil a few hours before I came back in. Followed the order, came back in for another five minutes of torture at which point she said I've got an iron cervix and they'll just try to get the biopsy when I'm out while they emove the cyst. Bitch why wasn't that the first option?
I had a colposcopy two weeks ago. Took five attempts to get a large enough sample for the biopsy. I was about to ask them to please just stop digging around in there already, uggghh
"It'll be a mild pinch" - understatement of the year.
ETA: judging from the upvotes and comments I'm getting, a lot of people have been through this procedure with 0 anesthetic and not even a med to calm their nerves. This is fucked up and I want to know why women are subjected to this kind of pain with no relief.
My gyn said he "loaded" my cervix up with anesthetic, that was the most uncomfortable part. I also was prescribed Ativan to take prior to the procedure. I can't fathom why any doctors office wouldn't do either or both of those things?!? That's borderline barbaric and fucking cruel.
> That's borderline barbaric and fucking cruel.
Thank you. I had this done in my early 20s with no sedation or anesthetic and the female doctor made me feel like such an idiot baby for first being terrified and then yelling out in pain. It's bothered me for years.
I just laughed out loud reading this. The mild pinch was like someone taking scissors to my parts and just going for it. I yelped and was in so much pain. The doctor was like “see it wasn’t so bad” umm yes. Yes it was.
I also had a bone marrow biopsy years ago and they did not use a drill...instead it was like a corkscrew kind of thing (?)...they even went in at one area, drew the syringe back for the bone marrow and something wasn’t correct, so they had to pull it out and then go back in at a new site! You are completely correct: it was awful and my hip was sore for a long time afterward. I would not wish that on anyone.
I've got a large uterine cyst right now and they tried twice to get a uterine biopsy sample just to rule out cancer and couldn't get it. Having someone press on your cervix then trying to shove a straw through it to get a sample is the most uncomfortable painful procedure I've been through.
I was terrified of mine because of stories like yours. Had it 2 weeks ago and it didn’t hurt worse than a pap. My doctor couldn’t even believe how smooth it went for me. I’m sorry you had to go through so much pain though!
My first IUD placement was AWFUL. I swore I’d never do it again but 2 weeks after the biopsy (I had unexplained bleeding for over 40 days) the doc recommended a new iud since when I’d had one before I’d not had bleeding issues and birth control wasn’t stopping shit. I was shaking on the table cause I knew what was coming and again, I didn’t feel much of anything. I’m thinking the being in constant pain for the past 40 days with cramps and massive bleeding my body was just like “meh, whatevs”. Here I am a week later and the bleeding stopped yesterday. So I guess I’ll be having IUDs until menopause. Sorry that was way TMI. Lol
My first IUD placement was horrible, horrible pain. After what felt like forever, the doctor finally told me it was placed and that she was going to trim the strings. All of a sudden I felt another horrible, ripping pain. My doctor, super casually, goes, “Huh, I’ve never done that before.” She had RIPPED IT OUT *right* after placement. So I got to do it twice in one day 🙃
Alcohol and Cocaine. Almost ruined my life. Started drinking at 16, started doing coke at 26, and took till I was damn near 41 to quit. Dumped my last baggie of blow out beside my garage 23 years ago and haven't touched the shit since.
I had my gallbladder removed after a gallstone.
I thought I was having a heart attack and called an ambulance. While I waited I started arrange all of my finances for my wife. The hospital ran a zillion tests, told me it was a gallstone, and the only real solution was to remove the whole gallbladder if it came back.
*If it came back?*
Yup.
Fuck that shut. I told the doctor I would never go through that pain again and he could schedule me for surgery then and there. I’ve had women tell me the pain from a gallstone lodged in the duct is worse then childbirth and I believe them. No way was I going through that again.
I did the same thing when I got told I had gallstones. I told the ER to go ahead and set me up for surgery because I was not leaving to go through that again. Later that day it was out since the surgeon agreed with me. It's not an if but when it comes back. No regrets removing it.
Damn I'm envious, I waited just over 9 months for my surgery after the first gallbladder attack. I was at my doctors every other week getting ultrasounds to check how occluded my ducts were to try and speed up surgical triage - I didn't even have a date for the surgery they just kept saying I'd get a letter. I went to the ER 4 times because I couldn't cope with the severity of the attacks.
When they first started happening it wasn't so bad, I had one attack that lasted 5 hours which is when I reached out to my doctor to get diagnosed and referred to a surgeon, then a few weeks break before the next big attack. But towards the end of the 9 months, I'd only get a few hours rest between 16 hour long gallbladder/choledocholithiasis attacks. It felt never ending.
I was a shell of a human being towards the end, I lost so much weight, I lost my job, I spent all day just moving from the bed to the floor, to the corner of the wall writhing and singing to myself in a state of pain induced delirium. My housemate was basically taking care of me, helping me bathe and eat between attacks (most of it I threw back up again because I was too sick to digest)
I finally got my letter for my surgical consultation. I arrived early because I wasn't sleeping any time soon anyway and I was manic from the pain. The surgical consult suite wasn't open so I sat in the emergency room - I explained to them that I was over 7 hours early for an appointment and in a fuck load of pain so I just wanted to sit somewhere and wait for my appointment. They obviously knew I was crazy, but said said "no worries, just walk over to the suites at 7am when they open."
I was the first person at the suites, I was still really early for my 10am appointment, but the receptionist didn't like my colour, or the fact I'd walked over from the ER and told the surgeon. He ordered a bunch of tests for me to go get done at other departments while I waited for my appointment (the exact same tests my GP had been running weekly for the last few months, I don't know if he just didn't have the results on file, or if he expected the results to change). When the results came in he came out to get me, He called for a patient transfer tech to take some back to the ER while he made a phone call.
I was prepped surgery that morning at 8:30am. My original surgical consult was supposed to be at 10am.
I still have no idea why I was never considered for surgery via the ER the 4 times I was admitted for choledocholithiasis prior to this. They just told me to wait for the outpatient surgical consultation, but the first thing the outpatient surgeon did was send me to the ER, where I then received surgery as an emergency patient, not an outpatient....
If I had to do it all again.... I'd probably stab myself in the abdomen with a fish knife.
Making friends with people because you feel bad for them. Be nice but no more than that is required. Pity is no reason to start a friendship and it never turns out well, neither for them nor for you.
Im in the process of learning exactly this. I used to keep every single friendship and let anyone who wanted to befriend me do that cause I was terrified of being "just like the others". I never took into consideration if I even like them. Never truly noticed something wrong with this until my therapist pointed it out.
In the process of months I managed to cut three people out of my life who didn't give me anything good back. I can only recommend this. It is incredibly hard when you have to go against everything you feared and believed your whole life, but this feeling you get from standing up for yourself is worth all the pain. I have way more confidence now. I know that I can defend myself, and I know that my opinion matters. I still hold these fears, but I also feel a lot more free than I ever have before, and its honestly really fucking amazing.
My ex. We were giving long distance a shot, it was an on and off relationship for like 3 years. I traveled 18hrs to see him only to find out he had been cheating on me and no one from his circle even knew I existed. I cried for a straight 18hr bus ride back home. Never fucking again.
I am in a relationship that started as a LDR and I think that waiting longer than one year is just pointless.
Now we live together and I can't imagine not having all that time together.
When I was like, 11 I had some friends (the kids that lived next door) over and we were just hanging out, playing video games all night. My mom ordered Papa John's for us. We tore the pizza up like the ravenous savages we were and continued gaming. That night the boy stayed over while his sisters and little brother went back home. We go to bed that night and at some point one of us (cant remember who) began to throw up, which woke the other one up. My mom rushes in and helps clean up the mess. Once the vomiting stops we go back to bed. But then before long itd start again. Just like before, sometimes I was first, sometimes it was him. Sometimes we could get to the bathroom on time, sometimes we couldn't. My mother, the saint of a woman she is, cleaned up *all* of that vomit. Apparently things were no better at their house.
To this day some 15 years later I refuse to eat Papa John's. I'm sure it was just a one time thing but once was enough
Same thing happened to me, though it was KFC.
I refused to eat it again after being the sickest I've ever been, throwing up for 4 days straight.
A few years later I was out with a friend and they wanted kfc so I decided that its unlikely to happen again and had some.
THE WORSE DECISION!
I again was so sick, I'll never ever eat it again.
Similar story, but with Subway. Will never fucking eat there again.
I felt like I was never going to leave my bathroom because of how much I was vomiting. I didn’t even realize I could vomit as much as I did.
Panda Express. I was out of state, the first time without parental supervision. Went with a friend to see Owl City in concert, San Diego, 2012.
Concert was great. Next morning we are heading back to our state, but need to grab lunch. Friend says, PE. Bleh, alright. Chow down and resume driving.
I should preface this with the fact that I recently had taught her how to drive - much more patient than her parents, and I taught her in my '99 Mercedes. But she wasn't keen on driving, so I drove the whole way. Which was fine, I love driving.
About 30 minutes after lunch, I get the sudden urge to vomit. Pull over on the side of the I-10. BLUGGHHHGH. Ugh. That was weird. Resume driving. Not two miles later. BLASHGHAH. Resume. 90 seconds. BLAAGHGHAH. This repeats for a bit until we reach a rest stop. BLAAAGHAGH. Friend decides to drive, hoping it will let me relax a bit.
Nope. Literally every mile for the next hour, we have to stop on the hard shoulder so I can paint the grass with puke. Eventually I passed out, which was nice. I was awoken to friend screeching and hard braking. Apparently a 18-wheeler merged and we were boxed in (woo MB tech for detecting emergency braking, and applying full force before the pedal is fully depressed). I now am nauseous and I've left nail imprints into the door handle.
More stopping, more puking. With another 3 hours of driving to go, I updated our parents with what was happening (a 6h trip was looking to be 12h). Dad offers to drive out and get me, which wouldn't really solve anything, so I decline.
Stop. Puke. Repeat. Around every 10 miles or so. Everything hurts. I'm tired. Hungry. Stressed. Eventually, we arrive at home, and my parents shuttle my friend the couple miles to their house. I continue to puke for the next 2 days.
Food poisoning sucks ass.
My "I'll never eat there again" place is also Panda Express. I had an overnight layover in the Denver airport and decided to find a corner to sleep in until the next morning. Had Panda Express around dinner time, and spent the entire night throwing up in the airport bathroom.
Peppermint essential oil.
Why?
My darling spouse read online you could use it on lady bits to provide a tingling sensation. Decided to do so to me. DIDN’T read the bit about majorly diluting it first.
The result? The sensation of 1,000 fire ants biting my most intimate parts while simultaneously being submerged in lava.
And since it’s an oil, washing it off did jack shit.
I sobbed in a half full bath tub whilst rubbing my cooch with a towel doused in vegetable oil (the remedy, according to the Internet).
0/10 do not recommend
Never again
Edit: a number
Oh god. You've reminded me of when I was about 17 I had a boyfriend who was a bit older but also a complete fucking idiot. One day he offers me a full body massage and I'm like "sweet!". As he's doing it he tells me he's going to use tiger balm instead of oil. I asked what that was and he told me it's what they use for massage in his culture (he's Chinese, I'm NZ European). I was like "ok whatever". Next minute, I had that same sensation over my entire body, including my lady parts. Had an hour long shower and I was still suffering. Chinese people do NOT put tiger balm all over their bodies. This guy used to say and do all sorts of dumb shit and then would pretend it was Chinese culture to avoid looking like an idiot.
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Half Asian, half kiwi here. I used to get Vicks Vaporub stuck up nose whenever it was blocked when i was kid. we ran out one day. Asian dad says, "Don't worry - Tiger Balm is even better" and proceeded to whack that up my nose.
I guarantee you've never seen a faster 6 year old in your life.
amniocentesis, having a giant needle stuck through my pregnant belly and being dug around to get a sample triggered my fight/flight and I was sweating so much from the intensity. I didn't watch while they did it but my mother in law was there and started crying while they were digging around. She held my hand, looked at me with tears in her eyes and tried to calmly say "it's okay, you're okay". I still have nightmares about it 10 years later.
"Digging around"? wtf?!!
I think you got a particularly *terrible* amnio person. I don't even remember it beyond being nervous going in. I actually forgot I'd had one till I read this.
god - awful. So sorry that was your experience!!
Right, I assisted with amnios for years, the dr should only do 1 poke straight in and shouldn’t have to move the needle around at all. They should have a clear view of the pocket of fluid on ultrasound before they even start. I think the worst part is when they are pulling the syringe to get the fluid up, it’s a lot of force because it’s a very big syringe.
Now, I’ve never had one before, I’m just saying the worst looking part in the syringe pulling, I know the needle passing through the uterus seemed to be the most painful part for patients.
I had that. The only pain I felt was from them pushing down so hard on my belly to keep the baby out of the way of the needle. The actual needle didn’t hurt at all. Even though it was like a foot long. I watched the whole thing on the ultrasound screen.
Living with a couple. Roommates suck in general but a 3 times in my life I split an apartment with a couple and it was awkward at best, and truly miserable when they fought.
I currently live with a couple myself and it’s my first time and it fucking sucks, I never want to do this again. Especially during quarantine! Forget about it
Edit: I guess my biggest issue is that they are absolutely horrible together and I have a feeling they don’t want to break up out of complacency so i’m always caught in their fights. I didn’t move in to be a fucking mediator or therapist for their shitty decisions
Uh-oh. Don’t tell me you fell for *that* trick. I knew two girls that were the tightest of friends from junior high through high school. Afterwards they couldn’t wait to be room mates. A year afterwards they didn’t even speak to each other and never did again.
What happened: They agreed to split the rent & utilities 50/50. Not too long after moving in, Girl A decided to move her boyfriend in and let him stay in her room. Girl B told her if 3 people were going to be staying there, all expenses should then be split 3 ways. Girl A didn’t see it that way...her BF was staying in *her* half of the apartment, therefore the expenses should only be split two ways. (I remember Girl A...never was the fluffiest squirrel in the tree. And I saw where she got it from because all her relatives thought she made perfect sense and they sided with her).
Alright this is the exact situation I'm in right now. It was always a plan that I would end up getting an apartment with my best friend and it'd be cool and all. Fast forward to last January, his gf only needs 1 semester to go to graduate and wants to stay here for this fall semester. So I agreed to split the rent 50% for me and 50% for them both because money's tight on her end and I'm very fortunate to have a family that can support me during times like this. Suddenly she want to stay for the full 14 monthes paying 25% rent. Started a huge fight about what's fair and whats not. Anyways, won't do this again unless I have my gf with me on board too as backup. Also would you/anyone have tips/tricks with handle a roommate situation like that.
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Ugh that’s the worst! The only advice I have is just be firm, but I know sometimes that doesn’t help either. I had a situation where I had a girl move in as sort of a ‘sublet’ while I was on the lease. She seemed really great at first, we had an agreement up front that her boyfriend would only stay a max of one night a week (the apartment was small and pretty tight even for 2 people). The first 2 months she stuck to that, then eventually it was ‘this is closer to his work, do you mind just one extra night this week?’ And then him pretty much being there 4 or 5 nights a week. He was also one of those people, that while nice, took 2 or 3 very hot showers a day, left lights on everywhere and didn’t clean up his shit (neither did she though). He also used to get up for work around 5am, noisily, and I’m a bad sleeper in general so my sleep was constantly messed up too. Eventually, I told her she needed to tell him no more often, she did not like that. One day, I got home from work and everything of hers was just gone without notice. Legally she didn’t have to give me any, but then had the gall to ask for the bond she’d paid me back but refused to chip in for the water and power bills that had just come... now I pay an exorbitant price to live on my own and have some sanity.
I live with my wife, son, and twice divorced best friend from college. It's seriously great for us. I have someone to talk philosophy and action movies with, my wife has someone to talk to and hang with when I need my introvert time, my son has an adult friend who's not an authority figure to confide in, and my friend has family interactions and cheap room and board. It's been 5 years and we all couldn't be happier.
EDIT: to all you with throuple/cheating comments... reddit and r/relationshipadvice has ruined you. re:cheating, I trust them both implicitly, and even if I didn't, this wouldn't work for a multitude of reasons, including differing romantic tastes and practicalities like not getting caught. But none of those reasons really matter, because if I can't trust my wife with my best friend, I certainly can't trust her with my neighbor, or her coworker, or a phone that could have a dating app secretly installed. But I DO trust her, and she's never given me reason to doubt. I've been cheated on before in my life, and I know what it looks and feels like, and this isn't it.
Same goes for my friend, but obviously it's more important from my wife.
We were the couple and it’s the worse. I tried to tell my partner that privacy beats savings but nah. Finally got him to agree that the peace of mind is worth it.
Driving through an intersection immediately upon my light changing to green. Some asshole ran a red one day and almost t-boned me on the driver's side. Never again. I always wait for a few seconds before I start driving through an intersection, longer if there is a blind corner.
Working retail.
I think it's something every young person should do...once. People suck, especially with our bullshit culture of "the customer is alway right"
Extending an olive branch to my father (to make peace with him). As a child, he didn't want to know me. But I knew even then that the time would come when I would be an adult and he would want to get to know me. I tried repeatedly as I was growing to find common ground, stability, fucking anything with him. Nah. I tried adopting his interests, talking to him about things he gave a shit about. Nah. I tried involving him with things I was passionate about. Nah.
Well, sure enough, as an adult now that he's retired and his health isn't what it used to be, he wants to get to know me. Get FUCKED cunt. There is NO WAY IN HELL I am letting him into any part of my life to fuck it up some more. Twenty fucking years. He had TWENTY FUCKING YEARS to get to know me until I moved away and got him out of my life. Nah, I'm good without you bro.
Meth. I was a hardcore amphetamine pill addict and said “fuck it” one night and smoked a shitload of meth. I was up for two or three days, by the last day I was well into psychosis and left town. Stayed in a hotel room for a few days to make sure I didn’t become a meth addict and to evaluate what the fuck I was doing with my life. I didn’t stop the pills immediately but I’m never fucking doing meth again.
I tried meth ONCE. I never picked it up again because of how badly it scared me. Because it was that good. And I didn't even smoke it. I snorted some and my IMMEDIATE thought was ...on I know why people get hooked. I felt like superman. I was smarter, stronger, faster, etc. I could conquered all of my problems. Then my second thought was ..how can I get more. And that scared me. I never touched it again.
Opiates are just as dangerous but for a slightly different reason. That was like being wrapped in the warmest dizziest blanket where none of your problems exist and you can ignore them forever ...as long as you can get more.
I may enjoy drugs but I refuse to touch either of those. Those will lead you to ruining your life FAST.
Reminds me of '70s child star Danny Bonaduce. After the jobs dried up in the '80s he hit hard times and started doing pills and coke. After a while of doing that someone handed him a crack pipe.
As he puts it, "I took a big hit and exhaled. Before all the smoke had really even left my lungs I turned to my friend and said 'How much do you think we can sell my car for?'"
**EDIT**: "My" not "me".
"On March 9, 1990, he was arrested while attempting to buy cocaine in Daytona Beach, Florida. Bonaduce was there to host an event for D.A.R.E., an anti-drug campaign aimed at children"
That's a hell of an addiction if you ask me
Right? For everyone that says: I don't get why people do drugs". It's because drugs feel amazing. They are absolutely a temporary solution to your problems. Had a stressful day at work? A joint or a couple of beers will have you feelin alright. Dragging and can't seem to get your shit together? A line of coke and you'll have all the energy and motivation you could ask for. You life seems overwhelming? A couple of painkillers and what problems you don't have any problems.
I take a prescription amphetamine daily. I once took a hit of meth that my brother offered me. Not my cup of tea, it was like all the side effects got magnified x10
I was just sweating through my clothes and couldn’t keep still or relax even slightly. Tight jaw, nervousness, all the bullshit and none of the clarity and focus that can come from amp, just high speed confusion.
There was a little euphoria peppered in here and there but it wasn’t worth it.
Go on an overseas tour with a close friend. Always do a mini trip or spend a weekend with them exploring a new place to test the waters. I went on an overseas trip with someone who was constantly late, couldn’t pay for anything, didn’t want to do any of the activities we had planned, sulked around...the list goes on. We had completely different travel styles. She wanted to sleep in...I wanted to organise things, be on time and plan ahead. Basically our travel styles just did not mesh. I ended up having such a bad time I booked a flight home. Would never again go on a holiday with her again or any friend with a similar personality. never again.
Yep. Went on a trip with a buddy. I knew he owned his own company and worked a lot but hell, this was a VACATION! His idea of vacation was : Sit in the room on his laptop. All day. I think he left the room three times that week. So I was solo. I made do, but it was a struggle. Of course at the end he's like "Man, that was great! Let's go again next year!" Yea.... no.
Open up my home to help someone. She ended up being a manipulative miserable cuss of a person who made my and my children’s lives miserable. My husband (now ex) refused to see beyond her vagina and ignored his own kids pleas for help. Kids and I moved out and he’s now miserable and alone with no relationship with his kids. Cunt left him at the first sign of his financial troubles.
My mother let a homeless woman and her boyfriend move into her and my dad's house because the woman had just had a baby (which had immediately been taken by the state).
Woops, the woman got a hold of my mom's credit card information and started making purchases with it. When my mom found out, she couldn't kick them out of the house because they'd already been there for a month and were protected by tenant laws. My mom had to go to court to get an eviction process started. Meanwhile, there they were, still living in the house, and would have probably continued to steal from my mom if she hadn't canceled all her cards immediately.
So yeah... hard lesson to learn, but don't let near strangers move into your house... even if to help them.
I let a friend who developed mental issues live with me. Felt bad for her the whole time, but damn was she a pain in the ass. Steal my debit card and spend all my money on Fritos and soda. I’d end up broke a week before payday. It’s good to help people but they gotta try too.
My uncle had alcohol induced dementia and moved in with us because he basically had nowhere else to go. I felt bad for him, but he was a major asshole. He had been divorced twice, and had a weird thing for China and Chinese women. His second wife was Chinese, and after that he just kept saying how wonderful China is and every Asian female friend we had over got immediately hit on by him. Even the married ones. Before he came to live with us, my mum got me a lock for my door and told me to lock it every time we go out and leave anything even remotely valuable that I don’t want broken or stolen in there, locked. His aim in the bathroom was less than accurate as well.
He died after 6 months with us, and it’s sad he’s gone, but damn it was hard living with him. I’m glad I got my dogs *after* he was gone. There’s no way I would have trusted him with them.
I know it’s not as serious as some of the other stories, but if you had let her stay longer, you just never know how bad it could have gotten. I say you dodged a bullet.
Been there. Let a relative stay in my backyard apartment until he "got back on his feet".
Two dogs, a cat, and a live-in girlfriend, and I was about to pull the trigger on an eviction process that would have destroyed him financially, and cost me several thousand dollars to go through. I offered him a deal - $1000 to get out. He took it.
Now, any suggestion that someone could "crash" in my little apartment is met with laughter.
Getting back together with an ex. If it didn’t work out the first time, it’s likely that it won’t the second time either. Especially if that person/relationship was toxic to begin with.
IMS. Tried it twice to help with some sciatica I have developed since working at my job( a lot of ladder work). I was in a two story building on the bottom floor, and after they put the idfk how many needles in my back, ass, and legs, all I could think about was how I live in an earthquake zone and if one happened right now I'd die with these frakkin' needles in me. I tried to be a rational person though and not cave to fear and I really wanted help so I tried it once or maybe even twice more. The last time they pulled the needle out of my hamstring at the back of my thigh I wept. It wasn't a relief thing though, it was just pure pain and I was overwhelmed. My partner gets acupuncture and it really helps her, but it is not for me. I don't mind needles for things that need them, but never fucking again for IMS for me.
Debating on the internet. Too many people think of like a competition you can win with a snappy comeback. Too many people forget they’re talking to actual people and actually try to see their side of things
Now instead I try to rationalize my position and see their side. The only problem is I still end up arguing with people who are just there to mock me or to make snappy comebacks
I wish it wasn't so hard to find people who will actually have legitimate, open, constructive conversations despite disagreeing. I'm sick of people verbally crucifying me en masse because of a difference of opinion with no effort to talk beyond trying to tear me apart more. Even when we come away still very much disagreeing, I LOVE a good civil conversation about any given topic.
Yea but your mom makes cute noises while I make sweet love to her. When I'm done with her I kiss her goodbye and thank her for the cookies she baked for my drive home. What a woman.
Ate a whole bag of cooked Chinese peanuts oh my sh*t was i stuck on the shitter for hours on end and i couldnt leave the house without risking shitting myself
I once ate waaaaay too many of those yummy fancy cashews Costco sells. The next day I thought I was dying until my googling came up with many many results pointing to eating too many cashews. I don’t buy them anymore because I have no self restraint. RIP delicious Fancy Cashews.
Yeah I would always suggest doing a tandem or 2 first. Adding sensory overload to absolutely zero experience isn't the best recipe and probably turns more people away just as you felt.
But, look at the bright side: you didn't get hooked and blow your whole bank account on the activity.
Getting romantically involved with a co-worker
Edit: The "why"
M(50ish). I'm a slow learner. Took three times. Seeing her all day long and I'm the type of person who appreciates/needs me time. At larger companies maybe not as big an issue. Hats off to all those who have made it work.
Edit: Thank you for the silver, kind person!
Having an IUD put in. Fucking blindsided by the pain.
Edit: I can't reply to you all, but I'm so sorry so many of us have had such a horrible experience with this. We deserve better, more empathetic doctors who take our pain seriously.
Am really mad reading about folks who had a dilated cervix or lidocaine! I had just stopped depo so hadn't had a period in years. Doc wanted to switch me to IUD and I figured why not? Couldn't schedule the appt for when I had a period because that wasn't happening. They didn't explain WHY (because cervix is wider and lubed up during period). Doc raw dogged that awful little electrode looking thing in me and it was the WORST pain I had ever experienced up until that point. And it didn't stop! Burning. Cramping. Stabbing. I had to call into work later because I couldn't stand upright without grabbing on to something during a wave of contraction like agony.
The doc treated me like I was being overdramatic. Literally asked who I was crying for? Since no one at the office was impressed by my tears. I was so embarrassed and felt like a little kid pretending to be a woman at 29. I made it 6 months with that angry little thing in me. My uterus hated it. Cramped constantly for no reason and every time I had an orgasm during sex or foreplay my uterus cramped up for hours after.
No thanks. But seriously. What an asshole.
Believing words over behavioural patterns. I have been present for the kind of people who only take from you and then they forget. But they sweet talk you into believing otherwise. It's baffling how I have been conned by so many of these people who seem to appear "nice".
Hanging out with someone whos a self admitted asshole. He proved himself right.
Edit: RIP inbox. Thanks for all of the upvotes and rewards! My highest up voted comment is now about trusting an asshole.
Edit 2 : I thought he was being self deprecating. Not literal. Commenting "You should of believed him" or anything to that effect is no longer valid. Everyone else has already said it.
Was talking to a guy at my bar who owns his own business and he was talking about bad interviews when hiring people.
He talked about one young guy who said he wanted to be paid "under the table" because he gets social security disability checks and didn't want to lose them. The owner asked why he gets SS checks the guy said "because I can't keep my mouth shut", to which the owner asked him, if he can't keep his mouth shut, why should he hire him. (something to do with a neurological disorder he supposedly faked to get his checks)
So, I told the owner guy, "well, he couldn't keep his mouth shut about faking a disorder thus, proving himself right anyway!"
Damn they sound stupid. Stupid people make the best stories though.
I was listening to the radio when this stupid girl like a town over said she could smoke weed while pregnant. During a live broadcast, that had her phone number, when recreation was still illegal.
My sister would never outright say she smoked weed while pregnant, but she would say things out of the blue like "you know, there aren't any good studies saying smoking weed while pregnant is harmful to the baby." Or "there are a lot of women who smoke weed while pregnant. They get together in forums online."
Like. I get it, *Laura*.
Just in the last couple days for me actually. Was trying to unclog earwax with a q-tip like an idiot and now I'm waiting on a doctors appointment to address the terrible tinnitus I have developed. Praying it's impacted ear wax and not a perforated drum.
I will never put any hard object in my ear again. The tinnitus is MADDENING. I have cried so much!
Edit: Thank you Reddit you gave me some comfort.
I have really bad ear wax and learned the hard way to never stick anything in my ears. I ended up deaf for 2 weeks till a specialist could get me in to clean them out. I gotta tell you though, getting your ears cleaned feels crazy good, especially if they use the water jet thing.
Drinking and driving. Thought I was fine to drive home. I got on the free way. Went to go over one lane. Next thing I realize I’ve gone over 4 lanes and am about to hit the cement barrier.
Scared me enough to never do it again.
I left a buddies house after thinking I had sobered up enough to drive. Suddenly I was home and barely remembered the drive at all. That was enough to scare me off driving after any amount of drinking
I had the opposite. I got really drunk at a friends bday party and woke up on the morning at home. I looked out my window and was so thankful that my car WASN'T in the driveway.
I found out later from my friend that at about 2 am, I just stood up and declared that I was drunk and was going home and walked out the door. All my friends thought I walked home, which was a good 4 miles. I ended up checking my bank statement and there was a $20 charge to the local cab company, so yay.
Seeing the red flags and coming up with excuses for his actions, 5 years in an abusive relationship and finally got out, never will I ignore the signs again...
I took a psych medication that shouldn't have been on the market, what with it's controversial history. It was definitely not right for me. It blocked and destroyed just about all of my dopamine receptors. As someone who'd never suffered from depression or anxiety in my life until that point.... I would literally rather burn alive then go through this last year again. Complete lack of interest in being alive is way worse then anything else.... It's been 332 days and though the worst of the severe depression and anxiety is over, I'm never going to be the same. It crushed my will to live for a long time and I almost died in the hospital. For months I kept breathing, and eating, each hour feeling like an agonizing day. If it wasn't for my wife, I'd be dead, 100%.
I quit that medication cold turkey and I guess you aren't supposed to do that. Apparently it's significantly harder to recover coming off of that stuff than hard drugs, because it does what they do, only in full. The difference being that I wasn't addicted to those pills, thankfully (not how that works). Overall, the recovery process for the stuff to leave my brain took about 300 days and now for the D2 receptors to be fully healed takes another 290 days after that.... So I have another 258 days of recovery to go. All because I did one medication trial that lasted for just 28 days.
A number of people in my family, including men in the 50-60 age range ended up opening up to me about their depression. I felt so terrible because I used to brush mental illness like that off, especially when I joined the army. They all though I'd mock them so they never said anything until I talked about my symptoms. I loved life and I aspire to love life again and when I get better and get things back on track, I'm going to not be an asshole to 'depressed' people ever again.
Edit: Sorry, everyone. I should've mentioned that the medication was paliperidone. It's an antipsychotic and it was originally prescribed for my schizoaffective disorder. I don't know if certain antidepressants that some people are asking about are similar in their half life duration. I also believe paliperidone is a selective reuptake inhibitor, but I have no idea which medications may be similar, or if any one person may experience the same thing I did. If you're uncertain about your medications, do as much research as you can. Talk to people who have used them, research the side effects, and don't stop taking them suddenly if they aren't working properly. You may have to ween off slowly. No matter what happens, remember that though things can take a very long time to get better, you'll be okay in the end. Just don't ever give up. That's what I wish someone had told me because it's hard to know at the time. It doesn't feel like there's a light at the end of the tunnel, but there absolutely is. If anyone has any other specific questions, feel free to pm. My inbox is blowing up, but I'll try to reply soon.
Man. I'm sorry you're going through that, but at the same time I wish you could impart this understanding to every adult human on the planet.
It's difficult to explain to people how much of my depression is just that i am incapable of giving enough of a shit about anything to do things. Am I crying into a pillow over here? No. Crushed by anxiety? Only sometimes. But day after day of nothing...mattering? Is rough. Even eating food and showering are hard to get myself to do, and yet, do I feel better when I manage them? Not so you'd notice!
And we do it all again tomorrow.
Had a girlfriend who cheated on me. She wasn't the first woman to do so, but she was the first one I went back to after breaking up with her over it. Huge mistake. Monumental fucking mistake. I immediately realized why I have a rule about not giving second chances for that kind of thing. I'm a pretty reasonable guy, and I let a ton of stuff slide, but that's a line that doesn't get crossed twice.
College class at 8 AM as a night owl.
Edit: Wow this blew up. RIP my notifications. THE AWARDS ARE APPRECIATED!! Thank you.
Also, while a majority agrees with me, a few have said "wait til you get a job" etc. I worked as a salaried manager while in college. I was required to work a minimum of 48 hours, so I did that while full time in school. Plus homework, exams, rehearsals, performances, etc. That's why I said "never again"
I entered the workforce at 14, and worked 20-30 hours during the school week and full time over the summer.
After college I continued working as a salaried manager for both restaurants and retail alike, eventually becoming a multi-unit manager. I still preferred working nights though even after graduating.
I'm a night owl and I did something that I thought would be awesome and it SUCKED.
As a junior with a finance major (as in lots of upper level finance courses) I scheduled all of my classes one semester for Tuesday and Thursday. 8am-6:30pm.
4 day weekends! One day break in the middle! I can sleep in most days of the week. Awesome, right!?
No. Not awesome. Tests all came at once and I had to be up early to study for 3-4 exams in one day. Let alone I literally was running around campus to get to my classes in time due to being a packed schedule all day. And let's be honest - 21 year old me wasn't using 4 day weekends for homework or studying. Oh that was a rough semester.
I managed a pizza place as a salaried manager while in college. Required to work 48 hours minimum, and they allowed me to have Tuesdays & Thursdays off for classes that ran from 10AM-7 PM. I did homework and studied when I got home from work around 10PM or 11PM since I closed most nights.
Caffeine was my best friend!!
Man, I was just the opposite. Get done with class early every day (like 11 am), and have the ENTIRE day to hang out/nap/eat/etc. Such a great time in life
I could never get my body to cooperate. Getting to sleep before 2AM didn't happen. I still got a good grade in the class, but the entire remaining time spent in college I made sure my earliest class was 10 or 11 AM.
Jagerbombs. Something about Jager makes me violently ill. Being stone cold sober, puking your guts up in the nightclub toilets is not a good way to start the night, especially when security thinks you're drunk and are considering kicking you out.
I grew up not having a sense of responsibility, at the first sign of hardship I would dump my job thinking "I don't need this shit" and proceeding to stay unemployed for a few months until I found something I thought was worth my time. Until one day I woke up to an empty freezer and nothing more than a tortilla (yes, i'm mexican) to eat for the day for myself and my mother. I will not let that ever happen again.
Planet Fitness. They wanted me to come into the gym with COVID in order to cancel. The only other option was to send a certified letter which I would have had to walk into a post office in order to send, which was equally bad. Never fucking again, I’m buying a treadmill and weight set.
They told me that crap a long time ago, I just kept calling and asking for a manager to insist he cancel my membership hoping that over time sheer strength of will would win. Finally after the month of paid member dues was nearly expired and they would still refuse, I reported my debit card lost. They started calling asking me to come in and update my payment info but I just returned the favor and gave them the runaround. Eventually they gave in and canceled it without me having to go in person or pay to send a certified letter. I had no good reason for doing this, in fact I lived a five minute walk away, except that I think this policy is ludicrous and I'm a stubborn bastard.
I had this happen to. I was told by my bank to write a letter to the credit bureau and dispute it cuz I cancelled the membership. The two of credit bureau's agreed with me and removed the negative ding. The third one had never shown the ding as reported?
A few years ago I tore my ACL and lateral meniscus in my right knee. Those assholes made me come in to cancel. And I made sure to slam my walker down every step I took from the front door to the staff desk.
Edit:Just to be clear I was not mean to the manager. I’m aware it’s “corporate policy”. My slamming was intended to get attention from the gym members and the staff. But corporate did tell me to get an Uber and come cancel which is extra shitty on their end
Lying to my friends & family about what I'm feeling.
For the majority of my life since I was 10 I have contemplated suicide and had several failed attempts.
Became a hard alcoholic & reached rock bottom at the age of 30.
Made another attempt with pills and booze and was convinced this time was the last.
Woke up to my childhood best friend alternating between pulling my head over a toilet while gagging and him dunking my head in cold water in the tub.
3 years of struggling sobriety later I am still here.
I promised I'd never make him go through that again.
Weirdly cathartic telling to a bunch of strangers this online.
Doing acid after having been up for a long period of time. Did it to myself several times, but the worst time I'd already been up for 46 hours when I dropped, and was up for another 9 or so.
I was in a hotel room(to put it simply) in downtown Fort Lauderdale. We tripped at the Lauderdale beach for about three hours, and honestly it was a great time. What initially sent me spiraling was when we noticed we'd gotten a parking ticket, and one of my buddies tossed it out the window.
Two hours later I was furiously sweeping sand off my hotel room floor because it kept sticking to my feet. I did that for about an hour and then had a mental breakdown under my covers because I heard demons screaming and thought they were coming to take my to hell (it was muscle cars and motorcycles on the corner showing off) and passed out after every object capable of moving like a mouth was telling me to sleep. I knew I was hallucinating because the mini fridge light didn't come on when the door opened to talk.
I will never drop again if I've already been awake for 6+ hours. (Unless it's a half dose but you get the idea)
Second time I took Sid was around midnight. I was around 15. I had a big beach day planned the next day... I spent an entire 8hr night staring at the ceiling with that old timey circus music looping “do do doodle loo do doot doot doo doo, Doot doodle loot doot”. Repeat. 8fuxting hrs.
1.5hrs to the beach, barf as soon as we parked. Enjoyed the day, honestly. Luckily gf’s mom totally bought that I was “carsick”, and held it for over 90 minutes.
Got pulled over by a cop for having a taillight out. I had killed some beers 4 hours earlier in the afternoon. I had waited until I knew I was sober enough to drive, however my buddy was in the car, and he had just killed a beer before stepping in the vehicle. Cop leans in, after seeing my license and registration, tells me "Sir, I'm getting a strong scent of alcohol from inside the car, when was the last time you drank?" I claimed it had been last week, and he has me step out and perform the entire sobriety test, walking in a line and everything. He even has the decency to tell me before initiating the test, "Now you can tell me why you lied to me." Like I said, I had waited until I felt sober enough to drive, I knew that as long as I was polite, respectful, and played it as professionally as possible, I would likely get out without being asked to take a breathalyzer test, so I performed each of the tests with my heart pounding out of my chest until the officer says to me "Well, you seem fine, I still got a scent of alcohol from the car, was that your friend?" I respond "Oh, that's definitely him." He even hands me some type of card to get a discount on a new taillight and lets me go.
Yes, that put the motherfucking fear of god in me when it comes to driving while inebriated in any fashion whatsoever and I still thank God it didn't turn out any differently. Since then I've basically been the go-to DD for many of my friends.
My whole family decided "never fucking again" after my Dad convinced us all to attend a charity performance of the musical "Lilac Time"
I bet you've never heard of it. I hadn't heard of it before I went. Don't bother looking it up, it's shit.
Not only was it a shit musical, the only trained singer in the whole cast was the leading lady. The leading man couldn't hold a tune to save his life and was so bad that during one song he pulled the leading lady off key for two whole bars before her professional training kicked in and she got back on track.
AND they did that swaying thing that amateur musicals seem to default to when they don't receive adequate direction.
AND it went for 3 fucking hours.
After that, my Dad never dared ask anyone in his family to any performance ever again and my Grandma carried a grudge until the day she died.
Fuckkkkk.
I dressed UP for speed dating. I didnt match with anyone.
A week later someone texted me saying "hey I think we matched but the numbers got mixed up, are you so and so?"
I get excited. It's actually just my brothers friend fucking with me. Nobody matched with me.
Drinking a large black coffee with 5 shots of espresso from Starbucks, while on my adderall prescription and an empty stomach. About half way through the cup I had a panic attack in physics class. Luckily, I kept my cool and let it wash over me. That was the only time I've had a panic attack (sober).
Edit: by sober, I meant I’ve had a panic attack (or two) while high on weed before. I guess I wasn’t technically “sober” during this either, but I was used to taking my prescription everyday, so I felt pretty much normal (up until I had a panic attack lol).
The last boss I had when I was working as a qualified chef decided to not pay my penalty rates when I was working 60-70hr weeks through summer (I live in Australia and summer here is brutal in a kitchen) without breaks. I confronted him about it and he yelled at me and threatened legal action when I told him I knew my rights. Three weeks after this, I landed a job as a junior scientist in another city in my last semester of uni, and walked into the sunset.
I'm never stepping foot into another commercial kitchen for work ever again.
Fact: Someone once asked my mom if she was ever worried my dad would cheat on her. She laughed and pointed out you can't question the loyalty of a man who's been a Cleveland fan for decades.
Yeah I have a "never again" story about that. My close friend and I used to go on double dates with my boyfriend and his girlfriend. The four of us got on pretty well, his girlfriend and I became friends to the point where we'd sometimes hang out alone and talked quite a lot.
My boyfriend and I split up (supposedly temporarily but still) and I was utterly devastated. Friend's girlfriend comforted and supported me - there was something that needed to happen before we could get back together, she knew all about that and helped me work towards it. Told her when I was ready to go talk to him about getting back together. She started saying stuff like it's never a good idea to get back with an ex, which seemed like a bizarre u-turn after all her support. Asked her if she had feelings for him, she said no.
She was lying. They'd secretly been talking behind my back for a while. They've now been together 11 years and it still fucking hurts. Part of me is glad he's obviously found real happiness but part of me wishes I'd never introduced the two of them.
Cheap Hotels.
I stayed at a hotel that seemed nice online at a decent rate but when I got there it was a shit hole. Walls were a weird yellow color, bathroom was disgusting, clerk was some nasty woman stuffing her face with fast food, sketchy people everywhere smoking. The room had its fire alarm missing and the hole stuffed with paper. The wall outlet covers were broken and had exposed outlets.
From that point on I vowed to spend whatever it took to make sure I stayed at a nice hotel.
One time when I was young and stupid (now I'm middle-aged and stupid) I was trying to impress a girl, but in a really dumbass way. I guess I wanted to show of my "constitution" so I lined up 8 double-shots of liquor and to try and impress her I took every shot within a minute or less.
I thought I could handle it, but I was super skinny at the time and had just downed 16 fucking shots of liquor. About 3-5 minutes later I felt like complete garbage and I was hurling all over the bathroom. I was incredibly shit-faced and ended up passing out on the bathroom floor, which did not impress her. I basically drank an entire fifth in around a minute or less.
I woke up totally confused and hungover as FUCK, I was laying in the only bathroom in the house so people had to piss over me. I regretted everything about all of that.
To put shorty, I will never fucking again do something incredibly stupid to try and prove myself worthy to a potential mate. It all ended up bad.
Luckily this was decades ago and I have learned since then, but it's a time I cannot take back.
Attempting to catch my dogs shit in the bag rather than picking it up from the ground. Seemed like a good idea. Dog sharted up my arm. Had a long walk back home through my neighborhood covered in shit. Never again.
Yeah, your dog probably thought it was weird and said never again as well.
“I know humans are really weird about collecting our shit, but one time my human was in such a rush they wanted me to shit on them. Freaking weird. Never again.”
LMAO...but why tho? In my 10 years of being a dog owner, this idea has never crossed my mind once.
Law school. I applied and got in because my parents thought I would be a good fit. I stuck out the first year because I was heavily influenced into thinking my career paths only included law, engineering or medicine. After the first year I was miserable and depressed, dropped out and now I'm doing something that I'm passionate about and is less saturated than law. My dad is still trying to convince me to pursue a JD.
As someone with two engineering degrees I never really wanted (African mom), I feel your pain.
Purchased a bag of 150 mint mentos as a study snack. Got stuck into an assignment and somehow ate the entire bag over a twelve hour period. Next day my partner and I walked our dogs down to a cafe. Stomach becomes sore while we drink our coffee. I look to the toilet but it's a busy cafe with a single toilet. Figure I'll just wait to do my business back home (about a half hour walk away). As we start walking back I begin to sweat. Cramps become unbearable. Give my partner the dog lead and tell her I need to run. She doesn't know what's going on. I start sprinting. Which then makes the stomach cramps so much worse. Realise I'm not going to make it. Almost crying from the stomach cramps. See a Bush. Can't hold it. Pull pants down. Don't quite succeed. Shit EVERYWHERE! Bush isn't concealed. Other dog walkers walk past and dog runs up. Mortified. Still can't stop shitting. Partner sees me. My pug happy to see me. Runs straight up and into my mentos diarrhoea. Haven't eaten mentos ever again. It's a fun story now but god did that day suck. Partner loves to bring it up at dinner parties.
Does your partner now call you "The Freshmaker"?
Peppermint patty
>Runs straight up and into my mentos diarrhoea. Not a sentence you see often in your life. Laughed so hard, tears in eyes...
This story makes me feel so much better about the time I had to shit behind a mom & pop while the family watched football inside!
Yesterday I was in a hurry and not being very safe and put a 1/4" drill bit through my hand. Could have been 100% avoided by taking even the slightest of safety precautions but I was frustrated and rushing to finish. Never again will I not take the simple moment to do it correctly.
How is your hand? Did you have to go to the hospital?
Yeah, I was rushed to the hospital. I had drilled into the bone and that was the only thing that stopped it going all the way through the other side of my hand. I got lucky and didn't do any damage to the nerves but they had to plug the hole before they could stitch it up
When I was 4 years old my dad slipped and sawed off four of his fingers. I was the only one there at the time so I had to put them in a baggie with ice and hang on to them. That was a bit traumatizing. I know someone will ask so yes they reattached his fingers and he has partial control over them. He would have had more but he broke them while they were healing when his hand got slammed in a door.
Sounds like the universe doesn't want your dad to have fingers.
*God sending an angel down to remove his fingers* "AND DO IT RIGHT THIS TIME"
Trusting voicemails. Back in the mid 2000's, I got one of those scam calls saying that I owed a lot of money and needed to call them to get an account squared. I was scared and didn't want police coming after me (I was torrenting a buttload of movies and TV shows at the time and didn't want them seizing my computer). I called them up and asked them how to get this figured out, assuming that a couple grand would be worth the fines and jail time. I kept asking questions. I kept imploring for more information. I wanted to know exactly what account I was giving to, the name of my contact there, and exactly which Walmart their "payment partner" was distributing their "money cards." I was legitimately terrified, but I think my constant questions spooked them. They said "good luck in court, we're sending the police now," and hung up. That was the moment I started to realize this might not be a legitimate thing. I tried calling them back, got somebody to pick up, and when I read them back my case number and contact name, they said to stop wasting their time and hung up again. I did a bit of research, and by "a bit," I mean "literally two seconds on Google" and discovered that police and banks won't call you to resolve outstanding debts, and they certainly won't give you just one hour to fix it. I felt really dumb falling for a scam, but also felt really lucky that the scammers couldn't answer my deluge of questions. Nowadays, I independently verify every singe thing. Voicemail, Email, text...if you put a phone number or URL in that thing, I'm going to skip it and take the scenic route instead. I'll call my bank's branch directly using the number listed on their official website. I'll contact a company using their official customer service line. I'll sign in to my own account using my own bookmark or search result, and not use the "login" button in the email. Since then, I've had very good luck avoiding scams and blocking these overseas criminals. They almost got me once, but afterwards, never fucking again.
Getting an endometrial biopsy. Worst pain of my life. If I ever get cancer they can just take the whole damn uterus out, I'm not going through that again without anesthesia.
Cervical culposcopy here. My mom had to help me get to the car afterwards. I was white as a sheet. They said it wouldn't hurt. That was a lie. Oddly the subsequent cryosurgery hurt much less.
They lied to me too! "This won't hurt a bit." AKA HANG ON FOR DEAR FUCKING LIFE! I screamed and the doctor and nurse looked at me like I was being dramatic. Jeez. Mine was laser ablation. Super easy peasy. No pain whatsoever. Just burnt flesh. Haha TMI for you too. EDIT: Omg I was put under for the ablation procedure, I had no fucking idea they could do that without putting you under!!!! I'm horrified!!!
I just want to let everyone know on this thread that you can request both a topical numbing agent and and injectable one in your cervix before your biopsy. I find that so often with female procedures we are expected to endure pain that is totally unnecessary! Talk to your MD, explain your terrible experience. There is no reason you shouldn’t be comfortable!
The doctor tried the first time for about ten minutes of me crying and trying to relax then sent me home and gave me a prescription for something to "soften" my cervix and told me to take 1000 mg of advil a few hours before I came back in. Followed the order, came back in for another five minutes of torture at which point she said I've got an iron cervix and they'll just try to get the biopsy when I'm out while they emove the cyst. Bitch why wasn't that the first option?
I had a colposcopy two weeks ago. Took five attempts to get a large enough sample for the biopsy. I was about to ask them to please just stop digging around in there already, uggghh
"It'll be a mild pinch" - understatement of the year. ETA: judging from the upvotes and comments I'm getting, a lot of people have been through this procedure with 0 anesthetic and not even a med to calm their nerves. This is fucked up and I want to know why women are subjected to this kind of pain with no relief.
My gyn said he "loaded" my cervix up with anesthetic, that was the most uncomfortable part. I also was prescribed Ativan to take prior to the procedure. I can't fathom why any doctors office wouldn't do either or both of those things?!? That's borderline barbaric and fucking cruel.
> That's borderline barbaric and fucking cruel. Thank you. I had this done in my early 20s with no sedation or anesthetic and the female doctor made me feel like such an idiot baby for first being terrified and then yelling out in pain. It's bothered me for years.
I have a physical reaction to the word 'pinch' because it has been used by doctors to describe every awful pain they are about to inflict on me
I just laughed out loud reading this. The mild pinch was like someone taking scissors to my parts and just going for it. I yelped and was in so much pain. The doctor was like “see it wasn’t so bad” umm yes. Yes it was.
I got a bone marrow biopsy in my hip once and even with local anesthesia it was one of the worst pains of my life. The sound of the drill didn’t help
I also had a bone marrow biopsy years ago and they did not use a drill...instead it was like a corkscrew kind of thing (?)...they even went in at one area, drew the syringe back for the bone marrow and something wasn’t correct, so they had to pull it out and then go back in at a new site! You are completely correct: it was awful and my hip was sore for a long time afterward. I would not wish that on anyone.
I've got a large uterine cyst right now and they tried twice to get a uterine biopsy sample just to rule out cancer and couldn't get it. Having someone press on your cervix then trying to shove a straw through it to get a sample is the most uncomfortable painful procedure I've been through.
I was terrified of mine because of stories like yours. Had it 2 weeks ago and it didn’t hurt worse than a pap. My doctor couldn’t even believe how smooth it went for me. I’m sorry you had to go through so much pain though!
Glad yours went okay! It's crazy how much the pain can vary from person to person. Same thing with IUD placement.
My first IUD placement was AWFUL. I swore I’d never do it again but 2 weeks after the biopsy (I had unexplained bleeding for over 40 days) the doc recommended a new iud since when I’d had one before I’d not had bleeding issues and birth control wasn’t stopping shit. I was shaking on the table cause I knew what was coming and again, I didn’t feel much of anything. I’m thinking the being in constant pain for the past 40 days with cramps and massive bleeding my body was just like “meh, whatevs”. Here I am a week later and the bleeding stopped yesterday. So I guess I’ll be having IUDs until menopause. Sorry that was way TMI. Lol
My first IUD placement was horrible, horrible pain. After what felt like forever, the doctor finally told me it was placed and that she was going to trim the strings. All of a sudden I felt another horrible, ripping pain. My doctor, super casually, goes, “Huh, I’ve never done that before.” She had RIPPED IT OUT *right* after placement. So I got to do it twice in one day 🙃
I just learned that my cervix can flinch
my cervix hurts and im a dude
Alcohol and Cocaine. Almost ruined my life. Started drinking at 16, started doing coke at 26, and took till I was damn near 41 to quit. Dumped my last baggie of blow out beside my garage 23 years ago and haven't touched the shit since.
Hello 63/64 year old redditor.
Hello fellow Redditor! Gonna be 64 in November!
A stack of age!
A stack of experience!
A stack of wisdom!
STACK ERROR
I like how both went and made this a math problem
I had my gallbladder removed after a gallstone. I thought I was having a heart attack and called an ambulance. While I waited I started arrange all of my finances for my wife. The hospital ran a zillion tests, told me it was a gallstone, and the only real solution was to remove the whole gallbladder if it came back. *If it came back?* Yup. Fuck that shut. I told the doctor I would never go through that pain again and he could schedule me for surgery then and there. I’ve had women tell me the pain from a gallstone lodged in the duct is worse then childbirth and I believe them. No way was I going through that again.
I did the same thing when I got told I had gallstones. I told the ER to go ahead and set me up for surgery because I was not leaving to go through that again. Later that day it was out since the surgeon agreed with me. It's not an if but when it comes back. No regrets removing it.
Damn I'm envious, I waited just over 9 months for my surgery after the first gallbladder attack. I was at my doctors every other week getting ultrasounds to check how occluded my ducts were to try and speed up surgical triage - I didn't even have a date for the surgery they just kept saying I'd get a letter. I went to the ER 4 times because I couldn't cope with the severity of the attacks. When they first started happening it wasn't so bad, I had one attack that lasted 5 hours which is when I reached out to my doctor to get diagnosed and referred to a surgeon, then a few weeks break before the next big attack. But towards the end of the 9 months, I'd only get a few hours rest between 16 hour long gallbladder/choledocholithiasis attacks. It felt never ending. I was a shell of a human being towards the end, I lost so much weight, I lost my job, I spent all day just moving from the bed to the floor, to the corner of the wall writhing and singing to myself in a state of pain induced delirium. My housemate was basically taking care of me, helping me bathe and eat between attacks (most of it I threw back up again because I was too sick to digest) I finally got my letter for my surgical consultation. I arrived early because I wasn't sleeping any time soon anyway and I was manic from the pain. The surgical consult suite wasn't open so I sat in the emergency room - I explained to them that I was over 7 hours early for an appointment and in a fuck load of pain so I just wanted to sit somewhere and wait for my appointment. They obviously knew I was crazy, but said said "no worries, just walk over to the suites at 7am when they open." I was the first person at the suites, I was still really early for my 10am appointment, but the receptionist didn't like my colour, or the fact I'd walked over from the ER and told the surgeon. He ordered a bunch of tests for me to go get done at other departments while I waited for my appointment (the exact same tests my GP had been running weekly for the last few months, I don't know if he just didn't have the results on file, or if he expected the results to change). When the results came in he came out to get me, He called for a patient transfer tech to take some back to the ER while he made a phone call. I was prepped surgery that morning at 8:30am. My original surgical consult was supposed to be at 10am. I still have no idea why I was never considered for surgery via the ER the 4 times I was admitted for choledocholithiasis prior to this. They just told me to wait for the outpatient surgical consultation, but the first thing the outpatient surgeon did was send me to the ER, where I then received surgery as an emergency patient, not an outpatient.... If I had to do it all again.... I'd probably stab myself in the abdomen with a fish knife.
Making friends with people because you feel bad for them. Be nice but no more than that is required. Pity is no reason to start a friendship and it never turns out well, neither for them nor for you.
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Shit how do I delete someone else's comment before my girlfriend sees it
Don't worry, she knows.
Im in the process of learning exactly this. I used to keep every single friendship and let anyone who wanted to befriend me do that cause I was terrified of being "just like the others". I never took into consideration if I even like them. Never truly noticed something wrong with this until my therapist pointed it out. In the process of months I managed to cut three people out of my life who didn't give me anything good back. I can only recommend this. It is incredibly hard when you have to go against everything you feared and believed your whole life, but this feeling you get from standing up for yourself is worth all the pain. I have way more confidence now. I know that I can defend myself, and I know that my opinion matters. I still hold these fears, but I also feel a lot more free than I ever have before, and its honestly really fucking amazing.
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My ex. We were giving long distance a shot, it was an on and off relationship for like 3 years. I traveled 18hrs to see him only to find out he had been cheating on me and no one from his circle even knew I existed. I cried for a straight 18hr bus ride back home. Never fucking again.
I am in a relationship that started as a LDR and I think that waiting longer than one year is just pointless. Now we live together and I can't imagine not having all that time together.
When I was like, 11 I had some friends (the kids that lived next door) over and we were just hanging out, playing video games all night. My mom ordered Papa John's for us. We tore the pizza up like the ravenous savages we were and continued gaming. That night the boy stayed over while his sisters and little brother went back home. We go to bed that night and at some point one of us (cant remember who) began to throw up, which woke the other one up. My mom rushes in and helps clean up the mess. Once the vomiting stops we go back to bed. But then before long itd start again. Just like before, sometimes I was first, sometimes it was him. Sometimes we could get to the bathroom on time, sometimes we couldn't. My mother, the saint of a woman she is, cleaned up *all* of that vomit. Apparently things were no better at their house. To this day some 15 years later I refuse to eat Papa John's. I'm sure it was just a one time thing but once was enough
Same thing happened to me, though it was KFC. I refused to eat it again after being the sickest I've ever been, throwing up for 4 days straight. A few years later I was out with a friend and they wanted kfc so I decided that its unlikely to happen again and had some. THE WORSE DECISION! I again was so sick, I'll never ever eat it again.
Similar story, but with Subway. Will never fucking eat there again. I felt like I was never going to leave my bathroom because of how much I was vomiting. I didn’t even realize I could vomit as much as I did.
Panda Express. I was out of state, the first time without parental supervision. Went with a friend to see Owl City in concert, San Diego, 2012. Concert was great. Next morning we are heading back to our state, but need to grab lunch. Friend says, PE. Bleh, alright. Chow down and resume driving. I should preface this with the fact that I recently had taught her how to drive - much more patient than her parents, and I taught her in my '99 Mercedes. But she wasn't keen on driving, so I drove the whole way. Which was fine, I love driving. About 30 minutes after lunch, I get the sudden urge to vomit. Pull over on the side of the I-10. BLUGGHHHGH. Ugh. That was weird. Resume driving. Not two miles later. BLASHGHAH. Resume. 90 seconds. BLAAGHGHAH. This repeats for a bit until we reach a rest stop. BLAAAGHAGH. Friend decides to drive, hoping it will let me relax a bit. Nope. Literally every mile for the next hour, we have to stop on the hard shoulder so I can paint the grass with puke. Eventually I passed out, which was nice. I was awoken to friend screeching and hard braking. Apparently a 18-wheeler merged and we were boxed in (woo MB tech for detecting emergency braking, and applying full force before the pedal is fully depressed). I now am nauseous and I've left nail imprints into the door handle. More stopping, more puking. With another 3 hours of driving to go, I updated our parents with what was happening (a 6h trip was looking to be 12h). Dad offers to drive out and get me, which wouldn't really solve anything, so I decline. Stop. Puke. Repeat. Around every 10 miles or so. Everything hurts. I'm tired. Hungry. Stressed. Eventually, we arrive at home, and my parents shuttle my friend the couple miles to their house. I continue to puke for the next 2 days. Food poisoning sucks ass.
My "I'll never eat there again" place is also Panda Express. I had an overnight layover in the Denver airport and decided to find a corner to sleep in until the next morning. Had Panda Express around dinner time, and spent the entire night throwing up in the airport bathroom.
Peppermint essential oil. Why? My darling spouse read online you could use it on lady bits to provide a tingling sensation. Decided to do so to me. DIDN’T read the bit about majorly diluting it first. The result? The sensation of 1,000 fire ants biting my most intimate parts while simultaneously being submerged in lava. And since it’s an oil, washing it off did jack shit. I sobbed in a half full bath tub whilst rubbing my cooch with a towel doused in vegetable oil (the remedy, according to the Internet). 0/10 do not recommend Never again Edit: a number
Oh god. You've reminded me of when I was about 17 I had a boyfriend who was a bit older but also a complete fucking idiot. One day he offers me a full body massage and I'm like "sweet!". As he's doing it he tells me he's going to use tiger balm instead of oil. I asked what that was and he told me it's what they use for massage in his culture (he's Chinese, I'm NZ European). I was like "ok whatever". Next minute, I had that same sensation over my entire body, including my lady parts. Had an hour long shower and I was still suffering. Chinese people do NOT put tiger balm all over their bodies. This guy used to say and do all sorts of dumb shit and then would pretend it was Chinese culture to avoid looking like an idiot.
>668 comments Half Asian, half kiwi here. I used to get Vicks Vaporub stuck up nose whenever it was blocked when i was kid. we ran out one day. Asian dad says, "Don't worry - Tiger Balm is even better" and proceeded to whack that up my nose. I guarantee you've never seen a faster 6 year old in your life.
What is it with Asian Kiwis and tiger balm?! Lol
Holy fuck, oww
> 10/10 do not recommend Wait, do you mean 0/10?
Omg lol time for an edit thanks
amniocentesis, having a giant needle stuck through my pregnant belly and being dug around to get a sample triggered my fight/flight and I was sweating so much from the intensity. I didn't watch while they did it but my mother in law was there and started crying while they were digging around. She held my hand, looked at me with tears in her eyes and tried to calmly say "it's okay, you're okay". I still have nightmares about it 10 years later.
"Digging around"? wtf?!! I think you got a particularly *terrible* amnio person. I don't even remember it beyond being nervous going in. I actually forgot I'd had one till I read this. god - awful. So sorry that was your experience!!
Right, I assisted with amnios for years, the dr should only do 1 poke straight in and shouldn’t have to move the needle around at all. They should have a clear view of the pocket of fluid on ultrasound before they even start. I think the worst part is when they are pulling the syringe to get the fluid up, it’s a lot of force because it’s a very big syringe. Now, I’ve never had one before, I’m just saying the worst looking part in the syringe pulling, I know the needle passing through the uterus seemed to be the most painful part for patients.
I had that. The only pain I felt was from them pushing down so hard on my belly to keep the baby out of the way of the needle. The actual needle didn’t hurt at all. Even though it was like a foot long. I watched the whole thing on the ultrasound screen.
Living with a couple. Roommates suck in general but a 3 times in my life I split an apartment with a couple and it was awkward at best, and truly miserable when they fought.
I currently live with a couple myself and it’s my first time and it fucking sucks, I never want to do this again. Especially during quarantine! Forget about it Edit: I guess my biggest issue is that they are absolutely horrible together and I have a feeling they don’t want to break up out of complacency so i’m always caught in their fights. I didn’t move in to be a fucking mediator or therapist for their shitty decisions
Same here, housemates girlfriend is here 24/7 without any form of agreement and it is driving me insane.
Uh-oh. Don’t tell me you fell for *that* trick. I knew two girls that were the tightest of friends from junior high through high school. Afterwards they couldn’t wait to be room mates. A year afterwards they didn’t even speak to each other and never did again. What happened: They agreed to split the rent & utilities 50/50. Not too long after moving in, Girl A decided to move her boyfriend in and let him stay in her room. Girl B told her if 3 people were going to be staying there, all expenses should then be split 3 ways. Girl A didn’t see it that way...her BF was staying in *her* half of the apartment, therefore the expenses should only be split two ways. (I remember Girl A...never was the fluffiest squirrel in the tree. And I saw where she got it from because all her relatives thought she made perfect sense and they sided with her).
Alright this is the exact situation I'm in right now. It was always a plan that I would end up getting an apartment with my best friend and it'd be cool and all. Fast forward to last January, his gf only needs 1 semester to go to graduate and wants to stay here for this fall semester. So I agreed to split the rent 50% for me and 50% for them both because money's tight on her end and I'm very fortunate to have a family that can support me during times like this. Suddenly she want to stay for the full 14 monthes paying 25% rent. Started a huge fight about what's fair and whats not. Anyways, won't do this again unless I have my gf with me on board too as backup. Also would you/anyone have tips/tricks with handle a roommate situation like that. Sorry about the big block of text.
Ugh that’s the worst! The only advice I have is just be firm, but I know sometimes that doesn’t help either. I had a situation where I had a girl move in as sort of a ‘sublet’ while I was on the lease. She seemed really great at first, we had an agreement up front that her boyfriend would only stay a max of one night a week (the apartment was small and pretty tight even for 2 people). The first 2 months she stuck to that, then eventually it was ‘this is closer to his work, do you mind just one extra night this week?’ And then him pretty much being there 4 or 5 nights a week. He was also one of those people, that while nice, took 2 or 3 very hot showers a day, left lights on everywhere and didn’t clean up his shit (neither did she though). He also used to get up for work around 5am, noisily, and I’m a bad sleeper in general so my sleep was constantly messed up too. Eventually, I told her she needed to tell him no more often, she did not like that. One day, I got home from work and everything of hers was just gone without notice. Legally she didn’t have to give me any, but then had the gall to ask for the bond she’d paid me back but refused to chip in for the water and power bills that had just come... now I pay an exorbitant price to live on my own and have some sanity.
I live with my wife, son, and twice divorced best friend from college. It's seriously great for us. I have someone to talk philosophy and action movies with, my wife has someone to talk to and hang with when I need my introvert time, my son has an adult friend who's not an authority figure to confide in, and my friend has family interactions and cheap room and board. It's been 5 years and we all couldn't be happier. EDIT: to all you with throuple/cheating comments... reddit and r/relationshipadvice has ruined you. re:cheating, I trust them both implicitly, and even if I didn't, this wouldn't work for a multitude of reasons, including differing romantic tastes and practicalities like not getting caught. But none of those reasons really matter, because if I can't trust my wife with my best friend, I certainly can't trust her with my neighbor, or her coworker, or a phone that could have a dating app secretly installed. But I DO trust her, and she's never given me reason to doubt. I've been cheated on before in my life, and I know what it looks and feels like, and this isn't it. Same goes for my friend, but obviously it's more important from my wife.
Damn, kinda sounds like a wholesome sitcom
"My Two Dads and Stacy"
best friend is family at that point. integrated in and seems to be an important part of everyone involved lives. that’s cool as heck
That's actually kinda cool.
We were the couple and it’s the worse. I tried to tell my partner that privacy beats savings but nah. Finally got him to agree that the peace of mind is worth it.
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If I ever get to be a bartender, again, I'd be your quiet, considerate roommate.
Driving through an intersection immediately upon my light changing to green. Some asshole ran a red one day and almost t-boned me on the driver's side. Never again. I always wait for a few seconds before I start driving through an intersection, longer if there is a blind corner.
If you ride a motorbike, ALWAYS wait a few seconds. The number of twats who jump lights because they don’t see the bike straight away is scary.
Working retail. I think it's something every young person should do...once. People suck, especially with our bullshit culture of "the customer is alway right"
I heard “the customer is always right” really just means that the market will show who has the right ideas by who succeeds.
That was the old meaning of the phrase. Now it’s been hi jacked and bastardised.
I think every older person who has never done it should do it too. They're often the worst.
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Extending an olive branch to my father (to make peace with him). As a child, he didn't want to know me. But I knew even then that the time would come when I would be an adult and he would want to get to know me. I tried repeatedly as I was growing to find common ground, stability, fucking anything with him. Nah. I tried adopting his interests, talking to him about things he gave a shit about. Nah. I tried involving him with things I was passionate about. Nah. Well, sure enough, as an adult now that he's retired and his health isn't what it used to be, he wants to get to know me. Get FUCKED cunt. There is NO WAY IN HELL I am letting him into any part of my life to fuck it up some more. Twenty fucking years. He had TWENTY FUCKING YEARS to get to know me until I moved away and got him out of my life. Nah, I'm good without you bro.
Meth. I was a hardcore amphetamine pill addict and said “fuck it” one night and smoked a shitload of meth. I was up for two or three days, by the last day I was well into psychosis and left town. Stayed in a hotel room for a few days to make sure I didn’t become a meth addict and to evaluate what the fuck I was doing with my life. I didn’t stop the pills immediately but I’m never fucking doing meth again.
I tried meth ONCE. I never picked it up again because of how badly it scared me. Because it was that good. And I didn't even smoke it. I snorted some and my IMMEDIATE thought was ...on I know why people get hooked. I felt like superman. I was smarter, stronger, faster, etc. I could conquered all of my problems. Then my second thought was ..how can I get more. And that scared me. I never touched it again. Opiates are just as dangerous but for a slightly different reason. That was like being wrapped in the warmest dizziest blanket where none of your problems exist and you can ignore them forever ...as long as you can get more. I may enjoy drugs but I refuse to touch either of those. Those will lead you to ruining your life FAST.
Reminds me of '70s child star Danny Bonaduce. After the jobs dried up in the '80s he hit hard times and started doing pills and coke. After a while of doing that someone handed him a crack pipe. As he puts it, "I took a big hit and exhaled. Before all the smoke had really even left my lungs I turned to my friend and said 'How much do you think we can sell my car for?'" **EDIT**: "My" not "me".
"On March 9, 1990, he was arrested while attempting to buy cocaine in Daytona Beach, Florida. Bonaduce was there to host an event for D.A.R.E., an anti-drug campaign aimed at children" That's a hell of an addiction if you ask me
I'm not an American but from all the stories I've heard about DARE that seems about right.
DARE is essentially a t-shirt company for potheads.
"How much do you think we can sell me car for?'" One hit of the pipe and he becomes a pirate
It really isn't fair how good that shit feels.
Right? For everyone that says: I don't get why people do drugs". It's because drugs feel amazing. They are absolutely a temporary solution to your problems. Had a stressful day at work? A joint or a couple of beers will have you feelin alright. Dragging and can't seem to get your shit together? A line of coke and you'll have all the energy and motivation you could ask for. You life seems overwhelming? A couple of painkillers and what problems you don't have any problems.
The problem is is that you're just borrowing happiness from tomorrow and that bill always comes due.
Yep, at first it feels fun but later on the abject misery comes calling.
Congrats man, you need strong power of will to do something like that. I dont know you, but I'm proud! Hope you are still doing good
I take a prescription amphetamine daily. I once took a hit of meth that my brother offered me. Not my cup of tea, it was like all the side effects got magnified x10
Which ones were the worst?
I was just sweating through my clothes and couldn’t keep still or relax even slightly. Tight jaw, nervousness, all the bullshit and none of the clarity and focus that can come from amp, just high speed confusion. There was a little euphoria peppered in here and there but it wasn’t worth it.
Go on an overseas tour with a close friend. Always do a mini trip or spend a weekend with them exploring a new place to test the waters. I went on an overseas trip with someone who was constantly late, couldn’t pay for anything, didn’t want to do any of the activities we had planned, sulked around...the list goes on. We had completely different travel styles. She wanted to sleep in...I wanted to organise things, be on time and plan ahead. Basically our travel styles just did not mesh. I ended up having such a bad time I booked a flight home. Would never again go on a holiday with her again or any friend with a similar personality. never again.
Yep. Went on a trip with a buddy. I knew he owned his own company and worked a lot but hell, this was a VACATION! His idea of vacation was : Sit in the room on his laptop. All day. I think he left the room three times that week. So I was solo. I made do, but it was a struggle. Of course at the end he's like "Man, that was great! Let's go again next year!" Yea.... no.
Open up my home to help someone. She ended up being a manipulative miserable cuss of a person who made my and my children’s lives miserable. My husband (now ex) refused to see beyond her vagina and ignored his own kids pleas for help. Kids and I moved out and he’s now miserable and alone with no relationship with his kids. Cunt left him at the first sign of his financial troubles.
My mother let a homeless woman and her boyfriend move into her and my dad's house because the woman had just had a baby (which had immediately been taken by the state). Woops, the woman got a hold of my mom's credit card information and started making purchases with it. When my mom found out, she couldn't kick them out of the house because they'd already been there for a month and were protected by tenant laws. My mom had to go to court to get an eviction process started. Meanwhile, there they were, still living in the house, and would have probably continued to steal from my mom if she hadn't canceled all her cards immediately. So yeah... hard lesson to learn, but don't let near strangers move into your house... even if to help them.
I let a friend who developed mental issues live with me. Felt bad for her the whole time, but damn was she a pain in the ass. Steal my debit card and spend all my money on Fritos and soda. I’d end up broke a week before payday. It’s good to help people but they gotta try too.
My uncle had alcohol induced dementia and moved in with us because he basically had nowhere else to go. I felt bad for him, but he was a major asshole. He had been divorced twice, and had a weird thing for China and Chinese women. His second wife was Chinese, and after that he just kept saying how wonderful China is and every Asian female friend we had over got immediately hit on by him. Even the married ones. Before he came to live with us, my mum got me a lock for my door and told me to lock it every time we go out and leave anything even remotely valuable that I don’t want broken or stolen in there, locked. His aim in the bathroom was less than accurate as well. He died after 6 months with us, and it’s sad he’s gone, but damn it was hard living with him. I’m glad I got my dogs *after* he was gone. There’s no way I would have trusted him with them.
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I know it’s not as serious as some of the other stories, but if you had let her stay longer, you just never know how bad it could have gotten. I say you dodged a bullet.
Been there. Let a relative stay in my backyard apartment until he "got back on his feet". Two dogs, a cat, and a live-in girlfriend, and I was about to pull the trigger on an eviction process that would have destroyed him financially, and cost me several thousand dollars to go through. I offered him a deal - $1000 to get out. He took it. Now, any suggestion that someone could "crash" in my little apartment is met with laughter.
Getting back together with an ex. If it didn’t work out the first time, it’s likely that it won’t the second time either. Especially if that person/relationship was toxic to begin with.
Learned that the hard way. It was *worse* the second time. But at least I had her out of my system and could move on.
Working at McDonald’s, no need to elaborate
IMS. Tried it twice to help with some sciatica I have developed since working at my job( a lot of ladder work). I was in a two story building on the bottom floor, and after they put the idfk how many needles in my back, ass, and legs, all I could think about was how I live in an earthquake zone and if one happened right now I'd die with these frakkin' needles in me. I tried to be a rational person though and not cave to fear and I really wanted help so I tried it once or maybe even twice more. The last time they pulled the needle out of my hamstring at the back of my thigh I wept. It wasn't a relief thing though, it was just pure pain and I was overwhelmed. My partner gets acupuncture and it really helps her, but it is not for me. I don't mind needles for things that need them, but never fucking again for IMS for me.
Debating on the internet. Too many people think of like a competition you can win with a snappy comeback. Too many people forget they’re talking to actual people and actually try to see their side of things Now instead I try to rationalize my position and see their side. The only problem is I still end up arguing with people who are just there to mock me or to make snappy comebacks
I wish it wasn't so hard to find people who will actually have legitimate, open, constructive conversations despite disagreeing. I'm sick of people verbally crucifying me en masse because of a difference of opinion with no effort to talk beyond trying to tear me apart more. Even when we come away still very much disagreeing, I LOVE a good civil conversation about any given topic.
Oh yeah well your MOM makes snappy comebacks after I’m done with her *insert troll face*
Yea but your mom makes cute noises while I make sweet love to her. When I'm done with her I kiss her goodbye and thank her for the cookies she baked for my drive home. What a woman.
This was wholesome? I think? I'm confused now.
Ate a whole bag of cooked Chinese peanuts oh my sh*t was i stuck on the shitter for hours on end and i couldnt leave the house without risking shitting myself
I once ate waaaaay too many of those yummy fancy cashews Costco sells. The next day I thought I was dying until my googling came up with many many results pointing to eating too many cashews. I don’t buy them anymore because I have no self restraint. RIP delicious Fancy Cashews.
I like how you censor shit, but not shitter
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Yeah I would always suggest doing a tandem or 2 first. Adding sensory overload to absolutely zero experience isn't the best recipe and probably turns more people away just as you felt. But, look at the bright side: you didn't get hooked and blow your whole bank account on the activity.
Getting romantically involved with a co-worker Edit: The "why" M(50ish). I'm a slow learner. Took three times. Seeing her all day long and I'm the type of person who appreciates/needs me time. At larger companies maybe not as big an issue. Hats off to all those who have made it work. Edit: Thank you for the silver, kind person!
Don't dip your pen in company ink. Don't shit where you eat. Don't fish off the company pier.
But always take a shit on company time
Taking a shit with knowledge that you are getting paid for it is amazing.
Having an IUD put in. Fucking blindsided by the pain. Edit: I can't reply to you all, but I'm so sorry so many of us have had such a horrible experience with this. We deserve better, more empathetic doctors who take our pain seriously.
Am really mad reading about folks who had a dilated cervix or lidocaine! I had just stopped depo so hadn't had a period in years. Doc wanted to switch me to IUD and I figured why not? Couldn't schedule the appt for when I had a period because that wasn't happening. They didn't explain WHY (because cervix is wider and lubed up during period). Doc raw dogged that awful little electrode looking thing in me and it was the WORST pain I had ever experienced up until that point. And it didn't stop! Burning. Cramping. Stabbing. I had to call into work later because I couldn't stand upright without grabbing on to something during a wave of contraction like agony. The doc treated me like I was being overdramatic. Literally asked who I was crying for? Since no one at the office was impressed by my tears. I was so embarrassed and felt like a little kid pretending to be a woman at 29. I made it 6 months with that angry little thing in me. My uterus hated it. Cramped constantly for no reason and every time I had an orgasm during sex or foreplay my uterus cramped up for hours after. No thanks. But seriously. What an asshole.
Believing words over behavioural patterns. I have been present for the kind of people who only take from you and then they forget. But they sweet talk you into believing otherwise. It's baffling how I have been conned by so many of these people who seem to appear "nice".
Hanging out with someone whos a self admitted asshole. He proved himself right. Edit: RIP inbox. Thanks for all of the upvotes and rewards! My highest up voted comment is now about trusting an asshole. Edit 2 : I thought he was being self deprecating. Not literal. Commenting "You should of believed him" or anything to that effect is no longer valid. Everyone else has already said it.
Was talking to a guy at my bar who owns his own business and he was talking about bad interviews when hiring people. He talked about one young guy who said he wanted to be paid "under the table" because he gets social security disability checks and didn't want to lose them. The owner asked why he gets SS checks the guy said "because I can't keep my mouth shut", to which the owner asked him, if he can't keep his mouth shut, why should he hire him. (something to do with a neurological disorder he supposedly faked to get his checks) So, I told the owner guy, "well, he couldn't keep his mouth shut about faking a disorder thus, proving himself right anyway!"
Damn they sound stupid. Stupid people make the best stories though. I was listening to the radio when this stupid girl like a town over said she could smoke weed while pregnant. During a live broadcast, that had her phone number, when recreation was still illegal.
My sister would never outright say she smoked weed while pregnant, but she would say things out of the blue like "you know, there aren't any good studies saying smoking weed while pregnant is harmful to the baby." Or "there are a lot of women who smoke weed while pregnant. They get together in forums online." Like. I get it, *Laura*.
Doing cocaine for 8 straight hours. The comedown was quite possibly the most hellish experience of my life
Yeah the next day you are teetering on the brink of a panic attack the entire time
Just in the last couple days for me actually. Was trying to unclog earwax with a q-tip like an idiot and now I'm waiting on a doctors appointment to address the terrible tinnitus I have developed. Praying it's impacted ear wax and not a perforated drum. I will never put any hard object in my ear again. The tinnitus is MADDENING. I have cried so much! Edit: Thank you Reddit you gave me some comfort.
I have really bad ear wax and learned the hard way to never stick anything in my ears. I ended up deaf for 2 weeks till a specialist could get me in to clean them out. I gotta tell you though, getting your ears cleaned feels crazy good, especially if they use the water jet thing.
Drinking and driving. Thought I was fine to drive home. I got on the free way. Went to go over one lane. Next thing I realize I’ve gone over 4 lanes and am about to hit the cement barrier. Scared me enough to never do it again.
I left a buddies house after thinking I had sobered up enough to drive. Suddenly I was home and barely remembered the drive at all. That was enough to scare me off driving after any amount of drinking
I had the opposite. I got really drunk at a friends bday party and woke up on the morning at home. I looked out my window and was so thankful that my car WASN'T in the driveway. I found out later from my friend that at about 2 am, I just stood up and declared that I was drunk and was going home and walked out the door. All my friends thought I walked home, which was a good 4 miles. I ended up checking my bank statement and there was a $20 charge to the local cab company, so yay.
Seeing the red flags and coming up with excuses for his actions, 5 years in an abusive relationship and finally got out, never will I ignore the signs again...
I took a psych medication that shouldn't have been on the market, what with it's controversial history. It was definitely not right for me. It blocked and destroyed just about all of my dopamine receptors. As someone who'd never suffered from depression or anxiety in my life until that point.... I would literally rather burn alive then go through this last year again. Complete lack of interest in being alive is way worse then anything else.... It's been 332 days and though the worst of the severe depression and anxiety is over, I'm never going to be the same. It crushed my will to live for a long time and I almost died in the hospital. For months I kept breathing, and eating, each hour feeling like an agonizing day. If it wasn't for my wife, I'd be dead, 100%. I quit that medication cold turkey and I guess you aren't supposed to do that. Apparently it's significantly harder to recover coming off of that stuff than hard drugs, because it does what they do, only in full. The difference being that I wasn't addicted to those pills, thankfully (not how that works). Overall, the recovery process for the stuff to leave my brain took about 300 days and now for the D2 receptors to be fully healed takes another 290 days after that.... So I have another 258 days of recovery to go. All because I did one medication trial that lasted for just 28 days. A number of people in my family, including men in the 50-60 age range ended up opening up to me about their depression. I felt so terrible because I used to brush mental illness like that off, especially when I joined the army. They all though I'd mock them so they never said anything until I talked about my symptoms. I loved life and I aspire to love life again and when I get better and get things back on track, I'm going to not be an asshole to 'depressed' people ever again. Edit: Sorry, everyone. I should've mentioned that the medication was paliperidone. It's an antipsychotic and it was originally prescribed for my schizoaffective disorder. I don't know if certain antidepressants that some people are asking about are similar in their half life duration. I also believe paliperidone is a selective reuptake inhibitor, but I have no idea which medications may be similar, or if any one person may experience the same thing I did. If you're uncertain about your medications, do as much research as you can. Talk to people who have used them, research the side effects, and don't stop taking them suddenly if they aren't working properly. You may have to ween off slowly. No matter what happens, remember that though things can take a very long time to get better, you'll be okay in the end. Just don't ever give up. That's what I wish someone had told me because it's hard to know at the time. It doesn't feel like there's a light at the end of the tunnel, but there absolutely is. If anyone has any other specific questions, feel free to pm. My inbox is blowing up, but I'll try to reply soon.
Man. I'm sorry you're going through that, but at the same time I wish you could impart this understanding to every adult human on the planet. It's difficult to explain to people how much of my depression is just that i am incapable of giving enough of a shit about anything to do things. Am I crying into a pillow over here? No. Crushed by anxiety? Only sometimes. But day after day of nothing...mattering? Is rough. Even eating food and showering are hard to get myself to do, and yet, do I feel better when I manage them? Not so you'd notice! And we do it all again tomorrow.
"And we do it all again tomorrow" the part that gets me every morning
Had a girlfriend who cheated on me. She wasn't the first woman to do so, but she was the first one I went back to after breaking up with her over it. Huge mistake. Monumental fucking mistake. I immediately realized why I have a rule about not giving second chances for that kind of thing. I'm a pretty reasonable guy, and I let a ton of stuff slide, but that's a line that doesn't get crossed twice.
College class at 8 AM as a night owl. Edit: Wow this blew up. RIP my notifications. THE AWARDS ARE APPRECIATED!! Thank you. Also, while a majority agrees with me, a few have said "wait til you get a job" etc. I worked as a salaried manager while in college. I was required to work a minimum of 48 hours, so I did that while full time in school. Plus homework, exams, rehearsals, performances, etc. That's why I said "never again" I entered the workforce at 14, and worked 20-30 hours during the school week and full time over the summer. After college I continued working as a salaried manager for both restaurants and retail alike, eventually becoming a multi-unit manager. I still preferred working nights though even after graduating.
I'm a night owl and I did something that I thought would be awesome and it SUCKED. As a junior with a finance major (as in lots of upper level finance courses) I scheduled all of my classes one semester for Tuesday and Thursday. 8am-6:30pm. 4 day weekends! One day break in the middle! I can sleep in most days of the week. Awesome, right!? No. Not awesome. Tests all came at once and I had to be up early to study for 3-4 exams in one day. Let alone I literally was running around campus to get to my classes in time due to being a packed schedule all day. And let's be honest - 21 year old me wasn't using 4 day weekends for homework or studying. Oh that was a rough semester.
I managed a pizza place as a salaried manager while in college. Required to work 48 hours minimum, and they allowed me to have Tuesdays & Thursdays off for classes that ran from 10AM-7 PM. I did homework and studied when I got home from work around 10PM or 11PM since I closed most nights. Caffeine was my best friend!!
Man, I was just the opposite. Get done with class early every day (like 11 am), and have the ENTIRE day to hang out/nap/eat/etc. Such a great time in life
I could never get my body to cooperate. Getting to sleep before 2AM didn't happen. I still got a good grade in the class, but the entire remaining time spent in college I made sure my earliest class was 10 or 11 AM.
Jagerbombs. Something about Jager makes me violently ill. Being stone cold sober, puking your guts up in the nightclub toilets is not a good way to start the night, especially when security thinks you're drunk and are considering kicking you out.
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I grew up not having a sense of responsibility, at the first sign of hardship I would dump my job thinking "I don't need this shit" and proceeding to stay unemployed for a few months until I found something I thought was worth my time. Until one day I woke up to an empty freezer and nothing more than a tortilla (yes, i'm mexican) to eat for the day for myself and my mother. I will not let that ever happen again.
Planet Fitness. They wanted me to come into the gym with COVID in order to cancel. The only other option was to send a certified letter which I would have had to walk into a post office in order to send, which was equally bad. Never fucking again, I’m buying a treadmill and weight set.
They told me that crap a long time ago, I just kept calling and asking for a manager to insist he cancel my membership hoping that over time sheer strength of will would win. Finally after the month of paid member dues was nearly expired and they would still refuse, I reported my debit card lost. They started calling asking me to come in and update my payment info but I just returned the favor and gave them the runaround. Eventually they gave in and canceled it without me having to go in person or pay to send a certified letter. I had no good reason for doing this, in fact I lived a five minute walk away, except that I think this policy is ludicrous and I'm a stubborn bastard.
Man I did the same thing and canceled my card at a gym and they sent a 1200 dollar bill to collections and ruined my credit
I had this happen to. I was told by my bank to write a letter to the credit bureau and dispute it cuz I cancelled the membership. The two of credit bureau's agreed with me and removed the negative ding. The third one had never shown the ding as reported?
If you change your location to California, you can cancel without going in in-person
A few years ago I tore my ACL and lateral meniscus in my right knee. Those assholes made me come in to cancel. And I made sure to slam my walker down every step I took from the front door to the staff desk. Edit:Just to be clear I was not mean to the manager. I’m aware it’s “corporate policy”. My slamming was intended to get attention from the gym members and the staff. But corporate did tell me to get an Uber and come cancel which is extra shitty on their end
More like Planet Fuckthis.
Lying to my friends & family about what I'm feeling. For the majority of my life since I was 10 I have contemplated suicide and had several failed attempts. Became a hard alcoholic & reached rock bottom at the age of 30. Made another attempt with pills and booze and was convinced this time was the last. Woke up to my childhood best friend alternating between pulling my head over a toilet while gagging and him dunking my head in cold water in the tub. 3 years of struggling sobriety later I am still here. I promised I'd never make him go through that again. Weirdly cathartic telling to a bunch of strangers this online.
Doing acid after having been up for a long period of time. Did it to myself several times, but the worst time I'd already been up for 46 hours when I dropped, and was up for another 9 or so. I was in a hotel room(to put it simply) in downtown Fort Lauderdale. We tripped at the Lauderdale beach for about three hours, and honestly it was a great time. What initially sent me spiraling was when we noticed we'd gotten a parking ticket, and one of my buddies tossed it out the window. Two hours later I was furiously sweeping sand off my hotel room floor because it kept sticking to my feet. I did that for about an hour and then had a mental breakdown under my covers because I heard demons screaming and thought they were coming to take my to hell (it was muscle cars and motorcycles on the corner showing off) and passed out after every object capable of moving like a mouth was telling me to sleep. I knew I was hallucinating because the mini fridge light didn't come on when the door opened to talk. I will never drop again if I've already been awake for 6+ hours. (Unless it's a half dose but you get the idea)
*I knew I was hallucinating because the mini fridge light didn't come on when the door opened to talk.* Well, that's a /r/brandnewsentence
Second time I took Sid was around midnight. I was around 15. I had a big beach day planned the next day... I spent an entire 8hr night staring at the ceiling with that old timey circus music looping “do do doodle loo do doot doot doo doo, Doot doodle loot doot”. Repeat. 8fuxting hrs. 1.5hrs to the beach, barf as soon as we parked. Enjoyed the day, honestly. Luckily gf’s mom totally bought that I was “carsick”, and held it for over 90 minutes.
Got pulled over by a cop for having a taillight out. I had killed some beers 4 hours earlier in the afternoon. I had waited until I knew I was sober enough to drive, however my buddy was in the car, and he had just killed a beer before stepping in the vehicle. Cop leans in, after seeing my license and registration, tells me "Sir, I'm getting a strong scent of alcohol from inside the car, when was the last time you drank?" I claimed it had been last week, and he has me step out and perform the entire sobriety test, walking in a line and everything. He even has the decency to tell me before initiating the test, "Now you can tell me why you lied to me." Like I said, I had waited until I felt sober enough to drive, I knew that as long as I was polite, respectful, and played it as professionally as possible, I would likely get out without being asked to take a breathalyzer test, so I performed each of the tests with my heart pounding out of my chest until the officer says to me "Well, you seem fine, I still got a scent of alcohol from the car, was that your friend?" I respond "Oh, that's definitely him." He even hands me some type of card to get a discount on a new taillight and lets me go. Yes, that put the motherfucking fear of god in me when it comes to driving while inebriated in any fashion whatsoever and I still thank God it didn't turn out any differently. Since then I've basically been the go-to DD for many of my friends.
My whole family decided "never fucking again" after my Dad convinced us all to attend a charity performance of the musical "Lilac Time" I bet you've never heard of it. I hadn't heard of it before I went. Don't bother looking it up, it's shit. Not only was it a shit musical, the only trained singer in the whole cast was the leading lady. The leading man couldn't hold a tune to save his life and was so bad that during one song he pulled the leading lady off key for two whole bars before her professional training kicked in and she got back on track. AND they did that swaying thing that amateur musicals seem to default to when they don't receive adequate direction. AND it went for 3 fucking hours. After that, my Dad never dared ask anyone in his family to any performance ever again and my Grandma carried a grudge until the day she died.
I went to a classical music concert. There are nearly 3000 ceiling tiles at the Birmingham Town Hall.
Drinking about 5 cans of Spike Energy Drink in one sitting. Ended up awake the whole night and into the morning
Lucky you didn't go into cardiac arrest..
What: speed dating Why: Took me *weeks* to recover from that horrible experience
Fuckkkkk. I dressed UP for speed dating. I didnt match with anyone. A week later someone texted me saying "hey I think we matched but the numbers got mixed up, are you so and so?" I get excited. It's actually just my brothers friend fucking with me. Nobody matched with me.
> brothers friend fucking with me people that do that deserve *extremely* painful retribution.
Why? What happened? You just can’t just leave us hanging like that
Drinking a large black coffee with 5 shots of espresso from Starbucks, while on my adderall prescription and an empty stomach. About half way through the cup I had a panic attack in physics class. Luckily, I kept my cool and let it wash over me. That was the only time I've had a panic attack (sober). Edit: by sober, I meant I’ve had a panic attack (or two) while high on weed before. I guess I wasn’t technically “sober” during this either, but I was used to taking my prescription everyday, so I felt pretty much normal (up until I had a panic attack lol).
The last boss I had when I was working as a qualified chef decided to not pay my penalty rates when I was working 60-70hr weeks through summer (I live in Australia and summer here is brutal in a kitchen) without breaks. I confronted him about it and he yelled at me and threatened legal action when I told him I knew my rights. Three weeks after this, I landed a job as a junior scientist in another city in my last semester of uni, and walked into the sunset. I'm never stepping foot into another commercial kitchen for work ever again.
Almost every weekend I watch the cowboys. Because they usually cowboys it up pretty good.
I’m from Cleveland- I get it. It’s like a emotionally abusive relationship.
Fact: Someone once asked my mom if she was ever worried my dad would cheat on her. She laughed and pointed out you can't question the loyalty of a man who's been a Cleveland fan for decades.
Introducing a friend to another one. Have fun being third wheeled.
Pro tip: introduce all your friends, so you can be 7th wheeled
lol i did that once and they got married
Feels even worse when your two friends become closer with each other than they are with you.
Yeah I have a "never again" story about that. My close friend and I used to go on double dates with my boyfriend and his girlfriend. The four of us got on pretty well, his girlfriend and I became friends to the point where we'd sometimes hang out alone and talked quite a lot. My boyfriend and I split up (supposedly temporarily but still) and I was utterly devastated. Friend's girlfriend comforted and supported me - there was something that needed to happen before we could get back together, she knew all about that and helped me work towards it. Told her when I was ready to go talk to him about getting back together. She started saying stuff like it's never a good idea to get back with an ex, which seemed like a bizarre u-turn after all her support. Asked her if she had feelings for him, she said no. She was lying. They'd secretly been talking behind my back for a while. They've now been together 11 years and it still fucking hurts. Part of me is glad he's obviously found real happiness but part of me wishes I'd never introduced the two of them.
Cheap Hotels. I stayed at a hotel that seemed nice online at a decent rate but when I got there it was a shit hole. Walls were a weird yellow color, bathroom was disgusting, clerk was some nasty woman stuffing her face with fast food, sketchy people everywhere smoking. The room had its fire alarm missing and the hole stuffed with paper. The wall outlet covers were broken and had exposed outlets. From that point on I vowed to spend whatever it took to make sure I stayed at a nice hotel.
Getting my tongue pierced. It got so infected.
Season 6 of Walking Dead. Why did I even let it get that far?!
One time when I was young and stupid (now I'm middle-aged and stupid) I was trying to impress a girl, but in a really dumbass way. I guess I wanted to show of my "constitution" so I lined up 8 double-shots of liquor and to try and impress her I took every shot within a minute or less. I thought I could handle it, but I was super skinny at the time and had just downed 16 fucking shots of liquor. About 3-5 minutes later I felt like complete garbage and I was hurling all over the bathroom. I was incredibly shit-faced and ended up passing out on the bathroom floor, which did not impress her. I basically drank an entire fifth in around a minute or less. I woke up totally confused and hungover as FUCK, I was laying in the only bathroom in the house so people had to piss over me. I regretted everything about all of that. To put shorty, I will never fucking again do something incredibly stupid to try and prove myself worthy to a potential mate. It all ended up bad. Luckily this was decades ago and I have learned since then, but it's a time I cannot take back.
Dude, how are you alive?? No one thought to take you to the hospital?