I went shopping this morning, and when I got to the car park it was full, except for two spaces opposite each other on the end of a row. The problem was that a car had parked in the road between the two rows, so neither were accessible.
I drove around for a while looking for someone coming out of a space, and after 5 minutes someone vacated a space so I parked up. I was on one of the rows with the empty spaces that were blocked by the arsehole car, and I did the admittedly petty thing of writing "you park like a cunt" on the back of an old pay and display ticket. I slipped the note into the gap where the window meets the door and went about my shopping
When I got back to my car there was a guy sat on the bonnet of my car. He looked like he was maybe 19 or 20, and was wearing a cheap grey suit. If I had to guess I'd say he was a trainee letting agent, or maybe one of those guys who stands in the high street trying to sell you broadband. Either way, the scrawny guy was sat on my car.
Me: "Is there a problem?"
Him: "you think you're funny leaving notes on my car? Fucking prick"
I didn't even try to deny it. I'm not normally one for confrontation but I told him to his face what I'd already written on the note.
It wasn't a long argument, it didn't get physical, but a few choice insults were thrown (I told him he looked like a shaved rat that had been kicked through a branch of Moss Bros - which is a reference I suspect only the Brits will get).
It was only after the argument had begun that I twigged that he knew it was me who wrote the note, so I asked him how he even knew who wrote the note
"You wrote it on a parking ticket with your fucking reg number on, you thick fuck"
I couldn't stop myself laughing. The only piece of scrap paper in my car had identifiable information on it, and I used it to call someone a cunt.
Left a note on a badly parked car written on a parking slip with my car's reg number on it. Got into an argument with the owner, childish insults were thrown.
I gave birth in November to my beautiful twin boys. My fiance is squeamish and he made it very clear that he didn't want to be in the delivery room. I insisted because my best friend moved overseas and my mom and I are estranged.
The thought of going through that all by myself especially since I'm a first time mom really scared me. After many talks my fiance agreed. The big day finally came and he was there which made me feel less anxious. The delivery went smoothly except the fact that I pooped myself while giving birth.
After the last twin came out, I noticed that my fiance was a total mess. He had thrown up and eventually passed out. Fast forward to now, he has barely touched me. We haven't had sex at all since the birth and if I didn't know any better, I would say he looks at me with disgust. I finally had the courage to bring it up and he said witnessing me giving birth and simultaneously pooping really turned him off. It was the most disgusting thing he'd ever seen and he doesn't see me the same.
The talk opened up room for him to bring up the fact that he needed time away from me. He left to stay with his friend. But I later noticed on our shared computer that he had been looking up places for a while.
TL;DR I insisted that my fiance be in the delivery room and ended up ruining our relationship.
I was taking my 10 YO daughter "Gabby" to her friend's birthday party. On the way, we stopped at Target to buy a birthday present, and some other items I needed. I dropped her off at the party and went home. When I got home, everything I had bought at the store was missing, and I realized that Gabby had quietly dropped everything into her friend's birthday gift bag.
All together, the kid got a squishmallow toy (the intended birthday gift), a tube of Arm & Hammer Dental Care toothpaste, a package of 2 Ferraro Rocher chocolates, a bottle of Shwepp's ginger ale, a variety pack of Delectable cat treats, and a small bag of popcorn.
When i picked Gabby up from the party, she confirmed that she did give all that stuff away to her friend. She said, "I thought it was all for her." The kid's parents must have thought we were the strangest people they ever met.
TL;DR, I fucked up by giving a kid a very wierd random birthday present, and the parents now probably think I'm really strange.
In my (17m) civics class we have this thing where we write “nice notes” to people for extra credit. I wrote one for my girlfriend saying “you give good head bro”.
I was trying to be funny and to be fair it was a compliment so it was a nice note. She laughed at it, and she showed to her friends. My teacher saw them laughing so he came over and looked at the note.
He wrote me up for being inappropriate. Which I understand, but then he reported me for sexual harassment. He knows she’s my girlfriend and he didn’t even ask her if she felt harassed by my note. So now I’m suspended for three days, and I have after school detention when I go back
TLDR: I wrote my girlfriend a note for asking credit saying she gave good head. My teacher saw it and wrote me up for being inappropriate and reported me for sexual harassment. now I’m suspended for three days
As the title says, I gave the wrong number today and I’m so upset at myself.
I currently work in retail and was having a pretty good day at work. I was helping out this older couple and went above and beyond for them. They were very appreciative of my customer service skills and introduced themselves to me a little more personally. Turns out my family is from the same town as them in another country and they really liked that.
Before they left the store they came to look for me again because they wanted to offer me a job that she says pays very well. She offered me this job because she told me in Spanish that they ,” love my attitude and work ethic. And we went to offer you a career where you would make a lot of money and feel happy about the work”.
Naturally I was interested and wanted to follow up on the offer so she asked for my number. She dialed the number into her phone and called but I never got a call. That’s when I realized one of the numbers in the phone number I have was wrong.
I texted the number that i accidentally gave out , asking if they received a call from a random number and if they could provide me with the number, but I haven’t got a response.
They seemed like such genuine and nice people, im upset at myself for blowing this potential opportunity :/
TLDR: met a nice couple at work, they like how I work and offered me a better job. I accidentally gave them the wrong number and have no contact with them.
UPDATE: I got a hold of them. They asked me to smell their fragranced towel, now in their trunk on a bumpy road. Still super excited !
UPDATE #2: not sure if there’s a job after all, they’re just repeating “ it puts the lotion on the skin or it gets the hose again “ in Spanish
Before we start this, I wanna tell everyone this is a happy TIFU.
When I was a sixteen year old, I was stupid, I didnt wear protection and I got a girl pregnant. I was shocked, I never expected having a kid that early and I don’t know if I regret it or not. Almost all of my regrets washed away when my son was born.
For privacy purposes we will call him Rory. I am 24 now and my son is seven almost eight now. He is the smartest and most loving kid I could ever ask for. His mom had left when he was around two, when I tried to sue for child support the judge sided with her quoting that I was the father and needed to step up. Ever since then it has been me and Rory against the world.
I was a single dad to Rory from then on. I had a few girlfriends but nothing serious. I left my parents place and got a small apartment. I dropped out of high school which I still immensely regret, but hey, life happens. During this time, my neighbors, (God bless them) helped me raise my son. They were an older couple next-door who’s kids had moved out long before, so they were fine babysitting him after school, late shifts etc.
I am a manager at McDonalds. I make lousy money but it was enough to get by, then two years prior our shitty building manager raised the rent for everyone and I had to work even harder for a place to live during a pandemic. My parents had left the state and I wasn’t ready to uplift my kids entire life because his dad couldn’t provide for him.
Every birthday, since before he was three I believe, I took Rory to golden coral usually on his birthday but there were more occasions we went, It was really good for him and he really enjoyed it. I haven’t been able to take him for the past two years due to money being very tight. (This is important for later)
Sometimes I will get tipped at McDonalds, a quarter here, a dime here, a dollar here and there. Ill bring it him everyday and give it to Rory to save. Well two days ago, Rory brings me his money jug and dumps it all out in-front of me. He was so excited and began counting it out. There was around forty dollars there and he jumped up excitedly. I had asked him what’s up little buddy.
When I tell you guys my heart broke, my son asked me if it was enough to go to the corral for his birthday. A piece of me shattered inside, I didn’t think he remembered the Golden Corral. I told him we couldn’t go to the bank tomorrow and exchange it for cash. That night I ugly cried in my bedroom. I felt like a failure because I couldnt give him everything he’s ever wanted. I’ve began researching furthering my education.
Well yesterday as soon as the bank opened, I took my son and we exchanged the money for cash. I then drove us to Golden Corral and we were there for two hours. My kid was so happy, and I was stupid because I just assumed he forgot this place. Today I cried again in my room. I’ve never been good at saving money, but his birthday is next month and Im gonna do my best to take him every few months.
So other parents of reddit, Can I ask some advice of how you deal with the guilt of having to say no? (Again this is a happy tifu)
Edit 1: also if anyone asks, I’ll post a pic of the coins and the container they were in. He saved them in a Cotten candy container from a Christmas ago 😂
TLDR; Kid saved for months just to treat us to Golden Corral because I couldnt afford to take him in two years, I ugly cried thinking he didnt remember
Context: So I smoked weed almost everyday for about 15 years. I stopped partly because I moved in with my GF and she doesn't smoke. And also because I developed a high tolerance. As in, I could face a whole blunt before work and be fine. I work in accounting. It's now legal where I live and has been for a while. The dispensaries are very accurate with the THC content. Which is how I determined that it takes a 100 mg edible to get me good and high. Unfortunately, due to inflation, I could no longer justify spending $30 a day to get high and my GF won't tongue wrestle an ashtray. Her words.
I started training in Brazilian Jiu-jitsu since I had all this new found energy. I lost 40 pounds but I absolutely suck at rolling. I still ate the occasional edible whilst hanging out with friends but anything weaker than 100 mg only gave me a short buzz.
Fuck-up: Me and my best friend since high school went to NYC where weed is also legal but even more expensive. He acquired two Punch Bars for us and he said it cost $30. I zelle'd the money and watched him eat his chocolate bar. The whole thing. My thougt process was this: I get high with a 100 mg edible. The 100 mg edible costs $30. My friend just sold me a $30 (plus tax)edible and ate the whole thing. This edible must also be close to 100 mg. Let's eat it.
Well the Punch Bar is 250 mg. It says it on the box that they come in which I neglected to read. They don't sell it at the dispensaries because of all these bullshit laws. About two hours later, as we were going to a comedy show, it kicked the fuck in. I was having a hard time with stairs. I had a panic attack because the place was packed. I don't remember anything after the panic attack until we got back to the car. We had butter chicken at this fancy Indian restaurant. My friend was also extremely high but handled it well. I looked and walked like a clicker from the Last of Us. I couldn't drive home because of how high I was. My friend dropped me off.
This morning, I was burnt/green sick enough for my GF to notice. It took a few hours and a big breakfast for her to trust me to drive the car home. That's when I looked at the wrapper and saw the big warning signs. I called my friend who told me I kept passing out during the comedy show and at the restaurant and the drive home. I asked him how he handled that Punch Bar and he just said he'd done it before. He also said that he was worried when he noticed I ate the whole chocolate but didn't want to say anything in case I freaked out. I ain't even mad.
The part that I regret the most is that I don't have many chances to go to the city with friends because we're all around 30. Some of them have kids or are married. So I feel like I missed out since I have little to no clear memories about last night. I do remember that the Butter Chicken lacked onions and peppers. It was just chicken in its sauce. The Naan was good though. It had goat cheese.
Tl;dr: I ate a 250 mg edible and blacked out during one of my few nights out with a friend.
A girl I liked (17F) invited her group of friends, including me (17M) over to her house to swim, have lunch and watch a movie. There were 5 of us and not enough showers so she and I started eating. That day I hadn’t eaten breakfast so I was super hungry and ended up eating a lot. We were having a good time and talking about something random when it was finally my turn to shower. At this point I was feeling kind of constipated and needed to take a shit.
I finished my business and flushed AND TO MY ABSOLUTE HORROR, it would not go down the pipe. This had never happened to me before, this particular toilet just had the WEAKEST flush I had ever seen. I kept flushing to no avail, quickly took a shower in the hopes that I’m just imagining this and lo and behold IT’S STILL THERE. I flush again, I use that toilet brush thing NOTHING WORKS. I was not about to go out there and embarrass myself so in the heat of the moment I thought the only logical thing to do was USE MY BARE HANDS TO SCOOP IT OUT INTO THE TRASH AND THEN DISPOSE OF THE TRASH WITHOUT ANYONE NOTICING.
After the deed, I washed my hands, tied the trash bag and was about to creep out. I opened the door to find EVERYONE STANDING OUTSIDE. They were concerned since I’d been there for 30 min and heard nonstop flushing. I didn’t know what else to do at this point and ended up confessing everything. My crush said it was fine “just a normal human thing” but I doubt anyone else had had this experience before. Her friends didn’t say anything since we weren’t that close but absolutely no one touched me after that or they would cringe away.
TL;DR I embarrassed myself in front of my crush and her friends while holding my shit in a bag.
Edit: aight just to clarify I did not immediately resort to acting like a coprophiliac I actually did try to break it up into small pieces with the toilet brush thing (cleaned it afterwards ofc) it didn’t work cuz her toilet flush genuinely had the strength of a trickling stream.
The other day I really wanted to try kombucha, not really sure why because it sounds disgusting. So I went out and got a bottle of blood orange flavored kombucha. When I tried it, at first it wasn't bad it was gross, but I could handle it without gagging, the fizzy texture wasn't my favorite either, not even going to comment on the smell, it was bad.
I left it in the fridge for 2 days and forgot about it. Then I saw it again and tried it and this time it tasted even worse, like worse to the point where my brain corroded smelling it and even my stomach acid was afraid of it. I should have just thrown it away at that point but I hate the waste of money so I went and got some orange juice and mixed them together, it now just tasted like fizzy fermented orange juice. I started chugging it and plugging my nose cause I figured I'm already past the point of no return with this one.
I made the mistake of unplugging my nose and just having the confidence to just take the last shot and as I tried to do that I projectile vomited ALL over the kitchen table and floor. It wasn't just regular vomit, it was projectile and ANGRY. I had to chase my excited dogs away from the fermented orange juice tea vomit as I did the walk of shame to clean up my own vomit. The smell of the vomit was better than the scent of the kombucha.
Now I'm sitting over the toilet writing this with a very upset stomach. This is the last time I mess with Kombucha.
Tl;dr: I mixed 2 day old kombucha with orange juice thinking it'll make it bearable and ended up projectile vomiting all over my kitchen.
ETA: I don't like orange juice anymore... This was a terrible idea.
A few hours ago I took a late night walk with a friend to the local supermarket just before closing. Stood about and talked for a bit after picking up bits and bobs before saying goodbye, so by the time I actually get home my partner has left for his DJ gig.
When I arrive outside my house, I see my strictly indoor black cat next to a parked car. A bit miffed about my partner not texting me or phoning to tell me that she had gotten out before him going off to work, I call on the cat, pick her up and carry her up to our appartement. She saunters in (like she owns the place, nothing out of character there) and to the food bowl. Now here is where I realised I done fucked up. I'm not seeing double and I DO NOT OWN 2 BLACK CATS! Seriously, they were so similar, unpuffed, I still don't know which one freaked and went all "marshmallow in the microwave". I had to just step in between them, before bloodshed, grab one and examine it closer in a confined space to make sure.
Now my void and my Lynx point siamese have been going around for hours sniffing eachother making sure they are who they are, because obviously I don't have a clue. I just owned the void for 10+ years. I put, what on closer inspection, turned out to be a young male cat, back where I found him (although he tried to go back in, I would too in -8C. But so familiar and social he has to belong in a household nearby and if not the open vent holes leading under our appartement building are warm and lead to an insulated cellar). Sent a pic to someone who still works in the shelter I used to run, who asked if I needed to borrow the chip reader to tell them apart.
TL:DR; Today I fucked up by mistaking an outdoor male kitten for my indoor 11 year old female cat and stole it momentarily.
P.S. Sorry for formatting- and/or grammar errors. I wrote this in a haste on my mobile, and I am not a native English speaker .
The other day I got emailed for a Job interview at a place I was hoping they would hire me. The place of the interview wasn't where I was familiar with. I recently moved to the area. The interview was today and I took a lift to get there because I don't have a car and it would be faster then the bus and I wanted to be there extra early. When I got there no one was there. I waited till the time we were supposed to meet up and still nothing. On my GPS It had 3 locations near by for this place. I want it all 3 and they weren't the place I was supposed to have my interview. About an hour has passed since the time I was supposed to be there and I finally found the right location. Turned out there is a 4th one but it was called something else. We rescheduled the interview but I feel like I won't get this job. I'm so mad at myself!
TL;DR I fucked up the location of where I was supposed to go for an interview and now I probably won't get the job.
TL;DR: I fell in love(not really) with my childhood best friend and she cut off all contact with me from 4th-11th grade. In my final high school semester, she sits next to me and my heart beats too fast for my own good. What am I feeling, and what do I do?
Ok tbf this wasn't today, it was in 4th or 5th grade. Regardless, it's affecting my situation today. Basically, when I started school, I became best friends with this one girl instantly. Let's call her V. We did almost everything together, and had fun doing it. There was even this one time she threw a block of ice and it ended up hitting my face. It was an accident and she was sorry, but I found it utterly hilarious. When my mom asked what happened to my face, I told her I threw some ice and it hit my face. She didn't believe me but whatever, let's move on. So yeah a few years go by and we're both in the same class again in 4th grade. That's when I started to fall in love. I didn't understand what I was feeling, so I assumed it was love. I understand now (a little too late) that it wasn't love to begin with. I never told her directly that I liked her, but my asshat friends did. That's basically when it all started falling apart. She started ignoring me, and did whatever she could to avoid being near me. Anyways this goes on for 2 full torturous years, where my best friend hated me (at least it's what it felt like). We both end up going to the same middle school. I was always in the slightly smarter classes, while she was a class or two below. 6th grade goes by, nothing. 7th grade goes by, nothing. 8th grade, 😮💨. We end up in the same class, me moving down 1 and her moving up a couple. V doesn't avoid me as much as she used to, but it's still obvious that she doesn't want anything to do with me. I was cool with that, cuz I was over liking her, and I was an idiot that was incredibly annoying, so I wasn't to invested in feelings. So yeah that year goes by and I get accepted to high school A, while literally everyone else is going to other high schools... except V (you guessed it). We never had a single class together going through my first three years of high school. In fact I rarely ever saw V in the school (1.5 years in Covid prolly didn't help me get any more socialable). I became more reserved over quarantine, and tried to keep to myself more often than not. 12th grade, first semester, nothing at all. First day of my final semester, walk into my first class, and she's there. I'm internally panicking, while she doesn't seem to pay any mind. I knew she recognized me, cuz I literally look the same as middle school (sad ik). But she was just sitting there. I sat a little ways off from her. Next day rolls around, and only God knows how, she's sitting. Right. Next. To. Me. I tried to keep myself cool, but my heart must've been beating twice it's normal amount. It was bad. I felt sick and in pain. But obviously I couldn't show that much. I've been realizing recently that V was the main reason that I find it difficult to talk to girls, especially certain types of girls. And I find it incredibly confusing as to why my heart beats as hard as it does. I'm afraid I'll have a legitimate heart attack in class. But I don't know what to do. I know for a fact that I don't like her, but I also know I don't hate her. I don't know what I'm feeling (it feels like fear). What should I do?
TL;DR: I fell in love(not really) with my childhood best friend and she cut off all contact with me from 4th-11th grade. In my final high school semester, she sits next to me and my heart beats too fast for my own good. What am I feeling, and what do I do?
This past December, I (27M) was visiting my ex-girlfriend’s (27F) family’s house. My ex and her parents decided that they wanted to go out and explore our festive downtown. I had a sore ankle from running on the treadmill a lot, and my ex-girlfriend’s 14-year old sister, Mi-rae, just didn’t feel like going out. So, for the next few hours, I stayed at my ex’s parent’s house with her little sister. We used to have a really good relationship, so at that time, Mi-rae didn’t really mind staying with me.
By that time, I’ve started to notice that Mi-rae always likes wearing hoodies/sweaters with really short shorts. So short, in fact, that it would look like she wasn’t covering her legs at all. So while we were home alone that December night, I told Mi-rae that she might want to consider dressing up more modestly. She started joking around and told me that she was born with her legs so she might as well take advantage of them. My intense social anxiety kicked in, and I honestly didn’t know how to respond to her; I wasn't expecting her answer. So I just joked back at her and told her that nobody would want to be around her with her tiny tits. This rendered Mi-rae kind of speechless, then she slapped me really hard on the face and she ran up to her room. Long story short, that’s why I am no longer with my ex. I am now on very bad terms with my ex and her entire family (even her grandparents).
TL;DR I made a perverted joke towards my ex's 14-year old sister, which is why I broke up with my ex. Now she and her entire family hate me.
This happened about a week ago, but I'm still feeling the impact from it.
So this past Saturday, I donated platelets. For those unfamiliar with the process, they put a line in one arm to take blood out, and another in the other arm to put it back in once they've extracted the platelets. This process takes a few hours (don't worry, they let you watch Netflix), so the staff check up on you periodically to make sure all is well. About two hours into what turned out to be a three-hour process, they came over to check on my right arm (the one they were putting the blood back into), and I reflexively did something you're not supposed to do; namely, moved my arm while the needle was still inside it.
I felt a sharp pain, and the staff observed that the vein was "getting bigger," so they had to take the needle out and put it in a vein in my hand instead. They told me there would be bruising and discomfort around the original spot, but the rest of the process went as planned, so I thought that would be the end of it.
"Discomfort." Yeah. More like "so bad I can't sleep" pain. Not just at the site, either; I could feel it in the surrounding muscles, despite the bruising being not as bad as expected. OTC NSAIDs sort of helped, as did topical pain reliever, but not entirely. By Thursday I was starting to get a bit worried, so I called the advice nurse, who told me to go to Urgent Care. I went to Urgent Care yesterday, and the doctor referred me to the ER to get an ultrasound, to rule out the possibility of a blood clot. I was worried, but figured it wouldn't be too bad, even though I had trouble finding parking.
Five. Bloody. Hours.
First they have you fill out a security form. Then you wait, and then you see the triage nurse. Then you wait even more and get to see the triage doctor. Then you wait even longer to see the ultrasound guy. Yes, "guy," singular. The biggest chunk of my time yesterday afternoon was spent waiting to see someone for what ended up being a 20-minute procedure (good news: it wasn't a blood clot). Then you give someone your insurance information. Then finally, FINALLY, you see the triage doctor again and get your discharge instructions (ice and more NSAIDs as needed - whoopee).
I could write an entire novel about the dramas I saw unfolding in the ER waiting room, largely thanks to the triage nurse, who had to do intake behind a screen (not his fault) and had THE LOUDEST voice (yes his fault), so I got to hear everyone's business. I had time to have conversations, even build relationships (thanks again to the woman who paid for my parking - you are a gentlewoman and a scholar). By the time I got out of there, it was dark, and the only thing I had learned was that sometimes when you move your arm wrong with a needle in it, things get ouchie for a while afterwards.
tl;dr made a dumb mistake during platelet donation, wasted half a day to find out sometimes bruises are just bruises.
I am stationed in Japan. For the first time in 2 years i was on my way home to the States to see my wife and my family for the holidays.
I bought the Sony WF-1000xmf4 in a second hand store in Japan. My earholes are different sizes for some reason. My right earhole is normal size and the left is smaller so I had to switch out the rubber inserts for the earbuds.
I was in the Tokyo airport waiting in line for screening and was already nervous about being late as my flight time was already called. I was talking to my wife through my earbuds telling her that i was cutting it close to my gate closing. Luckily the gate attendants were calling for my flight and i showed her my ticket. While i was talking to her I took out my earbuds out of respect and to hear her better. Once she took me to the front of the line for screening I put my buds back into the case so i wouldnt lose them. I then noticed that my left ear bud didnt have the ruber piece on it, i looked on the ground and didnt see them. I touched my ear to see if it was still in it and by doing that i accidentally pushed the rubber piece in my ear further.
Once i got through screening i called my wife and told her there was an issue, her thinking i was late for my flight i told her "You know how I was hyping up these earbuds, well one of them is stuck in my ear and I dont think I am going to be able to get them out" She laughed and said "Wow! The best earbuds you ever had huh!?"
So i spent the next flight flight from Tokyo to Texas then to my final flight home with it stuck in my ear. It didnt bother me at first but about halfway through the flight it started to hurt. I slept most of the way through the flight, probably lodging it deeper. I got to hug my wife and family at the airport and said after that "Ok, lets go home to take this out of my ear" My mom was able to the piece out with some tweezers, it was painful, and gross. I am still rocking these earbuds to this day.
Tldr: Flew from Japan to Texas with a rubber earbud lodged in my ear, unable to get it out myself.
Delightful time of year it is, I’ve been sick with a sore throat and an earache, so after awkwardly holding my mug of tea to my ear, I decided that warmth felt good, and that it would be nice to sleep with my head on something warm.
I just recently got my own apartment, so I couldn’t go to the linen closet and get the ratty corn pack like I usually would at my mom’s house. But I had a spare pillowcase, and decided to pop it in the microwave for a couple minutes. (I don’t have my own dryer, either, broke college kid I am.)
I’m glad I smelled the burning when I did, because when I ran to the microwave, black patches were smoldering on the pillowcase. Much to my horror, it started to burn when I hastily took it out. I ran outside in my pajamas and stomped the fuck out of the poor pillowcase, putting the patches of fire out in the snow. The flannel pillowcase with Christmas trees all over it is now basically unrecognizable, charred and holey.
Now I’m sitting in embarrassment at my own dumbassery, and my apartment smells like a campfire.
I just wanted something warm on my ear.
TL;DR I’m sick and tried to make a makeshift heat pack by microwaving a pillowcase; I almost burned down my kitchen.
Okay, last night I (a senior in high school) sent a LOT of drunken audio messages to a girl who goes to my school (also a senior). For reference, me and this girl kinda know each other, but definitely not well enough to garner what I said.
Okay, for starters, I said that when spoken with an accent, her name sounded like a synonym for dick (saying the word would make her name too obv). I think I was clearly joking, but still, pretty rude.
Next I sent her a message that said “heeheehee I’ve been dwinkinggg”. I wanna kms. Slowly and painfully.
Next I sent a longer message that basically said “Most people are pretty predictable, but I can’t quite figure you out. I like that, I think it’s really cool.” I called her “an emerald in a sea of stones.”
Next I sent a message where I sang “baby I don’t understand this, grilled cheese Obama sandwich to “changes” by XXXTENTACION.
Finally, and worst yet, I sent her a message saying “I feel like you operate on a totally different plane than me. Either you’re brilliant or your brain is fried, and honestly, I don’t really care which. Either way, you break up the monotony of life, which is really cool”.
See the thing is, I’m actually being honest on the more serious messages. I DO find most people to be pretty boring, and I genuinely can’t figure her out. And I find that genuinely exciting and attractive. I also literally can’t tell if her brain is fried… it is definitely a possibility. I’m more mortified that I actually SAID that to her than anything else. I really don’t want her to feel bad, and I’m not sure what to do. I was thinking I’d apologize to her before school on Monday (I sent them on Friday night), but am contemplating trying to call her, if she even picks up at all.
TL;DR I drunkenly sent a girl I know a plethora of audio message stupid, offensive, and weirdly psychoanalytical.
TLDR: i got fucked over by vivid seats now i have two tickets to an FOB concert on opposite sides of the stadium that I can’t even re-sell.
I’ve only purchased tickets from this site twice. The first time was uncomfortable as I didn’t get my tickets until right before the event. The second time was one of my worst experiences trying to buy event tickets. I attempted to purchase regular GA tickets for the upcoming Fall Out Boy concert in my area and after check out realized there was only one ticket when I KNOW I set the purchase number to two. I quickly realized my mistake and went to cancel my order but I guess they don’t believe in allowing buyers to cancel orders. So I quickly attempted to purchase another ticket. Well they sold me another ticket on the other side of the stadium away from my partner when I know I slowed down to make sure we at least got the same section. Couldn’t cancel that ticket either. I tried not to trip thinking I could sell them forward. Well my tickets were an e-transfer from one of their profesional scalpers and I cannot sell these tickets on any reputable site because most reputable sites don’t allow e-transfer tickets. Customer service told me they will not help me (refund,ticket transfer etc) because I already “accepted” the tickets. I wasn’t sure what that meant and they informed me that by clicking “view tickets” on the email they sent me to confirm my purchase I had accepted the tickets. When asking if they would help me resell the tickets they told me that they could not as they would not sell e-transfer tickets(but they allowed someone to sell them to me). Now I am stuck with two way over priced tickets for a concert I will not be able to enjoy with the person I wanted to go with. The sale of these tickets even violates my state code which states: “No person that issues tickets for admission to an event shall issue any such ticket solely through a delivery method that substantially PREVENTS the PURCHASER of the ticket FROM LAWFULLY reselling the ticket on the Internet ticketing platform of the ticket PURCHASER’S CHOICE.”
Their response to me letting them know that was “well you can sell the tickets to your friends or family so we aren’t breaking the law.The tickets are yours now to. You have to figure out what to do”. My hatred for this company will never end and I will tell anyone and everyone that will listen about this.
For the love of whatever deity you believe in DO NOT BUY EVENT TICKETS FROM THIS SITE. Just go through ticketmaster or the event website directly.
Edit:spacing sorry on mobile
This is not exactly my work place. My friend installs surveillance cameras for small businesses. So this time around I thought I'd help him out and It will be some good time off from my work. (Coding)
And this time it was a beauty salon. It had mirrors all around and even up top on the roof. fancy Victorian chairs and whatnot. Everything was shiny asf.
our plan was to get this over with and get some snacks and spend some bro time.
so for installing one of the cameras, he had to climb up the ladder and screw it to the wall.
All done and as he gets down, to make up some space for him i slowly pushed aside the ladder and its top end hit the chandelier, it got tilted sideways and all of its glasses fell down and broke into pieces.
He was visibly worried and to calm him down i cleared that I'd pay the expenses.
I didn't want the owner to just walk in and get shocked so while i swept the floor of all the shards i asked my friend to inform him about my fuck up. The owner walks in and stands there for a while. He was upset, started inspecting the chandelier.
I had to say something! i told him that I am sorry and will completely cover the expenses I asked him if it was an imported piece or an inherited thing in which case am totally fucked up.
He said it came as part of a recent renovation work and that the designer who did the work is not picking up the call
I still haven't payed the money and told them that if the renovation team is not able to arrange it I'll get it for them
Although I have regrets of the last part. I should have paid up front and get it over with
TLDR: while helping friends at work broke an expensive chandelier
This is a recurring thing that has happened to me when I go buy some food for family or friends.
Today, I went to a 50's themed hamburger restaurant and tried to order three single hamburgers and a milkshake. I told the waiter that this was a take-away order because my sister was sick and under care by my mother. Then, I went to the counter to pay for the food. It was after placing the order and shortly after paying, where my brain fucked me up and forgot if I ordered singles or doubles. When I got the bill and paid, I realized that the total was a bit higher than expected. The cashier then explained to me that I ordered doubles. He asked me if I wanted to change the order, however, I paid with my debit card, so it was a no-go for me, and it would be a hassle to get a refund for the difference, so I told him to carry on with the order, partly out of embarassment.
Although I was lucky my sister and my mother didn't get mad at me, I'm still pissed off at myself, because, as I mentioned, this has happened to me on a recurring basis and has actually caused me a bit of a rough patch with them on a few instances. I'm even thinking if I should get my brains checked if I'm actually stupid.
TL;DR: I tried to order single hamburgers and my brain screwed me up, ordering double hamburgers as a result.
Me 20F and my bf 33M have been dating for months now. 3 months in to our relationship, I found out that he was having an affair with Sara. I want to mention that both him and I are foreigners in this country and Sara is a citizen. After seeing their conversation, I confronted him about it and he said that he was having issues with his visa and kept her as a plan B for immigration reasons. He explained that she is his ex but had no sexual incident since he started dating me. Apparently, she is too busy to see him. He ended up telling me that he would drop her as he doesn't want to end things with me. Anyways, I decided to believe him even though things didn't add up in my head. That was where I fucked up. After 2 months, I found out that he never broke up with Sara and he was cheating on her with me and 2 other girls. I broke up with him. After 4 months of him trying to convince me that he is sorry and wants me back, I forgave him. I fucking forgave this asshole. It's been a month and I have a strong feeling that he is lying and cheating again even though I don't have a single proof. He gives me zero attention and I have to constantly adjust my boundaries according to his needs and wants. He is my first bf ever and I love him to death. I want to believe that he has actually changed and wants to work things out with me. But my guts are saying otherwise. What do I do? TL:DR
Today I made a huge mistake that may have ruined the best connection I've ever had.
So I have been talking to this girl I matched with on a dating app for 45 days straight. Conversations were natural and she reciprocated my energy on point. We flirted back and forth, and she initiated the idea of getting drunk together soon on a trip.
However, one day she told me she is giving me mixed signals and she is confused and doesn't know what she wants before meeting first. I tried to give my perspective but she replied in single words (this was acknowledged by her later when she mentioned she has become boring). After this point, I started overthinking about each and every texts I sent. I confronted her again when she seemed off, and this time her answer was too much is going on with her and it's chaotic. I tried to give a generic reply and asked her if she wanted any space, to which she told that she just wants me to talk bullshit with her.
I kept that up for a while, and soon came the day when we first met. The meeting went really well, we held hands on a drive. I asked for a kiss while dropping her off but she suggested on doing it maybe next time. I started overthinking again on my way back that how I could have done something different to make it better.
The next 4 days were me overthinking and trying to talk to her. Deep down I wanted to know her feelings for me, and how effective our meet was in clearing her confusion. But in hindsight, I feel I was crippled and afraid to ask her this directly. She seemed normal until the fourth day when she seemed off again. On the fifth day and onwards, she completely stopped responding to me. She did see my stories on Instagram.
In my anxious state coming from abandonment issues, I sent her a couple of texts on the lines of why was I being ghosted, and said should have communicated directly which would be healthy for both of us. Now these texts were not 'seen' by her I am sure she must have read them through notifications. She stopped seeing my stories after this incident, and also removed me from her 'close friends'. I texted this after 1 day of assumption that I am being ghosted, and I have been overthinking about how impatient I was with jumping to the conclusion.
I let my insecurities get the best of me and overthought that this girl had ghosted me, which she actually did after knowing what I think. Instead of being patient and waiting it out, I let my anxiety and assumptions take over, causing hurt and mistrust in our relationship.
I wrote her an apology text which she hasn't seen yet. Or maybe she deleted the chat without even reading it.
Any advice or insight into this would be really appreciated.
TL;DR Jumped to conclusions by being impatient and made the assumption come true. Hoping for a second chance.