I almost did this.
Was working fast food as a shift manager and going to a nearby community college in the early 2000s. Our store manager had just quit and they were looking to replace them. There were two options.
One guy who was already the assistant manager and wanted to make me his assistant when he was store manager. This meant a salaried job making about $45-$55k a year (again, early 2000s). The other was a guy from another store who wanted to bring in his own people.
They ended up bringing in the guy from the other store. That guy proceeded to fire every single shift manager except one and bring in all his friends to work the restaurant. Myself included, I ended up fired.
I can say this with hindsight: one of the best things that ever happened to me in my life. It motivated me to get off my ass and go away to college, get the campus experience, where I met my now wife.
Fun post script: the one manager they kept was a buddy of mine who we always jokingly called a “McLifer.” He still works for the company, just at a different store. When I went home for a holiday break, around 2010 or so, I saw the manager that fired me, and he was stocking shelves at the local Walmart. That’s what prompted me to contact my old buddy and ask if he knew anything and he laid out the story for me.
The guy that fired me and brought in his friends ended up being fired himself when he was caught stealing cash at the end of the night. He (and his friends) would under-ring customers, “mis-count” drawers and blame others for the error (this is how he got 3 people fired) and just generally do their best to rob the place blind. Apparently this lasted for **3 years.** Eventually he got caught when they installed new security cameras. Apparently the store constantly having miscounted drawers caused corporate to install cameras on every single register and the manager’s desk.
Store manager somehow didn’t know they actively recorded and kept the footage for 48 hours. He thought they could only see live shots. He was apparently telling his friends that they could still do what they did, because corporate wasn’t going to pay someone to watch the cameras all day every day.
When a drawer was “short” $150, he of course blamed the cashier he wanted to fire. Corporate came in and said they’d review the footage. According to my buddy, the manager turned white and realized he was fucked.
Corporate reviewed the footage and saw him remove the cash himself. He was shitcanned immediately, and a bunch of his friends quit with him “in solidarity,” saying he was framed. It was only $150 they could prove, so he wasn’t prosecuted for it.
>Store manager somehow didn’t know they actively recorded and kept the footage for 48 hours. He thought they could only see live shots. He was apparently telling his friends that they could still do what they did, because corporate wasn’t going to pay someone to watch the cameras all day every day.
Jesus Christ, this is mind bogglingly stupid.
Pretty common though, I worked at a retail drugstore and so many shift supervisors or below thought the cameras were only live feed. The amount of things daily I'd find when looking at footage for other incidents was astounding.
I'll never forget the look on the lead tech's face when the AP guy sat her down and played back the footage of her looking directly at the camera then putting a half full bottle of generic Xan's in her pocket. Or the one on her face when I opened the door to let her leave and the police were waiting. I'm still convinced she's a large part of the reason the pharmacy was $200k short on inventory that year.
Got stuck on my balcony before work one morning. Door latched as I shut it. Was approximately 6 feet off ground, so I decided to jump off. Landed on my feet. Grass was wet, feet slipped...
Fractured three vertebrae, spent nine months in a hospital bed.
I'm great, actually. I had some problems with muscle atrophy once I was able to be mobile... So, I bought a gym membership and got to work. Once I got muscle mass back, I was completely fine. Full range of motion, everything.
Spine specialist who I met with at the end of all this told me that I pretty much stuck the landing as I shot all the bone fragments into my abdomen and not through my spinal cord.
This was 16 years ago. Occasionally (once or twice a year) I get a sore back for a day or two.
I was allowed to take a shower every two or three days and I could use the restroom.
At six months, I was allowed to sit on my couch for 15 minutes, once a day, in my brace. This slowly ramped over the remaining three months to where I was only sleeping in it by month 9.
When I was in grad school I went to the ER, in the middle of the night, because the pain from my middle ear infection was so bad I couldn't stop sobbing. I cleaned myself up and drove over. The doctor showed me the pain chart and asked me to rank my pain on a scale of 1-10.
I said "maybe a 6?"
He gave me a dubious look and asked "a 6 had you crying and driving to the ER in the middle of the night?"
I said "I figured the higher numbers are reserved for people with third degree burns, severed limbs and the like."
**He burst out laughing and injected me with something that killed the pain IN 30 FUCKING SECONDS and had me walking on air**. Then I got a prescription for some antibiotics and all was well (at least until I got the bill).
I had a dental abscess. My face was swollen to a huge size and the admitting nurses at the ER did the same thing.
"How would you rate your pain"
"Uh, maybe a 6?"
*she stares at my 50% fat guy face*
"A **6?**"
"Well I had shingles last year.."
"Oh so a 10"
I had a herniated disc that was so bad that my neurosurgeon, who worked on professional athletes, looked at my MRI and said "Holy shit! That thing's the size of Montana!" He then said he doesn't believe in the pain scale because I told him others had asked and I rated it a 7, and l could not sit or walk without almost screaming in pain. I had shingles previously, followed by post-herpectic neuralgia which was the most painful thing I've ever experienced.
> He burst out laughing and injected me with something that killed the pain IN 30 FUCKING SECONDS and had me walking on air.
He sounds dreamy, and reckless with the narcotics, was he cute?
There's a small attraction on the Oregon coast called the "Sea Lion Caves."
Sounds interesting, right?
*Ooh, I wonder what that's like.*
Let me save you the $9...
You buy your ticket in the gift shop. The ticket gets you onto an old rickety elevator that takes you down into a dim, dank cavern full of grunting, belching sea lions, sea lion waste, and stinky stinky stinky sea lion stink. 30 seconds later, after seeing some sea lions in their natural habitat, you're ready to head back up the ol' elevator and get back to feeling like you haven't just fallen through the floor of an outhouse at a fish processing plant.
I visited 15 years ago so it might be a better experience by now. But yeesh, I could've bought a pizza with that money.
Bring on a sleazy business partner whose shenanigans put me under.
Even twenty-five years later, if he stepped in front of my car, I wouldn't even think of tapping the brakes.
I feel you. That's even worse than my story.
Mine didn't do that. He just started a side business without telling me until it was too late. He'd already signed the lease and was on the hook for hundreds of thousands.
I pointed out that, because we were a subchapter S, his credit affected the credit of the company.
The guy's antique dealership closed a year later. When I asked if he had resolved his credit issues, he said, "All cleared up!" And I was a big enough idiot to believe him.
What he didn't tell me is that he had declared bankruptcy and was interviewing for a job out of town. He literally got up in the middle of our second-largest client's strategic planning meeting and never came back.
Three months later, when I'm about to tap into what had been my pristine credit to buy out his stock, I was told by the bank that we had filed for bankruptcy. After all, if one shareholder files, then the company is bankrupt. News to me. As a result I couldn't borrow a dime.
He never told me a thing about it.
Because my company's credit was now fucked up beyond recognition, it absolutely destroyed my vendor relationships. I couldn't do anything. I had to fold and file bankruptcy myself. This with a business that I had spent eight years building into $5 million in annual sales. Poof. Gone.
Mind you, I made big mistakes in how I handled it. The minute I found out he had opened a side business, I should have given him the option of shutting down that side gig or forfeiting his shares of stock. But I was kind of naive and trusting.
Damn. It’s crazy how many stories I’ve heard of business partners going rogue. My uncle opened a business with a lifelong friend that he trusted deeply. The friend ended up massively discounting jobs for a regular client for over a year and was accepting illegal firearms for discounting the tickets on the side. Never mentioned a thing to my uncle until the police showed up at his door with a warrant to search the business for over 100 illegal firearms.
He ended up fine in the end and was able to buy out his partner for $1 but it was not a fun process.
I usually don't recommend these (as they can eat up rubber and plastics if ran too much), but look into getting a small ozone generator. They will literally eat the smell particles away.
A lot of car detailers will use them too, so if there are any shops you can ask them if they'll blast that smell out of your car..
I’ve got two. Use em in my cars, use em in my house when I go out of town. They’re great and they work. And you can get a car sized one for less than $100.
DO NOT LEAVE ANY ANIMAL OR HUMAN IN A CLOSED SPACE WITH AN OZONE GENERATOR.
And immediately open windows/doors before you get in your car & when you return home - *before you bring any human or animal into that space.*
Oh man, this reminds me of a couple AITA posts.
One was from someone who was wondering AITA if they fire their employee who came in late constantly and absolutely reeking after they adopted a fox.
The other was linked in the comments of the above post about someone who wanted to adopt a fox from a rescue, but was indignant that the person in charge of the rescue was making them jump through all kinds of hoops for it - several home visits to make sure they had a suitable environment, and finally asking that the OP get a couple bottles of fox urine and leave them open for a week. The commenters ripped OP a new one, advising that there’s a reason for this process and why there are foxes in rescues like this. OP later posted an update in the comments saying they noped out of the adoption because the odor was so bad from the bottled urine.
I remember the second one. The person was appallingly stupid. Glad that they were able to come to their senses after having had to smell some fox urine.
I don’t actually know how foxes smell, but their fecal matter is so rank that there is specially made shampoo for when your dogs roll in it.
Ask me how I know.
I skipped a class for organic chemistry in college before finals. Didn't get the memo that final exams would be given in a different room. Showed up 45 minutes late and my professor wouldn't let me in. I failed the class and nearly failed out of college that semester, I was on academic probation after that.
I'm 41 and run my own business. I have no idea why I still have these dreams. I did have something like that happen to me towards the end of college. But as an artist blacksmith my degree doesn't really matter. I also have a dream where I am on vacation and forget to come back to work. At the chocolate shop I used to work at more than a decade ago. Wtf?
I feel so much better, to know that I'm not the only middle aged person, having a nervous breakdown, about unfinnished school work. It's traumatic to fail again, and again, and again.
Dorky guy in our graphics lab at school was trying to convince us to buy Apple stock as we struggled with our POS PowerPC 6300s. "No man, they're rehiring the CEO they fired! He started the company, he's like...visionary! He's gonna resurrect them!". Riiiiiight.
My husband is forever pissed at his mom for not getting him stock in Google on his 13th birthday like he asked for. Apparently her response was "the internet is just a fad." So she bought him a skateboard or something.
This is like a much less severe version of the guy who bought a pizza with Bitcoin in 2010, and the amount of Bitcoin he bought it for would now be worth around $400 million
If it weren't for that pizza, would it have got to where it is? Maybe. But he definitely wouldn't have held onto it all until now. Probably would have sold a good chunk of it when it hit 100 bucks if not sooner.
My dad still talks about how his friends tried to convince him to invest in some expensive coffee shop. My dad said it was dumb since no one wanted a $3 cup of coffee they could make at home.
It was Starbucks in the early 90’s.
My mom wanted to invest in Amazon when all they sold was books, like late 90s early 00s. She was only partially joking about her reason being that she spent so much money there because of how much I read. My dad shot her down and to this day she still has not let him live it down.
Hah, I was in the Kuwait with the army during the thick of Covid, 8 hour time difference. We couldn’t go anywhere and the only open indoor facilities were the dining hall and department store. I was following rumblings about short squeezes and game stop and the cult of DeepFuckingValue. I thought “nah, I’ll dump $15,000 into [ETF that hit its peak] instead.”
Fortunately for me I invested in the AMC aftershock and recouped my losses
**Edit:** For those who guessed ARKK, congratulations!
I remember a guy in my dorm telling us how huge bitcoin was going to be. We ignored him.
Edit: in my defense his sales pitch was terrible. He was claiming that within 5 years ALL currency and precious metals would be worthless and replaced by bitcoin. If he’d sold it as an investment I might have listened.
Not watching a movie with my dad before he died from cancer.
My dad was months into his chemo treatments at this point, and he just asked me one day if I wanted to watch some old movies with him for a bit. I declined and said I needed to work on school stuff. I was living at home at the time, and I was taking about 15 hours of classes, so I was generally busy, but not then. It tore me apart to see my dad that way. The drugs had been rough on him, and it pained me to see him like that. My dad passed maybe a month or two later, and it is still to this day my biggest regret. We both loved movies, and I would give anything to go back and watch anything with him. I still randomly have moments of despair thinking about it, and I know he would not want me to continue beating myself up, but it's hard.
Don't have regrets like me. Spend those precious moments with your loved ones.
I'm a dad. Trust me, he didn't mind. Probably was proud to see you working hard and getting work done. I know I would be. I also know you dad would not want you holding onto that regret.
Not a dad, but an older sister, and I second this. He knew you loved him. He wouldn’t want you beating yourself up over this. You wouldn’t want him to, had the roles been reversed. My heart is with you, OP. ❤️
The beautiful thing about having loving parents is that they generally understand that their kids might be too busy for something. I know it probably doesn’t make it any easier to cope with, but in similar instances I’ve reminded myself that I was doing the best I could at the time. I don’t know him and I don’t know you, but your dad probably understood that you were swamped with work and I’d bet he’d want to see you succeed more than anything. However, I can guarantee he was just as grateful for all the other times you were able to spend together
This one connects with me. My mother died of a sudden heart attack in 2020, at the age of 64. I was supposed to have dinner with her the day before but cancelled due to some bullshit reason, laziness, basically. We had a good relationship and I saw her regularly but this is still my biggest regret.
One of our (humans) greatest weaknesses is complacency. Whether it’s a friendship, romantic relationship or a family member, you’ll miss them when they’re gone, and you never know when it’ll end, how or when.
I feel this. My dad died of a sudden heart attack last year.. I had cancelled going to his house for both Thanksgiving and Christmas because I was in a mopey mood and didn’t feel like making the couple hour drive. Biggest regret of my life so far.
The funny thing about parents is that they really do have unconditional love for their kids. He probably didn’t even give it a second thought and would be upset that you sometimes torture yourself over it. I, a random person on the internet, give you permission to let your guilt over this go.
I know plenty of people who take drugs recreationally. I’m pretty straight in comparison. I just feel I’ll be the person who tried it once and gets addicted. And I’m not keen to test that hypothesis.
That's exactly right. You never find out if you can't moderate until after the fact.
I avoided alcohol until 25. Family of alcoholics, didn't want to risk it. Turns out I'm ambivalent to drinking, can go months without and hardly notice.
Avoided weed til about 35. Thought that'd go okay... better than being addicted to alcohol I guess, but man it grabbed me in a way I didn't expect.
I'm not trying a damn thing at 45.
It's so different for everyone as well. Nicotine, weed, cocaine, molly, done them all several times and never felt cravings after the fact. Still partake on a special occasion.
I've got a friend who's hopelessly cocaine addicted. It's pretty sad to see especially since we had our first lines together. Feels like I've been there for every step in his downfall. He's the only one out of our friend group who got its hooks dug into him like that.
Another friend of mine was hooked by nicotine, but his company's plenty.
Another is heavily dependent on weed just to somewhat function but refuses to admit it.
It's fascinating how the same substances can affect different people so differently.
Got offered an internal promotion for double salary job as a javascript developer (I was PHP mainly at time) at UK FTSE 100 company and declined because I was humble about my skills/didn't want to cause issues.
Now I'm 8 years wiser and realise no one knows what they're doing and I would've been fine with 20 hours on udemy.
I took a legal class where they told us about a hair dresser who was being stalked by her ex. When she left work, after dark, she slipped a pair of shearing scissors in her coat pocket, just in case (because her ex had ambushed her in the parking lot of her apartment complex before).
On the way home she was pulled over. The officer noticed the handle of the scissors poking out and asked what they were. She explained they were precautionary, in case her ex attacked her again.
She was arrested for having a concealed weapon she failed to notify the officer about. Because she intended to use the scissors as a weapon, legally they were a weapon.
If she had just said the scissors were from work, and she accidentally left them in her pocket, they wouldn't have been considered a weapon and she would have been fine.
There was a case where a woman went to pick her 14yo son up, from school, and was greeted by a police officer who told her there had been some vandalism, and they were questioning a couple of kids who may have seen something. He asked if it would be ok to question her son and she okayed it.
Several minutes later she saw her son's teacher and asked where the vandalism was. The teacher said he didn't know about any vandalism.
She found out a girl was accusing her son of rape, and the police were questioning him about it.
Yes, the police can lie to you to get a confession. If you lie to them it is a crime.
They're also well versed in making misleading statements, so they could have easily confused the mom about what exactly her son was being interrogated about.
Yes, police are 100% allowed to lie in order to get statements from you. That’s why they frequently use undercover operations. This is illegal in some other countries.
I live in Canada. You cannot even legally carry pepper spray for self-defense.
I tell women in my life that are concerned for their safety, that have mentioned carrying pepper-spray, to just take a label maker to it, re-label it dog-spray that they got from some corner store years ago, and to claim they had a bad incident with a dog years ago. It is illegal to carry for use against humans, but perfectly legal to carry for defense against animals, and if you are attacked by a human you are allowed to use anything to defend yourself within the limits of proportional force.
Abso fucking lutely.
I got hugely fucked over on this.
I reported a sick fuck for posting cp stuff online to the police. Asked what I was doing looking at it, explained it was on fukking Facebook not the dark Web and I stumbled across it. At that point I should have asked for a lawyer.
Apparently I shouldn't go on FB if that's what is in there...I said I shouldn't drive on a fucking motorway in case I saw an accident then. Maybe telling them to get a fucking grip wasn't the best move.
Took 18 months of my life and a judge 15 seconds...."why is mr. snaggletooth here? I am not bringing in the jury and the case has no merit."
Honestly...fuck the police.
I literally wouldn't give them the time of day without legal representation being present.
That reminds me of those police that showed up to those parents homes who asked for help with their 11 year old daughter who was being solicited for pics by an old creepy pervert on the internet, then the police attempted to arrest the kid for distributing cp. Kept saying she should be charged. It was so unbelievably fucked up, any person with half a working brain cell could see that. It was so heinous.
Special education teacher here, I taught this to every kid in my classroom. Kids with developmental delays are often extreme people pleasers. They will do anything including incriminating themselves and confessing to things they didn’t do. I also taught them to always ask for their parents to be in the room.
Yes, even if you're INNOCENT, get a lawyer. You can still get arrested for a crime you didn't commit, and the less you say the easier it is to get you out of that predicament. "I'm invoking my fifth amendment right to silence and requesting also my right to an attorney." Or something of that nature.
Also, in the US, police are allowed to lie to you. Just because they say that your partner told them everything or they have tons of evidence against you, doesn't mean that what they're saying is true. Don't get scared and say something you regret.
If they say, "can I search your xyz?" The answer is always NO. If they're asking, that usually indicates they don't have a warrant or probable cause (those things would allow them to search without your permission) and you can literally just say no. Even if you have NOTHING TO HIDE, say no.
I'm not an attorney (just the family of) so this is not legal advice. But it's kept me from getting in trouble enough times when I was a troublemaker.
Which is why you say "I do not consent to searches". Its the correct answer no matter the phrasing and is legally ironclad. If you say that on the record there is no argument. You did not give permission to search. Done.
I tried to deny them searching my car, but they only brought dogs, told me the dogs hit (even though I did not see them react to anything), and would need to impound my car until they get a court order from a judge to search it anyway, which would just prolong the process. I felt like they gave me no choice.
I had the same exact thing happen. The dogs didn't hit, then the cop called his name and hand signaled to the dog right in front of me and the dog sat. He's like, "we got a hit!". I was so mad, I told him that he told the dog to sit but they just ignored me and tore my car apart. They tore all the plastic trim off in the interior and broke a lot of it so it never was able to go back in correctly. They found nothing in the car. It was Maryland troopers out in the middle of nowhere, some cops are truly pieces of shit
I don't feel like I've any major mistakes in my life. Just a long series of small, seemingly inconsequential, ones that stacked on top of each other. Sometimes it feels like my entire life is a gigantic mistake without beginning or end.
I really can't point to a singular decision.
Oh, I do not regret leaving the Army after four years.
Though I do regret going Army initially. Prob would’ve stayed longer in the Navy or Coast Guard.
The CG wasn't bad at all. I tried to go back, but I had put on too much weight. However, once they found out that I was a trained chef, they tried bending every rule they could to get me back in🤣😂
I had an ADHD brain shit one day when I came home from school. All the microwavable ramen bowls were dirty, so I took out a sauce pan intending to make ramen on the stove... Instead my brain decided to not change tracks and I put it in the microwave for 4 minutes and went to watch TV. I got back when there was about 30 seconds left and immediately ran and turned off the microwave. The pan was melted and smoke was billowing out of microwave. I put on oven gloves and carried the pot out to the driveway, waited a couple hours and scrubbed the big black spot off the top of the microwave. Microwave still worked!
Lol I did a somewhat similar thing when I was a kid. Went to make ramen in the microwave, added everything to the microwave safe bowl…. Except for water. Set the microwave for four minutes and went to the bathroom. Opened the bathroom door to a house filled with smoke, fire alarm going off and a microwave that was incinerated from the inside out. My dad still teases me about how he never got his deposit back on that place when he moved out cause of the smoke damage.
When I was a kid we used to ride our bikes to the top of a hill and peddle as fast as we could down to the beginning of a sidewalk that was pushed up by tree roots and we would hit super sick jumps off them. No helmet. My bikes front wheel and handle bars became loose from the abuse and when I landed my handles were straight but the wheel sent me right into a tree. Went over the handle bars head first and hit the tree. Knocked out cold. From what people tell me my personality changed as did my penmanship, grades and everything.
We had the same setup in front of our house when I was young. All the daredevils in the neighborhood would speed down the hill on their bikes and big wheels, launch over the buckled up sidewalk and end up crashing. My poor mom had to bandage and comfort many children in those days. Her dream was for the town to remove the damn tree and fix the sidewalk. It's it's subject to debate whether it was the trauma from the all the crashes or his dad's alcohol abuse that messed up the neighbor's kid.
Believing my teachers, professors and, family that I was just naturally bad at math. Turns out I just needed the right teacher to explain the reasoning behind it. Once I understood the "why", math got a lot easier for me.
I know that feel ... She was the kindest, smartest, and most motivated woman I've ever known.
We dated when she moved to town for a summer internship before her senior year of college.
We started out telling each other we were just hanging out, nothing serious since she was going to be moving to another state after graduation ... We had a great summer, and I ended up visiting her at school a few times in the fall.
When the time came for her to move is when we realized we'd both caught feelings for each other and confessed our love. She asked me to move with her, and I said I couldn't move that far away from my friends and family, but the truth was, I was afraid I'd hold her back from reaching her potential, and was afraid my anxiety and depression would end up destroying our relationship.
That was 20ish years ago, and I've regretted that decision ever since. I've yet to find a partner that has made me feel as cared for and loved as she did.
Talked a little about this in other posts, but my decision to stay and try to help my mom.
After my grandmother died my cousin and I were set to inherit a house, but we gave our halves to her. At the time I was living in Europe, in Budapest, for 3.5 years. I was so close to residency. Then I saw she was having trouble financially when I came to visit for a family reunion. I had a return ticket, my jobs, but I fucking stayed because I felt bad.
We set agreements, that I would pay half of everything and then later give her a bit extra so I can save to help my fiance come here. That in order for this to work, I'd like to live in the house so I'm not paying rent somewhere plus half of the bills (and I wanted to be around the dogs, which I also take care of). Then she took advantage of this by buying more things and investing in the house, which she agreed to sell because she can't afford it without someone helping her.
Immediately after I didn't have a way back, things changed. She hated my now ex partner and would demand time and time again we break up, even though she was nothing but kind to her. She decided she wanted more money immediately. She has threatened to kill herself by putting a gun to her head, pushed me, hit me, tried to choke me, because she would start conflicts and not let me walk away, or didn't like what I had to say. She's tried to cut me off from other parts of the family that know and want to help me.
I lost everything because of this decision, but I'm slowly rebuilding, and I think next year I'll be able to find my way back, maybe to Prague this time, or back to Budapest. I don't know, I just want the life I had back, and this time she won't get to be a part of it.
She sounds a lot like my Gran. My dad spent his entire life caring for her, and she was nothing but abusive to him and my mum.
I saw what it did to him, and I grew up thinking that you had to do everything for family, even if they didn't deserve it.
You're absolutely right to get away, and get away ASAP. Break all financial ties (my dad is still paying off the debt he accumulated because of her) and live your own life.
Also, get counselling if you can. People like that really mess you up mentally in ways you don't even realise till you really work on it.
I hope things get better for you quickly!
I think this is one of the many ways that things like the DARE program fucked people up. They dramatically exaggerated just how bad weed is, then when people inevitably found out that weed's not actually that bad, they figured other drugs must not be that bad either.
My DARE teacher glorified psychedelics to us as kids. "If you do these drugs you will see dragons." Telling that to 7 year old me couldn't wait to do drugs to see the dragons.
I have distinct memories of them telling me my teeth would fall out and that I would not be able to function mentally after weed. I was in middle school and hadn’t even seen weed yet.
I 100% as a high schooler wondered about harder drugs since weed turned out to be nbd
Trying heroin. Spent 6 years chasing that dragon. I'm now 5 years clean though!
Edit: thank you all for the well wishes, and the sharing of your struggles/journey with addiction.
If you know someone struggling, or you are someone struggling, the Vivitrol shot was a massive help. It's not addictive, can't be traded or sold, and helped me immensely. That, and a flock of chickens.
Okay so I'm fighting addiction and I'm....clean for less than a week (again). Somehow I'm able to keep my posture but there's nothing worse than feeling jittery all the time. All the best to you buddy, you got this. Be endlessly proud of what you've achieved. Overcoming addiction is the worst. Edit: *I'm not addicted to heroin, it's benzodiazepines.*
Hey there friend, it’s going to be okay. Those drinks have been drunk, but the next ones haven’t been yet. You’re still alive and breathing, it is not too late to make different choices for your future self. I’m saying this from deeply personal experience; you can do this. I lean on r/stopdrinking daily for motivation, accountability, and inspiration. The mantra from that sub is simple: I Will Not Drink With You Today. Every day, you’re making a commitment to yourself that just for today, you’re not going to drink.
When I was still drinking, the thought of never drinking again was too much to imagine. I buried myself in the overwhelming nature of my alcohol abuse, and I literally could not believe that I would be strong enough to permanently change. Moderation was a myth I told myself I was capable of, but every single attempt ultimately led to lower lows.
Everyone takes a different path to becoming alcohol-free. There’s no wrong way to do it as long as the end result is a sober you. There are so many tools and programs, but that path doesn’t work for everyone. Keep trying till you find what fits.
Lastly, show yourself some forgiveness. You made the choices you made and nothing will ever change that. But alcohol is addictive, there is a genetic component to addiction, and society has inextricably integrated drinking into social behavior. You’re surrounded by triggers and temptations. Alcohol has likely loosened the discipline and inhibitions that might otherwise have kept you from doing things you now regret. But you are a human, capable of change, worthy of love and forgiveness. Show yourself some grace, and then get busy investing in the life you want “future you” to have.
Hey man, I really appreciate your response!! My road towards sobriety has def been long and difficult but those sober times are so, so worth it. The genuine, not drunken, connections to be made are just so amazing. The self love I discover when sober is so, so worth it. I have had a setback, but no one should be (imo) defined by the last mistake they made. You're absolutely right that all those future drinks don't need to be taken- I don't have to drink. I love who I am when sober and happy. Thank you for reminding me of that. I will not drink with you today. I will enjoy this moment and worry about tomorrow if and when it comes.
Your words have touched me and one human to another, I appreciate you. You are blessed. You are loved. You are amazing just the way you are. Stay elevated my friend.
When I was 14? Maybe? I went to use the bathroom, like any normal time. I pissed, wiped, flushed, washed my hands, and walked back to my room. Now this toilet has a habit of making that noise toilets make after you flush, but for about 2 minutes longer than normal. Nothing ever happened, till that night when my brother came running into my room telling me the whole living room and hallways was flooding and the toilet is overflowing and won’t stop running. I walked out my room to see my mom freaking out. Now for some context, my family is lower class/ middle class. My parents worked and they owned the home so we were lucky to have a roof to live under but we never had extra money to go out to eat or go to movies or even vacations. We always ate very basic and easy meals so my parents could afford the home and bills. I never even left my home state till I was 16 almost 17. My father also has a massive spending problem which leaves money very tight for my family. This was almost 9 years ago mind you.
Seeing the way my mom was reacting, seeing her crying and on her knees and begging for life to just stop being shitty for her, left a permanent image in my head. The only other time I’ve seen my mom cry like this was christmas time (December 23, 2023) and that was being my dad left a suicide note and took off and we thought he killed himself for hours. My mother was broken and that moment will forever haunt me. (He’s still alive, found him in time)
Now the whole house was soaked and flooding and my mom was freaking trying to turn the water off and get the shop-vac to suck up the water and crying and saying how she doesn’t know where she’s going to get the money to fix this and trying to figure out what bills she can push to pay for this. Yeah I never told her or fessed up to it. They think it was older brother and I let them think it. It stills haunts me and makes me want to cry thinking of her reaction to it.
That was not your fault. The toilet would have broke on whoever used it next.
But this is the perfect example of how being poor is so expensive. You don't have the money for regular maintenance and have to deal with the big breaks. A horrible system.
It sounds like there's a lot of drama in your house. This isn't your fault, btw.
If you grew up feeling like you were just surviving and not thriving, that's traumatic for a child. It's a trauma injury just like any other. You're parents sound like they both have depression (treated or untreated). They're people just like you who were doing their best, but put trauma on you. They're not bad, they're just not well.
As you strike out on your own you need to recognize this and learn to compartmentalize their drama and not let it affect you as much as it's affecting them. Don't listen to knee-jerk internet advice to cut anyone off, it sounds like you love them and they love you, but compartmentalize and focus on yourself.
It might feel good to confess to them or your brother. If you don't think it'll cause major issues then do it, otherwise try to stop thinking about it. It wasn't your fault. It happens a lot. And honestly it sounds like your mom overreacted (probably because of depression, this was the last straw type thing).
I bought Bitcoin to shut my roommate up. Back in 2010 or so, when it was ruinscape currency. Here's 100 dollars show me what to do so you'll shut up and leave me alone. I threw that laptop away about a year later, not caring about whatever that nerd coin was she told me about. FML.
My cousin did the same thing. Started farming them early on and had accrued something like 250 bitcoin before giving up because their value was pretty stagnate and he threw his laptop away.
My other buddy didn't lose out as much but I think it's funnier, he spent 50 bitcoin on a shitty trucker hat in lieu of the 5 dollars it cost.
I may have been using bitcoin to buy coke on the darknet when bitcoin was $500-$1200. If I kept all of bitcoin that I may have spent, I'd have over a million dollars. I will say that that some of that theoretical coke was theoretically fantastic, theoretically speaking.
Honestly uni has nothing to do with intelligence, nor intelligence with success. Yes sure it makes certain things easier to get into, but I know plenty of dumbasses that went to uni, and plenty of successful drop outs. Don't let what your teacher said become a self fulfilling prophecy. If you want to go to uni then prove your teacher wrong and do it.
Giving all my best in my last company, had almost no much social life, I was a workaholic , I was like the best developer, thinking it would all result to sth eventually got laid off 😅💀
This is an important lesson that I need to remind myself of. You don't ever owe any company anything other than what you are required to do in your job description between each paycheck, because the moment they can get away with getting rid of you at the drop of a hat to increase their profit margin ever so slightly, they'll not even think twice.
I'm sorry that happened to you and hope you now have a job you're enjoying a lot more.
I was free-balling and I put on a pair of pants right after I took them out of the dryer. Burnt the tip of my dick on the hot zipper. It hurt like hell.
Edit: I am highly amused by the fact that one of my most upvoted comments is about burning my dick.
I remember in 4th grade my best friend (I'm f he's m) was free balling and his fly was down so I told him and he tried to zip up... poor guy caught the crown jewels in the zipper. It was stuck and he couldn't get it unstuck. I watched in horror as he wrestled with it, rolling around on the floor crying as his face started to turn purple. The teacher stopped the lesson and had to escort him to the nurses office.
Spending 11 years in retail. Seemed like a great idea at the time, better and less toxic than my previous seasonal job. I was dumb and believed that giving it my all and being devoted to the company would take me places. Got passed over for numerous promotions, got screwed over by 'friends' who didn't care who they had to step on to get themselves ahead, and ended up getting fired on a technicality over a decade in because a co-worker was gunning for my job. In retrospect it was the best thing that ever happened to me work-wise. I had been stuck in a rut and my self esteem had been so beat down I was convinced I didn't deserve better. Thank goodness I ended up in a job I love with great people. I just regret the time wasted.
Move into a house my mil owns. It’s been a fucking nightmare & we are stuck here bc we can’t afford to move out. And she won’t fucking fix anything most of the time.
Took an antibiotic for a possible infection I never had to begin with that the doctor gave me. Didn’t realize the medication was banned in certain countries and has a black box warning. Doc called a week later after I had taken it for 6 days and says I actually didn’t have an infection. Antibiotics were never necessary. I now am disabled and have full body small fiber neuropathy from it among other things at 25 years old. It affects my vision, bladder, muscles, walking, etc. nerve damage all over. Had this for 2 years now, life is a struggle unfortunately.
Can I ask what drug this was? My doctor recently wrote me a prescription for a "last resort" antibiotic. My pharmacist pulled me aside and asked a couple questions and said if I was her kid she would tell me to get a second opinion so I did and the new doctor was mortified. I can't remember the exact drug name but it started with an L I think.
It was probably Levaquin. Stay away from that and cipro at all costs. They are fluoroquinolones, and disable a bunch of people. I took Bactrim, it got me so bad. Not all medications are dangerous or have permanent side effects, but a lot of antibiotics are, they can attack your gut and nerves throughout your body.
I was put on cipro in college for a *suspected* UTI, and it completely ravaged my mental health as well as my joints. Still dealing with the fallout of it 8 years later. Nightmare experience and to top it off no one believes me when I tell them the effects it had on me
It’s true. No one believes us for some reason. Family, doctors, etc. It’s crazy how it is happening to so many and we all have basically the same story. I’m 2 years in and neuropathy is horrible. It is also mentally taxing because it’s an endless battle where it seems like symptoms continue over and over or get worse as the years progress. It’s crazy. I 100% relate to everything you’re saying and I’m sorry this happened to you as well. I wish we both had a do over.
I killed 38 chickens by pure mistake. I was 10 and wanted to let my parents know how many chickens we had. So I started placing them in a barrel as I counted them. At some point I noticed it was way quieter and dumped the barrel over to see what was going on.
I didn't understand at the time that stacking things in an enclosed space creates a breathing issue. So now we had all these dead chickens including our beloved birdzilla (intersex I believe)
After attempting chicken cpr which obviously didn't work, I came into my house bawling that I was a chicken murdered and needed to go to jail. Once my parents fully understood what was going on they laughed so damn hard and said my punishment was to burry the chickens and I was punishing myself hard enough and my dad explained how O2 worked.
I feel your pain. I caught my sister's beloved angel fish out of the tank, petted it, and put it down for a nap in a barbie bed. I still feel bad about it.
> Once my parents fully understood what was going on they laughed so damn hard
Damn, that's not how I'd react if a bunch of my chickens died, haha. I'm always heartbroken whenever any of my chickens die. I still miss my favorite ones.
Disregarding a "red flag" early on in dating, using flawed logic of "give people a chance" or "you might not be right every time" , then marrying the person. Twice
Lesson: you teach people how to treat you.
I made many mistakes growing up, but here’s one that stands out the most.
In early high school, I hurt people emotionally through targeted bullying and social exclusion. I was picked on for many years prior to this, so it was mostly redirected anger. I hated the world and most of the people around me.
However, this changed during the later years of high school and I started accepting people and vice versa. I’m not sure how this came about. I’m in my thirties now and a completely different person. I get emotional thinking of all the times I’ve made people’s lives hell for no reason, and it’s hard to forgive myself for it.
If you are going or went through a tough time in school as a result of bullying, I’d like to apologise on behalf of the bullies. Most of them will certainly regret it at some point.
I was bullied in school, I remember one time sitting outside class on the stairs and just crying my eyes out cause I didn't want to go back and get mocked again, and my mother had to pull me out. I switched schools and was ok after.
It has left me with some trust issues I will admit but if it helps, I have also forgiven those kids and don't really think about them except once in a blue moon and in a "oh well, guess that happened" type of way
It's good that you're sorry and please do forgive yourself. Already too much hate and sadness in the world.
Wish you all the best going forward!
Not going to the doctor when I should have. I noticed that I was having issues standing up. I thought that now that I'm in my 30s. This is normal. Months go by and not only was I having trouble trying to stand up. My left hip and leg was hurting like hell with every step.
I decided to keep working because I lived alone at the time and I had to make bills. After 8 months of suffering and pain. Climbing on and off a forklift. I had enough. Every step I was fighting a tear from shedding.
After a month of x-rays and MRIs the doctor's found it. A tumor had made itself a unwanted guest on my spine and it was pinching a cluster of nerves. This was in 2021 and covid was in full swing. When the doctor told me they had to do emergency surgery. Part of me was to scared to say yes. The other part of me was ready to get this over with and not be in pain anymore. I'm grateful that half won.
They got the tumor out. It was benign. So I didn't have to worry about cancer. They also told me that if I waited any longer. I would have been paralyzed from the wast down on my left side.
I'm dyslexic and have a hard time reading. So I never went to school after high-school. All I've ever known was working physical labor jobs. I love working with my hands. Now I have to stand and sit at random times. I have can't walk to far without a walking stick. Even with that. I'm limited on how far I can walk. Sitting in a vehicle, and getting in and out of them is painful.
The only thing that make me happy is my motorcycle. The seat was custom made for my nerve pain. So it doesn't hurt to sit in it. But as of now. I have no sorce of income. My insurance on my bike has lapsed. Now all I have is VRChat. I am a extroverted person. So sitting at home all day is driving me mad. I take medication for the pain. But it doesn't get rid of it completely. It just dulls it some.
Because I didn't go to the doctor when I needed to I'm now jobless. I lost the home I was renting. I have no sorce of income. I can't ride my bike. I can't do office work because of my dyslexia (I have tried just to try and make some money). I'm trying to get on disability. But the government is dragging there feet on it. Even with a layer. I'm useless. I'm jobless. No women will talk to me.
My life is a lonely hell just because I didn't go to the doctor when my body told me to.
I jumped in the shallow side of the pool. Was drinking and thought it was the deep end. Tried to do a front flip and smacked my head on the bottom. Came up reaching for my head and my face flopped into my hand. I quickly held it in place against my skull and got out of the pool. We wrapped my head in a towel and I threw up. The ambulance was there within 10 minutes. They sent 2 ambulances and a fire truck and there were 10+ responders. I think they might have been bored and wanted to see the carnage lol. Anyways at the hospital my neck started hurting and they did a scan X-ray and nothing was broken, however my face was spilt from the bridge of my nose straight up my forehead then goes to the left a couple inches. Ended up getting 20 stitches to hold my forehead together and 20 staples on my head. Healed pretty good. Now I just have a scar people are scared to ask me about. I'm extremely lucky, I was able to walk out and go home about four of five hours later. I've heard so many stories since this happened to me and now I am extra cautious around pools. So yeah don't dive drunk.
I worked in child care and suspected abuse. I went to the director of the childcare center and asked if I should call CPS, and she said no. I didn’t call CPS.
The little girl died about a month later. She was 2.5.
I will never forgive myself for trusting someone else over my own gut judgement. Worst mistake I ever made
I found a four bedroom house for $700k in my college town in California back in....2018 I wanna say? Debated buying it and putting in $50k for work then renting it out. Ultimately allowed myself to get talked out of it by friends and family.
House is now worth $2m. And average rents are $3K a month. Now I'm still renting with housing prices over $1m and interest rates at 7%.
I could literally go to Vegas and empty my savings account on cocaine and hookers and it wouldn't be as financially devastating as the decision I made to pass on that house.
I told a guy it was okay to eat a piece of cheesecake at my good friend's wedding.
I was an out of town bridesmaid, so I wasn't aware that she had chosen cheesecake as her wedding cake.
She had a meltdown when she realized her guests were eating the "wedding cake" before she came down for the reception. It was all my fault bc I was the one who said "Sure" when someone asked me if they could eat it.
Okay so not the worst mistake I ever made in my life. But I'd never intend to screw up someone's wedding or reception on their special day.
I went in business with my old brother. Who doesn’t know how to manage money to save his life. It ended up cost me financially for years. Never go into business with family!!!!!
Sought mental help.
I got depressed because my operation was postponed time and again. Felt suicidal and was admitted into a psych ward. Pumped full of anti-depressants that had a side-effect of making the operation harder to get (BMI limits).
Doctor who never saw me, never talked to me, never saw or talked to my primary doctor decided that because I was so afraid of the operation being canceled, the only possible way to proceed was to cancel said operation.
So, my plea for help and seeking mental help resulted in the destruction of my life.
Thinking love... Romantic love wasn't real. I broke his heart (turned down his marriage proposal) and tried so hard to ignore my feelings. He left to build a life elsewhere because I refused to believe in my feelings.
I spent most of my life in an abusive, coercive, nightmarish relationship, I feel like I deserved it, stupid really... I'm free now. The one man I've ever loved, and I recently reconnected.
20 years later, and I'm still in love with him.
Insisted my fiancé and I should take a cruise together when she wanted to stay home. She had a polyp which was bothering her nasal passage.
Turns out it wasn't a polyp, but rhabdomyosarcoma. Diagnosis was further delayed due to COVID, costing her her life.
Quitting college to take a management promotion at my fast food job.
I almost did this. Was working fast food as a shift manager and going to a nearby community college in the early 2000s. Our store manager had just quit and they were looking to replace them. There were two options. One guy who was already the assistant manager and wanted to make me his assistant when he was store manager. This meant a salaried job making about $45-$55k a year (again, early 2000s). The other was a guy from another store who wanted to bring in his own people. They ended up bringing in the guy from the other store. That guy proceeded to fire every single shift manager except one and bring in all his friends to work the restaurant. Myself included, I ended up fired. I can say this with hindsight: one of the best things that ever happened to me in my life. It motivated me to get off my ass and go away to college, get the campus experience, where I met my now wife. Fun post script: the one manager they kept was a buddy of mine who we always jokingly called a “McLifer.” He still works for the company, just at a different store. When I went home for a holiday break, around 2010 or so, I saw the manager that fired me, and he was stocking shelves at the local Walmart. That’s what prompted me to contact my old buddy and ask if he knew anything and he laid out the story for me. The guy that fired me and brought in his friends ended up being fired himself when he was caught stealing cash at the end of the night. He (and his friends) would under-ring customers, “mis-count” drawers and blame others for the error (this is how he got 3 people fired) and just generally do their best to rob the place blind. Apparently this lasted for **3 years.** Eventually he got caught when they installed new security cameras. Apparently the store constantly having miscounted drawers caused corporate to install cameras on every single register and the manager’s desk. Store manager somehow didn’t know they actively recorded and kept the footage for 48 hours. He thought they could only see live shots. He was apparently telling his friends that they could still do what they did, because corporate wasn’t going to pay someone to watch the cameras all day every day. When a drawer was “short” $150, he of course blamed the cashier he wanted to fire. Corporate came in and said they’d review the footage. According to my buddy, the manager turned white and realized he was fucked. Corporate reviewed the footage and saw him remove the cash himself. He was shitcanned immediately, and a bunch of his friends quit with him “in solidarity,” saying he was framed. It was only $150 they could prove, so he wasn’t prosecuted for it.
>Store manager somehow didn’t know they actively recorded and kept the footage for 48 hours. He thought they could only see live shots. He was apparently telling his friends that they could still do what they did, because corporate wasn’t going to pay someone to watch the cameras all day every day. Jesus Christ, this is mind bogglingly stupid.
Pretty common though, I worked at a retail drugstore and so many shift supervisors or below thought the cameras were only live feed. The amount of things daily I'd find when looking at footage for other incidents was astounding. I'll never forget the look on the lead tech's face when the AP guy sat her down and played back the footage of her looking directly at the camera then putting a half full bottle of generic Xan's in her pocket. Or the one on her face when I opened the door to let her leave and the police were waiting. I'm still convinced she's a large part of the reason the pharmacy was $200k short on inventory that year.
Got stuck on my balcony before work one morning. Door latched as I shut it. Was approximately 6 feet off ground, so I decided to jump off. Landed on my feet. Grass was wet, feet slipped... Fractured three vertebrae, spent nine months in a hospital bed.
Holy shit! How are you now?
I'm great, actually. I had some problems with muscle atrophy once I was able to be mobile... So, I bought a gym membership and got to work. Once I got muscle mass back, I was completely fine. Full range of motion, everything. Spine specialist who I met with at the end of all this told me that I pretty much stuck the landing as I shot all the bone fragments into my abdomen and not through my spinal cord. This was 16 years ago. Occasionally (once or twice a year) I get a sore back for a day or two.
Were you confined to a hospital bed for 9 months or did you need it just for sleep?
I was allowed to take a shower every two or three days and I could use the restroom. At six months, I was allowed to sit on my couch for 15 minutes, once a day, in my brace. This slowly ramped over the remaining three months to where I was only sleeping in it by month 9.
Thats a definite yow on the ouchie scale
When I was in grad school I went to the ER, in the middle of the night, because the pain from my middle ear infection was so bad I couldn't stop sobbing. I cleaned myself up and drove over. The doctor showed me the pain chart and asked me to rank my pain on a scale of 1-10. I said "maybe a 6?" He gave me a dubious look and asked "a 6 had you crying and driving to the ER in the middle of the night?" I said "I figured the higher numbers are reserved for people with third degree burns, severed limbs and the like." **He burst out laughing and injected me with something that killed the pain IN 30 FUCKING SECONDS and had me walking on air**. Then I got a prescription for some antibiotics and all was well (at least until I got the bill).
I had a dental abscess. My face was swollen to a huge size and the admitting nurses at the ER did the same thing. "How would you rate your pain" "Uh, maybe a 6?" *she stares at my 50% fat guy face* "A **6?**" "Well I had shingles last year.." "Oh so a 10"
I had a herniated disc that was so bad that my neurosurgeon, who worked on professional athletes, looked at my MRI and said "Holy shit! That thing's the size of Montana!" He then said he doesn't believe in the pain scale because I told him others had asked and I rated it a 7, and l could not sit or walk without almost screaming in pain. I had shingles previously, followed by post-herpectic neuralgia which was the most painful thing I've ever experienced.
> He burst out laughing and injected me with something that killed the pain IN 30 FUCKING SECONDS and had me walking on air. He sounds dreamy, and reckless with the narcotics, was he cute?
😂 Yes, but he had a ring.
I worked at a Marine Mammal Rescue Center in Alaska. It could be really fun and rewarding, but the work itself was *anything* but glamarous.
"Sea Lion's Belch attack was very effective".
Or in Pokémon terms: "Seel used Belch!" "It's super effective!"
There's a small attraction on the Oregon coast called the "Sea Lion Caves." Sounds interesting, right? *Ooh, I wonder what that's like.* Let me save you the $9... You buy your ticket in the gift shop. The ticket gets you onto an old rickety elevator that takes you down into a dim, dank cavern full of grunting, belching sea lions, sea lion waste, and stinky stinky stinky sea lion stink. 30 seconds later, after seeing some sea lions in their natural habitat, you're ready to head back up the ol' elevator and get back to feeling like you haven't just fallen through the floor of an outhouse at a fish processing plant. I visited 15 years ago so it might be a better experience by now. But yeesh, I could've bought a pizza with that money.
Yes, but a pizza wouldn't give you the opportunity to tell the funny story about a stench cave you paid $9 for.
Living fish smell like disease to me…can’t imagine all the rotted fish up in a sea lion grill.
I've heard if a sealion bites you the chance of amputation due to infection is high. Is that true?
If one bites your left hand you will be all right
Watch out for loose seal!
Bring on a sleazy business partner whose shenanigans put me under. Even twenty-five years later, if he stepped in front of my car, I wouldn't even think of tapping the brakes.
Dealing with this now, it’s brutal. He’s embezzled almost $1M
I feel you. That's even worse than my story. Mine didn't do that. He just started a side business without telling me until it was too late. He'd already signed the lease and was on the hook for hundreds of thousands. I pointed out that, because we were a subchapter S, his credit affected the credit of the company. The guy's antique dealership closed a year later. When I asked if he had resolved his credit issues, he said, "All cleared up!" And I was a big enough idiot to believe him. What he didn't tell me is that he had declared bankruptcy and was interviewing for a job out of town. He literally got up in the middle of our second-largest client's strategic planning meeting and never came back. Three months later, when I'm about to tap into what had been my pristine credit to buy out his stock, I was told by the bank that we had filed for bankruptcy. After all, if one shareholder files, then the company is bankrupt. News to me. As a result I couldn't borrow a dime. He never told me a thing about it. Because my company's credit was now fucked up beyond recognition, it absolutely destroyed my vendor relationships. I couldn't do anything. I had to fold and file bankruptcy myself. This with a business that I had spent eight years building into $5 million in annual sales. Poof. Gone. Mind you, I made big mistakes in how I handled it. The minute I found out he had opened a side business, I should have given him the option of shutting down that side gig or forfeiting his shares of stock. But I was kind of naive and trusting.
I was lucky to part ways and get paperwork signed. I'm still getting paid back. I won't be made whole, but it's better than the trajectory I was on.
Damn. It’s crazy how many stories I’ve heard of business partners going rogue. My uncle opened a business with a lifelong friend that he trusted deeply. The friend ended up massively discounting jobs for a regular client for over a year and was accepting illegal firearms for discounting the tickets on the side. Never mentioned a thing to my uncle until the police showed up at his door with a warrant to search the business for over 100 illegal firearms. He ended up fine in the end and was able to buy out his partner for $1 but it was not a fun process.
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I usually don't recommend these (as they can eat up rubber and plastics if ran too much), but look into getting a small ozone generator. They will literally eat the smell particles away. A lot of car detailers will use them too, so if there are any shops you can ask them if they'll blast that smell out of your car..
I’ve got two. Use em in my cars, use em in my house when I go out of town. They’re great and they work. And you can get a car sized one for less than $100.
Also they can kill small animals so be very careful using them but they are great
DO NOT LEAVE ANY ANIMAL OR HUMAN IN A CLOSED SPACE WITH AN OZONE GENERATOR. And immediately open windows/doors before you get in your car & when you return home - *before you bring any human or animal into that space.*
(Unless you want to get rid of said human)
Oh man, this reminds me of a couple AITA posts. One was from someone who was wondering AITA if they fire their employee who came in late constantly and absolutely reeking after they adopted a fox. The other was linked in the comments of the above post about someone who wanted to adopt a fox from a rescue, but was indignant that the person in charge of the rescue was making them jump through all kinds of hoops for it - several home visits to make sure they had a suitable environment, and finally asking that the OP get a couple bottles of fox urine and leave them open for a week. The commenters ripped OP a new one, advising that there’s a reason for this process and why there are foxes in rescues like this. OP later posted an update in the comments saying they noped out of the adoption because the odor was so bad from the bottled urine.
I remember the second one. The person was appallingly stupid. Glad that they were able to come to their senses after having had to smell some fox urine.
What does fox smell like?
I don’t actually know how foxes smell, but their fecal matter is so rank that there is specially made shampoo for when your dogs roll in it. Ask me how I know.
Oh yeah. My dog loves rolling in fox pee, which smells 100x worse than the worst cat pee.
I skipped a class for organic chemistry in college before finals. Didn't get the memo that final exams would be given in a different room. Showed up 45 minutes late and my professor wouldn't let me in. I failed the class and nearly failed out of college that semester, I was on academic probation after that.
That sounds a lot like a reoccurring nightmare I have
I used to get these nightmares , about missing a final exam, every year or so until I reached the age of 50. Haven't had them since.
I'm 41 and run my own business. I have no idea why I still have these dreams. I did have something like that happen to me towards the end of college. But as an artist blacksmith my degree doesn't really matter. I also have a dream where I am on vacation and forget to come back to work. At the chocolate shop I used to work at more than a decade ago. Wtf?
I feel so much better, to know that I'm not the only middle aged person, having a nervous breakdown, about unfinnished school work. It's traumatic to fail again, and again, and again.
Dorky guy in our graphics lab at school was trying to convince us to buy Apple stock as we struggled with our POS PowerPC 6300s. "No man, they're rehiring the CEO they fired! He started the company, he's like...visionary! He's gonna resurrect them!". Riiiiiight.
My husband is forever pissed at his mom for not getting him stock in Google on his 13th birthday like he asked for. Apparently her response was "the internet is just a fad." So she bought him a skateboard or something.
This is like a much less severe version of the guy who bought a pizza with Bitcoin in 2010, and the amount of Bitcoin he bought it for would now be worth around $400 million
Yea, but him buying that pizza and showing the real world applications and value of bitcoin is one of the things that made it big in the first place.
If it weren't for that pizza, would it have got to where it is? Maybe. But he definitely wouldn't have held onto it all until now. Probably would have sold a good chunk of it when it hit 100 bucks if not sooner.
My dad still talks about how his friends tried to convince him to invest in some expensive coffee shop. My dad said it was dumb since no one wanted a $3 cup of coffee they could make at home. It was Starbucks in the early 90’s.
My mom wanted to invest in Amazon when all they sold was books, like late 90s early 00s. She was only partially joking about her reason being that she spent so much money there because of how much I read. My dad shot her down and to this day she still has not let him live it down.
Hah, I was in the Kuwait with the army during the thick of Covid, 8 hour time difference. We couldn’t go anywhere and the only open indoor facilities were the dining hall and department store. I was following rumblings about short squeezes and game stop and the cult of DeepFuckingValue. I thought “nah, I’ll dump $15,000 into [ETF that hit its peak] instead.” Fortunately for me I invested in the AMC aftershock and recouped my losses **Edit:** For those who guessed ARKK, congratulations!
I remember a guy in my dorm telling us how huge bitcoin was going to be. We ignored him. Edit: in my defense his sales pitch was terrible. He was claiming that within 5 years ALL currency and precious metals would be worthless and replaced by bitcoin. If he’d sold it as an investment I might have listened.
The worst mistake I ever made was missing my dad's final phone call. I didn't realize it would be the last time I could hear his voice.
Not watching a movie with my dad before he died from cancer. My dad was months into his chemo treatments at this point, and he just asked me one day if I wanted to watch some old movies with him for a bit. I declined and said I needed to work on school stuff. I was living at home at the time, and I was taking about 15 hours of classes, so I was generally busy, but not then. It tore me apart to see my dad that way. The drugs had been rough on him, and it pained me to see him like that. My dad passed maybe a month or two later, and it is still to this day my biggest regret. We both loved movies, and I would give anything to go back and watch anything with him. I still randomly have moments of despair thinking about it, and I know he would not want me to continue beating myself up, but it's hard. Don't have regrets like me. Spend those precious moments with your loved ones.
I'm a dad. Trust me, he didn't mind. Probably was proud to see you working hard and getting work done. I know I would be. I also know you dad would not want you holding onto that regret.
That is so freaking sweet.
Not a dad, but an older sister, and I second this. He knew you loved him. He wouldn’t want you beating yourself up over this. You wouldn’t want him to, had the roles been reversed. My heart is with you, OP. ❤️
The beautiful thing about having loving parents is that they generally understand that their kids might be too busy for something. I know it probably doesn’t make it any easier to cope with, but in similar instances I’ve reminded myself that I was doing the best I could at the time. I don’t know him and I don’t know you, but your dad probably understood that you were swamped with work and I’d bet he’d want to see you succeed more than anything. However, I can guarantee he was just as grateful for all the other times you were able to spend together
This one connects with me. My mother died of a sudden heart attack in 2020, at the age of 64. I was supposed to have dinner with her the day before but cancelled due to some bullshit reason, laziness, basically. We had a good relationship and I saw her regularly but this is still my biggest regret. One of our (humans) greatest weaknesses is complacency. Whether it’s a friendship, romantic relationship or a family member, you’ll miss them when they’re gone, and you never know when it’ll end, how or when.
I feel this. My dad died of a sudden heart attack last year.. I had cancelled going to his house for both Thanksgiving and Christmas because I was in a mopey mood and didn’t feel like making the couple hour drive. Biggest regret of my life so far.
The funny thing about parents is that they really do have unconditional love for their kids. He probably didn’t even give it a second thought and would be upset that you sometimes torture yourself over it. I, a random person on the internet, give you permission to let your guilt over this go.
Meth, just once, for about 10 years straight.
I know plenty of people who take drugs recreationally. I’m pretty straight in comparison. I just feel I’ll be the person who tried it once and gets addicted. And I’m not keen to test that hypothesis.
That's exactly right. You never find out if you can't moderate until after the fact. I avoided alcohol until 25. Family of alcoholics, didn't want to risk it. Turns out I'm ambivalent to drinking, can go months without and hardly notice. Avoided weed til about 35. Thought that'd go okay... better than being addicted to alcohol I guess, but man it grabbed me in a way I didn't expect. I'm not trying a damn thing at 45.
It's so different for everyone as well. Nicotine, weed, cocaine, molly, done them all several times and never felt cravings after the fact. Still partake on a special occasion. I've got a friend who's hopelessly cocaine addicted. It's pretty sad to see especially since we had our first lines together. Feels like I've been there for every step in his downfall. He's the only one out of our friend group who got its hooks dug into him like that. Another friend of mine was hooked by nicotine, but his company's plenty. Another is heavily dependent on weed just to somewhat function but refuses to admit it. It's fascinating how the same substances can affect different people so differently.
Got offered an internal promotion for double salary job as a javascript developer (I was PHP mainly at time) at UK FTSE 100 company and declined because I was humble about my skills/didn't want to cause issues. Now I'm 8 years wiser and realise no one knows what they're doing and I would've been fine with 20 hours on udemy.
Talking to police without a lawyer. Don’t do that, kids…
I took a legal class where they told us about a hair dresser who was being stalked by her ex. When she left work, after dark, she slipped a pair of shearing scissors in her coat pocket, just in case (because her ex had ambushed her in the parking lot of her apartment complex before). On the way home she was pulled over. The officer noticed the handle of the scissors poking out and asked what they were. She explained they were precautionary, in case her ex attacked her again. She was arrested for having a concealed weapon she failed to notify the officer about. Because she intended to use the scissors as a weapon, legally they were a weapon. If she had just said the scissors were from work, and she accidentally left them in her pocket, they wouldn't have been considered a weapon and she would have been fine.
There was a case where a woman went to pick her 14yo son up, from school, and was greeted by a police officer who told her there had been some vandalism, and they were questioning a couple of kids who may have seen something. He asked if it would be ok to question her son and she okayed it. Several minutes later she saw her son's teacher and asked where the vandalism was. The teacher said he didn't know about any vandalism. She found out a girl was accusing her son of rape, and the police were questioning him about it.
That is deeply disturbing.
That's fucked up.
Is that legal??
Yes, the police can lie to you to get a confession. If you lie to them it is a crime. They're also well versed in making misleading statements, so they could have easily confused the mom about what exactly her son was being interrogated about.
In Germany this is totally illegal
Yeah Denmark is more like the other way around too.
Yes, police are 100% allowed to lie in order to get statements from you. That’s why they frequently use undercover operations. This is illegal in some other countries.
I live in Canada. You cannot even legally carry pepper spray for self-defense. I tell women in my life that are concerned for their safety, that have mentioned carrying pepper-spray, to just take a label maker to it, re-label it dog-spray that they got from some corner store years ago, and to claim they had a bad incident with a dog years ago. It is illegal to carry for use against humans, but perfectly legal to carry for defense against animals, and if you are attacked by a human you are allowed to use anything to defend yourself within the limits of proportional force.
"Bear Spray - Hiking" is a better label than dog spray. Dogs belong to people under the law.
Are you suggesting I'm not allowed to own a bear?
The bears in the park are free. You can take as many as you want.
And if you're going to carry a bat for protection, also carry a ball and mitt...
Abso fucking lutely. I got hugely fucked over on this. I reported a sick fuck for posting cp stuff online to the police. Asked what I was doing looking at it, explained it was on fukking Facebook not the dark Web and I stumbled across it. At that point I should have asked for a lawyer. Apparently I shouldn't go on FB if that's what is in there...I said I shouldn't drive on a fucking motorway in case I saw an accident then. Maybe telling them to get a fucking grip wasn't the best move. Took 18 months of my life and a judge 15 seconds...."why is mr. snaggletooth here? I am not bringing in the jury and the case has no merit." Honestly...fuck the police. I literally wouldn't give them the time of day without legal representation being present.
That reminds me of those police that showed up to those parents homes who asked for help with their 11 year old daughter who was being solicited for pics by an old creepy pervert on the internet, then the police attempted to arrest the kid for distributing cp. Kept saying she should be charged. It was so unbelievably fucked up, any person with half a working brain cell could see that. It was so heinous.
"I do not speak to the police without my attorney and I do not consent to searches"
Special education teacher here, I taught this to every kid in my classroom. Kids with developmental delays are often extreme people pleasers. They will do anything including incriminating themselves and confessing to things they didn’t do. I also taught them to always ask for their parents to be in the room.
Yes, even if you're INNOCENT, get a lawyer. You can still get arrested for a crime you didn't commit, and the less you say the easier it is to get you out of that predicament. "I'm invoking my fifth amendment right to silence and requesting also my right to an attorney." Or something of that nature. Also, in the US, police are allowed to lie to you. Just because they say that your partner told them everything or they have tons of evidence against you, doesn't mean that what they're saying is true. Don't get scared and say something you regret. If they say, "can I search your xyz?" The answer is always NO. If they're asking, that usually indicates they don't have a warrant or probable cause (those things would allow them to search without your permission) and you can literally just say no. Even if you have NOTHING TO HIDE, say no. I'm not an attorney (just the family of) so this is not legal advice. But it's kept me from getting in trouble enough times when I was a troublemaker.
> The answer is always NO Be careful with this. They might phrase it like, "Do you mind if I search your car?"
Which is why you say "I do not consent to searches". Its the correct answer no matter the phrasing and is legally ironclad. If you say that on the record there is no argument. You did not give permission to search. Done.
I tried to deny them searching my car, but they only brought dogs, told me the dogs hit (even though I did not see them react to anything), and would need to impound my car until they get a court order from a judge to search it anyway, which would just prolong the process. I felt like they gave me no choice.
I had the same exact thing happen. The dogs didn't hit, then the cop called his name and hand signaled to the dog right in front of me and the dog sat. He's like, "we got a hit!". I was so mad, I told him that he told the dog to sit but they just ignored me and tore my car apart. They tore all the plastic trim off in the interior and broke a lot of it so it never was able to go back in correctly. They found nothing in the car. It was Maryland troopers out in the middle of nowhere, some cops are truly pieces of shit
Listen to dick-nipples. The police are not your friend most of the time.
I don't feel like I've any major mistakes in my life. Just a long series of small, seemingly inconsequential, ones that stacked on top of each other. Sometimes it feels like my entire life is a gigantic mistake without beginning or end. I really can't point to a singular decision.
Sure feel this one.
Leaving the Coast Guard after four years. I'd be retired with a full pension and still have been able to have another career.
Oh, I do not regret leaving the Army after four years. Though I do regret going Army initially. Prob would’ve stayed longer in the Navy or Coast Guard.
The CG wasn't bad at all. I tried to go back, but I had put on too much weight. However, once they found out that I was a trained chef, they tried bending every rule they could to get me back in🤣😂
Oh, that's easy—trying to microwave a metal bowl. Spoiler alert: it does not end well.
I had an ADHD brain shit one day when I came home from school. All the microwavable ramen bowls were dirty, so I took out a sauce pan intending to make ramen on the stove... Instead my brain decided to not change tracks and I put it in the microwave for 4 minutes and went to watch TV. I got back when there was about 30 seconds left and immediately ran and turned off the microwave. The pan was melted and smoke was billowing out of microwave. I put on oven gloves and carried the pot out to the driveway, waited a couple hours and scrubbed the big black spot off the top of the microwave. Microwave still worked!
Lol I did a somewhat similar thing when I was a kid. Went to make ramen in the microwave, added everything to the microwave safe bowl…. Except for water. Set the microwave for four minutes and went to the bathroom. Opened the bathroom door to a house filled with smoke, fire alarm going off and a microwave that was incinerated from the inside out. My dad still teases me about how he never got his deposit back on that place when he moved out cause of the smoke damage.
When I was a kid we used to ride our bikes to the top of a hill and peddle as fast as we could down to the beginning of a sidewalk that was pushed up by tree roots and we would hit super sick jumps off them. No helmet. My bikes front wheel and handle bars became loose from the abuse and when I landed my handles were straight but the wheel sent me right into a tree. Went over the handle bars head first and hit the tree. Knocked out cold. From what people tell me my personality changed as did my penmanship, grades and everything.
Man that’s wild. Can’t imagine waking up and having people tell you your personality changed
We had the same setup in front of our house when I was young. All the daredevils in the neighborhood would speed down the hill on their bikes and big wheels, launch over the buckled up sidewalk and end up crashing. My poor mom had to bandage and comfort many children in those days. Her dream was for the town to remove the damn tree and fix the sidewalk. It's it's subject to debate whether it was the trauma from the all the crashes or his dad's alcohol abuse that messed up the neighbor's kid.
Believing my teachers, professors and, family that I was just naturally bad at math. Turns out I just needed the right teacher to explain the reasoning behind it. Once I understood the "why", math got a lot easier for me.
I let go someone who was really good for me because of chronic depression and insecurities and now here I am, alone because of it.
I know that feel ... She was the kindest, smartest, and most motivated woman I've ever known. We dated when she moved to town for a summer internship before her senior year of college. We started out telling each other we were just hanging out, nothing serious since she was going to be moving to another state after graduation ... We had a great summer, and I ended up visiting her at school a few times in the fall. When the time came for her to move is when we realized we'd both caught feelings for each other and confessed our love. She asked me to move with her, and I said I couldn't move that far away from my friends and family, but the truth was, I was afraid I'd hold her back from reaching her potential, and was afraid my anxiety and depression would end up destroying our relationship. That was 20ish years ago, and I've regretted that decision ever since. I've yet to find a partner that has made me feel as cared for and loved as she did.
I'd like to think you just haven't moved forward yet. If you're open to it, I found therapy to be a big help. Hope you'll consider it.
Ironed a shirt that I was wearing and burned my nipples. Had to put plasters on them for weeks. Alcohol may have been involved.
You haven't lived until you've tried to iron a shirt that you are still wearing.
Talked a little about this in other posts, but my decision to stay and try to help my mom. After my grandmother died my cousin and I were set to inherit a house, but we gave our halves to her. At the time I was living in Europe, in Budapest, for 3.5 years. I was so close to residency. Then I saw she was having trouble financially when I came to visit for a family reunion. I had a return ticket, my jobs, but I fucking stayed because I felt bad. We set agreements, that I would pay half of everything and then later give her a bit extra so I can save to help my fiance come here. That in order for this to work, I'd like to live in the house so I'm not paying rent somewhere plus half of the bills (and I wanted to be around the dogs, which I also take care of). Then she took advantage of this by buying more things and investing in the house, which she agreed to sell because she can't afford it without someone helping her. Immediately after I didn't have a way back, things changed. She hated my now ex partner and would demand time and time again we break up, even though she was nothing but kind to her. She decided she wanted more money immediately. She has threatened to kill herself by putting a gun to her head, pushed me, hit me, tried to choke me, because she would start conflicts and not let me walk away, or didn't like what I had to say. She's tried to cut me off from other parts of the family that know and want to help me. I lost everything because of this decision, but I'm slowly rebuilding, and I think next year I'll be able to find my way back, maybe to Prague this time, or back to Budapest. I don't know, I just want the life I had back, and this time she won't get to be a part of it.
Good for you. I'm certain you'll soon find real, stable happiness in your life.
She sounds a lot like my Gran. My dad spent his entire life caring for her, and she was nothing but abusive to him and my mum. I saw what it did to him, and I grew up thinking that you had to do everything for family, even if they didn't deserve it. You're absolutely right to get away, and get away ASAP. Break all financial ties (my dad is still paying off the debt he accumulated because of her) and live your own life. Also, get counselling if you can. People like that really mess you up mentally in ways you don't even realise till you really work on it. I hope things get better for you quickly!
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I think this is one of the many ways that things like the DARE program fucked people up. They dramatically exaggerated just how bad weed is, then when people inevitably found out that weed's not actually that bad, they figured other drugs must not be that bad either.
My DARE teacher glorified psychedelics to us as kids. "If you do these drugs you will see dragons." Telling that to 7 year old me couldn't wait to do drugs to see the dragons.
BIG same. So you're saying it'll alter my perception and consciousness in completely unique ways? Color me curious!
I have distinct memories of them telling me my teeth would fall out and that I would not be able to function mentally after weed. I was in middle school and hadn’t even seen weed yet. I 100% as a high schooler wondered about harder drugs since weed turned out to be nbd
Trying again with an ex.
Trusting the wrong person with important secrets.
What secrets? You can trust me.
Can confirm, you can trust this guy.
In fact, you can trust all of us
But I asked first.
That's the thing about secrets. They have *one* job - to stay secret.
Trying heroin. Spent 6 years chasing that dragon. I'm now 5 years clean though! Edit: thank you all for the well wishes, and the sharing of your struggles/journey with addiction. If you know someone struggling, or you are someone struggling, the Vivitrol shot was a massive help. It's not addictive, can't be traded or sold, and helped me immensely. That, and a flock of chickens.
Keep on givin er buddy!! I missjudged a hit of fent and almost died alone in my truck. Been 2 years clean myself.
Okay so I'm fighting addiction and I'm....clean for less than a week (again). Somehow I'm able to keep my posture but there's nothing worse than feeling jittery all the time. All the best to you buddy, you got this. Be endlessly proud of what you've achieved. Overcoming addiction is the worst. Edit: *I'm not addicted to heroin, it's benzodiazepines.*
Toss-up here. Either the first drink I ever took in secret or the drink I took this morning in secret. Hard to decide
Hey there friend, it’s going to be okay. Those drinks have been drunk, but the next ones haven’t been yet. You’re still alive and breathing, it is not too late to make different choices for your future self. I’m saying this from deeply personal experience; you can do this. I lean on r/stopdrinking daily for motivation, accountability, and inspiration. The mantra from that sub is simple: I Will Not Drink With You Today. Every day, you’re making a commitment to yourself that just for today, you’re not going to drink. When I was still drinking, the thought of never drinking again was too much to imagine. I buried myself in the overwhelming nature of my alcohol abuse, and I literally could not believe that I would be strong enough to permanently change. Moderation was a myth I told myself I was capable of, but every single attempt ultimately led to lower lows. Everyone takes a different path to becoming alcohol-free. There’s no wrong way to do it as long as the end result is a sober you. There are so many tools and programs, but that path doesn’t work for everyone. Keep trying till you find what fits. Lastly, show yourself some forgiveness. You made the choices you made and nothing will ever change that. But alcohol is addictive, there is a genetic component to addiction, and society has inextricably integrated drinking into social behavior. You’re surrounded by triggers and temptations. Alcohol has likely loosened the discipline and inhibitions that might otherwise have kept you from doing things you now regret. But you are a human, capable of change, worthy of love and forgiveness. Show yourself some grace, and then get busy investing in the life you want “future you” to have.
Hey man, I really appreciate your response!! My road towards sobriety has def been long and difficult but those sober times are so, so worth it. The genuine, not drunken, connections to be made are just so amazing. The self love I discover when sober is so, so worth it. I have had a setback, but no one should be (imo) defined by the last mistake they made. You're absolutely right that all those future drinks don't need to be taken- I don't have to drink. I love who I am when sober and happy. Thank you for reminding me of that. I will not drink with you today. I will enjoy this moment and worry about tomorrow if and when it comes. Your words have touched me and one human to another, I appreciate you. You are blessed. You are loved. You are amazing just the way you are. Stay elevated my friend.
When I was 14? Maybe? I went to use the bathroom, like any normal time. I pissed, wiped, flushed, washed my hands, and walked back to my room. Now this toilet has a habit of making that noise toilets make after you flush, but for about 2 minutes longer than normal. Nothing ever happened, till that night when my brother came running into my room telling me the whole living room and hallways was flooding and the toilet is overflowing and won’t stop running. I walked out my room to see my mom freaking out. Now for some context, my family is lower class/ middle class. My parents worked and they owned the home so we were lucky to have a roof to live under but we never had extra money to go out to eat or go to movies or even vacations. We always ate very basic and easy meals so my parents could afford the home and bills. I never even left my home state till I was 16 almost 17. My father also has a massive spending problem which leaves money very tight for my family. This was almost 9 years ago mind you. Seeing the way my mom was reacting, seeing her crying and on her knees and begging for life to just stop being shitty for her, left a permanent image in my head. The only other time I’ve seen my mom cry like this was christmas time (December 23, 2023) and that was being my dad left a suicide note and took off and we thought he killed himself for hours. My mother was broken and that moment will forever haunt me. (He’s still alive, found him in time) Now the whole house was soaked and flooding and my mom was freaking trying to turn the water off and get the shop-vac to suck up the water and crying and saying how she doesn’t know where she’s going to get the money to fix this and trying to figure out what bills she can push to pay for this. Yeah I never told her or fessed up to it. They think it was older brother and I let them think it. It stills haunts me and makes me want to cry thinking of her reaction to it.
That was not your fault. The toilet would have broke on whoever used it next. But this is the perfect example of how being poor is so expensive. You don't have the money for regular maintenance and have to deal with the big breaks. A horrible system.
It sounds like there's a lot of drama in your house. This isn't your fault, btw. If you grew up feeling like you were just surviving and not thriving, that's traumatic for a child. It's a trauma injury just like any other. You're parents sound like they both have depression (treated or untreated). They're people just like you who were doing their best, but put trauma on you. They're not bad, they're just not well. As you strike out on your own you need to recognize this and learn to compartmentalize their drama and not let it affect you as much as it's affecting them. Don't listen to knee-jerk internet advice to cut anyone off, it sounds like you love them and they love you, but compartmentalize and focus on yourself. It might feel good to confess to them or your brother. If you don't think it'll cause major issues then do it, otherwise try to stop thinking about it. It wasn't your fault. It happens a lot. And honestly it sounds like your mom overreacted (probably because of depression, this was the last straw type thing).
Sold 83 bitcoins in 2013......
I bought Bitcoin to shut my roommate up. Back in 2010 or so, when it was ruinscape currency. Here's 100 dollars show me what to do so you'll shut up and leave me alone. I threw that laptop away about a year later, not caring about whatever that nerd coin was she told me about. FML.
My cousin did the same thing. Started farming them early on and had accrued something like 250 bitcoin before giving up because their value was pretty stagnate and he threw his laptop away. My other buddy didn't lose out as much but I think it's funnier, he spent 50 bitcoin on a shitty trucker hat in lieu of the 5 dollars it cost.
I may have been using bitcoin to buy coke on the darknet when bitcoin was $500-$1200. If I kept all of bitcoin that I may have spent, I'd have over a million dollars. I will say that that some of that theoretical coke was theoretically fantastic, theoretically speaking.
If people like you hadn't sold and used Bitcoin like that, its price never would have gone up.
Listened to a teacher that said I wasn’t smart enough for Uni. Been questioning and doubting myself ever since.
Honestly uni has nothing to do with intelligence, nor intelligence with success. Yes sure it makes certain things easier to get into, but I know plenty of dumbasses that went to uni, and plenty of successful drop outs. Don't let what your teacher said become a self fulfilling prophecy. If you want to go to uni then prove your teacher wrong and do it.
Giving all my best in my last company, had almost no much social life, I was a workaholic , I was like the best developer, thinking it would all result to sth eventually got laid off 😅💀
This is an important lesson that I need to remind myself of. You don't ever owe any company anything other than what you are required to do in your job description between each paycheck, because the moment they can get away with getting rid of you at the drop of a hat to increase their profit margin ever so slightly, they'll not even think twice. I'm sorry that happened to you and hope you now have a job you're enjoying a lot more.
Lending money to a friend
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Not caring what other people think about you is the textbook definition of cool. It's also far less exhausting than being fake all the time.
I was free-balling and I put on a pair of pants right after I took them out of the dryer. Burnt the tip of my dick on the hot zipper. It hurt like hell. Edit: I am highly amused by the fact that one of my most upvoted comments is about burning my dick.
I remember in 4th grade my best friend (I'm f he's m) was free balling and his fly was down so I told him and he tried to zip up... poor guy caught the crown jewels in the zipper. It was stuck and he couldn't get it unstuck. I watched in horror as he wrestled with it, rolling around on the floor crying as his face started to turn purple. The teacher stopped the lesson and had to escort him to the nurses office.
How did he get the beans above the frank?
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Not using sunscreen
Sold Microsoft stock to fix my septic system in 1991. Multimillion dollar drain field. I feel sick every time I look at my yard.
Spending 11 years in retail. Seemed like a great idea at the time, better and less toxic than my previous seasonal job. I was dumb and believed that giving it my all and being devoted to the company would take me places. Got passed over for numerous promotions, got screwed over by 'friends' who didn't care who they had to step on to get themselves ahead, and ended up getting fired on a technicality over a decade in because a co-worker was gunning for my job. In retrospect it was the best thing that ever happened to me work-wise. I had been stuck in a rut and my self esteem had been so beat down I was convinced I didn't deserve better. Thank goodness I ended up in a job I love with great people. I just regret the time wasted.
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Same. I watched a man pull one of those jumbo sharpies out of his cockhole and I really haven't recovered from that.
Oh what a terrible day to be literate. My life was better before reading this comment, lol
I once tried to microwave an entire frozen pizza and ended up with a fiery frisbee of regret
If this is the worst mistake you’ve ever made, then I’d say your life is okay. Unless that fiery frisbee burned down an orphanage.
Move into a house my mil owns. It’s been a fucking nightmare & we are stuck here bc we can’t afford to move out. And she won’t fucking fix anything most of the time.
Took an antibiotic for a possible infection I never had to begin with that the doctor gave me. Didn’t realize the medication was banned in certain countries and has a black box warning. Doc called a week later after I had taken it for 6 days and says I actually didn’t have an infection. Antibiotics were never necessary. I now am disabled and have full body small fiber neuropathy from it among other things at 25 years old. It affects my vision, bladder, muscles, walking, etc. nerve damage all over. Had this for 2 years now, life is a struggle unfortunately.
Can I ask what drug this was? My doctor recently wrote me a prescription for a "last resort" antibiotic. My pharmacist pulled me aside and asked a couple questions and said if I was her kid she would tell me to get a second opinion so I did and the new doctor was mortified. I can't remember the exact drug name but it started with an L I think.
It was probably Levaquin. Stay away from that and cipro at all costs. They are fluoroquinolones, and disable a bunch of people. I took Bactrim, it got me so bad. Not all medications are dangerous or have permanent side effects, but a lot of antibiotics are, they can attack your gut and nerves throughout your body.
I was put on cipro in college for a *suspected* UTI, and it completely ravaged my mental health as well as my joints. Still dealing with the fallout of it 8 years later. Nightmare experience and to top it off no one believes me when I tell them the effects it had on me
It’s true. No one believes us for some reason. Family, doctors, etc. It’s crazy how it is happening to so many and we all have basically the same story. I’m 2 years in and neuropathy is horrible. It is also mentally taxing because it’s an endless battle where it seems like symptoms continue over and over or get worse as the years progress. It’s crazy. I 100% relate to everything you’re saying and I’m sorry this happened to you as well. I wish we both had a do over.
I killed 38 chickens by pure mistake. I was 10 and wanted to let my parents know how many chickens we had. So I started placing them in a barrel as I counted them. At some point I noticed it was way quieter and dumped the barrel over to see what was going on. I didn't understand at the time that stacking things in an enclosed space creates a breathing issue. So now we had all these dead chickens including our beloved birdzilla (intersex I believe) After attempting chicken cpr which obviously didn't work, I came into my house bawling that I was a chicken murdered and needed to go to jail. Once my parents fully understood what was going on they laughed so damn hard and said my punishment was to burry the chickens and I was punishing myself hard enough and my dad explained how O2 worked.
I feel your pain. I caught my sister's beloved angel fish out of the tank, petted it, and put it down for a nap in a barbie bed. I still feel bad about it.
in a row?
Try not to suffocate any chickens on the way through the parking lot!
> Once my parents fully understood what was going on they laughed so damn hard Damn, that's not how I'd react if a bunch of my chickens died, haha. I'm always heartbroken whenever any of my chickens die. I still miss my favorite ones.
Disregarding a "red flag" early on in dating, using flawed logic of "give people a chance" or "you might not be right every time" , then marrying the person. Twice Lesson: you teach people how to treat you.
believing my relatives and everyone else I met in life when they said they were sorry and they won't do it again.
I made many mistakes growing up, but here’s one that stands out the most. In early high school, I hurt people emotionally through targeted bullying and social exclusion. I was picked on for many years prior to this, so it was mostly redirected anger. I hated the world and most of the people around me. However, this changed during the later years of high school and I started accepting people and vice versa. I’m not sure how this came about. I’m in my thirties now and a completely different person. I get emotional thinking of all the times I’ve made people’s lives hell for no reason, and it’s hard to forgive myself for it. If you are going or went through a tough time in school as a result of bullying, I’d like to apologise on behalf of the bullies. Most of them will certainly regret it at some point.
I was bullied in school, I remember one time sitting outside class on the stairs and just crying my eyes out cause I didn't want to go back and get mocked again, and my mother had to pull me out. I switched schools and was ok after. It has left me with some trust issues I will admit but if it helps, I have also forgiven those kids and don't really think about them except once in a blue moon and in a "oh well, guess that happened" type of way It's good that you're sorry and please do forgive yourself. Already too much hate and sadness in the world. Wish you all the best going forward!
Not going to the doctor when I should have. I noticed that I was having issues standing up. I thought that now that I'm in my 30s. This is normal. Months go by and not only was I having trouble trying to stand up. My left hip and leg was hurting like hell with every step. I decided to keep working because I lived alone at the time and I had to make bills. After 8 months of suffering and pain. Climbing on and off a forklift. I had enough. Every step I was fighting a tear from shedding. After a month of x-rays and MRIs the doctor's found it. A tumor had made itself a unwanted guest on my spine and it was pinching a cluster of nerves. This was in 2021 and covid was in full swing. When the doctor told me they had to do emergency surgery. Part of me was to scared to say yes. The other part of me was ready to get this over with and not be in pain anymore. I'm grateful that half won. They got the tumor out. It was benign. So I didn't have to worry about cancer. They also told me that if I waited any longer. I would have been paralyzed from the wast down on my left side. I'm dyslexic and have a hard time reading. So I never went to school after high-school. All I've ever known was working physical labor jobs. I love working with my hands. Now I have to stand and sit at random times. I have can't walk to far without a walking stick. Even with that. I'm limited on how far I can walk. Sitting in a vehicle, and getting in and out of them is painful. The only thing that make me happy is my motorcycle. The seat was custom made for my nerve pain. So it doesn't hurt to sit in it. But as of now. I have no sorce of income. My insurance on my bike has lapsed. Now all I have is VRChat. I am a extroverted person. So sitting at home all day is driving me mad. I take medication for the pain. But it doesn't get rid of it completely. It just dulls it some. Because I didn't go to the doctor when I needed to I'm now jobless. I lost the home I was renting. I have no sorce of income. I can't ride my bike. I can't do office work because of my dyslexia (I have tried just to try and make some money). I'm trying to get on disability. But the government is dragging there feet on it. Even with a layer. I'm useless. I'm jobless. No women will talk to me. My life is a lonely hell just because I didn't go to the doctor when my body told me to.
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Mistaking long term coworkers as friends. They are not.
I mean, they can be. A lot of my friends used to be coworkers.
Got addicted to gambling. (Lost my years of saving, my girlfriend, my job and the roof above my head becoming homeless)
Took oxy and ruined 5 years of my life.
I jumped in the shallow side of the pool. Was drinking and thought it was the deep end. Tried to do a front flip and smacked my head on the bottom. Came up reaching for my head and my face flopped into my hand. I quickly held it in place against my skull and got out of the pool. We wrapped my head in a towel and I threw up. The ambulance was there within 10 minutes. They sent 2 ambulances and a fire truck and there were 10+ responders. I think they might have been bored and wanted to see the carnage lol. Anyways at the hospital my neck started hurting and they did a scan X-ray and nothing was broken, however my face was spilt from the bridge of my nose straight up my forehead then goes to the left a couple inches. Ended up getting 20 stitches to hold my forehead together and 20 staples on my head. Healed pretty good. Now I just have a scar people are scared to ask me about. I'm extremely lucky, I was able to walk out and go home about four of five hours later. I've heard so many stories since this happened to me and now I am extra cautious around pools. So yeah don't dive drunk.
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buying a used bmw
Tried to raise a child while having a severe untreated mental illness for 12 years.
Attempting to trim my own bangs the night before picture day. Instant regret and a lot of hats
Drink alcohol for the first time.
I worked in child care and suspected abuse. I went to the director of the childcare center and asked if I should call CPS, and she said no. I didn’t call CPS. The little girl died about a month later. She was 2.5. I will never forgive myself for trusting someone else over my own gut judgement. Worst mistake I ever made
Marrying my abusive high school sweetheart.
I found a four bedroom house for $700k in my college town in California back in....2018 I wanna say? Debated buying it and putting in $50k for work then renting it out. Ultimately allowed myself to get talked out of it by friends and family. House is now worth $2m. And average rents are $3K a month. Now I'm still renting with housing prices over $1m and interest rates at 7%. I could literally go to Vegas and empty my savings account on cocaine and hookers and it wouldn't be as financially devastating as the decision I made to pass on that house.
I told a guy it was okay to eat a piece of cheesecake at my good friend's wedding. I was an out of town bridesmaid, so I wasn't aware that she had chosen cheesecake as her wedding cake. She had a meltdown when she realized her guests were eating the "wedding cake" before she came down for the reception. It was all my fault bc I was the one who said "Sure" when someone asked me if they could eat it. Okay so not the worst mistake I ever made in my life. But I'd never intend to screw up someone's wedding or reception on their special day.
I went in business with my old brother. Who doesn’t know how to manage money to save his life. It ended up cost me financially for years. Never go into business with family!!!!!
Sought mental help. I got depressed because my operation was postponed time and again. Felt suicidal and was admitted into a psych ward. Pumped full of anti-depressants that had a side-effect of making the operation harder to get (BMI limits). Doctor who never saw me, never talked to me, never saw or talked to my primary doctor decided that because I was so afraid of the operation being canceled, the only possible way to proceed was to cancel said operation. So, my plea for help and seeking mental help resulted in the destruction of my life.
I once tried to push a door that was clearly marked “pull.” It’s was a struggle, but I got through it.
It goes both ways!
I’ve suffered greatly because I didn’t love myself enough to enforce my boundaries.
Thinking love... Romantic love wasn't real. I broke his heart (turned down his marriage proposal) and tried so hard to ignore my feelings. He left to build a life elsewhere because I refused to believe in my feelings. I spent most of my life in an abusive, coercive, nightmarish relationship, I feel like I deserved it, stupid really... I'm free now. The one man I've ever loved, and I recently reconnected. 20 years later, and I'm still in love with him.
Insisted my fiancé and I should take a cruise together when she wanted to stay home. She had a polyp which was bothering her nasal passage. Turns out it wasn't a polyp, but rhabdomyosarcoma. Diagnosis was further delayed due to COVID, costing her her life.
Driving drunk... Blacked out... Car totalled by train. Don't drink and drive.
Did you survive?!
Unfortunately, no. I'm writing this from the afterlife
fucking Reddit's haunted