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Dmas94 | The time I ran from the cops and left my best friend behind.
So when I was still in high school their was a park directly behind the school and during football games if people wanted to smoke or drink they hung out there. I was there with my best friend two other friends and these older kids waiting to meet someone. It's pitch dark but all the Sudden we see these huge searchlights combing the park and two cop cars driving across the grass straight for us.
Driving a two door mustang I folded the seat back and my two friends jumped in the back I started the car and floored it to get out not realising my best friend only had one foot in the car because she had to fold the seat back up to sit up front... I didn't know what to do because I didn't wanna get arrested so I popped the trunk and made her jump in and I sped off. The cops didn't catch up to us and we went straight to Taco Bell to let my friend out of the trunk. We later found out the kids we didn't know didn't even try to run and all got arrested. I felt pretty bad ass but to this day my friend won't let me drive her places because she's afraid I'll leave her behind.
TL;DR ran from the cops in such a hurry my friend didn't have time to get in the car so she had to jump in the trunk and we rode to Taco Bell. | The time I ran from the cops and left my best friend behind.
So when I was still in high school their was a park directly behind the school and during football games if people wanted to smoke or drink they hung out there. I was there with my best friend two other friends and these older kids waiting to meet someone. It's pitch dark but all the Sudden we see these huge searchlights combing the park and two cop cars driving across the grass straight for us.
Driving a two door mustang I folded the seat back and my two friends jumped in the back I started the car and floored it to get out not realising my best friend only had one foot in the car because she had to fold the seat back up to sit up front... I didn't know what to do because I didn't wanna get arrested so I popped the trunk and made her jump in and I sped off. The cops didn't catch up to us and we went straight to Taco Bell to let my friend out of the trunk. We later found out the kids we didn't know didn't even try to run and all got arrested. I felt pretty bad ass but to this day my friend won't let me drive her places because she's afraid I'll leave her behind.
TL;DR ran from the cops in such a hurry my friend didn't have time to get in the car so she had to jump in the trunk and we rode to Taco Bell.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc98jol | The time I ran from the cops and left my best friend behind.
So when I was still in high school their was a park directly behind the school and during football games if people wanted to smoke or drink they hung out there. I was there with my best friend two other friends and these older kids waiting to meet someone. It's pitch dark but all the Sudden we see these huge searchlights combing the park and two cop cars driving across the grass straight for us.
Driving a two door mustang I folded the seat back and my two friends jumped in the back I started the car and floored it to get out not realising my best friend only had one foot in the car because she had to fold the seat back up to sit up front... I didn't know what to do because I didn't wanna get arrested so I popped the trunk and made her jump in and I sped off. The cops didn't catch up to us and we went straight to Taco Bell to let my friend out of the trunk. We later found out the kids we didn't know didn't even try to run and all got arrested. I felt pretty bad ass but to this day my friend won't let me drive her places because she's afraid I'll leave her behind. | ran from the cops in such a hurry my friend didn't have time to get in the car so she had to jump in the trunk and we rode to Taco Bell. |
Wibbles20 | I was getting changed and for some reason my brother walks in as i take off my shirt. He looks at my chest and was like "wow cool, your chest hair looks like the batman symbol". I run to the mirror and what do you know, there's a patch of hair around my upper chest/boob area that's darker than every where else that's in the shape of the batman symbol.
TL:DR: i'm batman | I was getting changed and for some reason my brother walks in as i take off my shirt. He looks at my chest and was like "wow cool, your chest hair looks like the batman symbol". I run to the mirror and what do you know, there's a patch of hair around my upper chest/boob area that's darker than every where else that's in the shape of the batman symbol.
TL:DR: i'm batman
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc98mm9 | I was getting changed and for some reason my brother walks in as i take off my shirt. He looks at my chest and was like "wow cool, your chest hair looks like the batman symbol". I run to the mirror and what do you know, there's a patch of hair around my upper chest/boob area that's darker than every where else that's in the shape of the batman symbol. | i'm batman |
Fermter | My grandpa had relatives who lived on a farm when he was little, and at slaughter time every year the whole family would get together to get everything done. All the men would do the slaughtering and butchering, all the women would do the pickling and salting, and all the children would play with the spare parts (like blown up pig bladders or cut-off chicken feet with tendons you could pull to make them close).
They divided sleeping arrangements for the guests by age and gender. The adults slept in the house, the boys slept in the attic, and the girls slept in the patio. Now, this being an old-fashioned farmhouse, there wasn't indoor plumbing, which was a problem for the boys, since it was a much longer walk to the outhouse for them than for the adults or girls. Fortunately, they found a solution in the form of a hole in the attic wall perfect for peeing out of. Unfortunately, said hole was directly above the patio where the girls slept.
The morning after the boys discovered their pee-hole, the girls complained to the adults that they could hear the boys peeing on the roof of the patio, and it made it hard to sleep. The women were disgusted, but the men laughed it off, and, since the men made all the decisions, the matter was dropped. Well, that night, the adults were awoken by a huge commotion from the attic. As it turns out, the girls weren't going to let the issue slide. Some of them went up to where the hole was, and waited, severed chicken foot in hand. The use of the hole ceased.
TL;DR- Closing a chicken foot around an unsuspecting penis is a great deterrent. | My grandpa had relatives who lived on a farm when he was little, and at slaughter time every year the whole family would get together to get everything done. All the men would do the slaughtering and butchering, all the women would do the pickling and salting, and all the children would play with the spare parts (like blown up pig bladders or cut-off chicken feet with tendons you could pull to make them close).
They divided sleeping arrangements for the guests by age and gender. The adults slept in the house, the boys slept in the attic, and the girls slept in the patio. Now, this being an old-fashioned farmhouse, there wasn't indoor plumbing, which was a problem for the boys, since it was a much longer walk to the outhouse for them than for the adults or girls. Fortunately, they found a solution in the form of a hole in the attic wall perfect for peeing out of. Unfortunately, said hole was directly above the patio where the girls slept.
The morning after the boys discovered their pee-hole, the girls complained to the adults that they could hear the boys peeing on the roof of the patio, and it made it hard to sleep. The women were disgusted, but the men laughed it off, and, since the men made all the decisions, the matter was dropped. Well, that night, the adults were awoken by a huge commotion from the attic. As it turns out, the girls weren't going to let the issue slide. Some of them went up to where the hole was, and waited, severed chicken foot in hand. The use of the hole ceased.
TL;DR- Closing a chicken foot around an unsuspecting penis is a great deterrent.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc98s19 | My grandpa had relatives who lived on a farm when he was little, and at slaughter time every year the whole family would get together to get everything done. All the men would do the slaughtering and butchering, all the women would do the pickling and salting, and all the children would play with the spare parts (like blown up pig bladders or cut-off chicken feet with tendons you could pull to make them close).
They divided sleeping arrangements for the guests by age and gender. The adults slept in the house, the boys slept in the attic, and the girls slept in the patio. Now, this being an old-fashioned farmhouse, there wasn't indoor plumbing, which was a problem for the boys, since it was a much longer walk to the outhouse for them than for the adults or girls. Fortunately, they found a solution in the form of a hole in the attic wall perfect for peeing out of. Unfortunately, said hole was directly above the patio where the girls slept.
The morning after the boys discovered their pee-hole, the girls complained to the adults that they could hear the boys peeing on the roof of the patio, and it made it hard to sleep. The women were disgusted, but the men laughed it off, and, since the men made all the decisions, the matter was dropped. Well, that night, the adults were awoken by a huge commotion from the attic. As it turns out, the girls weren't going to let the issue slide. Some of them went up to where the hole was, and waited, severed chicken foot in hand. The use of the hole ceased. | Closing a chicken foot around an unsuspecting penis is a great deterrent. |
chrissgs | A few years back, I had gotten a few turtles from a surf shop during the family beach trip. When we got back home from the beach, we didn't really have a aquarium to put them in, so we went ahead and put the little fellas in a bowl. Now, mind you, the bowl was super big and wide, so we thought for sure the turtles would be okay. The next morning, we find that one of the turtles had gone missing. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months and we had given up hope that this turtle was alive somewhere in the house. That is until one fateful day, when the turtle crawled out from under our oven unharmed. We promptly picked him up and out him with his turtle bros. His name was Felix, well, at least until we found out it was a female and her name changed to Felixa.
tl;dr: got turtle, turtle went missing for months, turtle crawls out from under oven, find out turtle is a girl
| A few years back, I had gotten a few turtles from a surf shop during the family beach trip. When we got back home from the beach, we didn't really have a aquarium to put them in, so we went ahead and put the little fellas in a bowl. Now, mind you, the bowl was super big and wide, so we thought for sure the turtles would be okay. The next morning, we find that one of the turtles had gone missing. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months and we had given up hope that this turtle was alive somewhere in the house. That is until one fateful day, when the turtle crawled out from under our oven unharmed. We promptly picked him up and out him with his turtle bros. His name was Felix, well, at least until we found out it was a female and her name changed to Felixa.
tl;dr: got turtle, turtle went missing for months, turtle crawls out from under oven, find out turtle is a girl
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc98t5s | A few years back, I had gotten a few turtles from a surf shop during the family beach trip. When we got back home from the beach, we didn't really have a aquarium to put them in, so we went ahead and put the little fellas in a bowl. Now, mind you, the bowl was super big and wide, so we thought for sure the turtles would be okay. The next morning, we find that one of the turtles had gone missing. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months and we had given up hope that this turtle was alive somewhere in the house. That is until one fateful day, when the turtle crawled out from under our oven unharmed. We promptly picked him up and out him with his turtle bros. His name was Felix, well, at least until we found out it was a female and her name changed to Felixa. | got turtle, turtle went missing for months, turtle crawls out from under oven, find out turtle is a girl |
recipe_pirate | I went to the summer camp from hell twice. It was the summer I was going into seventh grade, and my mom signed my sister and I up for a summer eco camp. The first day, we got ushered to some nature preserve to go butterfly watching for 3 hours (absolute snoregasm), then after we went to another nature type museum. We had lunch outside of it, and near the tables was a dock that led out to a river. Well, apparently there was this big ass alligator that liked to hang out near that dock. Some smart ass kid thought it would be real cute to throw a Cheeto or Goldfish (I can't remember what it was, I just know it was orange) into the water to taunt the alligator. The alligator came up causing the dock to rock back and forth, resulting in a bunch of kids shitting themselves while running back to the tables. Upon this, the lady at the museum came running out yelling at us about how they're now going to have to put the alligator down because it now associates humans with food, and booted us out of there. We had to write apology notes when we got back to the Parks and Recreation office. A couple days later, we went to this farm/zoo/park. For one, it was creepy because it had a compost toilet that had roaches crawling around to recycle your shit. For two, there was a man with a peacock farm next to it. Some of the kids in the camp thought it would be fun to go looking for the farm while there was some downtime. When they did this, someone stepped on a hornets (I think? It's the one that lives underground) nest, which pissed them the fuck off. Now, imagine a big group of kids aged 7-14, and imagine them running while being chased by a swarm of hornets. They were everywhere. There was a kid screaming that he got stung on the ass and that he "won't be able to poop anymore." There was a kid that stripped down to his underwear in a panic. There were two kids who had to be taken to the hospital via ambulance because they were going through anaphylactic shock. That was the icing on the cake.
I also went to a summer camp the following year through the Parks and Recreation, somehow thinking it would be better. Oh, no. No, no. We went snorkeling in Crystal River with some manatee tour group. The tour took us through to the Three Sister Springs. While we were there, some hillbilly that lived on the spring called the police on us for allegedly trespassing. When the sheriff got there, they told us that they could "arrest every single one of us," which is scary when you're a 13 year old goody two shoes, who hasn't even been sent to the principal before. We were then, of course, kicked out of the spring and had to go back to the boat. I never went to a camp through that department again after those two years.
**TL;DR** The summer camps I went to during middle school had the camp nearly eaten by alligators, attacked by a swarm of bees, and arrested. Those were the summers where I learned to trust no one.
Edit: Repetition. | I went to the summer camp from hell twice. It was the summer I was going into seventh grade, and my mom signed my sister and I up for a summer eco camp. The first day, we got ushered to some nature preserve to go butterfly watching for 3 hours (absolute snoregasm), then after we went to another nature type museum. We had lunch outside of it, and near the tables was a dock that led out to a river. Well, apparently there was this big ass alligator that liked to hang out near that dock. Some smart ass kid thought it would be real cute to throw a Cheeto or Goldfish (I can't remember what it was, I just know it was orange) into the water to taunt the alligator. The alligator came up causing the dock to rock back and forth, resulting in a bunch of kids shitting themselves while running back to the tables. Upon this, the lady at the museum came running out yelling at us about how they're now going to have to put the alligator down because it now associates humans with food, and booted us out of there. We had to write apology notes when we got back to the Parks and Recreation office. A couple days later, we went to this farm/zoo/park. For one, it was creepy because it had a compost toilet that had roaches crawling around to recycle your shit. For two, there was a man with a peacock farm next to it. Some of the kids in the camp thought it would be fun to go looking for the farm while there was some downtime. When they did this, someone stepped on a hornets (I think? It's the one that lives underground) nest, which pissed them the fuck off. Now, imagine a big group of kids aged 7-14, and imagine them running while being chased by a swarm of hornets. They were everywhere. There was a kid screaming that he got stung on the ass and that he "won't be able to poop anymore." There was a kid that stripped down to his underwear in a panic. There were two kids who had to be taken to the hospital via ambulance because they were going through anaphylactic shock. That was the icing on the cake.
I also went to a summer camp the following year through the Parks and Recreation, somehow thinking it would be better. Oh, no. No, no. We went snorkeling in Crystal River with some manatee tour group. The tour took us through to the Three Sister Springs. While we were there, some hillbilly that lived on the spring called the police on us for allegedly trespassing. When the sheriff got there, they told us that they could "arrest every single one of us," which is scary when you're a 13 year old goody two shoes, who hasn't even been sent to the principal before. We were then, of course, kicked out of the spring and had to go back to the boat. I never went to a camp through that department again after those two years.
TL;DR The summer camps I went to during middle school had the camp nearly eaten by alligators, attacked by a swarm of bees, and arrested. Those were the summers where I learned to trust no one.
Edit: Repetition.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc98vci | I went to the summer camp from hell twice. It was the summer I was going into seventh grade, and my mom signed my sister and I up for a summer eco camp. The first day, we got ushered to some nature preserve to go butterfly watching for 3 hours (absolute snoregasm), then after we went to another nature type museum. We had lunch outside of it, and near the tables was a dock that led out to a river. Well, apparently there was this big ass alligator that liked to hang out near that dock. Some smart ass kid thought it would be real cute to throw a Cheeto or Goldfish (I can't remember what it was, I just know it was orange) into the water to taunt the alligator. The alligator came up causing the dock to rock back and forth, resulting in a bunch of kids shitting themselves while running back to the tables. Upon this, the lady at the museum came running out yelling at us about how they're now going to have to put the alligator down because it now associates humans with food, and booted us out of there. We had to write apology notes when we got back to the Parks and Recreation office. A couple days later, we went to this farm/zoo/park. For one, it was creepy because it had a compost toilet that had roaches crawling around to recycle your shit. For two, there was a man with a peacock farm next to it. Some of the kids in the camp thought it would be fun to go looking for the farm while there was some downtime. When they did this, someone stepped on a hornets (I think? It's the one that lives underground) nest, which pissed them the fuck off. Now, imagine a big group of kids aged 7-14, and imagine them running while being chased by a swarm of hornets. They were everywhere. There was a kid screaming that he got stung on the ass and that he "won't be able to poop anymore." There was a kid that stripped down to his underwear in a panic. There were two kids who had to be taken to the hospital via ambulance because they were going through anaphylactic shock. That was the icing on the cake.
I also went to a summer camp the following year through the Parks and Recreation, somehow thinking it would be better. Oh, no. No, no. We went snorkeling in Crystal River with some manatee tour group. The tour took us through to the Three Sister Springs. While we were there, some hillbilly that lived on the spring called the police on us for allegedly trespassing. When the sheriff got there, they told us that they could "arrest every single one of us," which is scary when you're a 13 year old goody two shoes, who hasn't even been sent to the principal before. We were then, of course, kicked out of the spring and had to go back to the boat. I never went to a camp through that department again after those two years. | The summer camps I went to during middle school had the camp nearly eaten by alligators, attacked by a swarm of bees, and arrested. Those were the summers where I learned to trust no one.
Edit: Repetition. |
Fratcketeering | This is the true, inspiring story about my first Baconator. It was my junior year of high school (about 4 years ago), so my memory is a bit fuzzy.
It was third period that day, which is my off period. I had intended to try this beast of a sandwich for a couple of days now. The nearest Wendy's to my school was about a 15 minute walk, and because the period was about 50 minutes long, they were a relatively valuable 15 minutes. I hustled to Wendy's, and figured I would have about 10 to 15 minutes to eat, use the bathroom, etc. The Wendy's opened at 10:00 AM and my next class started right around 10:00 AM as well, so after burning 30 minutes of walking, the effort of calculating the possibility if I could even go through with this, and sacrificing all other lunch options, I went to my next class with an unhappy, empty stomach.
Two days later, I try again. It's after school, so time is not a constraint. I have my mother's car, so it's low effort as well. I'm in the drive-thru, about to place my order, when I get a call from a friend. I'm on the phone while I order and I tell the employee that I don't want any mayonnaise on my Baconator. I had begun to talk to my friend again when I hear a question from the employee. Because most of my attention is directed to my phone, I instinctively agree with whatever she asks. I pull up to the window, pay for and pick up my order, and I'm off. I finish up my conversation with my friend, and I couldn't be more eager to unwrap my ~600 calorie sandwich. With a big stupid grin on my face, I bit into this meaty glory with my right hand while my left hand is controlling the steering wheel. My grin quickly fades. My first thought was "Why can I not taste the sweet, enchanting tang of this bacon?" I carefully lift the top bun to find the biggest fast-food related mistake of my life... I had apparently consented to forfeit my bacon-y rights at the ordering window. My next thought was "God dammit, that's what she was asking me when I was on the phone with my friend." Needless to say, I'm feeling pretty dumb. I finish my partially constructed sandwich while occasionally washing down my bacon-less agony with an ice-cold Dr. Pepper.
I get home and tell my mom my all of the developments of my horrifying fast-food tale. She pays me half of her attention while the other half is focused on her computer screen, because, well let's be honest, this story doesn't require your full attention. I go about my business, as does she, while my lips yearn for the warm grease that only bacon can offer. I swallow the harsh reality that I am doomed to a life of never having the taste of American-on-a-bun tango with my taste buds... Or so I thought...
After a long night of drinking with some of my buddies in my basement, we part ways and I retreat to my bed comprehending the ensuing morning hangover. Thankfully there was enough inebriated internal rhetoric coursing through my mind to get me out of my clothes and into my pajamas. I get to bed and promptly pass out.
The next morning, I was awoken. My mental functions are slow to start for obvious reasons, and the first this that strikes me is how bright it is in my room. Jesus, everything in my room seemed to have a glossy, pristine coating to it. Apparently, before passing out, I had opened my window and pulled my blinds up. I awoke to the sun greeting me to her new day accompanied with the fresh, crisp scent of Colorado's air. I see my mother standing above me with a bag and a cup in her hand. She hands me the two with a glowing smile on her face, says something, and turns on my TV per my request just before slipping out of my room. My hangover is not one tenth as strong as I had anticipated, so my 5 senses are functioning adequately. I take in the sight of the sun, the sound of the birds chirping in my backyard, and smell of the air as I unwrap the bag to find the unicorn-esque sandwich I had longed for. Everything in the world was right as rain, complete with no mayo. I sat in bed and ate the whole thing while watching the news. The medicinal qualities of the bacon had completely whipped out my hangover and set me on track for a fantastic Saturday morning. I'll be damned if it wasn't the best breakfast I had ever had.
TL;DR - After trying and failing twice to obtain this fantastic sandwich, my mom surprised me with it for breakfast.
I'm kind of new to Reddit and haven't really posted anything of length yet, so thank you to those who took the time to read this. | This is the true, inspiring story about my first Baconator. It was my junior year of high school (about 4 years ago), so my memory is a bit fuzzy.
It was third period that day, which is my off period. I had intended to try this beast of a sandwich for a couple of days now. The nearest Wendy's to my school was about a 15 minute walk, and because the period was about 50 minutes long, they were a relatively valuable 15 minutes. I hustled to Wendy's, and figured I would have about 10 to 15 minutes to eat, use the bathroom, etc. The Wendy's opened at 10:00 AM and my next class started right around 10:00 AM as well, so after burning 30 minutes of walking, the effort of calculating the possibility if I could even go through with this, and sacrificing all other lunch options, I went to my next class with an unhappy, empty stomach.
Two days later, I try again. It's after school, so time is not a constraint. I have my mother's car, so it's low effort as well. I'm in the drive-thru, about to place my order, when I get a call from a friend. I'm on the phone while I order and I tell the employee that I don't want any mayonnaise on my Baconator. I had begun to talk to my friend again when I hear a question from the employee. Because most of my attention is directed to my phone, I instinctively agree with whatever she asks. I pull up to the window, pay for and pick up my order, and I'm off. I finish up my conversation with my friend, and I couldn't be more eager to unwrap my ~600 calorie sandwich. With a big stupid grin on my face, I bit into this meaty glory with my right hand while my left hand is controlling the steering wheel. My grin quickly fades. My first thought was "Why can I not taste the sweet, enchanting tang of this bacon?" I carefully lift the top bun to find the biggest fast-food related mistake of my life... I had apparently consented to forfeit my bacon-y rights at the ordering window. My next thought was "God dammit, that's what she was asking me when I was on the phone with my friend." Needless to say, I'm feeling pretty dumb. I finish my partially constructed sandwich while occasionally washing down my bacon-less agony with an ice-cold Dr. Pepper.
I get home and tell my mom my all of the developments of my horrifying fast-food tale. She pays me half of her attention while the other half is focused on her computer screen, because, well let's be honest, this story doesn't require your full attention. I go about my business, as does she, while my lips yearn for the warm grease that only bacon can offer. I swallow the harsh reality that I am doomed to a life of never having the taste of American-on-a-bun tango with my taste buds... Or so I thought...
After a long night of drinking with some of my buddies in my basement, we part ways and I retreat to my bed comprehending the ensuing morning hangover. Thankfully there was enough inebriated internal rhetoric coursing through my mind to get me out of my clothes and into my pajamas. I get to bed and promptly pass out.
The next morning, I was awoken. My mental functions are slow to start for obvious reasons, and the first this that strikes me is how bright it is in my room. Jesus, everything in my room seemed to have a glossy, pristine coating to it. Apparently, before passing out, I had opened my window and pulled my blinds up. I awoke to the sun greeting me to her new day accompanied with the fresh, crisp scent of Colorado's air. I see my mother standing above me with a bag and a cup in her hand. She hands me the two with a glowing smile on her face, says something, and turns on my TV per my request just before slipping out of my room. My hangover is not one tenth as strong as I had anticipated, so my 5 senses are functioning adequately. I take in the sight of the sun, the sound of the birds chirping in my backyard, and smell of the air as I unwrap the bag to find the unicorn-esque sandwich I had longed for. Everything in the world was right as rain, complete with no mayo. I sat in bed and ate the whole thing while watching the news. The medicinal qualities of the bacon had completely whipped out my hangover and set me on track for a fantastic Saturday morning. I'll be damned if it wasn't the best breakfast I had ever had.
TL;DR - After trying and failing twice to obtain this fantastic sandwich, my mom surprised me with it for breakfast.
I'm kind of new to Reddit and haven't really posted anything of length yet, so thank you to those who took the time to read this.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc98zpt | This is the true, inspiring story about my first Baconator. It was my junior year of high school (about 4 years ago), so my memory is a bit fuzzy.
It was third period that day, which is my off period. I had intended to try this beast of a sandwich for a couple of days now. The nearest Wendy's to my school was about a 15 minute walk, and because the period was about 50 minutes long, they were a relatively valuable 15 minutes. I hustled to Wendy's, and figured I would have about 10 to 15 minutes to eat, use the bathroom, etc. The Wendy's opened at 10:00 AM and my next class started right around 10:00 AM as well, so after burning 30 minutes of walking, the effort of calculating the possibility if I could even go through with this, and sacrificing all other lunch options, I went to my next class with an unhappy, empty stomach.
Two days later, I try again. It's after school, so time is not a constraint. I have my mother's car, so it's low effort as well. I'm in the drive-thru, about to place my order, when I get a call from a friend. I'm on the phone while I order and I tell the employee that I don't want any mayonnaise on my Baconator. I had begun to talk to my friend again when I hear a question from the employee. Because most of my attention is directed to my phone, I instinctively agree with whatever she asks. I pull up to the window, pay for and pick up my order, and I'm off. I finish up my conversation with my friend, and I couldn't be more eager to unwrap my ~600 calorie sandwich. With a big stupid grin on my face, I bit into this meaty glory with my right hand while my left hand is controlling the steering wheel. My grin quickly fades. My first thought was "Why can I not taste the sweet, enchanting tang of this bacon?" I carefully lift the top bun to find the biggest fast-food related mistake of my life... I had apparently consented to forfeit my bacon-y rights at the ordering window. My next thought was "God dammit, that's what she was asking me when I was on the phone with my friend." Needless to say, I'm feeling pretty dumb. I finish my partially constructed sandwich while occasionally washing down my bacon-less agony with an ice-cold Dr. Pepper.
I get home and tell my mom my all of the developments of my horrifying fast-food tale. She pays me half of her attention while the other half is focused on her computer screen, because, well let's be honest, this story doesn't require your full attention. I go about my business, as does she, while my lips yearn for the warm grease that only bacon can offer. I swallow the harsh reality that I am doomed to a life of never having the taste of American-on-a-bun tango with my taste buds... Or so I thought...
After a long night of drinking with some of my buddies in my basement, we part ways and I retreat to my bed comprehending the ensuing morning hangover. Thankfully there was enough inebriated internal rhetoric coursing through my mind to get me out of my clothes and into my pajamas. I get to bed and promptly pass out.
The next morning, I was awoken. My mental functions are slow to start for obvious reasons, and the first this that strikes me is how bright it is in my room. Jesus, everything in my room seemed to have a glossy, pristine coating to it. Apparently, before passing out, I had opened my window and pulled my blinds up. I awoke to the sun greeting me to her new day accompanied with the fresh, crisp scent of Colorado's air. I see my mother standing above me with a bag and a cup in her hand. She hands me the two with a glowing smile on her face, says something, and turns on my TV per my request just before slipping out of my room. My hangover is not one tenth as strong as I had anticipated, so my 5 senses are functioning adequately. I take in the sight of the sun, the sound of the birds chirping in my backyard, and smell of the air as I unwrap the bag to find the unicorn-esque sandwich I had longed for. Everything in the world was right as rain, complete with no mayo. I sat in bed and ate the whole thing while watching the news. The medicinal qualities of the bacon had completely whipped out my hangover and set me on track for a fantastic Saturday morning. I'll be damned if it wasn't the best breakfast I had ever had. | After trying and failing twice to obtain this fantastic sandwich, my mom surprised me with it for breakfast.
I'm kind of new to Reddit and haven't really posted anything of length yet, so thank you to those who took the time to read this. |
Fierce_Fox | During my last bout of college I was heavily involved in the anime club on campus. I grew up with that stuff and it was great to finally know some people that wouldn't mock me for my interest. I showed up to the first meeting and took a seat in the back. There where 10 other people in there with me and pretty much all of them where the stereotypical anima kids that probably come to mind. Awkward, socially inept, most where out of shape, and very eccentric. One girl worshipped Michael Jackson it seemed too. She wore a single white glove to every meeting in tribute to him.
Anyway so I'm sitting in the back when this mousy looking quiet girl walks up to me and taps me on the shoulder. The first thing she said to me was "the rugby club doesn't meet in here today, sorry." I laughed and just said "I know, its tomorrow night. I'm here for this." I can understand why she thought I was in the wrong place though. I'm a large, well muscled guy, covered in tattoos, with a very stern look on my face (that's just how it looks when relaxed), and eating a steak wrap. She just said okay and sat back down. We went around and did the introductions and asked questions of eachother. My art drew a lot of attention so I filled them in my background; exArmy, Afghanistan, Harleys, hunting, pretty much everything none of them associated with being an anime fan. It was a lot of fun and everyone was totally cool omce we warked up to eachother.
The next week rolls around and its time to have the year's elections for President, VP, etc. I was knew and most of these guys had known eachother for a while so I abstained from running for anything nor did I vote because I didn't know anyone well enough. Ballots are cast and names are written on the white board. I stepped out to grab a coffee and when I came back I found, to my surprise, that I had been elected as Vice President and spokes person.
The logic behind this apparently was that because I didn't look like the typical anime club attending fan guy people wouldn't assume we're *all* weird outcasts, especially if one is in second in command. Pluss I kick ass at organization and getting shit done which helped when Iit came time to put on our own game/hobby/comic/anime convention.
Tl; Dr
Elected as vice president for the anime club in college after two meetings. I didn't run for it, didn't put my name on the ballot, or even indicate I had any interest in it. The reason, I'm apparently the opposite of the kind of person folks expect to be into anime. | During my last bout of college I was heavily involved in the anime club on campus. I grew up with that stuff and it was great to finally know some people that wouldn't mock me for my interest. I showed up to the first meeting and took a seat in the back. There where 10 other people in there with me and pretty much all of them where the stereotypical anima kids that probably come to mind. Awkward, socially inept, most where out of shape, and very eccentric. One girl worshipped Michael Jackson it seemed too. She wore a single white glove to every meeting in tribute to him.
Anyway so I'm sitting in the back when this mousy looking quiet girl walks up to me and taps me on the shoulder. The first thing she said to me was "the rugby club doesn't meet in here today, sorry." I laughed and just said "I know, its tomorrow night. I'm here for this." I can understand why she thought I was in the wrong place though. I'm a large, well muscled guy, covered in tattoos, with a very stern look on my face (that's just how it looks when relaxed), and eating a steak wrap. She just said okay and sat back down. We went around and did the introductions and asked questions of eachother. My art drew a lot of attention so I filled them in my background; exArmy, Afghanistan, Harleys, hunting, pretty much everything none of them associated with being an anime fan. It was a lot of fun and everyone was totally cool omce we warked up to eachother.
The next week rolls around and its time to have the year's elections for President, VP, etc. I was knew and most of these guys had known eachother for a while so I abstained from running for anything nor did I vote because I didn't know anyone well enough. Ballots are cast and names are written on the white board. I stepped out to grab a coffee and when I came back I found, to my surprise, that I had been elected as Vice President and spokes person.
The logic behind this apparently was that because I didn't look like the typical anime club attending fan guy people wouldn't assume we're all weird outcasts, especially if one is in second in command. Pluss I kick ass at organization and getting shit done which helped when Iit came time to put on our own game/hobby/comic/anime convention.
Tl; Dr
Elected as vice president for the anime club in college after two meetings. I didn't run for it, didn't put my name on the ballot, or even indicate I had any interest in it. The reason, I'm apparently the opposite of the kind of person folks expect to be into anime.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc991xe | During my last bout of college I was heavily involved in the anime club on campus. I grew up with that stuff and it was great to finally know some people that wouldn't mock me for my interest. I showed up to the first meeting and took a seat in the back. There where 10 other people in there with me and pretty much all of them where the stereotypical anima kids that probably come to mind. Awkward, socially inept, most where out of shape, and very eccentric. One girl worshipped Michael Jackson it seemed too. She wore a single white glove to every meeting in tribute to him.
Anyway so I'm sitting in the back when this mousy looking quiet girl walks up to me and taps me on the shoulder. The first thing she said to me was "the rugby club doesn't meet in here today, sorry." I laughed and just said "I know, its tomorrow night. I'm here for this." I can understand why she thought I was in the wrong place though. I'm a large, well muscled guy, covered in tattoos, with a very stern look on my face (that's just how it looks when relaxed), and eating a steak wrap. She just said okay and sat back down. We went around and did the introductions and asked questions of eachother. My art drew a lot of attention so I filled them in my background; exArmy, Afghanistan, Harleys, hunting, pretty much everything none of them associated with being an anime fan. It was a lot of fun and everyone was totally cool omce we warked up to eachother.
The next week rolls around and its time to have the year's elections for President, VP, etc. I was knew and most of these guys had known eachother for a while so I abstained from running for anything nor did I vote because I didn't know anyone well enough. Ballots are cast and names are written on the white board. I stepped out to grab a coffee and when I came back I found, to my surprise, that I had been elected as Vice President and spokes person.
The logic behind this apparently was that because I didn't look like the typical anime club attending fan guy people wouldn't assume we're all weird outcasts, especially if one is in second in command. Pluss I kick ass at organization and getting shit done which helped when Iit came time to put on our own game/hobby/comic/anime convention. | Elected as vice president for the anime club in college after two meetings. I didn't run for it, didn't put my name on the ballot, or even indicate I had any interest in it. The reason, I'm apparently the opposite of the kind of person folks expect to be into anime. |
Xuvin | I went to the same district all 12 years of school formed great relationships an a great community highschool was 4 years with 2400+ students and it was amazing some how none of these ever happened bullies where always ostrized if you started something you payed by being ignored or left out. Freshmen started coming in my senior year and started things like this bullying each other to feel superior and they would get threatened by just about anyone who heard... Was amazing quiet kids where safe because no one would tolerate it.
Some of the happiest memories are members of our rugbe team walking up to a wanna be bully in the act (Threw someones lunch on the ground or something) and taking them into the bathroom... that kid left with a bloody nose and a learnt lesson.
Tl,Dr: Rant... school had a surprising amount of empathy all 4 years of highschool (Yes thats how long it is) went more or less very well for all involved. | I went to the same district all 12 years of school formed great relationships an a great community highschool was 4 years with 2400+ students and it was amazing some how none of these ever happened bullies where always ostrized if you started something you payed by being ignored or left out. Freshmen started coming in my senior year and started things like this bullying each other to feel superior and they would get threatened by just about anyone who heard... Was amazing quiet kids where safe because no one would tolerate it.
Some of the happiest memories are members of our rugbe team walking up to a wanna be bully in the act (Threw someones lunch on the ground or something) and taking them into the bathroom... that kid left with a bloody nose and a learnt lesson.
Tl,Dr: Rant... school had a surprising amount of empathy all 4 years of highschool (Yes thats how long it is) went more or less very well for all involved.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc993oh | I went to the same district all 12 years of school formed great relationships an a great community highschool was 4 years with 2400+ students and it was amazing some how none of these ever happened bullies where always ostrized if you started something you payed by being ignored or left out. Freshmen started coming in my senior year and started things like this bullying each other to feel superior and they would get threatened by just about anyone who heard... Was amazing quiet kids where safe because no one would tolerate it.
Some of the happiest memories are members of our rugbe team walking up to a wanna be bully in the act (Threw someones lunch on the ground or something) and taking them into the bathroom... that kid left with a bloody nose and a learnt lesson. | Rant... school had a surprising amount of empathy all 4 years of highschool (Yes thats how long it is) went more or less very well for all involved. |
Peekochu | My Oprah stories. Fucking. Finally.
Aight. Basically my dad is pretty big in the Education world. He was one of a few people assisting in the organization of an Ed conference. They invited Oprah. Long story short, she comes, does her thing, and goes to the hotel. My dad and some other organizers to to her suite to thank her again and she's left... Leaving the door open. They walk in, look in the toilet and see an Oprah shit.
Story 2 is one of my dads friends. He owns an art gallery in NY city. Oprah calls to setup an art appointment. She shows up, looks around on the first floor, and in unimpressed. Dads friend offers to share the upstairs collection with Oprah. Oprah replys "Oprah dunint do stairs".
TL;DR Oprah doesn't flush or use stairs.
And I don't know the years in which these occurred, however it was definitely before 1995. | My Oprah stories. Fucking. Finally.
Aight. Basically my dad is pretty big in the Education world. He was one of a few people assisting in the organization of an Ed conference. They invited Oprah. Long story short, she comes, does her thing, and goes to the hotel. My dad and some other organizers to to her suite to thank her again and she's left... Leaving the door open. They walk in, look in the toilet and see an Oprah shit.
Story 2 is one of my dads friends. He owns an art gallery in NY city. Oprah calls to setup an art appointment. She shows up, looks around on the first floor, and in unimpressed. Dads friend offers to share the upstairs collection with Oprah. Oprah replys "Oprah dunint do stairs".
TL;DR Oprah doesn't flush or use stairs.
And I don't know the years in which these occurred, however it was definitely before 1995.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc99493 | My Oprah stories. Fucking. Finally.
Aight. Basically my dad is pretty big in the Education world. He was one of a few people assisting in the organization of an Ed conference. They invited Oprah. Long story short, she comes, does her thing, and goes to the hotel. My dad and some other organizers to to her suite to thank her again and she's left... Leaving the door open. They walk in, look in the toilet and see an Oprah shit.
Story 2 is one of my dads friends. He owns an art gallery in NY city. Oprah calls to setup an art appointment. She shows up, looks around on the first floor, and in unimpressed. Dads friend offers to share the upstairs collection with Oprah. Oprah replys "Oprah dunint do stairs". | Oprah doesn't flush or use stairs.
And I don't know the years in which these occurred, however it was definitely before 1995. |
lifeisaunicorn | I got a pelvic exam when I had the shits. Little young pregnant lady doctor comes in and says "can you loosen up a little" to which I barely manage to reply "uhhh... No" after she takes her fingers out I go to the bathroom, I make my mom come with me, cause the first time I thought I ventured into the bathroom I thought I was going to die, I saw the light and whether it was God, or the devil himself coming for me, I needed to know I could live this time. So this time I slam my pants to the ground and l sit down with the speed of a formula one car and BOOM, all shit exits in a 4 second sploosh. That toilet probably still carries a stain of that horrible day. My mom meanwhile is dying of smell and laughter. While some lady is knocking on the door, persistent about the need to get in. Poor bitch went in after...to a world of toxic gasses, and she had a small child with her, RIP. the moral of this story is.... Don't get a pelvic exam while poop is pent up in you.
TL;DR: Near jet force powered stream of shit could have ended up on lady examining my lady cave. | I got a pelvic exam when I had the shits. Little young pregnant lady doctor comes in and says "can you loosen up a little" to which I barely manage to reply "uhhh... No" after she takes her fingers out I go to the bathroom, I make my mom come with me, cause the first time I thought I ventured into the bathroom I thought I was going to die, I saw the light and whether it was God, or the devil himself coming for me, I needed to know I could live this time. So this time I slam my pants to the ground and l sit down with the speed of a formula one car and BOOM, all shit exits in a 4 second sploosh. That toilet probably still carries a stain of that horrible day. My mom meanwhile is dying of smell and laughter. While some lady is knocking on the door, persistent about the need to get in. Poor bitch went in after...to a world of toxic gasses, and she had a small child with her, RIP. the moral of this story is.... Don't get a pelvic exam while poop is pent up in you.
TL;DR: Near jet force powered stream of shit could have ended up on lady examining my lady cave.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc99680 | I got a pelvic exam when I had the shits. Little young pregnant lady doctor comes in and says "can you loosen up a little" to which I barely manage to reply "uhhh... No" after she takes her fingers out I go to the bathroom, I make my mom come with me, cause the first time I thought I ventured into the bathroom I thought I was going to die, I saw the light and whether it was God, or the devil himself coming for me, I needed to know I could live this time. So this time I slam my pants to the ground and l sit down with the speed of a formula one car and BOOM, all shit exits in a 4 second sploosh. That toilet probably still carries a stain of that horrible day. My mom meanwhile is dying of smell and laughter. While some lady is knocking on the door, persistent about the need to get in. Poor bitch went in after...to a world of toxic gasses, and she had a small child with her, RIP. the moral of this story is.... Don't get a pelvic exam while poop is pent up in you. | Near jet force powered stream of shit could have ended up on lady examining my lady cave. |
saliczar | I was staying in Florida for a couple of months, and the first night in town, I went to my favorite local bar. I had a couple of beers, and this gorgeous woman sits next to me. We start talking, and she says her friend is picking her up in a bit. We hit it off, and end up making out on the bar. A while later, her friend arrives (also beautiful), and we have a few more drinks. two guys sit next to the friend, and we hung out until the bar closed.
The guys were having a house party (as is usual in this town, since the bars close at 2:00 am). We follow them to their house, and start the party. Girl #1 wants to smoke a joint, and asks the homeowner where she should go. He says to do it on the back porch. She does, and the party moves out there. Girl #1 then does a line of coke in front of the homeowner, who doesn't care.
The party progresses, and it comes out that girl #1 has several DUI's. The cocaine already turned me off, and the DUIs didn't help.
The homeowner jokingly asks her to walk a line, which she fails miserably. I tried, and passed with flying colors. The homeowner's friend then tries the pen test on me, which I also passed. He was amazed, considering I had been drinking all night.
Towards the end of the night, Girl #2 walks out of the bedroom wearing a bullet-proof vest. I am confused as hell and ask her where she got it. Turns out the homeowner and his buddy are cops. He had parked his cruiser across the street, so we had no idea. He shows us his badge, and lets us take pictures in his car.
Walking back to the house, we all walked through some fire ants. My socks looked alive because there were so many of them. I took them off, and didn't notice any bites except the one on my hand.
The party wound down, and we all cabbed it home. Two weeks later, I'm on the beach and look at my legs, and they are covered in bites. I don't really register external pain, so I hadn't noticed until then.
I ended up with girl #2 the next night at a different party.
**TL;DR: Fire ants and bullet-proof vests make for an interesting evening.** | I was staying in Florida for a couple of months, and the first night in town, I went to my favorite local bar. I had a couple of beers, and this gorgeous woman sits next to me. We start talking, and she says her friend is picking her up in a bit. We hit it off, and end up making out on the bar. A while later, her friend arrives (also beautiful), and we have a few more drinks. two guys sit next to the friend, and we hung out until the bar closed.
The guys were having a house party (as is usual in this town, since the bars close at 2:00 am). We follow them to their house, and start the party. Girl #1 wants to smoke a joint, and asks the homeowner where she should go. He says to do it on the back porch. She does, and the party moves out there. Girl #1 then does a line of coke in front of the homeowner, who doesn't care.
The party progresses, and it comes out that girl #1 has several DUI's. The cocaine already turned me off, and the DUIs didn't help.
The homeowner jokingly asks her to walk a line, which she fails miserably. I tried, and passed with flying colors. The homeowner's friend then tries the pen test on me, which I also passed. He was amazed, considering I had been drinking all night.
Towards the end of the night, Girl #2 walks out of the bedroom wearing a bullet-proof vest. I am confused as hell and ask her where she got it. Turns out the homeowner and his buddy are cops. He had parked his cruiser across the street, so we had no idea. He shows us his badge, and lets us take pictures in his car.
Walking back to the house, we all walked through some fire ants. My socks looked alive because there were so many of them. I took them off, and didn't notice any bites except the one on my hand.
The party wound down, and we all cabbed it home. Two weeks later, I'm on the beach and look at my legs, and they are covered in bites. I don't really register external pain, so I hadn't noticed until then.
I ended up with girl #2 the next night at a different party.
TL;DR: Fire ants and bullet-proof vests make for an interesting evening.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc998r5 | I was staying in Florida for a couple of months, and the first night in town, I went to my favorite local bar. I had a couple of beers, and this gorgeous woman sits next to me. We start talking, and she says her friend is picking her up in a bit. We hit it off, and end up making out on the bar. A while later, her friend arrives (also beautiful), and we have a few more drinks. two guys sit next to the friend, and we hung out until the bar closed.
The guys were having a house party (as is usual in this town, since the bars close at 2:00 am). We follow them to their house, and start the party. Girl #1 wants to smoke a joint, and asks the homeowner where she should go. He says to do it on the back porch. She does, and the party moves out there. Girl #1 then does a line of coke in front of the homeowner, who doesn't care.
The party progresses, and it comes out that girl #1 has several DUI's. The cocaine already turned me off, and the DUIs didn't help.
The homeowner jokingly asks her to walk a line, which she fails miserably. I tried, and passed with flying colors. The homeowner's friend then tries the pen test on me, which I also passed. He was amazed, considering I had been drinking all night.
Towards the end of the night, Girl #2 walks out of the bedroom wearing a bullet-proof vest. I am confused as hell and ask her where she got it. Turns out the homeowner and his buddy are cops. He had parked his cruiser across the street, so we had no idea. He shows us his badge, and lets us take pictures in his car.
Walking back to the house, we all walked through some fire ants. My socks looked alive because there were so many of them. I took them off, and didn't notice any bites except the one on my hand.
The party wound down, and we all cabbed it home. Two weeks later, I'm on the beach and look at my legs, and they are covered in bites. I don't really register external pain, so I hadn't noticed until then.
I ended up with girl #2 the next night at a different party. | Fire ants and bullet-proof vests make for an interesting evening. |
thefiringbagpipes | I almost made the mistake of fucking my cousin.
So to discuss what happened. We were I our teens yada yada. Well I was very horny and I started fantasizing. Well I'm stupid mostly because not to be rude but she's disgusting and ugly. I didn't really notice that during then. Well lo and behold I get the oppurtunity to spend the week at her house. (Relates to doing a job near where they live) well id been like "you gotta make the first move" well once we got done with our job that day we took showers. Seperate. I went in after she was done. After I finished I saw she had tossed her panties to the floor. Well we all know how you read a porn story or such and they smell their lovers panties and its amazing? **Bull fucking shit** I about gagged and vomited a little. That's when I went **nope** and just got the fuck out of there. I ain't tapping that smelly ass shit.
TL;DR: Porn lies | I almost made the mistake of fucking my cousin.
So to discuss what happened. We were I our teens yada yada. Well I was very horny and I started fantasizing. Well I'm stupid mostly because not to be rude but she's disgusting and ugly. I didn't really notice that during then. Well lo and behold I get the oppurtunity to spend the week at her house. (Relates to doing a job near where they live) well id been like "you gotta make the first move" well once we got done with our job that day we took showers. Seperate. I went in after she was done. After I finished I saw she had tossed her panties to the floor. Well we all know how you read a porn story or such and they smell their lovers panties and its amazing? Bull fucking shit I about gagged and vomited a little. That's when I went nope and just got the fuck out of there. I ain't tapping that smelly ass shit.
TL;DR: Porn lies
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc99dqa | I almost made the mistake of fucking my cousin.
So to discuss what happened. We were I our teens yada yada. Well I was very horny and I started fantasizing. Well I'm stupid mostly because not to be rude but she's disgusting and ugly. I didn't really notice that during then. Well lo and behold I get the oppurtunity to spend the week at her house. (Relates to doing a job near where they live) well id been like "you gotta make the first move" well once we got done with our job that day we took showers. Seperate. I went in after she was done. After I finished I saw she had tossed her panties to the floor. Well we all know how you read a porn story or such and they smell their lovers panties and its amazing? Bull fucking shit I about gagged and vomited a little. That's when I went nope and just got the fuck out of there. I ain't tapping that smelly ass shit. | Porn lies |
Hongjohns | This summer I was at a Mcdonald's with a couple of friends going to go see "Pacific Rim". We ordered some food at Mcdonalds instead of buying food at the theatre because of the ridiculous prices the theatre has. I wasn't hungry that day so I got myself a happy meal. When I got my happy meal, a girl with a group of her friends caught my eye. I took out the happy meal toy and tried to find a marker to write my number on the toy. After 5 minutes of looking, the McDonald's manager was kind enough to lend me her marker. After getting the pen, I wrote my number, and slammed the toy on the table, and walked away like a boss. A few awkward minutes pass, and a older guy walked towards me. He said, "yeah...that's my sister you're hitting on, here's your toy back". I took it like a gentleman, I proceeded to talk to my friends while I enjoyed my cheeseburger. A few more awkward minutes pass, and another guy around my age comes to me. He said, "The girl you were hitting on, she really wants your toy and wants your number". I proceeded to talk to the girl I was hitting on and we exchange numbers and I give the toy to her. My friends and I leave to go see Pacific Rim and that was it for that night. Morning, I text her and she texts me. We texted for hours. Turns out I was texting her brother the entire time. So after some awkward texting with her brother, I managed to get her real number. I start texting away at her, and she starts texting me now, life is going good for Hongjohns right? Wrong. She says she doesn't like talking to strangers and told me that she only wanted the toy I had from the happy meal and didn't care about me at all.
TL;DR: Bitches only want me for my toys. | This summer I was at a Mcdonald's with a couple of friends going to go see "Pacific Rim". We ordered some food at Mcdonalds instead of buying food at the theatre because of the ridiculous prices the theatre has. I wasn't hungry that day so I got myself a happy meal. When I got my happy meal, a girl with a group of her friends caught my eye. I took out the happy meal toy and tried to find a marker to write my number on the toy. After 5 minutes of looking, the McDonald's manager was kind enough to lend me her marker. After getting the pen, I wrote my number, and slammed the toy on the table, and walked away like a boss. A few awkward minutes pass, and a older guy walked towards me. He said, "yeah...that's my sister you're hitting on, here's your toy back". I took it like a gentleman, I proceeded to talk to my friends while I enjoyed my cheeseburger. A few more awkward minutes pass, and another guy around my age comes to me. He said, "The girl you were hitting on, she really wants your toy and wants your number". I proceeded to talk to the girl I was hitting on and we exchange numbers and I give the toy to her. My friends and I leave to go see Pacific Rim and that was it for that night. Morning, I text her and she texts me. We texted for hours. Turns out I was texting her brother the entire time. So after some awkward texting with her brother, I managed to get her real number. I start texting away at her, and she starts texting me now, life is going good for Hongjohns right? Wrong. She says she doesn't like talking to strangers and told me that she only wanted the toy I had from the happy meal and didn't care about me at all.
TL;DR: Bitches only want me for my toys.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc99nln | This summer I was at a Mcdonald's with a couple of friends going to go see "Pacific Rim". We ordered some food at Mcdonalds instead of buying food at the theatre because of the ridiculous prices the theatre has. I wasn't hungry that day so I got myself a happy meal. When I got my happy meal, a girl with a group of her friends caught my eye. I took out the happy meal toy and tried to find a marker to write my number on the toy. After 5 minutes of looking, the McDonald's manager was kind enough to lend me her marker. After getting the pen, I wrote my number, and slammed the toy on the table, and walked away like a boss. A few awkward minutes pass, and a older guy walked towards me. He said, "yeah...that's my sister you're hitting on, here's your toy back". I took it like a gentleman, I proceeded to talk to my friends while I enjoyed my cheeseburger. A few more awkward minutes pass, and another guy around my age comes to me. He said, "The girl you were hitting on, she really wants your toy and wants your number". I proceeded to talk to the girl I was hitting on and we exchange numbers and I give the toy to her. My friends and I leave to go see Pacific Rim and that was it for that night. Morning, I text her and she texts me. We texted for hours. Turns out I was texting her brother the entire time. So after some awkward texting with her brother, I managed to get her real number. I start texting away at her, and she starts texting me now, life is going good for Hongjohns right? Wrong. She says she doesn't like talking to strangers and told me that she only wanted the toy I had from the happy meal and didn't care about me at all. | Bitches only want me for my toys. |
saliczar | I was tailgating a college football game with some friends and family. A girl that I have always had a thing for is finally single, and seems interested. We decide to go bar-hopping after the game, but we had to go to our hotels first. I met up with my group first, and never made it back to meet her (we were on different sides of town and couldn't get a cab).
One of my cousin's friends walks out with me when I go to smoke a cigarette. I had barely ever talked to her, and she grabs me and shoves her tongue in my throat and my hand in her pants. This is right next to the entrance to the bar, in broad daylight. I tell her "not here", and we go back inside.
Later at another bar/concert, she pulls me into the ladies room and goes to town.
We go back to the group, and my cousin's husband pulls me outside. He tells me that this girl is recently separated from her husband, who is best friends with another guy in our group. This guy is already pissed off at me for hooking up with his cousin at the same game the year before. He tells me off, and I promised not to touch her again (I don't mess with married women).
We are all cool now, except the girl is still hanging on me after telling her I wasn't interested, now knowing her situation.
Later, the group leaves the bar with the girl, and I stay to watch the band.
Later, I was outside smoking, and talking to three minors (guys). They really wanted to see the show, but they were underage. I tell them the wrist-band trick from my Nashville story, and walk in ahead of them showing mine. They all got in, and paid for my drinks for the rest of the night.
I kept having to duck down/hide, because the girl returned on her own, trying to hunt me down.
As we are leaving, the tour-bus is parked out front with the door open. I tell the guys "follow me". I hopped in, grabbed a seat, and put my arm around an attractive Asian girl. The guys just stood there in the isle, and security asked them to leave. It took them 45 minutes to figure out that I didn't belong there, and then I left. Ended up hanging out with the lead-singer's mom for a while before the cab came.
I found out later that girl was my lawyer's daughter.
**TL;DR: Smoking is cool.** *just kidding, I quit (e-cigs)* | I was tailgating a college football game with some friends and family. A girl that I have always had a thing for is finally single, and seems interested. We decide to go bar-hopping after the game, but we had to go to our hotels first. I met up with my group first, and never made it back to meet her (we were on different sides of town and couldn't get a cab).
One of my cousin's friends walks out with me when I go to smoke a cigarette. I had barely ever talked to her, and she grabs me and shoves her tongue in my throat and my hand in her pants. This is right next to the entrance to the bar, in broad daylight. I tell her "not here", and we go back inside.
Later at another bar/concert, she pulls me into the ladies room and goes to town.
We go back to the group, and my cousin's husband pulls me outside. He tells me that this girl is recently separated from her husband, who is best friends with another guy in our group. This guy is already pissed off at me for hooking up with his cousin at the same game the year before. He tells me off, and I promised not to touch her again (I don't mess with married women).
We are all cool now, except the girl is still hanging on me after telling her I wasn't interested, now knowing her situation.
Later, the group leaves the bar with the girl, and I stay to watch the band.
Later, I was outside smoking, and talking to three minors (guys). They really wanted to see the show, but they were underage. I tell them the wrist-band trick from my Nashville story, and walk in ahead of them showing mine. They all got in, and paid for my drinks for the rest of the night.
I kept having to duck down/hide, because the girl returned on her own, trying to hunt me down.
As we are leaving, the tour-bus is parked out front with the door open. I tell the guys "follow me". I hopped in, grabbed a seat, and put my arm around an attractive Asian girl. The guys just stood there in the isle, and security asked them to leave. It took them 45 minutes to figure out that I didn't belong there, and then I left. Ended up hanging out with the lead-singer's mom for a while before the cab came.
I found out later that girl was my lawyer's daughter.
TL;DR: Smoking is cool. just kidding, I quit (e-cigs)
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc99p10 | I was tailgating a college football game with some friends and family. A girl that I have always had a thing for is finally single, and seems interested. We decide to go bar-hopping after the game, but we had to go to our hotels first. I met up with my group first, and never made it back to meet her (we were on different sides of town and couldn't get a cab).
One of my cousin's friends walks out with me when I go to smoke a cigarette. I had barely ever talked to her, and she grabs me and shoves her tongue in my throat and my hand in her pants. This is right next to the entrance to the bar, in broad daylight. I tell her "not here", and we go back inside.
Later at another bar/concert, she pulls me into the ladies room and goes to town.
We go back to the group, and my cousin's husband pulls me outside. He tells me that this girl is recently separated from her husband, who is best friends with another guy in our group. This guy is already pissed off at me for hooking up with his cousin at the same game the year before. He tells me off, and I promised not to touch her again (I don't mess with married women).
We are all cool now, except the girl is still hanging on me after telling her I wasn't interested, now knowing her situation.
Later, the group leaves the bar with the girl, and I stay to watch the band.
Later, I was outside smoking, and talking to three minors (guys). They really wanted to see the show, but they were underage. I tell them the wrist-band trick from my Nashville story, and walk in ahead of them showing mine. They all got in, and paid for my drinks for the rest of the night.
I kept having to duck down/hide, because the girl returned on her own, trying to hunt me down.
As we are leaving, the tour-bus is parked out front with the door open. I tell the guys "follow me". I hopped in, grabbed a seat, and put my arm around an attractive Asian girl. The guys just stood there in the isle, and security asked them to leave. It took them 45 minutes to figure out that I didn't belong there, and then I left. Ended up hanging out with the lead-singer's mom for a while before the cab came.
I found out later that girl was my lawyer's daughter. | Smoking is cool. just kidding, I quit (e-cigs) |
SQRLpunk | When I was pretty fresh out of high school, I worked at a jewelry store at an outlet. This guy came in, and I thought he looked very familiar. Turns out it was Vili Fualauaa. He had to fill out his name/address on a slip for the ring he was buying. i discovered this when the news aired Letourneau was getting out of prison. He was nice, quiet...didn't spend a lot of time looking.
TL;DR I sold Vili Fualauaa a ring for Mary Kay Letourneau.
| When I was pretty fresh out of high school, I worked at a jewelry store at an outlet. This guy came in, and I thought he looked very familiar. Turns out it was Vili Fualauaa. He had to fill out his name/address on a slip for the ring he was buying. i discovered this when the news aired Letourneau was getting out of prison. He was nice, quiet...didn't spend a lot of time looking.
TL;DR I sold Vili Fualauaa a ring for Mary Kay Letourneau.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc99thz | When I was pretty fresh out of high school, I worked at a jewelry store at an outlet. This guy came in, and I thought he looked very familiar. Turns out it was Vili Fualauaa. He had to fill out his name/address on a slip for the ring he was buying. i discovered this when the news aired Letourneau was getting out of prison. He was nice, quiet...didn't spend a lot of time looking. | I sold Vili Fualauaa a ring for Mary Kay Letourneau. |
Cynical-C | From the time I was about 13 to the time I was 17, I would occasionally wake up with a giant foot print on my chest. It would extend the entire length of my torso. The foot print was as if someone had slapped me or I got a sun burn. It would turn pale when touched and then slowly regain its color. Looked to be about a size 15 shoe. It happened about once every 2 months. I asked my brother about it cause this seemed like the kind of thing he would do to fuck with me, but he didn't cause it happened one night while he was staying at a friend's house. It stopped when I got a new bed. My roommate who believes in the paranormal flipped a shit when she heard about this. I still have no idea. We have this theory that big foot is real, but he is invisible and lived in my closet on a bi monthly basis. He comes out at night and places his foot on random people's chests as quietly as he can.
This just didn't seem like r/NoSleep material.
TL;DR Big foot lived in my closet and put his foot on my chest until it turned red while I was sleeping. | From the time I was about 13 to the time I was 17, I would occasionally wake up with a giant foot print on my chest. It would extend the entire length of my torso. The foot print was as if someone had slapped me or I got a sun burn. It would turn pale when touched and then slowly regain its color. Looked to be about a size 15 shoe. It happened about once every 2 months. I asked my brother about it cause this seemed like the kind of thing he would do to fuck with me, but he didn't cause it happened one night while he was staying at a friend's house. It stopped when I got a new bed. My roommate who believes in the paranormal flipped a shit when she heard about this. I still have no idea. We have this theory that big foot is real, but he is invisible and lived in my closet on a bi monthly basis. He comes out at night and places his foot on random people's chests as quietly as he can.
This just didn't seem like r/NoSleep material.
TL;DR Big foot lived in my closet and put his foot on my chest until it turned red while I was sleeping.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9a2af | From the time I was about 13 to the time I was 17, I would occasionally wake up with a giant foot print on my chest. It would extend the entire length of my torso. The foot print was as if someone had slapped me or I got a sun burn. It would turn pale when touched and then slowly regain its color. Looked to be about a size 15 shoe. It happened about once every 2 months. I asked my brother about it cause this seemed like the kind of thing he would do to fuck with me, but he didn't cause it happened one night while he was staying at a friend's house. It stopped when I got a new bed. My roommate who believes in the paranormal flipped a shit when she heard about this. I still have no idea. We have this theory that big foot is real, but he is invisible and lived in my closet on a bi monthly basis. He comes out at night and places his foot on random people's chests as quietly as he can.
This just didn't seem like r/NoSleep material. | Big foot lived in my closet and put his foot on my chest until it turned red while I was sleeping. |
MyaloMark | My high school sweetheart had joined some after school program where she was supposed to prepare a ten minute speech. So she came to me, all freaked out. I told her that I would come up with something for her but it might be controversial. She said anything that wouldn't get her kicked out of school would be appreciated.
So I sat down and wrote a defense of Charlie Manson's right to a fair trial because, at the time, president Nixon had just gotten in trouble for declaring to reporters that Manson was guilty. She had to read it at some meeting on a Saturday morning, so I told her to practice with it so she could read it in her own "voice".
That Saturday afternoon she showed up all happy, saying that the speech had been well accepted and that she really made it her own, with lots of table banging and such. We laughed it off as a success and went on our happy way.
A few days later she calls me all worried, telling me that "her" speech had been selected as best and that she was now expected at some big gala where she would read my defense of Charlie fucking Manson to a bunch of the state's biggest politicians! She was afraid that they would ask her detailed questions about it all and she had nothing. It all turned out well in the end though, as she got an A+ for the class and it helped her get into a good school.
TL/DR; Wrote a one off speech to help a G/F pass a class. Speech garners major attention. G/F afraid of being caught at plagiarism but wins big in end. | My high school sweetheart had joined some after school program where she was supposed to prepare a ten minute speech. So she came to me, all freaked out. I told her that I would come up with something for her but it might be controversial. She said anything that wouldn't get her kicked out of school would be appreciated.
So I sat down and wrote a defense of Charlie Manson's right to a fair trial because, at the time, president Nixon had just gotten in trouble for declaring to reporters that Manson was guilty. She had to read it at some meeting on a Saturday morning, so I told her to practice with it so she could read it in her own "voice".
That Saturday afternoon she showed up all happy, saying that the speech had been well accepted and that she really made it her own, with lots of table banging and such. We laughed it off as a success and went on our happy way.
A few days later she calls me all worried, telling me that "her" speech had been selected as best and that she was now expected at some big gala where she would read my defense of Charlie fucking Manson to a bunch of the state's biggest politicians! She was afraid that they would ask her detailed questions about it all and she had nothing. It all turned out well in the end though, as she got an A+ for the class and it helped her get into a good school.
TL/DR; Wrote a one off speech to help a G/F pass a class. Speech garners major attention. G/F afraid of being caught at plagiarism but wins big in end.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9a7qh | My high school sweetheart had joined some after school program where she was supposed to prepare a ten minute speech. So she came to me, all freaked out. I told her that I would come up with something for her but it might be controversial. She said anything that wouldn't get her kicked out of school would be appreciated.
So I sat down and wrote a defense of Charlie Manson's right to a fair trial because, at the time, president Nixon had just gotten in trouble for declaring to reporters that Manson was guilty. She had to read it at some meeting on a Saturday morning, so I told her to practice with it so she could read it in her own "voice".
That Saturday afternoon she showed up all happy, saying that the speech had been well accepted and that she really made it her own, with lots of table banging and such. We laughed it off as a success and went on our happy way.
A few days later she calls me all worried, telling me that "her" speech had been selected as best and that she was now expected at some big gala where she would read my defense of Charlie fucking Manson to a bunch of the state's biggest politicians! She was afraid that they would ask her detailed questions about it all and she had nothing. It all turned out well in the end though, as she got an A+ for the class and it helped her get into a good school. | Wrote a one off speech to help a G/F pass a class. Speech garners major attention. G/F afraid of being caught at plagiarism but wins big in end. |
ImaTeaRex | So I got a bootcamp story for you all.
So I am a Medic in the US Army. I went to Basic trainning at Ft. Benning in late 2011.
So it is the Friday of Week 1, we are all still in that scares shitless stage being that we have been in the suck all of 4 days. On this fine Friday we are awoken to our Drill Sgt saying "Oh boy oh boy are you PVT in for a world of fun today. Oh boy oh boy." Now, common sense dictates that when a Drill Sergeant says these words, we infact are in for a world of pain. We do our daily morning PT, a run day, go to chow, change into uniform, and told to grab our Promask (military gas mask). Shit, we are going to the gas chamber right? Yup, we sure are! Fucking fantastic. So the gas chamber is probably THE most dreaded part of the entier ordeal. Constant rumors of people passing out, having sezuiures, asthma attacks, dieing (im not joking) soo everyone was kinda in a fuck me right mode. Anyways, we get on the bus to go to the trainning site. Along the way, we pass signs that read WARNING: CS GAS IN USE. You can read everyones face and they all said Fuck. We get off the bus, get into our platoon formations, and are given a 5 minute class on how to put on, clear, and adjust the gas mask. There was no repeating it. Damn, we are soo fucked. So our Senior Drill Sergeant gets the awesome idea of HEY, SINCE 1ST PLATOON GOES FIRST FOR EVETYTHING, HOW ABOUT THEY GO LAST FOR THIS. Goddammit. So we all line up in order from 4th olatoon to 1st. I am in first. We are told to face the opposite way as to not see what is going on. 4th goes in. They are in there for what seems like 30 whole fucking minutes. Then suddenly the back door explodes open and 50 PVTs come running out of that chamber as if a stripper just said she was pregnant and is looking for the father. Holy shit. What the fuck did I sign up for. 3rd goes in. Same thing happens. This time they add more gas to the chamber. 2nd, same thing. Now 1st. So we turn around and file in with our masks on. The room looks like a sauna. It is litterally a 4 walled box of brick with a bunson burner in the center. We gather around the burner. Everyone is looking around at eachother waiting for all hell to break loose. So the Drill Sergant proceeds to tell each individual soldier to take his mask off, yell his SSN, then put the mask back on and clear it. Easy right. It was and no fumbles. So, NOW is where all hell broke loose. The DS tells us, alright, take em off. We do. Holy mother fucking God eating a shit sandwich. It felt like some knocked the air out of me then poured acid in my fsce and lungs. I manage to look up, I see on guy try and run for the door, he gets clothes lined to the floor, 2 guys are on the floor passed out, one guy is loosing is ever lasting fucking mind yelling, I CANT BREATH, and another guy is yelling I SHIT MY PANTS, I SHIT MY FUCKING PANTS. then there is me like WTF. The DS tells me and 4 others to get out since we havent freaked out and took it like champs. Upon exiting, all the DSs are laughing there asses off. They have cameras and everything recording it all. I manage to run out and gain my bearings. Sure as shit out comes I SHIT MY PANTS guy and guesd what, he did. Not only shit, but diarrhea shit. EVERYWHERE. One DS managed to burst a blood vessel in his eye from laughing sooo hard he had to go to the medical clinic. The guy had to clean it in the end and for the rest of bootcamp, ANY time some had to make a number 2, the drill sergeants would ask, he would have to go with him.
TL;DR During bootcamp, guy shits himself in gaschamber and is caught in tape and never saw the end of it.
Sorry for rlthe typos, im in a mobile and really wanted to share this. This is only one story. I have many.
| So I got a bootcamp story for you all.
So I am a Medic in the US Army. I went to Basic trainning at Ft. Benning in late 2011.
So it is the Friday of Week 1, we are all still in that scares shitless stage being that we have been in the suck all of 4 days. On this fine Friday we are awoken to our Drill Sgt saying "Oh boy oh boy are you PVT in for a world of fun today. Oh boy oh boy." Now, common sense dictates that when a Drill Sergeant says these words, we infact are in for a world of pain. We do our daily morning PT, a run day, go to chow, change into uniform, and told to grab our Promask (military gas mask). Shit, we are going to the gas chamber right? Yup, we sure are! Fucking fantastic. So the gas chamber is probably THE most dreaded part of the entier ordeal. Constant rumors of people passing out, having sezuiures, asthma attacks, dieing (im not joking) soo everyone was kinda in a fuck me right mode. Anyways, we get on the bus to go to the trainning site. Along the way, we pass signs that read WARNING: CS GAS IN USE. You can read everyones face and they all said Fuck. We get off the bus, get into our platoon formations, and are given a 5 minute class on how to put on, clear, and adjust the gas mask. There was no repeating it. Damn, we are soo fucked. So our Senior Drill Sergeant gets the awesome idea of HEY, SINCE 1ST PLATOON GOES FIRST FOR EVETYTHING, HOW ABOUT THEY GO LAST FOR THIS. Goddammit. So we all line up in order from 4th olatoon to 1st. I am in first. We are told to face the opposite way as to not see what is going on. 4th goes in. They are in there for what seems like 30 whole fucking minutes. Then suddenly the back door explodes open and 50 PVTs come running out of that chamber as if a stripper just said she was pregnant and is looking for the father. Holy shit. What the fuck did I sign up for. 3rd goes in. Same thing happens. This time they add more gas to the chamber. 2nd, same thing. Now 1st. So we turn around and file in with our masks on. The room looks like a sauna. It is litterally a 4 walled box of brick with a bunson burner in the center. We gather around the burner. Everyone is looking around at eachother waiting for all hell to break loose. So the Drill Sergant proceeds to tell each individual soldier to take his mask off, yell his SSN, then put the mask back on and clear it. Easy right. It was and no fumbles. So, NOW is where all hell broke loose. The DS tells us, alright, take em off. We do. Holy mother fucking God eating a shit sandwich. It felt like some knocked the air out of me then poured acid in my fsce and lungs. I manage to look up, I see on guy try and run for the door, he gets clothes lined to the floor, 2 guys are on the floor passed out, one guy is loosing is ever lasting fucking mind yelling, I CANT BREATH, and another guy is yelling I SHIT MY PANTS, I SHIT MY FUCKING PANTS. then there is me like WTF. The DS tells me and 4 others to get out since we havent freaked out and took it like champs. Upon exiting, all the DSs are laughing there asses off. They have cameras and everything recording it all. I manage to run out and gain my bearings. Sure as shit out comes I SHIT MY PANTS guy and guesd what, he did. Not only shit, but diarrhea shit. EVERYWHERE. One DS managed to burst a blood vessel in his eye from laughing sooo hard he had to go to the medical clinic. The guy had to clean it in the end and for the rest of bootcamp, ANY time some had to make a number 2, the drill sergeants would ask, he would have to go with him.
TL;DR During bootcamp, guy shits himself in gaschamber and is caught in tape and never saw the end of it.
Sorry for rlthe typos, im in a mobile and really wanted to share this. This is only one story. I have many.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9a8m8 | So I got a bootcamp story for you all.
So I am a Medic in the US Army. I went to Basic trainning at Ft. Benning in late 2011.
So it is the Friday of Week 1, we are all still in that scares shitless stage being that we have been in the suck all of 4 days. On this fine Friday we are awoken to our Drill Sgt saying "Oh boy oh boy are you PVT in for a world of fun today. Oh boy oh boy." Now, common sense dictates that when a Drill Sergeant says these words, we infact are in for a world of pain. We do our daily morning PT, a run day, go to chow, change into uniform, and told to grab our Promask (military gas mask). Shit, we are going to the gas chamber right? Yup, we sure are! Fucking fantastic. So the gas chamber is probably THE most dreaded part of the entier ordeal. Constant rumors of people passing out, having sezuiures, asthma attacks, dieing (im not joking) soo everyone was kinda in a fuck me right mode. Anyways, we get on the bus to go to the trainning site. Along the way, we pass signs that read WARNING: CS GAS IN USE. You can read everyones face and they all said Fuck. We get off the bus, get into our platoon formations, and are given a 5 minute class on how to put on, clear, and adjust the gas mask. There was no repeating it. Damn, we are soo fucked. So our Senior Drill Sergeant gets the awesome idea of HEY, SINCE 1ST PLATOON GOES FIRST FOR EVETYTHING, HOW ABOUT THEY GO LAST FOR THIS. Goddammit. So we all line up in order from 4th olatoon to 1st. I am in first. We are told to face the opposite way as to not see what is going on. 4th goes in. They are in there for what seems like 30 whole fucking minutes. Then suddenly the back door explodes open and 50 PVTs come running out of that chamber as if a stripper just said she was pregnant and is looking for the father. Holy shit. What the fuck did I sign up for. 3rd goes in. Same thing happens. This time they add more gas to the chamber. 2nd, same thing. Now 1st. So we turn around and file in with our masks on. The room looks like a sauna. It is litterally a 4 walled box of brick with a bunson burner in the center. We gather around the burner. Everyone is looking around at eachother waiting for all hell to break loose. So the Drill Sergant proceeds to tell each individual soldier to take his mask off, yell his SSN, then put the mask back on and clear it. Easy right. It was and no fumbles. So, NOW is where all hell broke loose. The DS tells us, alright, take em off. We do. Holy mother fucking God eating a shit sandwich. It felt like some knocked the air out of me then poured acid in my fsce and lungs. I manage to look up, I see on guy try and run for the door, he gets clothes lined to the floor, 2 guys are on the floor passed out, one guy is loosing is ever lasting fucking mind yelling, I CANT BREATH, and another guy is yelling I SHIT MY PANTS, I SHIT MY FUCKING PANTS. then there is me like WTF. The DS tells me and 4 others to get out since we havent freaked out and took it like champs. Upon exiting, all the DSs are laughing there asses off. They have cameras and everything recording it all. I manage to run out and gain my bearings. Sure as shit out comes I SHIT MY PANTS guy and guesd what, he did. Not only shit, but diarrhea shit. EVERYWHERE. One DS managed to burst a blood vessel in his eye from laughing sooo hard he had to go to the medical clinic. The guy had to clean it in the end and for the rest of bootcamp, ANY time some had to make a number 2, the drill sergeants would ask, he would have to go with him. | During bootcamp, guy shits himself in gaschamber and is caught in tape and never saw the end of it.
Sorry for rlthe typos, im in a mobile and really wanted to share this. This is only one story. I have many. |
elsthrowaway | I have been wanting to share this story for so long. Warning: pretty long.
Before I left for the Army I took the Asvab test. I did not do very well. The major reason was because I was not in school and it was a few years since I graduated high school. I'll explain more later. I could only quality for two MOS or jobs. Infantry or Tank driver. I chose Infantry 11B.
I left for Army basic training on September 9, 2001. I showed up at the Atlanta airport September 10, 2001. This was not a quick decision by the way. I kept going back and forth if I really wanted to do this or not. My gut instinct told me not to. I should have listened. I went to reception and after basic training without knowing NOTHING about formation, position of attention, none of the military rules, how to march. I should have gone to the drills and been more adamant on asking my recruiter but oh well. I didn't have the best recruiters.
I was waiting to get my haircut when I heard about planes hitting the World Trade Center. A sergeant said it aloud for everyone to hear in the reception building. Things were put on high security until the day I left Fort Benning, GA. I did not know the full extent of what really happened until I came home obviously.
All of my Army recruiters told me I would be in reception for 5 days! WRONG! I was in reception for three weeks and 2 days. I was then transported with my troop to a portable building. We slept there for three days. Then finally made it to basic training.
By the way right before basic training. I thought long and hard about this. The military life was not for me. I did not want to be the first one to request to go back home and waited for someone to go home first. I did not want to go AWOL. A Navy woman came in and talked with me before I did my oath. She talked with me for 5 minutes and kept talking about going AWOL. If I go AWOL I will be opening up a can of worms and it will made my life very difficult in the long run. This scared me to be honest with you.
I talked to those two guys about how the hell did get to leave so fast?!?!?! One of the guys told me he requested ELS. ELS: Entry level separation. I was in basic training 2 1/2 weeks in. Remember that for the story.Those two guys left later that day to holdover. Holdover is a place they sent privates that are not medically fit for the Army or the failure to adapt.
I went in to talk to the Senior Drill Sergeant and requesting ELS. He tried to persuade me to stay. Actually some did and a few of my fellow privates too. Finally everyone gave up! No one could change my mind.
Before I left for my Christmas and New Year's break. I pretended to be really dumb. Like I was missing a piston :-)
I kept messing up in everything and acting really nervous. The day I threw a live grenade. I actually got hit pretty hard on my helmet by field sergeant. Not sure the proper name but a field sergeant is not a drill sergeant. A field sergeant is one of the sergeants that help out when you leave the barracks and go train on the field. You never see those sergeants again anyways. He hit me so hard that I took a few steps back from the blow. I can't remember what he said earlier or my response from after the hit but I do remember him asking me WHY?!?!?!?!?! I also remember his eyes were bulging lol. I got saved from my interrogation from another field sergeant. He said let's go private.
I remember the field sergeant that was walking with me. Replaced another field sergeant. The "nice" field sergeant must have been the one that helped out the slow and stupid privates haha. The field sergeant that was replaced walked away saying a smartass comment about me. I can't remember what. It made the "nice" field sergeant laugh though.
So in other words I kept making mistakes.
I came home for Christmas break and talked a distant relative of mine that was in the military for four years. He told me to pretend to be crazy and suicidal when I came back.
Some of my fellow privates were surprised to see me back. I told my drill sergeants I was suicidal. My other drill sergeant forgot to take me off training. I had to go to therapy and talk with the Army therapist about my issues. I went in to my drill sergeants office and reminded him. He seemed really hesitant. But finally he told me get your gear private and go back upstairs. :-)
I even had a talk with this same drill sergeant. I would love to talk with him now and ask him questions. Maybe one day I will find him. I tried looking for him on the Internet no success. When I talked him in private I only remember bits and pieces of it. I remember him telling me "you get to shake my hand when you graduate" and putting his hand out.
Cutting to the chase. Go in one day and the First Sergeant tells me "You're going home ELSthrowaway". The week after that my drill sergeant unlocks the closet to every private's personal luggage. He tells me to look for my bag. Oh the look on his face was priceless! I won! I remember him giving me smart ass jabs in front of the whole platoon to embarrass me. This happened every week too.
On my last day there I shook hands with one guy that was always nice to me. They were already in formation but no drill sergeants yet. As I was walking away I heard one guy say "fucking pussy!". Some of them started laughing. I turned around with a huge ass grin on my face. One of the privates said "it was an act?". I looked at him and nodded. He then says "son of a bitch". Some of the privates laughed at that too.
My last day there was the first day of FTX week. FTX week is the final week of basic training. You do FTX and then you graduate from basic training and AIT. I am really not sure on why it took so long for me to leave while the guys before me left in two days.
I went to holdover and waited for two days there. A taxi picked me from base and took me to the Atlanta airport. When I was at the Airport I couldn't stop smiling. I was so happy!!! I even jumped around. I finally won and gained my freedom!!
Two things I learned when I got home from doing my own research.
1. I could have left the Army BEFORE going to Georgia. I could have just talked to my recruiter and told him the Army life is not for me.
2. I went to Barnes and Noble and found a ASVAB study guide!!! I could have studied for the ASVAB by myself and gotten a better score! That pissed me off. A lot of shit the recruiters don't tell you.
I just want to say I truly respect the soldiers in the military. I have friends that are in the military both reserves and active duty. It was just not for me. I have my degree now and I have a good paying job and I'm happy. It was fucking tough to leave by the way. I kept pushing and pushing to get out and gained success.
TL;DR: went to the Army Basic training, decided wasn't for me, tried and tried to get out, took too damn long and finally got out. One of my happiest days ever. | I have been wanting to share this story for so long. Warning: pretty long.
Before I left for the Army I took the Asvab test. I did not do very well. The major reason was because I was not in school and it was a few years since I graduated high school. I'll explain more later. I could only quality for two MOS or jobs. Infantry or Tank driver. I chose Infantry 11B.
I left for Army basic training on September 9, 2001. I showed up at the Atlanta airport September 10, 2001. This was not a quick decision by the way. I kept going back and forth if I really wanted to do this or not. My gut instinct told me not to. I should have listened. I went to reception and after basic training without knowing NOTHING about formation, position of attention, none of the military rules, how to march. I should have gone to the drills and been more adamant on asking my recruiter but oh well. I didn't have the best recruiters.
I was waiting to get my haircut when I heard about planes hitting the World Trade Center. A sergeant said it aloud for everyone to hear in the reception building. Things were put on high security until the day I left Fort Benning, GA. I did not know the full extent of what really happened until I came home obviously.
All of my Army recruiters told me I would be in reception for 5 days! WRONG! I was in reception for three weeks and 2 days. I was then transported with my troop to a portable building. We slept there for three days. Then finally made it to basic training.
By the way right before basic training. I thought long and hard about this. The military life was not for me. I did not want to be the first one to request to go back home and waited for someone to go home first. I did not want to go AWOL. A Navy woman came in and talked with me before I did my oath. She talked with me for 5 minutes and kept talking about going AWOL. If I go AWOL I will be opening up a can of worms and it will made my life very difficult in the long run. This scared me to be honest with you.
I talked to those two guys about how the hell did get to leave so fast?!?!?! One of the guys told me he requested ELS. ELS: Entry level separation. I was in basic training 2 1/2 weeks in. Remember that for the story.Those two guys left later that day to holdover. Holdover is a place they sent privates that are not medically fit for the Army or the failure to adapt.
I went in to talk to the Senior Drill Sergeant and requesting ELS. He tried to persuade me to stay. Actually some did and a few of my fellow privates too. Finally everyone gave up! No one could change my mind.
Before I left for my Christmas and New Year's break. I pretended to be really dumb. Like I was missing a piston :-)
I kept messing up in everything and acting really nervous. The day I threw a live grenade. I actually got hit pretty hard on my helmet by field sergeant. Not sure the proper name but a field sergeant is not a drill sergeant. A field sergeant is one of the sergeants that help out when you leave the barracks and go train on the field. You never see those sergeants again anyways. He hit me so hard that I took a few steps back from the blow. I can't remember what he said earlier or my response from after the hit but I do remember him asking me WHY?!?!?!?!?! I also remember his eyes were bulging lol. I got saved from my interrogation from another field sergeant. He said let's go private.
I remember the field sergeant that was walking with me. Replaced another field sergeant. The "nice" field sergeant must have been the one that helped out the slow and stupid privates haha. The field sergeant that was replaced walked away saying a smartass comment about me. I can't remember what. It made the "nice" field sergeant laugh though.
So in other words I kept making mistakes.
I came home for Christmas break and talked a distant relative of mine that was in the military for four years. He told me to pretend to be crazy and suicidal when I came back.
Some of my fellow privates were surprised to see me back. I told my drill sergeants I was suicidal. My other drill sergeant forgot to take me off training. I had to go to therapy and talk with the Army therapist about my issues. I went in to my drill sergeants office and reminded him. He seemed really hesitant. But finally he told me get your gear private and go back upstairs. :-)
I even had a talk with this same drill sergeant. I would love to talk with him now and ask him questions. Maybe one day I will find him. I tried looking for him on the Internet no success. When I talked him in private I only remember bits and pieces of it. I remember him telling me "you get to shake my hand when you graduate" and putting his hand out.
Cutting to the chase. Go in one day and the First Sergeant tells me "You're going home ELSthrowaway". The week after that my drill sergeant unlocks the closet to every private's personal luggage. He tells me to look for my bag. Oh the look on his face was priceless! I won! I remember him giving me smart ass jabs in front of the whole platoon to embarrass me. This happened every week too.
On my last day there I shook hands with one guy that was always nice to me. They were already in formation but no drill sergeants yet. As I was walking away I heard one guy say "fucking pussy!". Some of them started laughing. I turned around with a huge ass grin on my face. One of the privates said "it was an act?". I looked at him and nodded. He then says "son of a bitch". Some of the privates laughed at that too.
My last day there was the first day of FTX week. FTX week is the final week of basic training. You do FTX and then you graduate from basic training and AIT. I am really not sure on why it took so long for me to leave while the guys before me left in two days.
I went to holdover and waited for two days there. A taxi picked me from base and took me to the Atlanta airport. When I was at the Airport I couldn't stop smiling. I was so happy!!! I even jumped around. I finally won and gained my freedom!!
Two things I learned when I got home from doing my own research.
I could have left the Army BEFORE going to Georgia. I could have just talked to my recruiter and told him the Army life is not for me.
I went to Barnes and Noble and found a ASVAB study guide!!! I could have studied for the ASVAB by myself and gotten a better score! That pissed me off. A lot of shit the recruiters don't tell you.
I just want to say I truly respect the soldiers in the military. I have friends that are in the military both reserves and active duty. It was just not for me. I have my degree now and I have a good paying job and I'm happy. It was fucking tough to leave by the way. I kept pushing and pushing to get out and gained success.
TL;DR: went to the Army Basic training, decided wasn't for me, tried and tried to get out, took too damn long and finally got out. One of my happiest days ever.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9abms | I have been wanting to share this story for so long. Warning: pretty long.
Before I left for the Army I took the Asvab test. I did not do very well. The major reason was because I was not in school and it was a few years since I graduated high school. I'll explain more later. I could only quality for two MOS or jobs. Infantry or Tank driver. I chose Infantry 11B.
I left for Army basic training on September 9, 2001. I showed up at the Atlanta airport September 10, 2001. This was not a quick decision by the way. I kept going back and forth if I really wanted to do this or not. My gut instinct told me not to. I should have listened. I went to reception and after basic training without knowing NOTHING about formation, position of attention, none of the military rules, how to march. I should have gone to the drills and been more adamant on asking my recruiter but oh well. I didn't have the best recruiters.
I was waiting to get my haircut when I heard about planes hitting the World Trade Center. A sergeant said it aloud for everyone to hear in the reception building. Things were put on high security until the day I left Fort Benning, GA. I did not know the full extent of what really happened until I came home obviously.
All of my Army recruiters told me I would be in reception for 5 days! WRONG! I was in reception for three weeks and 2 days. I was then transported with my troop to a portable building. We slept there for three days. Then finally made it to basic training.
By the way right before basic training. I thought long and hard about this. The military life was not for me. I did not want to be the first one to request to go back home and waited for someone to go home first. I did not want to go AWOL. A Navy woman came in and talked with me before I did my oath. She talked with me for 5 minutes and kept talking about going AWOL. If I go AWOL I will be opening up a can of worms and it will made my life very difficult in the long run. This scared me to be honest with you.
I talked to those two guys about how the hell did get to leave so fast?!?!?! One of the guys told me he requested ELS. ELS: Entry level separation. I was in basic training 2 1/2 weeks in. Remember that for the story.Those two guys left later that day to holdover. Holdover is a place they sent privates that are not medically fit for the Army or the failure to adapt.
I went in to talk to the Senior Drill Sergeant and requesting ELS. He tried to persuade me to stay. Actually some did and a few of my fellow privates too. Finally everyone gave up! No one could change my mind.
Before I left for my Christmas and New Year's break. I pretended to be really dumb. Like I was missing a piston :-)
I kept messing up in everything and acting really nervous. The day I threw a live grenade. I actually got hit pretty hard on my helmet by field sergeant. Not sure the proper name but a field sergeant is not a drill sergeant. A field sergeant is one of the sergeants that help out when you leave the barracks and go train on the field. You never see those sergeants again anyways. He hit me so hard that I took a few steps back from the blow. I can't remember what he said earlier or my response from after the hit but I do remember him asking me WHY?!?!?!?!?! I also remember his eyes were bulging lol. I got saved from my interrogation from another field sergeant. He said let's go private.
I remember the field sergeant that was walking with me. Replaced another field sergeant. The "nice" field sergeant must have been the one that helped out the slow and stupid privates haha. The field sergeant that was replaced walked away saying a smartass comment about me. I can't remember what. It made the "nice" field sergeant laugh though.
So in other words I kept making mistakes.
I came home for Christmas break and talked a distant relative of mine that was in the military for four years. He told me to pretend to be crazy and suicidal when I came back.
Some of my fellow privates were surprised to see me back. I told my drill sergeants I was suicidal. My other drill sergeant forgot to take me off training. I had to go to therapy and talk with the Army therapist about my issues. I went in to my drill sergeants office and reminded him. He seemed really hesitant. But finally he told me get your gear private and go back upstairs. :-)
I even had a talk with this same drill sergeant. I would love to talk with him now and ask him questions. Maybe one day I will find him. I tried looking for him on the Internet no success. When I talked him in private I only remember bits and pieces of it. I remember him telling me "you get to shake my hand when you graduate" and putting his hand out.
Cutting to the chase. Go in one day and the First Sergeant tells me "You're going home ELSthrowaway". The week after that my drill sergeant unlocks the closet to every private's personal luggage. He tells me to look for my bag. Oh the look on his face was priceless! I won! I remember him giving me smart ass jabs in front of the whole platoon to embarrass me. This happened every week too.
On my last day there I shook hands with one guy that was always nice to me. They were already in formation but no drill sergeants yet. As I was walking away I heard one guy say "fucking pussy!". Some of them started laughing. I turned around with a huge ass grin on my face. One of the privates said "it was an act?". I looked at him and nodded. He then says "son of a bitch". Some of the privates laughed at that too.
My last day there was the first day of FTX week. FTX week is the final week of basic training. You do FTX and then you graduate from basic training and AIT. I am really not sure on why it took so long for me to leave while the guys before me left in two days.
I went to holdover and waited for two days there. A taxi picked me from base and took me to the Atlanta airport. When I was at the Airport I couldn't stop smiling. I was so happy!!! I even jumped around. I finally won and gained my freedom!!
Two things I learned when I got home from doing my own research.
I could have left the Army BEFORE going to Georgia. I could have just talked to my recruiter and told him the Army life is not for me.
I went to Barnes and Noble and found a ASVAB study guide!!! I could have studied for the ASVAB by myself and gotten a better score! That pissed me off. A lot of shit the recruiters don't tell you.
I just want to say I truly respect the soldiers in the military. I have friends that are in the military both reserves and active duty. It was just not for me. I have my degree now and I have a good paying job and I'm happy. It was fucking tough to leave by the way. I kept pushing and pushing to get out and gained success. | went to the Army Basic training, decided wasn't for me, tried and tried to get out, took too damn long and finally got out. One of my happiest days ever. |
lulu_lleigh | I work at a bar... A few weeks ago we had some local bikers in, they were fine but didn't tip well (there were a lot of them, they were a lot of work, and I was kind of bitter). The bikers went next door for a movie, most of them went home after but four of them came back to my section and ordered a couple of beers. I was nice enough to them, but with my previous experience with the group I wasn't overly excited to have them back. Well, they ended up staying a few hours, didn't cause a fuss at all and were completely polite. Around maybe midnight or one am one of the guys from the group asked to pay the tab, I brought it over and returned the credit card that was given for the tab.
At this point, our bartender was away from the bar and I started pouring beers for another table of mine. Guy from the "biker table" comes up and leaves the book for the tab-- the tab for the entire table was about 60 dollars and there was two $100 bills in the book. I didn't understand, so I ran back to the guy and asked him if he wanted me to break the bills for him.... Or what do you want me to do? He responded with, no, those are for you, thank you. I asked him if he was sure, thinking maybe he didn't know what he put in the book, and he replied, "yeah. I've had a good year". I thanked him, then they asked me if I wanted to take a picture with them.
I found out a couple days later that that guy was Eddie Vedder.
TLDR: I now know what Eddie Vedder looks like | I work at a bar... A few weeks ago we had some local bikers in, they were fine but didn't tip well (there were a lot of them, they were a lot of work, and I was kind of bitter). The bikers went next door for a movie, most of them went home after but four of them came back to my section and ordered a couple of beers. I was nice enough to them, but with my previous experience with the group I wasn't overly excited to have them back. Well, they ended up staying a few hours, didn't cause a fuss at all and were completely polite. Around maybe midnight or one am one of the guys from the group asked to pay the tab, I brought it over and returned the credit card that was given for the tab.
At this point, our bartender was away from the bar and I started pouring beers for another table of mine. Guy from the "biker table" comes up and leaves the book for the tab-- the tab for the entire table was about 60 dollars and there was two $100 bills in the book. I didn't understand, so I ran back to the guy and asked him if he wanted me to break the bills for him.... Or what do you want me to do? He responded with, no, those are for you, thank you. I asked him if he was sure, thinking maybe he didn't know what he put in the book, and he replied, "yeah. I've had a good year". I thanked him, then they asked me if I wanted to take a picture with them.
I found out a couple days later that that guy was Eddie Vedder.
TLDR: I now know what Eddie Vedder looks like
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9ae1e | I work at a bar... A few weeks ago we had some local bikers in, they were fine but didn't tip well (there were a lot of them, they were a lot of work, and I was kind of bitter). The bikers went next door for a movie, most of them went home after but four of them came back to my section and ordered a couple of beers. I was nice enough to them, but with my previous experience with the group I wasn't overly excited to have them back. Well, they ended up staying a few hours, didn't cause a fuss at all and were completely polite. Around maybe midnight or one am one of the guys from the group asked to pay the tab, I brought it over and returned the credit card that was given for the tab.
At this point, our bartender was away from the bar and I started pouring beers for another table of mine. Guy from the "biker table" comes up and leaves the book for the tab-- the tab for the entire table was about 60 dollars and there was two $100 bills in the book. I didn't understand, so I ran back to the guy and asked him if he wanted me to break the bills for him.... Or what do you want me to do? He responded with, no, those are for you, thank you. I asked him if he was sure, thinking maybe he didn't know what he put in the book, and he replied, "yeah. I've had a good year". I thanked him, then they asked me if I wanted to take a picture with them.
I found out a couple days later that that guy was Eddie Vedder. | I now know what Eddie Vedder looks like |
Overlord-Brian | Or when you're taking a shit and redditing on your laptop, read something so funny you drop the laptop, instinctivly reach out to grab it, but miss end up punching it so hard you cut your hand, launch the laptop away from you, freak out kick it straight up in the air and then catch it with your other hand that had a cast on it.
I wasn't sure whether to be impressed or pissed at my self.
So I just shit my self.
TLDR: Shit my self. | Or when you're taking a shit and redditing on your laptop, read something so funny you drop the laptop, instinctivly reach out to grab it, but miss end up punching it so hard you cut your hand, launch the laptop away from you, freak out kick it straight up in the air and then catch it with your other hand that had a cast on it.
I wasn't sure whether to be impressed or pissed at my self.
So I just shit my self.
TLDR: Shit my self.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9ae9h | Or when you're taking a shit and redditing on your laptop, read something so funny you drop the laptop, instinctivly reach out to grab it, but miss end up punching it so hard you cut your hand, launch the laptop away from you, freak out kick it straight up in the air and then catch it with your other hand that had a cast on it.
I wasn't sure whether to be impressed or pissed at my self.
So I just shit my self. | Shit my self. |
MrBootylove | When I was about thirteen I started going to a summer camp up in Maine called Camp Hawthorne. It's closed down now, but my dad went there as a kid, which is why I started going there. Everything was fairly normal as a camper for the most part. Most of the camps up in that area were pretty nice, and were pretty separate from nature, but this camp was different. The bunks that we stayed in were almost 100 years old, and it was all very rustic.
Fast forward to when I was 17. I was now too old to go there, but had been a counselor in training the year prior. I had been offered a job to work there for two sessions out of the summer, and was pretty stoked. Once again, everything was fairly normal. Sure, the employees would always go out in the woods on their nights off and get wasted, but that was something that we, as campers, would always speculate happened. It wasn't until the yearly white water rafting trip that things started getting crazy.
Every summer between the first five weeks of camp all of the campers would go on a three day trip where they would typically go white water rafting and usually visit quebec city. Some of the counselors would go, but most of them, including myself, would stay behind. Pretty much about a half hour after the kids were gone everyone rushed to the liquor store. We piled up the walk in refrigerator with all sorts of liquor. After that we ordered a keg, and put that in there as well. I was pretty stoked about this. I had never gotten drunk at the time, and thought this was pretty fucking sweet. After about an hour or so of drinking things started getting weird.
What I slowly began to realize during my time working there was that most of the people who had been my counselors and still were during the time that I was there were some pretty hardcore hippies. Most of them were vegan and lived in communes during the rest of the year. Don't get me wrong, they were great with kids, and never really pushed their values upon them, but they were still some crazy hippies. Anyway, about an hour or so into my first night of drinking everyone started taking their clothes off. My night there was short lived because I was young and didn't know my own limits with alcohol, and passed out. The last thing I clearly remember was grabbing a bottle of Bacardi 151 out of the walk in after having maybe 5 shots of jim beam. I walked past the grounds keeper who was grilling some burgers wearing nothing but an apron telling me that if I threw up I was cut off. The rest of the night was a blur, and I definitely did throw up, but it was a very surreal moment for me.
I continued to work there every summer for another two years before the camp closed down. Each year it was the same thing (aside from the vomiting on my part). The kids would leave for a few days, and I would get naked and drunk with all of these crazy ass hippies. In some ways it was pretty cool because there were a decent amount of pretty attractive ladies that worked there who would get naked and it was pretty nice. On the other hand there was also a lot of naked dudes as well. For me it didn't really matter, though. It felt pretty normal. Everyone was naked, and going crazy. It wasn't sexual or anything, and it felt very natural.
tldr; Partied with a bunch of naked hippies at a summer camp I worked at dances with wolves style. | When I was about thirteen I started going to a summer camp up in Maine called Camp Hawthorne. It's closed down now, but my dad went there as a kid, which is why I started going there. Everything was fairly normal as a camper for the most part. Most of the camps up in that area were pretty nice, and were pretty separate from nature, but this camp was different. The bunks that we stayed in were almost 100 years old, and it was all very rustic.
Fast forward to when I was 17. I was now too old to go there, but had been a counselor in training the year prior. I had been offered a job to work there for two sessions out of the summer, and was pretty stoked. Once again, everything was fairly normal. Sure, the employees would always go out in the woods on their nights off and get wasted, but that was something that we, as campers, would always speculate happened. It wasn't until the yearly white water rafting trip that things started getting crazy.
Every summer between the first five weeks of camp all of the campers would go on a three day trip where they would typically go white water rafting and usually visit quebec city. Some of the counselors would go, but most of them, including myself, would stay behind. Pretty much about a half hour after the kids were gone everyone rushed to the liquor store. We piled up the walk in refrigerator with all sorts of liquor. After that we ordered a keg, and put that in there as well. I was pretty stoked about this. I had never gotten drunk at the time, and thought this was pretty fucking sweet. After about an hour or so of drinking things started getting weird.
What I slowly began to realize during my time working there was that most of the people who had been my counselors and still were during the time that I was there were some pretty hardcore hippies. Most of them were vegan and lived in communes during the rest of the year. Don't get me wrong, they were great with kids, and never really pushed their values upon them, but they were still some crazy hippies. Anyway, about an hour or so into my first night of drinking everyone started taking their clothes off. My night there was short lived because I was young and didn't know my own limits with alcohol, and passed out. The last thing I clearly remember was grabbing a bottle of Bacardi 151 out of the walk in after having maybe 5 shots of jim beam. I walked past the grounds keeper who was grilling some burgers wearing nothing but an apron telling me that if I threw up I was cut off. The rest of the night was a blur, and I definitely did throw up, but it was a very surreal moment for me.
I continued to work there every summer for another two years before the camp closed down. Each year it was the same thing (aside from the vomiting on my part). The kids would leave for a few days, and I would get naked and drunk with all of these crazy ass hippies. In some ways it was pretty cool because there were a decent amount of pretty attractive ladies that worked there who would get naked and it was pretty nice. On the other hand there was also a lot of naked dudes as well. For me it didn't really matter, though. It felt pretty normal. Everyone was naked, and going crazy. It wasn't sexual or anything, and it felt very natural.
tldr; Partied with a bunch of naked hippies at a summer camp I worked at dances with wolves style.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9aebb | When I was about thirteen I started going to a summer camp up in Maine called Camp Hawthorne. It's closed down now, but my dad went there as a kid, which is why I started going there. Everything was fairly normal as a camper for the most part. Most of the camps up in that area were pretty nice, and were pretty separate from nature, but this camp was different. The bunks that we stayed in were almost 100 years old, and it was all very rustic.
Fast forward to when I was 17. I was now too old to go there, but had been a counselor in training the year prior. I had been offered a job to work there for two sessions out of the summer, and was pretty stoked. Once again, everything was fairly normal. Sure, the employees would always go out in the woods on their nights off and get wasted, but that was something that we, as campers, would always speculate happened. It wasn't until the yearly white water rafting trip that things started getting crazy.
Every summer between the first five weeks of camp all of the campers would go on a three day trip where they would typically go white water rafting and usually visit quebec city. Some of the counselors would go, but most of them, including myself, would stay behind. Pretty much about a half hour after the kids were gone everyone rushed to the liquor store. We piled up the walk in refrigerator with all sorts of liquor. After that we ordered a keg, and put that in there as well. I was pretty stoked about this. I had never gotten drunk at the time, and thought this was pretty fucking sweet. After about an hour or so of drinking things started getting weird.
What I slowly began to realize during my time working there was that most of the people who had been my counselors and still were during the time that I was there were some pretty hardcore hippies. Most of them were vegan and lived in communes during the rest of the year. Don't get me wrong, they were great with kids, and never really pushed their values upon them, but they were still some crazy hippies. Anyway, about an hour or so into my first night of drinking everyone started taking their clothes off. My night there was short lived because I was young and didn't know my own limits with alcohol, and passed out. The last thing I clearly remember was grabbing a bottle of Bacardi 151 out of the walk in after having maybe 5 shots of jim beam. I walked past the grounds keeper who was grilling some burgers wearing nothing but an apron telling me that if I threw up I was cut off. The rest of the night was a blur, and I definitely did throw up, but it was a very surreal moment for me.
I continued to work there every summer for another two years before the camp closed down. Each year it was the same thing (aside from the vomiting on my part). The kids would leave for a few days, and I would get naked and drunk with all of these crazy ass hippies. In some ways it was pretty cool because there were a decent amount of pretty attractive ladies that worked there who would get naked and it was pretty nice. On the other hand there was also a lot of naked dudes as well. For me it didn't really matter, though. It felt pretty normal. Everyone was naked, and going crazy. It wasn't sexual or anything, and it felt very natural. | Partied with a bunch of naked hippies at a summer camp I worked at dances with wolves style. |
Ryanbomb1 | I was in Tallinn, Estonia right and was traveling alone by myself for a while. Now I don't like to eat at restaurants by myself... So I generally just got good from a grocery store or super market as they are called across the pond (Canadian btw) So I'm at this grocery store picking up some bananas and some bread and just a decent meal. At this grocery store every thing is all in Estonian and shit, which is a long ways off English, all the words are like 20 letters long. But I walked into the bakery and there they were! Donuts! How I love donuts! No idea what flavor they were considering they were spelled something along the lines of Käällooppäädooopääås or something. (they are big on back to back letters and the a's with the two dots on top). These donuts just appeared to be your bog standard donut tho, glazed with chocolate drizzle. At 50 euro cent a pop I picked up two and was beyond stoked to eat em! Anyways went through the awkward paying process where she stood there ringing my items in talking in her native tongue and I just smiled and nodded. So I get out to a park bench and JUMP IN to theses donuts, I was right fired up! And upon taking my first succulent bite I determined these to not just be a Normal glazed (ring style, might I add) donut but these were also filled with the most delicious lemony custard stuff I have ever indulged in. Still one of the best parts of my trip!
TL;DR - Creamy Estonian Surprise | I was in Tallinn, Estonia right and was traveling alone by myself for a while. Now I don't like to eat at restaurants by myself... So I generally just got good from a grocery store or super market as they are called across the pond (Canadian btw) So I'm at this grocery store picking up some bananas and some bread and just a decent meal. At this grocery store every thing is all in Estonian and shit, which is a long ways off English, all the words are like 20 letters long. But I walked into the bakery and there they were! Donuts! How I love donuts! No idea what flavor they were considering they were spelled something along the lines of Käällooppäädooopääås or something. (they are big on back to back letters and the a's with the two dots on top). These donuts just appeared to be your bog standard donut tho, glazed with chocolate drizzle. At 50 euro cent a pop I picked up two and was beyond stoked to eat em! Anyways went through the awkward paying process where she stood there ringing my items in talking in her native tongue and I just smiled and nodded. So I get out to a park bench and JUMP IN to theses donuts, I was right fired up! And upon taking my first succulent bite I determined these to not just be a Normal glazed (ring style, might I add) donut but these were also filled with the most delicious lemony custard stuff I have ever indulged in. Still one of the best parts of my trip!
TL;DR - Creamy Estonian Surprise
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9aie9 | I was in Tallinn, Estonia right and was traveling alone by myself for a while. Now I don't like to eat at restaurants by myself... So I generally just got good from a grocery store or super market as they are called across the pond (Canadian btw) So I'm at this grocery store picking up some bananas and some bread and just a decent meal. At this grocery store every thing is all in Estonian and shit, which is a long ways off English, all the words are like 20 letters long. But I walked into the bakery and there they were! Donuts! How I love donuts! No idea what flavor they were considering they were spelled something along the lines of Käällooppäädooopääås or something. (they are big on back to back letters and the a's with the two dots on top). These donuts just appeared to be your bog standard donut tho, glazed with chocolate drizzle. At 50 euro cent a pop I picked up two and was beyond stoked to eat em! Anyways went through the awkward paying process where she stood there ringing my items in talking in her native tongue and I just smiled and nodded. So I get out to a park bench and JUMP IN to theses donuts, I was right fired up! And upon taking my first succulent bite I determined these to not just be a Normal glazed (ring style, might I add) donut but these were also filled with the most delicious lemony custard stuff I have ever indulged in. Still one of the best parts of my trip! | Creamy Estonian Surprise |
mail0rder | Same thing happened to me when I was 13.
I was hanging out with a few friends, we'll call them Jim, Steve, and Jeff. We were all hanging out at Jeff's house playing video games one Friday night. Jeff's mom, for whatever reason, was out of town and Jeff was at home alone for the weekend.
Jim, Steve, and I decide to walk back to Jim's house to hang out. While walking back to Jim's house we decide to play a prank on Jeff for the hell of it. The plan was to scare the living shit out of him.
The plan started by throwing pebbles at random windows all around Jeff's house. It was midnight-ish and pitch black, so we thought we were being smart. After doing this for about 10-15 minute we got bored and decided to crank it up a notch.
We decided that Steve and I were going to run up Jeff's door banging and yelling, claiming that Jim had been abducted by a bum on the way home and that we barely made it back to Jeff's place. Jim was going to show up saying he escaped but he doesn't know where the bum went -- that was the plan. We even got Jim all roughed up and smeared dirt on his clothes, etc.
Fast forward, we do this stupid crap. We have Jim hideout in a tree, Steve and I go over our lines, we run around the side of Jeff's house to his front yard and right into the sights of four cops with their guns drawn... yelling at us to freeze and get down on the ground.
Our plan worked.
**TL;DR** Tried to play a prank on a friend. He called the cops. Two squad cars showed up, guns drawn. Almost got shot. | Same thing happened to me when I was 13.
I was hanging out with a few friends, we'll call them Jim, Steve, and Jeff. We were all hanging out at Jeff's house playing video games one Friday night. Jeff's mom, for whatever reason, was out of town and Jeff was at home alone for the weekend.
Jim, Steve, and I decide to walk back to Jim's house to hang out. While walking back to Jim's house we decide to play a prank on Jeff for the hell of it. The plan was to scare the living shit out of him.
The plan started by throwing pebbles at random windows all around Jeff's house. It was midnight-ish and pitch black, so we thought we were being smart. After doing this for about 10-15 minute we got bored and decided to crank it up a notch.
We decided that Steve and I were going to run up Jeff's door banging and yelling, claiming that Jim had been abducted by a bum on the way home and that we barely made it back to Jeff's place. Jim was going to show up saying he escaped but he doesn't know where the bum went -- that was the plan. We even got Jim all roughed up and smeared dirt on his clothes, etc.
Fast forward, we do this stupid crap. We have Jim hideout in a tree, Steve and I go over our lines, we run around the side of Jeff's house to his front yard and right into the sights of four cops with their guns drawn... yelling at us to freeze and get down on the ground.
Our plan worked.
TL;DR Tried to play a prank on a friend. He called the cops. Two squad cars showed up, guns drawn. Almost got shot.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9ajka | Same thing happened to me when I was 13.
I was hanging out with a few friends, we'll call them Jim, Steve, and Jeff. We were all hanging out at Jeff's house playing video games one Friday night. Jeff's mom, for whatever reason, was out of town and Jeff was at home alone for the weekend.
Jim, Steve, and I decide to walk back to Jim's house to hang out. While walking back to Jim's house we decide to play a prank on Jeff for the hell of it. The plan was to scare the living shit out of him.
The plan started by throwing pebbles at random windows all around Jeff's house. It was midnight-ish and pitch black, so we thought we were being smart. After doing this for about 10-15 minute we got bored and decided to crank it up a notch.
We decided that Steve and I were going to run up Jeff's door banging and yelling, claiming that Jim had been abducted by a bum on the way home and that we barely made it back to Jeff's place. Jim was going to show up saying he escaped but he doesn't know where the bum went -- that was the plan. We even got Jim all roughed up and smeared dirt on his clothes, etc.
Fast forward, we do this stupid crap. We have Jim hideout in a tree, Steve and I go over our lines, we run around the side of Jeff's house to his front yard and right into the sights of four cops with their guns drawn... yelling at us to freeze and get down on the ground.
Our plan worked. | Tried to play a prank on a friend. He called the cops. Two squad cars showed up, guns drawn. Almost got shot. |
Nerdfighter45 | I know it's late but hopefully someone will get a kick out of this;
So my senior year of high school my football team (ranked 6 in the country) played a team out of Florida (ranked 1 in the country) on ESPN. It was a hard fought game that we ended up losing. I was awarded with player of the game for my team and I knew I had a really good game and that many scouts were watching. However, I am a big team player so I did not want even a shred of a smile to appear on my face, so I stared at the ground after "good-gaming" the other team. As I am walking off the field I am approached by a guy in a Hawaiian shirt who starts talking to me about the game. Not to brag but I was known for being a very good player in high school and this was a frequent thing to be approached by fans after the game. He explained how that was an "amazing display of football" and how he was buying land up in Georgia soon (Where my school is located) and he hopes to watch me play more. I shrug, giving him a couple nods here and there but for the most part try to seem as somber as possible. I see my girlfriend and family, thank the gentleman, then jog over to them. About thirty minutes later we are watching a recap of the game at an IHOP. I happen to glance up at the screen to see us walking off the field from before, then I notice the man in the Hawaiian shirt. It was Dan "The Man" Marino. It turns out his daughter attended the opposing school and he frequents sidelines of the games. As a Dolphins fan, I immediately face-palmed and swore I would never let something like that happen to me again. Unfortunately, that was not the last time it happened...
TL:DR I snubbed one of my favorite NFL football stars of all time. | I know it's late but hopefully someone will get a kick out of this;
So my senior year of high school my football team (ranked 6 in the country) played a team out of Florida (ranked 1 in the country) on ESPN. It was a hard fought game that we ended up losing. I was awarded with player of the game for my team and I knew I had a really good game and that many scouts were watching. However, I am a big team player so I did not want even a shred of a smile to appear on my face, so I stared at the ground after "good-gaming" the other team. As I am walking off the field I am approached by a guy in a Hawaiian shirt who starts talking to me about the game. Not to brag but I was known for being a very good player in high school and this was a frequent thing to be approached by fans after the game. He explained how that was an "amazing display of football" and how he was buying land up in Georgia soon (Where my school is located) and he hopes to watch me play more. I shrug, giving him a couple nods here and there but for the most part try to seem as somber as possible. I see my girlfriend and family, thank the gentleman, then jog over to them. About thirty minutes later we are watching a recap of the game at an IHOP. I happen to glance up at the screen to see us walking off the field from before, then I notice the man in the Hawaiian shirt. It was Dan "The Man" Marino. It turns out his daughter attended the opposing school and he frequents sidelines of the games. As a Dolphins fan, I immediately face-palmed and swore I would never let something like that happen to me again. Unfortunately, that was not the last time it happened...
TL:DR I snubbed one of my favorite NFL football stars of all time.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9ajpg | I know it's late but hopefully someone will get a kick out of this;
So my senior year of high school my football team (ranked 6 in the country) played a team out of Florida (ranked 1 in the country) on ESPN. It was a hard fought game that we ended up losing. I was awarded with player of the game for my team and I knew I had a really good game and that many scouts were watching. However, I am a big team player so I did not want even a shred of a smile to appear on my face, so I stared at the ground after "good-gaming" the other team. As I am walking off the field I am approached by a guy in a Hawaiian shirt who starts talking to me about the game. Not to brag but I was known for being a very good player in high school and this was a frequent thing to be approached by fans after the game. He explained how that was an "amazing display of football" and how he was buying land up in Georgia soon (Where my school is located) and he hopes to watch me play more. I shrug, giving him a couple nods here and there but for the most part try to seem as somber as possible. I see my girlfriend and family, thank the gentleman, then jog over to them. About thirty minutes later we are watching a recap of the game at an IHOP. I happen to glance up at the screen to see us walking off the field from before, then I notice the man in the Hawaiian shirt. It was Dan "The Man" Marino. It turns out his daughter attended the opposing school and he frequents sidelines of the games. As a Dolphins fan, I immediately face-palmed and swore I would never let something like that happen to me again. Unfortunately, that was not the last time it happened... | I snubbed one of my favorite NFL football stars of all time. |
feelingwiggly | This is definitely going to be buried, but this thread is the appropriate place for this story.
I used to work as a residential support worker for intellectually disabled adults. One day I got into work to find that one of the residents was in hospital, I think she had issues with breathing or something. So, I took the other residents to go visit her in hospital. She was in intensive care but she was doing alright. The intensive care room was quiet, and I could hear this raspy breathing coming from one of the sleeping patients on the other side of the room. It was a steady pace until we didn't hear it then all of a sudden we heard this raspy gurgling coming from the patient and all these alarms started going off and medical staff started rushing towards the patient. I quickly said goodbye to the sick resident and ushered the rest out of there. I don't think they were aware of what had happened, but I knew what I heard was a death rattle. It was creepy and the memory has stuck with me ever since.
TL;DR: I heard a death rattle | This is definitely going to be buried, but this thread is the appropriate place for this story.
I used to work as a residential support worker for intellectually disabled adults. One day I got into work to find that one of the residents was in hospital, I think she had issues with breathing or something. So, I took the other residents to go visit her in hospital. She was in intensive care but she was doing alright. The intensive care room was quiet, and I could hear this raspy breathing coming from one of the sleeping patients on the other side of the room. It was a steady pace until we didn't hear it then all of a sudden we heard this raspy gurgling coming from the patient and all these alarms started going off and medical staff started rushing towards the patient. I quickly said goodbye to the sick resident and ushered the rest out of there. I don't think they were aware of what had happened, but I knew what I heard was a death rattle. It was creepy and the memory has stuck with me ever since.
TL;DR: I heard a death rattle
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9au18 | This is definitely going to be buried, but this thread is the appropriate place for this story.
I used to work as a residential support worker for intellectually disabled adults. One day I got into work to find that one of the residents was in hospital, I think she had issues with breathing or something. So, I took the other residents to go visit her in hospital. She was in intensive care but she was doing alright. The intensive care room was quiet, and I could hear this raspy breathing coming from one of the sleeping patients on the other side of the room. It was a steady pace until we didn't hear it then all of a sudden we heard this raspy gurgling coming from the patient and all these alarms started going off and medical staff started rushing towards the patient. I quickly said goodbye to the sick resident and ushered the rest out of there. I don't think they were aware of what had happened, but I knew what I heard was a death rattle. It was creepy and the memory has stuck with me ever since. | I heard a death rattle |
mahinalani | At my old middle school they have this rule that the students (sixth, seventh, and eight grade) have to sit in a line outside their classroom doors before school starts.
This all started my eight grade year because I caught about six of the meaner, "popular" girls picking in this new girl in the bathroom. They literally had her cornered. I never had been too fond of them so I yelled and defended the new girl, even pushed one of the popular girls' head into the bathroom wall when she got too close to my face. After they walked out, I asked the girl if she was alright and started to walk to class. When I reached my locker the girl's whose head I had slammed into the wall pushed me from behind and when I turned around there were more of then than there had been in our previous encounter. I punched the girl in the nose, breaking it and got bombarded by several slaps, fists, and scratches before a teacher broke it up.
From that day on, we needed to sit outside our classes before school started. Every time I would go back to the middle school to speak (I was a volunteer for the language program), I would apologize to the students for being the reason they have to wait for class to start like elementary schoolers.
TLDR: I am the reason my old middle school makes all their students sit in a line outside their class before school starts. | At my old middle school they have this rule that the students (sixth, seventh, and eight grade) have to sit in a line outside their classroom doors before school starts.
This all started my eight grade year because I caught about six of the meaner, "popular" girls picking in this new girl in the bathroom. They literally had her cornered. I never had been too fond of them so I yelled and defended the new girl, even pushed one of the popular girls' head into the bathroom wall when she got too close to my face. After they walked out, I asked the girl if she was alright and started to walk to class. When I reached my locker the girl's whose head I had slammed into the wall pushed me from behind and when I turned around there were more of then than there had been in our previous encounter. I punched the girl in the nose, breaking it and got bombarded by several slaps, fists, and scratches before a teacher broke it up.
From that day on, we needed to sit outside our classes before school started. Every time I would go back to the middle school to speak (I was a volunteer for the language program), I would apologize to the students for being the reason they have to wait for class to start like elementary schoolers.
TLDR: I am the reason my old middle school makes all their students sit in a line outside their class before school starts.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9auhw | At my old middle school they have this rule that the students (sixth, seventh, and eight grade) have to sit in a line outside their classroom doors before school starts.
This all started my eight grade year because I caught about six of the meaner, "popular" girls picking in this new girl in the bathroom. They literally had her cornered. I never had been too fond of them so I yelled and defended the new girl, even pushed one of the popular girls' head into the bathroom wall when she got too close to my face. After they walked out, I asked the girl if she was alright and started to walk to class. When I reached my locker the girl's whose head I had slammed into the wall pushed me from behind and when I turned around there were more of then than there had been in our previous encounter. I punched the girl in the nose, breaking it and got bombarded by several slaps, fists, and scratches before a teacher broke it up.
From that day on, we needed to sit outside our classes before school started. Every time I would go back to the middle school to speak (I was a volunteer for the language program), I would apologize to the students for being the reason they have to wait for class to start like elementary schoolers. | I am the reason my old middle school makes all their students sit in a line outside their class before school starts. |
Sillyboosters | I have a special needs sister. We were at a big blow up slide center (where they have crap tons of inflatable slides,obstacle courses, bouncy houses etc.) we were waiting in line to go down the tall slide, there are two slides down. My sis goes down one, then a kid waits for the other one holding up the line, another kid asks "dude why aren't you going down the other one?!?" To which dickface (which I refer to him as) replied "a retard went down that slide, I don't want to get retarded" I then promptly tapped the kid on the shoulder and said "retardation isn't contagious, your ignorance is, then pushed him down the slide. As a 10 year old then, best moment ever.
TL;DR: Dumb kid didn't go down a slide because my sister is special needs, I showed him the way down.
Edit: Spelling. And I think people thought I'm still 10 | I have a special needs sister. We were at a big blow up slide center (where they have crap tons of inflatable slides,obstacle courses, bouncy houses etc.) we were waiting in line to go down the tall slide, there are two slides down. My sis goes down one, then a kid waits for the other one holding up the line, another kid asks "dude why aren't you going down the other one?!?" To which dickface (which I refer to him as) replied "a retard went down that slide, I don't want to get retarded" I then promptly tapped the kid on the shoulder and said "retardation isn't contagious, your ignorance is, then pushed him down the slide. As a 10 year old then, best moment ever.
TL;DR: Dumb kid didn't go down a slide because my sister is special needs, I showed him the way down.
Edit: Spelling. And I think people thought I'm still 10
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9avjw | I have a special needs sister. We were at a big blow up slide center (where they have crap tons of inflatable slides,obstacle courses, bouncy houses etc.) we were waiting in line to go down the tall slide, there are two slides down. My sis goes down one, then a kid waits for the other one holding up the line, another kid asks "dude why aren't you going down the other one?!?" To which dickface (which I refer to him as) replied "a retard went down that slide, I don't want to get retarded" I then promptly tapped the kid on the shoulder and said "retardation isn't contagious, your ignorance is, then pushed him down the slide. As a 10 year old then, best moment ever. | Dumb kid didn't go down a slide because my sister is special needs, I showed him the way down.
Edit: Spelling. And I think people thought I'm still 10 |
sinsinsalabim | In my first year of college I began dating one of my room mates, eventually she moved into my room and we had an official relationship going. She had mentioned previously that as a child she had an imaginary friend named Zara, that at times she would worry her mother by speaking as Zara and not as Jackie (my gf). This was all I knew in relation to what would soon happen. One night me and Jackie had a huge argument, we had a very self-destructive relationship but still deeply loved each other, this however was an instance where we both just exploded. Over the course of the night and the next day Jackie was in bed, suffering from what could only be described as a severe mental spell, visibly anguished and not able to do much else but sleep. Between sleeps she mentioned her mother would be sending her medication she took as a child for when this sort of thing happened. I didn't think much of it until the next night we were in bed together when I was awoken by Jackie as Zara. Literally mannerisms, accent, personality, even her eyes were now taken over by a completely different person named Zara, claiming to be another personality within Jackie. I freaked out and assumed Jackie had been possessed or something, causing Zara to flee, her exit which would later always be reminiscent of a cliche hollywood portrayal of someones mind switching. Asking Jackie about it over the course of the next few days was not successful, she would brush it off and was quite clearly in denial about the whole thing. Over time Zara reappeared, we got to know each other, even slept together, I'm embarrassed to say I even liked her better than Jackie. Things started to get really weird when Zara talked about wanting her own life, her own boyfriend etc, her self-awareness of her own existence was pretty unsettling and at times she would come out in public and ask to be taken places, Jackie always having no memory of how she got somewhere after this happening. Jackie Zara Bettie-May Smith was Jackies full name, the latter two parts of her middle name also being personalities I met over time, Bettie and May being twins. Bettie was mute, a child, and could only write things in French (an aspect of Jackie being that she learnt French in high school). I tried learning French to cater to this, later giving up when deciphering Betties scribbles to English proving always to be nonsensical. May I only met once. May was feared, according to Zara who was a spokesperson for all 3, by both Zara and Bettie and I understood why. The time I did meet May a very arrogant, cool and collected person with their eyes closed surfaced, swatting my hand away and shaking their index finger when touching her, smiling psychotically. This personality screamed a 'don't fuck with me or I'll throw you through a wall' vibe and had me afraid to even move when she surfaced. So! Jackie very clearly had Dissociative Identity Disorder, or in layman, Split Personality Disorder, often caused by a traumatic experience in childhood - hers being from sexual abuse. Summer came and I moved back in with my parents, she had quit her studies now so got her own place with room mates who after only a few days accused her of stealing money from them. The cops were involved, she was kicked out and moved in with me and my parents, her swearing she was innocent and us feeling very sorry and believing her. The new study year started, I went back whilst she stayed to live with my parents, overstaying for about a year before finally moving out. In the now empty room she was in my Mum found a police report of her admitting to stealing the money. When confronted about it she denied everything, we broke up soon after. Its important to know that Jackies family were somewhere overseas, her being a foreigner to my country for a reason I could never get out of her. About a year later I heard through some friends she had turned up at the door of that after she had left, police came over and explained that she had in fact been a suspected criminal for several years and was now on the run. In retrospect, none of what she told me about her background fitted together. However, having pieced together different pieces over the years from parts of what she told me I am fairly certain that this is what happened: She was abused as a kid, formed several personalities, one of these being extremely violent, May, put another kid in hospital for life over something petty, Jackie was then made to live overseas away from that mess to stay with a family friend who I had met though never understood why/how the arrangement came to be, from then on she was in denial about her past, repurposing events and stories to her pleasing, fooling even me, her boyfriend of a solid year and a half. I don't know what unfolded in regards to her criminal activities but its my understanding she now has a kid and I hope, is happy and more settled mentally.
TL;DR I broke my girlfriend whose various split personalities over time emerged, my family and I then got caught in the shit storm of lies and confusion that was her life. | In my first year of college I began dating one of my room mates, eventually she moved into my room and we had an official relationship going. She had mentioned previously that as a child she had an imaginary friend named Zara, that at times she would worry her mother by speaking as Zara and not as Jackie (my gf). This was all I knew in relation to what would soon happen. One night me and Jackie had a huge argument, we had a very self-destructive relationship but still deeply loved each other, this however was an instance where we both just exploded. Over the course of the night and the next day Jackie was in bed, suffering from what could only be described as a severe mental spell, visibly anguished and not able to do much else but sleep. Between sleeps she mentioned her mother would be sending her medication she took as a child for when this sort of thing happened. I didn't think much of it until the next night we were in bed together when I was awoken by Jackie as Zara. Literally mannerisms, accent, personality, even her eyes were now taken over by a completely different person named Zara, claiming to be another personality within Jackie. I freaked out and assumed Jackie had been possessed or something, causing Zara to flee, her exit which would later always be reminiscent of a cliche hollywood portrayal of someones mind switching. Asking Jackie about it over the course of the next few days was not successful, she would brush it off and was quite clearly in denial about the whole thing. Over time Zara reappeared, we got to know each other, even slept together, I'm embarrassed to say I even liked her better than Jackie. Things started to get really weird when Zara talked about wanting her own life, her own boyfriend etc, her self-awareness of her own existence was pretty unsettling and at times she would come out in public and ask to be taken places, Jackie always having no memory of how she got somewhere after this happening. Jackie Zara Bettie-May Smith was Jackies full name, the latter two parts of her middle name also being personalities I met over time, Bettie and May being twins. Bettie was mute, a child, and could only write things in French (an aspect of Jackie being that she learnt French in high school). I tried learning French to cater to this, later giving up when deciphering Betties scribbles to English proving always to be nonsensical. May I only met once. May was feared, according to Zara who was a spokesperson for all 3, by both Zara and Bettie and I understood why. The time I did meet May a very arrogant, cool and collected person with their eyes closed surfaced, swatting my hand away and shaking their index finger when touching her, smiling psychotically. This personality screamed a 'don't fuck with me or I'll throw you through a wall' vibe and had me afraid to even move when she surfaced. So! Jackie very clearly had Dissociative Identity Disorder, or in layman, Split Personality Disorder, often caused by a traumatic experience in childhood - hers being from sexual abuse. Summer came and I moved back in with my parents, she had quit her studies now so got her own place with room mates who after only a few days accused her of stealing money from them. The cops were involved, she was kicked out and moved in with me and my parents, her swearing she was innocent and us feeling very sorry and believing her. The new study year started, I went back whilst she stayed to live with my parents, overstaying for about a year before finally moving out. In the now empty room she was in my Mum found a police report of her admitting to stealing the money. When confronted about it she denied everything, we broke up soon after. Its important to know that Jackies family were somewhere overseas, her being a foreigner to my country for a reason I could never get out of her. About a year later I heard through some friends she had turned up at the door of that after she had left, police came over and explained that she had in fact been a suspected criminal for several years and was now on the run. In retrospect, none of what she told me about her background fitted together. However, having pieced together different pieces over the years from parts of what she told me I am fairly certain that this is what happened: She was abused as a kid, formed several personalities, one of these being extremely violent, May, put another kid in hospital for life over something petty, Jackie was then made to live overseas away from that mess to stay with a family friend who I had met though never understood why/how the arrangement came to be, from then on she was in denial about her past, repurposing events and stories to her pleasing, fooling even me, her boyfriend of a solid year and a half. I don't know what unfolded in regards to her criminal activities but its my understanding she now has a kid and I hope, is happy and more settled mentally.
TL;DR I broke my girlfriend whose various split personalities over time emerged, my family and I then got caught in the shit storm of lies and confusion that was her life.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9c4ik | In my first year of college I began dating one of my room mates, eventually she moved into my room and we had an official relationship going. She had mentioned previously that as a child she had an imaginary friend named Zara, that at times she would worry her mother by speaking as Zara and not as Jackie (my gf). This was all I knew in relation to what would soon happen. One night me and Jackie had a huge argument, we had a very self-destructive relationship but still deeply loved each other, this however was an instance where we both just exploded. Over the course of the night and the next day Jackie was in bed, suffering from what could only be described as a severe mental spell, visibly anguished and not able to do much else but sleep. Between sleeps she mentioned her mother would be sending her medication she took as a child for when this sort of thing happened. I didn't think much of it until the next night we were in bed together when I was awoken by Jackie as Zara. Literally mannerisms, accent, personality, even her eyes were now taken over by a completely different person named Zara, claiming to be another personality within Jackie. I freaked out and assumed Jackie had been possessed or something, causing Zara to flee, her exit which would later always be reminiscent of a cliche hollywood portrayal of someones mind switching. Asking Jackie about it over the course of the next few days was not successful, she would brush it off and was quite clearly in denial about the whole thing. Over time Zara reappeared, we got to know each other, even slept together, I'm embarrassed to say I even liked her better than Jackie. Things started to get really weird when Zara talked about wanting her own life, her own boyfriend etc, her self-awareness of her own existence was pretty unsettling and at times she would come out in public and ask to be taken places, Jackie always having no memory of how she got somewhere after this happening. Jackie Zara Bettie-May Smith was Jackies full name, the latter two parts of her middle name also being personalities I met over time, Bettie and May being twins. Bettie was mute, a child, and could only write things in French (an aspect of Jackie being that she learnt French in high school). I tried learning French to cater to this, later giving up when deciphering Betties scribbles to English proving always to be nonsensical. May I only met once. May was feared, according to Zara who was a spokesperson for all 3, by both Zara and Bettie and I understood why. The time I did meet May a very arrogant, cool and collected person with their eyes closed surfaced, swatting my hand away and shaking their index finger when touching her, smiling psychotically. This personality screamed a 'don't fuck with me or I'll throw you through a wall' vibe and had me afraid to even move when she surfaced. So! Jackie very clearly had Dissociative Identity Disorder, or in layman, Split Personality Disorder, often caused by a traumatic experience in childhood - hers being from sexual abuse. Summer came and I moved back in with my parents, she had quit her studies now so got her own place with room mates who after only a few days accused her of stealing money from them. The cops were involved, she was kicked out and moved in with me and my parents, her swearing she was innocent and us feeling very sorry and believing her. The new study year started, I went back whilst she stayed to live with my parents, overstaying for about a year before finally moving out. In the now empty room she was in my Mum found a police report of her admitting to stealing the money. When confronted about it she denied everything, we broke up soon after. Its important to know that Jackies family were somewhere overseas, her being a foreigner to my country for a reason I could never get out of her. About a year later I heard through some friends she had turned up at the door of that after she had left, police came over and explained that she had in fact been a suspected criminal for several years and was now on the run. In retrospect, none of what she told me about her background fitted together. However, having pieced together different pieces over the years from parts of what she told me I am fairly certain that this is what happened: She was abused as a kid, formed several personalities, one of these being extremely violent, May, put another kid in hospital for life over something petty, Jackie was then made to live overseas away from that mess to stay with a family friend who I had met though never understood why/how the arrangement came to be, from then on she was in denial about her past, repurposing events and stories to her pleasing, fooling even me, her boyfriend of a solid year and a half. I don't know what unfolded in regards to her criminal activities but its my understanding she now has a kid and I hope, is happy and more settled mentally. | I broke my girlfriend whose various split personalities over time emerged, my family and I then got caught in the shit storm of lies and confusion that was her life. |
Gary_W_Isadouche | Similar story...6th grade, This big fucking 6th grader in my class was an uber-douche, he was really tall and was very buff for his age. My brother was in the 7th grade at the time and heard about him picking on me and my sister, over the course of 6 months. My brother was always shorter than I, but I was young, very slender and didn't have a spine then. My parents dropped my sister and I off and we had to get in line because morning recess was ending and class was starting soon. I had left a book i needed for class and My mom had my older brother run it to me. Now this asshole named Gary was always a smart mouth, I ended up telling a fib to Gary that my brother was in a gang (this couldn't be farther from the truth, he was a nerd, wore glasses dressed very hipster before hipster was even a term) I digress. As my brother hands me my book and starts to walk back towards the parking lot, Gary mouths off :Hey Mike (not my brothers name) , you gonna get your gang to come and beat me up? Now keep in mind, my sister had been pushed to the ground by Gary the previous day and my brother had heard about it. My brother walked straight up in front of my entire class + the other 5 classes that were lined up (5th and 6th graders) to him as Gary opened his mouth 'What ya gonna do poor Mike!" (we were known to be poor, its true) and proceeded to unleash a flurry of left-right-lefts at his face, Now Gary was getting wailed on and I looked at my friend as his eyes are opening wider and smile is growing bigger and he saying dude Your brother is kicking his ass! Gary was a big guy and was knocked out for a brief second, as he was knocked out he fell forward onto my brother, by that time the teachers were pulling them apart, Now Gary was literally unconscious and came to as the teachers were lifting him up. He and all his douchey friends tried to claim that Gary won the fight. But anyone who witnessed the entire thing knew the truth, Gary got his ass kicked. I was approached by classmates after Gary and my brother got hauled off as if the wicked witch of the west had just been slain.
TL:DR: One of the best days in my life watching my older brother kick the shit out of a long-term bully of mine in front of my entire classmates. He never picked on me again.
My brother got a slap on the wrist because Gary had antagonized him. Plus the principle knew Gary was an asshole.
Hey Gary W. I think you live in seattle now, If you're reading this, you were a big prick and a douchebag but I forgive you. | Similar story...6th grade, This big fucking 6th grader in my class was an uber-douche, he was really tall and was very buff for his age. My brother was in the 7th grade at the time and heard about him picking on me and my sister, over the course of 6 months. My brother was always shorter than I, but I was young, very slender and didn't have a spine then. My parents dropped my sister and I off and we had to get in line because morning recess was ending and class was starting soon. I had left a book i needed for class and My mom had my older brother run it to me. Now this asshole named Gary was always a smart mouth, I ended up telling a fib to Gary that my brother was in a gang (this couldn't be farther from the truth, he was a nerd, wore glasses dressed very hipster before hipster was even a term) I digress. As my brother hands me my book and starts to walk back towards the parking lot, Gary mouths off :Hey Mike (not my brothers name) , you gonna get your gang to come and beat me up? Now keep in mind, my sister had been pushed to the ground by Gary the previous day and my brother had heard about it. My brother walked straight up in front of my entire class + the other 5 classes that were lined up (5th and 6th graders) to him as Gary opened his mouth 'What ya gonna do poor Mike!" (we were known to be poor, its true) and proceeded to unleash a flurry of left-right-lefts at his face, Now Gary was getting wailed on and I looked at my friend as his eyes are opening wider and smile is growing bigger and he saying dude Your brother is kicking his ass! Gary was a big guy and was knocked out for a brief second, as he was knocked out he fell forward onto my brother, by that time the teachers were pulling them apart, Now Gary was literally unconscious and came to as the teachers were lifting him up. He and all his douchey friends tried to claim that Gary won the fight. But anyone who witnessed the entire thing knew the truth, Gary got his ass kicked. I was approached by classmates after Gary and my brother got hauled off as if the wicked witch of the west had just been slain.
TL:DR: One of the best days in my life watching my older brother kick the shit out of a long-term bully of mine in front of my entire classmates. He never picked on me again.
My brother got a slap on the wrist because Gary had antagonized him. Plus the principle knew Gary was an asshole.
Hey Gary W. I think you live in seattle now, If you're reading this, you were a big prick and a douchebag but I forgive you.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9ch2f | Similar story...6th grade, This big fucking 6th grader in my class was an uber-douche, he was really tall and was very buff for his age. My brother was in the 7th grade at the time and heard about him picking on me and my sister, over the course of 6 months. My brother was always shorter than I, but I was young, very slender and didn't have a spine then. My parents dropped my sister and I off and we had to get in line because morning recess was ending and class was starting soon. I had left a book i needed for class and My mom had my older brother run it to me. Now this asshole named Gary was always a smart mouth, I ended up telling a fib to Gary that my brother was in a gang (this couldn't be farther from the truth, he was a nerd, wore glasses dressed very hipster before hipster was even a term) I digress. As my brother hands me my book and starts to walk back towards the parking lot, Gary mouths off :Hey Mike (not my brothers name) , you gonna get your gang to come and beat me up? Now keep in mind, my sister had been pushed to the ground by Gary the previous day and my brother had heard about it. My brother walked straight up in front of my entire class + the other 5 classes that were lined up (5th and 6th graders) to him as Gary opened his mouth 'What ya gonna do poor Mike!" (we were known to be poor, its true) and proceeded to unleash a flurry of left-right-lefts at his face, Now Gary was getting wailed on and I looked at my friend as his eyes are opening wider and smile is growing bigger and he saying dude Your brother is kicking his ass! Gary was a big guy and was knocked out for a brief second, as he was knocked out he fell forward onto my brother, by that time the teachers were pulling them apart, Now Gary was literally unconscious and came to as the teachers were lifting him up. He and all his douchey friends tried to claim that Gary won the fight. But anyone who witnessed the entire thing knew the truth, Gary got his ass kicked. I was approached by classmates after Gary and my brother got hauled off as if the wicked witch of the west had just been slain. | One of the best days in my life watching my older brother kick the shit out of a long-term bully of mine in front of my entire classmates. He never picked on me again.
My brother got a slap on the wrist because Gary had antagonized him. Plus the principle knew Gary was an asshole.
Hey Gary W. I think you live in seattle now, If you're reading this, you were a big prick and a douchebag but I forgive you. |
fortgarrison | WOO very late to the party but here it goes.
i work for a pizza place called Little Caesar's, home of the $5 one topping pizza ;D, and at my location a brand new King Soopers opened up cause a vast increase in customers. the franchise owner wanted to use this to get even more customers so more advertisement! this included giant balloons and crazy bread and caesar costumes for people to dance in on street corners.
workers were mostly chosen at random to be the ones to go out in the costumes so when it came my turn it had been used by quite a few people. it was a foam deathtrap! outside it was early july and temperatures above 80 degrees, probobly above 90, but inside the costume it was easily over 100 degrees. it also smelled like puke and sweat.... god aweful thing to be inside
so now that you can imagine what it was like, well i had 3 hours of dancing on a street corner in the deathtrap, about 15 minutes before my shift ended i was at the intrsection dancing and i hear a crash and a screech. instinctivly i turn towords the sound and see a car heading directly twords me. if he hadnt stopped i woulda been a gonner. luckily the driver slammed on his breaks in time.
what had happened was driver A had a green light and was crossibg the intersection when driver B ran a red light, smashed into his car turning it twords me and it kept going. the first thing i remember doing was taking off my giant crazybread costume and running to driver A to make sure everyone was alright. in the car was a man and his daughter which really worried me because the collision sounded very hard, she was about 8 years old it looked and could have been seriously hurt if she had been sitting at the other window.
so at this time i was the only person who ran to the car (in clown shoes and bright orange pants) to make sure everyone was alright, and i was the only one untill the police came that actually did anything. kinda concerning how people just watched.
TL;DR: i became an honorary member of the crazy bread first response unit!
| WOO very late to the party but here it goes.
i work for a pizza place called Little Caesar's, home of the $5 one topping pizza ;D, and at my location a brand new King Soopers opened up cause a vast increase in customers. the franchise owner wanted to use this to get even more customers so more advertisement! this included giant balloons and crazy bread and caesar costumes for people to dance in on street corners.
workers were mostly chosen at random to be the ones to go out in the costumes so when it came my turn it had been used by quite a few people. it was a foam deathtrap! outside it was early july and temperatures above 80 degrees, probobly above 90, but inside the costume it was easily over 100 degrees. it also smelled like puke and sweat.... god aweful thing to be inside
so now that you can imagine what it was like, well i had 3 hours of dancing on a street corner in the deathtrap, about 15 minutes before my shift ended i was at the intrsection dancing and i hear a crash and a screech. instinctivly i turn towords the sound and see a car heading directly twords me. if he hadnt stopped i woulda been a gonner. luckily the driver slammed on his breaks in time.
what had happened was driver A had a green light and was crossibg the intersection when driver B ran a red light, smashed into his car turning it twords me and it kept going. the first thing i remember doing was taking off my giant crazybread costume and running to driver A to make sure everyone was alright. in the car was a man and his daughter which really worried me because the collision sounded very hard, she was about 8 years old it looked and could have been seriously hurt if she had been sitting at the other window.
so at this time i was the only person who ran to the car (in clown shoes and bright orange pants) to make sure everyone was alright, and i was the only one untill the police came that actually did anything. kinda concerning how people just watched.
TL;DR: i became an honorary member of the crazy bread first response unit!
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9ctto | WOO very late to the party but here it goes.
i work for a pizza place called Little Caesar's, home of the $5 one topping pizza ;D, and at my location a brand new King Soopers opened up cause a vast increase in customers. the franchise owner wanted to use this to get even more customers so more advertisement! this included giant balloons and crazy bread and caesar costumes for people to dance in on street corners.
workers were mostly chosen at random to be the ones to go out in the costumes so when it came my turn it had been used by quite a few people. it was a foam deathtrap! outside it was early july and temperatures above 80 degrees, probobly above 90, but inside the costume it was easily over 100 degrees. it also smelled like puke and sweat.... god aweful thing to be inside
so now that you can imagine what it was like, well i had 3 hours of dancing on a street corner in the deathtrap, about 15 minutes before my shift ended i was at the intrsection dancing and i hear a crash and a screech. instinctivly i turn towords the sound and see a car heading directly twords me. if he hadnt stopped i woulda been a gonner. luckily the driver slammed on his breaks in time.
what had happened was driver A had a green light and was crossibg the intersection when driver B ran a red light, smashed into his car turning it twords me and it kept going. the first thing i remember doing was taking off my giant crazybread costume and running to driver A to make sure everyone was alright. in the car was a man and his daughter which really worried me because the collision sounded very hard, she was about 8 years old it looked and could have been seriously hurt if she had been sitting at the other window.
so at this time i was the only person who ran to the car (in clown shoes and bright orange pants) to make sure everyone was alright, and i was the only one untill the police came that actually did anything. kinda concerning how people just watched. | i became an honorary member of the crazy bread first response unit! |
adamczuk | This will more than likely get lost to the ether but here's my funniest/most embarrassing story.
I was 18, over visiting my girlfriend at her parents house. We were getting up to some shenanigans (read: I was knuckle deep) when I had the worst stomach cramps I have ever had in my life. The pain was such that it caused my hand to 'claw' nearly ripping my girlfriend inside out.
Now, this subsided and left behind the urgent need to shit. Knowing my own body I knew it was going to be explosive so I decided to phone a taxi and go home in favour of sullying her parents throne.
This plan is sound except for one crucial part, her mother is a fucking gobshite. I get to the front door about to leave when she creeps up behind me and starts talking about something stupid (I think it was something about wine).
Anyways this whole time the urge to shit is getting stronger until it reaches critical levels at which point I -mid-sentence- dash into the toilet right by where she is standing, barely get the door closed and as I'm sitting down, as my ass is at that crucial angle, I erupt. Spewing liquid ass-lava all over the cistern and back wall of the toilet.
I heard the mother mumble something and walk away. I spent an hour, two rolls of shit-tickets and countless flushes to get the thing clean. I then left without a word.
TL;DR: Clawed girlfriends insides, shit all over the toilet in front of mum. | This will more than likely get lost to the ether but here's my funniest/most embarrassing story.
I was 18, over visiting my girlfriend at her parents house. We were getting up to some shenanigans (read: I was knuckle deep) when I had the worst stomach cramps I have ever had in my life. The pain was such that it caused my hand to 'claw' nearly ripping my girlfriend inside out.
Now, this subsided and left behind the urgent need to shit. Knowing my own body I knew it was going to be explosive so I decided to phone a taxi and go home in favour of sullying her parents throne.
This plan is sound except for one crucial part, her mother is a fucking gobshite. I get to the front door about to leave when she creeps up behind me and starts talking about something stupid (I think it was something about wine).
Anyways this whole time the urge to shit is getting stronger until it reaches critical levels at which point I -mid-sentence- dash into the toilet right by where she is standing, barely get the door closed and as I'm sitting down, as my ass is at that crucial angle, I erupt. Spewing liquid ass-lava all over the cistern and back wall of the toilet.
I heard the mother mumble something and walk away. I spent an hour, two rolls of shit-tickets and countless flushes to get the thing clean. I then left without a word.
TL;DR: Clawed girlfriends insides, shit all over the toilet in front of mum.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9cuq5 | This will more than likely get lost to the ether but here's my funniest/most embarrassing story.
I was 18, over visiting my girlfriend at her parents house. We were getting up to some shenanigans (read: I was knuckle deep) when I had the worst stomach cramps I have ever had in my life. The pain was such that it caused my hand to 'claw' nearly ripping my girlfriend inside out.
Now, this subsided and left behind the urgent need to shit. Knowing my own body I knew it was going to be explosive so I decided to phone a taxi and go home in favour of sullying her parents throne.
This plan is sound except for one crucial part, her mother is a fucking gobshite. I get to the front door about to leave when she creeps up behind me and starts talking about something stupid (I think it was something about wine).
Anyways this whole time the urge to shit is getting stronger until it reaches critical levels at which point I -mid-sentence- dash into the toilet right by where she is standing, barely get the door closed and as I'm sitting down, as my ass is at that crucial angle, I erupt. Spewing liquid ass-lava all over the cistern and back wall of the toilet.
I heard the mother mumble something and walk away. I spent an hour, two rolls of shit-tickets and countless flushes to get the thing clean. I then left without a word. | Clawed girlfriends insides, shit all over the toilet in front of mum. |
Qtwentyseven | This story sounds so unbelievable, but it happened.
As a kid, little metal stuff held my interest. I would pick up whatever from the street. Nuts & bolts & whatever.
One day I was walking to the bus stop to go to school. I was in third grade at the time. I noticed a small cylindrical metal thing, about two inches, lying on the pavement. I grabbed it & put it in my pocket.
That day was a watch movies & eat snacks day. Just as things were starting, I asked to go to the bathroom. Since it was so close to the classroom I was allowed to go alone. There was another class being escorted by their teacher going to the bathroom at the time.
I went to the bathroom to clean the metal thing. As I was cleaning it, the teacher asked me who my teacher was. I told her, & she walked me to the classroom. She got my teacher & asked her f the metal thing was part of a gun, she said yes. I couldn't believe it.
I was sitting in the office in denial. I was a good kid, I couldn't believe this was happening! The counselor talked to me & told me everything would be alright. She knew me well, since I went to a weekly thing for kids who had divorced parents. (I only really went for the yearly pizza party.) She said she would tell the principal I was a good kid.
So once they were done talking, the principal talked to me. He asked if anyone in my family owned guns. I said no, even though my dad did as he worked in law enforcement. I didn't want to get him in trouble? I dunno.
Then the principal told me it was a "rocket launcher bullet". He asked where I got it. I told him it was on the road outside a neighbor's house. Some old guy. I was being told about how it could've exploded. Meanwhile I'm just imagining this old guy sitting on a lawn chair in his garage, surrounded by ammo crates & grunts wielding rocket launchers.
Well I was let off the hook, & had the movie day ruined for me.
It wasn't until middle school that I learned that what I was told was a rocket launcher bullet was in fact a Co2 cartridge. We used them to propel little wooden racecars.
TL;DR: Brought a metal thing to school that I found on the way to the bus stop in 3rd grade, teachers thought it was part of a gun, was told by the principal it was a rocket launcher bullet. Learned 3 years later that it was a Co2 cartridge. | This story sounds so unbelievable, but it happened.
As a kid, little metal stuff held my interest. I would pick up whatever from the street. Nuts & bolts & whatever.
One day I was walking to the bus stop to go to school. I was in third grade at the time. I noticed a small cylindrical metal thing, about two inches, lying on the pavement. I grabbed it & put it in my pocket.
That day was a watch movies & eat snacks day. Just as things were starting, I asked to go to the bathroom. Since it was so close to the classroom I was allowed to go alone. There was another class being escorted by their teacher going to the bathroom at the time.
I went to the bathroom to clean the metal thing. As I was cleaning it, the teacher asked me who my teacher was. I told her, & she walked me to the classroom. She got my teacher & asked her f the metal thing was part of a gun, she said yes. I couldn't believe it.
I was sitting in the office in denial. I was a good kid, I couldn't believe this was happening! The counselor talked to me & told me everything would be alright. She knew me well, since I went to a weekly thing for kids who had divorced parents. (I only really went for the yearly pizza party.) She said she would tell the principal I was a good kid.
So once they were done talking, the principal talked to me. He asked if anyone in my family owned guns. I said no, even though my dad did as he worked in law enforcement. I didn't want to get him in trouble? I dunno.
Then the principal told me it was a "rocket launcher bullet". He asked where I got it. I told him it was on the road outside a neighbor's house. Some old guy. I was being told about how it could've exploded. Meanwhile I'm just imagining this old guy sitting on a lawn chair in his garage, surrounded by ammo crates & grunts wielding rocket launchers.
Well I was let off the hook, & had the movie day ruined for me.
It wasn't until middle school that I learned that what I was told was a rocket launcher bullet was in fact a Co2 cartridge. We used them to propel little wooden racecars.
TL;DR: Brought a metal thing to school that I found on the way to the bus stop in 3rd grade, teachers thought it was part of a gun, was told by the principal it was a rocket launcher bullet. Learned 3 years later that it was a Co2 cartridge.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9cwk6 | This story sounds so unbelievable, but it happened.
As a kid, little metal stuff held my interest. I would pick up whatever from the street. Nuts & bolts & whatever.
One day I was walking to the bus stop to go to school. I was in third grade at the time. I noticed a small cylindrical metal thing, about two inches, lying on the pavement. I grabbed it & put it in my pocket.
That day was a watch movies & eat snacks day. Just as things were starting, I asked to go to the bathroom. Since it was so close to the classroom I was allowed to go alone. There was another class being escorted by their teacher going to the bathroom at the time.
I went to the bathroom to clean the metal thing. As I was cleaning it, the teacher asked me who my teacher was. I told her, & she walked me to the classroom. She got my teacher & asked her f the metal thing was part of a gun, she said yes. I couldn't believe it.
I was sitting in the office in denial. I was a good kid, I couldn't believe this was happening! The counselor talked to me & told me everything would be alright. She knew me well, since I went to a weekly thing for kids who had divorced parents. (I only really went for the yearly pizza party.) She said she would tell the principal I was a good kid.
So once they were done talking, the principal talked to me. He asked if anyone in my family owned guns. I said no, even though my dad did as he worked in law enforcement. I didn't want to get him in trouble? I dunno.
Then the principal told me it was a "rocket launcher bullet". He asked where I got it. I told him it was on the road outside a neighbor's house. Some old guy. I was being told about how it could've exploded. Meanwhile I'm just imagining this old guy sitting on a lawn chair in his garage, surrounded by ammo crates & grunts wielding rocket launchers.
Well I was let off the hook, & had the movie day ruined for me.
It wasn't until middle school that I learned that what I was told was a rocket launcher bullet was in fact a Co2 cartridge. We used them to propel little wooden racecars. | Brought a metal thing to school that I found on the way to the bus stop in 3rd grade, teachers thought it was part of a gun, was told by the principal it was a rocket launcher bullet. Learned 3 years later that it was a Co2 cartridge. |
Nerkos09 | when i was about 14 me and a couple of my friends decided to climb up on our schools roof and throw a FP3 firecracker down in a vent hole . when it exploded i swear all the people in the school ran out in like 30 seconds. there were police and firemen involved .
TLDR: threw firecracker in school vent hole, people got crazy scared, no school for a month(just a ton of homework) | when i was about 14 me and a couple of my friends decided to climb up on our schools roof and throw a FP3 firecracker down in a vent hole . when it exploded i swear all the people in the school ran out in like 30 seconds. there were police and firemen involved .
TLDR: threw firecracker in school vent hole, people got crazy scared, no school for a month(just a ton of homework)
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9ece7 | when i was about 14 me and a couple of my friends decided to climb up on our schools roof and throw a FP3 firecracker down in a vent hole . when it exploded i swear all the people in the school ran out in like 30 seconds. there were police and firemen involved . | threw firecracker in school vent hole, people got crazy scared, no school for a month(just a ton of homework) |
dragmehomenow | I'm a bit late, but here's my story.
A few months back, I was on the train home, leaning against the door, trying not to doze off. An old man in his late sixties comes up to me, and asks me if I was going to a certain station, because he really needed to sleep, and he was afraid he'd miss his stop.
I figured it wouldn't take too much effort, so I told him the truth. I was getting off before that, but I was willing to wake him up at my stop. He thanked me, then told me he was gonna try his luck with someone else, because he didn't want to bother me. I nodded, and continued watching the trees go past. Something about this man convinced me that something wasn't quite right, so I paused my music, and started to watch him.
The old man asked a few other people whether they would be going to his stop, and every single one of them would be getting off before me. Eventually, the man came back to me, and asked me to look out for him. I agreed. He went to his seat. Again, my gut told me I should look out for this man, and I followed him to his seat.
There was a tense silence, before he thanked me, and hesitantly asked if I could spare him $5. He explained it was his son's birthday, and he really wanted to get the little guy a gift. I grabbed my wallet, and passed him $6, since neither of us had change.
He thanked me profusely, and asked for contact information, so that he could return me the money. His clothes were dull, dirty, and old, and he looked overworked. I couldn't find a compelling reason to have him return the money. So, I refused.
When the seat next to him freed up, I took a seat next to him, and we started talking.
He told me he was an ex-convict (he helped smuggle duty-free cigarettes, and he was caught in customs), and he worked 3 jobs, for $5 an hour at all 3 jobs. His supervisor was of a different ethnicity, and discriminated against him, because of his race and his background. The other workers, who were the same race as his supervisor, could laze around on the job, and skip their shifts. The guy had to work 7 days a week, couldn't take a single day off, and routinely had his pay delayed for no rhyme or reason.
He had a wife and 2 children, one aged 12, and the other aged 10. The latter was autistic. His wife, a housewife, doesn't believe he works. She thinks he gambles, and spends what's left on alcohol. (At this point, the man was crying pretty hard, and he was blowing his nose really loudly.) He insists he's trying to change over a new leaf, but none of his siblings want to associate themselves with him. His elder sister promised to call him within 2 weeks to get him a job. She said that 2 months ago. She had changed her number since. They live hand to mouth, and his supervisor recently took an extended vacation. He hasn't been paid for a week, and he's currently living on a few slices of bread every morning, and lots of tap water.
He asked me if I could spare $10 for his son's cake, and I passed him $10. Again, he asked for my contact information, any way to return my money when things got better for him. I declined, and I told him it was a gift. He was fully aware he sounded like a scam artist, and insisted on being able to contact me. I shook my head, and told him I believed him.
He broke down again, as I reached my stop. He showed me a wound on his big toe, because he spilled some cleaning chemicals on it. There's a small band-aid over it, but it's painfully swollen. He could have avoided it, but he only has one article of footwear: a pair of sandals. The soles had long since worn off, and the straps look like they could snap any moment.
I went past my stop, and he kept telling me his story. A Vietnamese tourist stopped her stroller outside the female toilets (and their break room) to change her baby's diapers. He had went out to cover one of his co-workers, and in the interim, the guys in the break room stole the woman's wallet, and agreed to pin the blame on him, because of his criminal record. The woman threatened to report him to the police, but he begged her to drop the case if he would pay her $300 for the wallet and its contents. It was worth way more than that, but he wasn't exactly rich, and he knew he would lose his job (at the very least) if she went to the authorities, because of his criminal record. He begged his colleagues, went to his knees, and pleaded them not to sabotage him.
A guy sitting across us got up, and before getting off at his stop, fished out $10. He gave the old man a firm handshake, money in his palm, and looked him in the eyes with a kind expression. He left the money in his hand, and briskly got off the train.
We were nearly at his stop when he stopped talking, and pensively stared ahead. He sighed, his body visibly slouching, when he asked me whether he would be better off dead. I disagreed vehemently. His children still needed him, he was the only source of income, it would only appear to be an ignominious end to a crap life. He argued back, in a tired tone, that he could probably use his death to protect his family, and get them some money to last them for a while.
When we got off at his stop, he thanked me for listening to him speak for the whole train ride. He said, "Goodbye." I said, "See you next time."
I'm not sure whether I bid a con artist, a suicidal man, or a guy living a tragic life farewell.
tl;dr: I met a man, and listened to him. | I'm a bit late, but here's my story.
A few months back, I was on the train home, leaning against the door, trying not to doze off. An old man in his late sixties comes up to me, and asks me if I was going to a certain station, because he really needed to sleep, and he was afraid he'd miss his stop.
I figured it wouldn't take too much effort, so I told him the truth. I was getting off before that, but I was willing to wake him up at my stop. He thanked me, then told me he was gonna try his luck with someone else, because he didn't want to bother me. I nodded, and continued watching the trees go past. Something about this man convinced me that something wasn't quite right, so I paused my music, and started to watch him.
The old man asked a few other people whether they would be going to his stop, and every single one of them would be getting off before me. Eventually, the man came back to me, and asked me to look out for him. I agreed. He went to his seat. Again, my gut told me I should look out for this man, and I followed him to his seat.
There was a tense silence, before he thanked me, and hesitantly asked if I could spare him $5. He explained it was his son's birthday, and he really wanted to get the little guy a gift. I grabbed my wallet, and passed him $6, since neither of us had change.
He thanked me profusely, and asked for contact information, so that he could return me the money. His clothes were dull, dirty, and old, and he looked overworked. I couldn't find a compelling reason to have him return the money. So, I refused.
When the seat next to him freed up, I took a seat next to him, and we started talking.
He told me he was an ex-convict (he helped smuggle duty-free cigarettes, and he was caught in customs), and he worked 3 jobs, for $5 an hour at all 3 jobs. His supervisor was of a different ethnicity, and discriminated against him, because of his race and his background. The other workers, who were the same race as his supervisor, could laze around on the job, and skip their shifts. The guy had to work 7 days a week, couldn't take a single day off, and routinely had his pay delayed for no rhyme or reason.
He had a wife and 2 children, one aged 12, and the other aged 10. The latter was autistic. His wife, a housewife, doesn't believe he works. She thinks he gambles, and spends what's left on alcohol. (At this point, the man was crying pretty hard, and he was blowing his nose really loudly.) He insists he's trying to change over a new leaf, but none of his siblings want to associate themselves with him. His elder sister promised to call him within 2 weeks to get him a job. She said that 2 months ago. She had changed her number since. They live hand to mouth, and his supervisor recently took an extended vacation. He hasn't been paid for a week, and he's currently living on a few slices of bread every morning, and lots of tap water.
He asked me if I could spare $10 for his son's cake, and I passed him $10. Again, he asked for my contact information, any way to return my money when things got better for him. I declined, and I told him it was a gift. He was fully aware he sounded like a scam artist, and insisted on being able to contact me. I shook my head, and told him I believed him.
He broke down again, as I reached my stop. He showed me a wound on his big toe, because he spilled some cleaning chemicals on it. There's a small band-aid over it, but it's painfully swollen. He could have avoided it, but he only has one article of footwear: a pair of sandals. The soles had long since worn off, and the straps look like they could snap any moment.
I went past my stop, and he kept telling me his story. A Vietnamese tourist stopped her stroller outside the female toilets (and their break room) to change her baby's diapers. He had went out to cover one of his co-workers, and in the interim, the guys in the break room stole the woman's wallet, and agreed to pin the blame on him, because of his criminal record. The woman threatened to report him to the police, but he begged her to drop the case if he would pay her $300 for the wallet and its contents. It was worth way more than that, but he wasn't exactly rich, and he knew he would lose his job (at the very least) if she went to the authorities, because of his criminal record. He begged his colleagues, went to his knees, and pleaded them not to sabotage him.
A guy sitting across us got up, and before getting off at his stop, fished out $10. He gave the old man a firm handshake, money in his palm, and looked him in the eyes with a kind expression. He left the money in his hand, and briskly got off the train.
We were nearly at his stop when he stopped talking, and pensively stared ahead. He sighed, his body visibly slouching, when he asked me whether he would be better off dead. I disagreed vehemently. His children still needed him, he was the only source of income, it would only appear to be an ignominious end to a crap life. He argued back, in a tired tone, that he could probably use his death to protect his family, and get them some money to last them for a while.
When we got off at his stop, he thanked me for listening to him speak for the whole train ride. He said, "Goodbye." I said, "See you next time."
I'm not sure whether I bid a con artist, a suicidal man, or a guy living a tragic life farewell.
tl;dr: I met a man, and listened to him.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9em9k | I'm a bit late, but here's my story.
A few months back, I was on the train home, leaning against the door, trying not to doze off. An old man in his late sixties comes up to me, and asks me if I was going to a certain station, because he really needed to sleep, and he was afraid he'd miss his stop.
I figured it wouldn't take too much effort, so I told him the truth. I was getting off before that, but I was willing to wake him up at my stop. He thanked me, then told me he was gonna try his luck with someone else, because he didn't want to bother me. I nodded, and continued watching the trees go past. Something about this man convinced me that something wasn't quite right, so I paused my music, and started to watch him.
The old man asked a few other people whether they would be going to his stop, and every single one of them would be getting off before me. Eventually, the man came back to me, and asked me to look out for him. I agreed. He went to his seat. Again, my gut told me I should look out for this man, and I followed him to his seat.
There was a tense silence, before he thanked me, and hesitantly asked if I could spare him $5. He explained it was his son's birthday, and he really wanted to get the little guy a gift. I grabbed my wallet, and passed him $6, since neither of us had change.
He thanked me profusely, and asked for contact information, so that he could return me the money. His clothes were dull, dirty, and old, and he looked overworked. I couldn't find a compelling reason to have him return the money. So, I refused.
When the seat next to him freed up, I took a seat next to him, and we started talking.
He told me he was an ex-convict (he helped smuggle duty-free cigarettes, and he was caught in customs), and he worked 3 jobs, for $5 an hour at all 3 jobs. His supervisor was of a different ethnicity, and discriminated against him, because of his race and his background. The other workers, who were the same race as his supervisor, could laze around on the job, and skip their shifts. The guy had to work 7 days a week, couldn't take a single day off, and routinely had his pay delayed for no rhyme or reason.
He had a wife and 2 children, one aged 12, and the other aged 10. The latter was autistic. His wife, a housewife, doesn't believe he works. She thinks he gambles, and spends what's left on alcohol. (At this point, the man was crying pretty hard, and he was blowing his nose really loudly.) He insists he's trying to change over a new leaf, but none of his siblings want to associate themselves with him. His elder sister promised to call him within 2 weeks to get him a job. She said that 2 months ago. She had changed her number since. They live hand to mouth, and his supervisor recently took an extended vacation. He hasn't been paid for a week, and he's currently living on a few slices of bread every morning, and lots of tap water.
He asked me if I could spare $10 for his son's cake, and I passed him $10. Again, he asked for my contact information, any way to return my money when things got better for him. I declined, and I told him it was a gift. He was fully aware he sounded like a scam artist, and insisted on being able to contact me. I shook my head, and told him I believed him.
He broke down again, as I reached my stop. He showed me a wound on his big toe, because he spilled some cleaning chemicals on it. There's a small band-aid over it, but it's painfully swollen. He could have avoided it, but he only has one article of footwear: a pair of sandals. The soles had long since worn off, and the straps look like they could snap any moment.
I went past my stop, and he kept telling me his story. A Vietnamese tourist stopped her stroller outside the female toilets (and their break room) to change her baby's diapers. He had went out to cover one of his co-workers, and in the interim, the guys in the break room stole the woman's wallet, and agreed to pin the blame on him, because of his criminal record. The woman threatened to report him to the police, but he begged her to drop the case if he would pay her $300 for the wallet and its contents. It was worth way more than that, but he wasn't exactly rich, and he knew he would lose his job (at the very least) if she went to the authorities, because of his criminal record. He begged his colleagues, went to his knees, and pleaded them not to sabotage him.
A guy sitting across us got up, and before getting off at his stop, fished out $10. He gave the old man a firm handshake, money in his palm, and looked him in the eyes with a kind expression. He left the money in his hand, and briskly got off the train.
We were nearly at his stop when he stopped talking, and pensively stared ahead. He sighed, his body visibly slouching, when he asked me whether he would be better off dead. I disagreed vehemently. His children still needed him, he was the only source of income, it would only appear to be an ignominious end to a crap life. He argued back, in a tired tone, that he could probably use his death to protect his family, and get them some money to last them for a while.
When we got off at his stop, he thanked me for listening to him speak for the whole train ride. He said, "Goodbye." I said, "See you next time."
I'm not sure whether I bid a con artist, a suicidal man, or a guy living a tragic life farewell. | I met a man, and listened to him. |
PegasusCoffee | My dad passed away in 2005. In 2007, we get a letter addressed to him from the state. Apparently, my father has been summoned for jury duty. I shit you not.
Now, both my mother and I begin to scheme and plan with devious delight- our family has always enjoyed practical jokes, and my father would've loved the opportunity to be in on something like this.
On the day of the summons, we bring his urn (a large, oak box with plaque) down to the court house and obviously, we don't make it past the metal detectors too well... The security begins asking questions, particularly about a large urn in our possession. We explain the situation, and they escort us to a court official, who looks at us and gives a long, melodramatic sigh.
He tells us "If the person is deceased, please call and let us know."
My mother just replies; "But it's so much more fun this way!" and he makes some dismissing remark so we can get out of his hair.
*tl;dr- My father's ashes were asked to serve on a jury* | My dad passed away in 2005. In 2007, we get a letter addressed to him from the state. Apparently, my father has been summoned for jury duty. I shit you not.
Now, both my mother and I begin to scheme and plan with devious delight- our family has always enjoyed practical jokes, and my father would've loved the opportunity to be in on something like this.
On the day of the summons, we bring his urn (a large, oak box with plaque) down to the court house and obviously, we don't make it past the metal detectors too well... The security begins asking questions, particularly about a large urn in our possession. We explain the situation, and they escort us to a court official, who looks at us and gives a long, melodramatic sigh.
He tells us "If the person is deceased, please call and let us know."
My mother just replies; "But it's so much more fun this way!" and he makes some dismissing remark so we can get out of his hair.
tl;dr- My father's ashes were asked to serve on a jury
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9ert4 | My dad passed away in 2005. In 2007, we get a letter addressed to him from the state. Apparently, my father has been summoned for jury duty. I shit you not.
Now, both my mother and I begin to scheme and plan with devious delight- our family has always enjoyed practical jokes, and my father would've loved the opportunity to be in on something like this.
On the day of the summons, we bring his urn (a large, oak box with plaque) down to the court house and obviously, we don't make it past the metal detectors too well... The security begins asking questions, particularly about a large urn in our possession. We explain the situation, and they escort us to a court official, who looks at us and gives a long, melodramatic sigh.
He tells us "If the person is deceased, please call and let us know."
My mother just replies; "But it's so much more fun this way!" and he makes some dismissing remark so we can get out of his hair. | My father's ashes were asked to serve on a jury |
depricatedzero | This sounds like the school I went to. Was it in Cincinnati by chance?
I got expelled junior year and wasn't allowed to return to graduate. The reason? They thought I was going to go on a rampage and assault the school.
With a crossbow.
See, my friend and I had been talking on the bus after school one day about an RPG we played. In said RPG, I had acquired a crossbow. I was discussing its stats and magic ability. I was expelled before I even got home. I walked in the door and my mom is like "what the fuck were you thinking" - I was completely baffled. No idea what she was talking about. It had been a really boring uneventful day and I just drew a complete blank on any potential wrongdoing.
We fought it in court, cause wow, talk about a bullshit call. We won. The expulsion was rescinded but I was told once I turned 18 they wouldn't admit me back to school because they weren't required to. Because my birthday falls right around the first day of school I was held back a year in kindergarten so that I would be the oldest in my grade instead of the youngest. I turned 18 the day before my senior year began and wasn't allowed to go to school.
I forget what the document was or why I needed it, but at one point in the process of getting into college I had to deal with the school again. I went up there, and it was something like I needed them to sign verifying that I was not attending or something stupid, so I could get my GED I think, and they called the police to have me escorted off the property, refused to see me. Called me 'a danger.'
So I talked with the police off the property and explained what I was there for. They offered to escort me onto the property so I could make an official demand (because they realized what bullshit that was) before I resorted to taking it to court (and delaying my entry to college).
So we went in, I made my demand for a signature, explained that I didn't feel like taking the administation to court again and would rather just get this done and over with and not deal with the school any more, and the principal gave in and signed whatever the hell it was I was having signed.
Now, I'm 30, and still get the same treatment from those petty fucksticks every time I go up there to vote because it's my voting location.
TL;DR: Fuck high school. | This sounds like the school I went to. Was it in Cincinnati by chance?
I got expelled junior year and wasn't allowed to return to graduate. The reason? They thought I was going to go on a rampage and assault the school.
With a crossbow.
See, my friend and I had been talking on the bus after school one day about an RPG we played. In said RPG, I had acquired a crossbow. I was discussing its stats and magic ability. I was expelled before I even got home. I walked in the door and my mom is like "what the fuck were you thinking" - I was completely baffled. No idea what she was talking about. It had been a really boring uneventful day and I just drew a complete blank on any potential wrongdoing.
We fought it in court, cause wow, talk about a bullshit call. We won. The expulsion was rescinded but I was told once I turned 18 they wouldn't admit me back to school because they weren't required to. Because my birthday falls right around the first day of school I was held back a year in kindergarten so that I would be the oldest in my grade instead of the youngest. I turned 18 the day before my senior year began and wasn't allowed to go to school.
I forget what the document was or why I needed it, but at one point in the process of getting into college I had to deal with the school again. I went up there, and it was something like I needed them to sign verifying that I was not attending or something stupid, so I could get my GED I think, and they called the police to have me escorted off the property, refused to see me. Called me 'a danger.'
So I talked with the police off the property and explained what I was there for. They offered to escort me onto the property so I could make an official demand (because they realized what bullshit that was) before I resorted to taking it to court (and delaying my entry to college).
So we went in, I made my demand for a signature, explained that I didn't feel like taking the administation to court again and would rather just get this done and over with and not deal with the school any more, and the principal gave in and signed whatever the hell it was I was having signed.
Now, I'm 30, and still get the same treatment from those petty fucksticks every time I go up there to vote because it's my voting location.
TL;DR: Fuck high school.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9g44c | This sounds like the school I went to. Was it in Cincinnati by chance?
I got expelled junior year and wasn't allowed to return to graduate. The reason? They thought I was going to go on a rampage and assault the school.
With a crossbow.
See, my friend and I had been talking on the bus after school one day about an RPG we played. In said RPG, I had acquired a crossbow. I was discussing its stats and magic ability. I was expelled before I even got home. I walked in the door and my mom is like "what the fuck were you thinking" - I was completely baffled. No idea what she was talking about. It had been a really boring uneventful day and I just drew a complete blank on any potential wrongdoing.
We fought it in court, cause wow, talk about a bullshit call. We won. The expulsion was rescinded but I was told once I turned 18 they wouldn't admit me back to school because they weren't required to. Because my birthday falls right around the first day of school I was held back a year in kindergarten so that I would be the oldest in my grade instead of the youngest. I turned 18 the day before my senior year began and wasn't allowed to go to school.
I forget what the document was or why I needed it, but at one point in the process of getting into college I had to deal with the school again. I went up there, and it was something like I needed them to sign verifying that I was not attending or something stupid, so I could get my GED I think, and they called the police to have me escorted off the property, refused to see me. Called me 'a danger.'
So I talked with the police off the property and explained what I was there for. They offered to escort me onto the property so I could make an official demand (because they realized what bullshit that was) before I resorted to taking it to court (and delaying my entry to college).
So we went in, I made my demand for a signature, explained that I didn't feel like taking the administation to court again and would rather just get this done and over with and not deal with the school any more, and the principal gave in and signed whatever the hell it was I was having signed.
Now, I'm 30, and still get the same treatment from those petty fucksticks every time I go up there to vote because it's my voting location. | Fuck high school. |
skipatrolblewitup | All right, here goes. My friend and I were trying to build a concrete quarter pipe in an old railroad building. It was abandoned in the woods near the tracks. We parked and started carrying these bags the 1/4 mile to the tracks. My friend is really weak, so I had to do the actual carrying because he kept breaking bags. On our way, we ran into BMX kids that were stoned out of their minds. They offered to help, but were equally useless.
By the time I had about 5 out of 15 bags of concrete in the building, they were playing with some lighter fluid, and had set an old rape mattress on fire, and and it put up a huge plume of smoke. Keep in mind that we are sixteen year old white kids in a really really bad area, and this sketchy kit had just lit a smoke signal in a building full of gang signs. As I am trying to put out the fire, I see a cop car in the distance moving toward me. I take off, but my friend just stands there. By the time we were running, two more cops showed up. I was cuffed(cable ties), threatened, and accused of arson. I talked my way out by appealing to the cop who was a road biker. My friend was terrified and admitting to everything.
TLDR. I try to build a quarter pipe with my friend, two other kids show up and try to help, they are stoned and set stuff on fire. I am accused of arson, cuffed and talk my way out while my friend confesses to smoking and setting the fire which he didn't do. | All right, here goes. My friend and I were trying to build a concrete quarter pipe in an old railroad building. It was abandoned in the woods near the tracks. We parked and started carrying these bags the 1/4 mile to the tracks. My friend is really weak, so I had to do the actual carrying because he kept breaking bags. On our way, we ran into BMX kids that were stoned out of their minds. They offered to help, but were equally useless.
By the time I had about 5 out of 15 bags of concrete in the building, they were playing with some lighter fluid, and had set an old rape mattress on fire, and and it put up a huge plume of smoke. Keep in mind that we are sixteen year old white kids in a really really bad area, and this sketchy kit had just lit a smoke signal in a building full of gang signs. As I am trying to put out the fire, I see a cop car in the distance moving toward me. I take off, but my friend just stands there. By the time we were running, two more cops showed up. I was cuffed(cable ties), threatened, and accused of arson. I talked my way out by appealing to the cop who was a road biker. My friend was terrified and admitting to everything.
TLDR. I try to build a quarter pipe with my friend, two other kids show up and try to help, they are stoned and set stuff on fire. I am accused of arson, cuffed and talk my way out while my friend confesses to smoking and setting the fire which he didn't do.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9h0kl | All right, here goes. My friend and I were trying to build a concrete quarter pipe in an old railroad building. It was abandoned in the woods near the tracks. We parked and started carrying these bags the 1/4 mile to the tracks. My friend is really weak, so I had to do the actual carrying because he kept breaking bags. On our way, we ran into BMX kids that were stoned out of their minds. They offered to help, but were equally useless.
By the time I had about 5 out of 15 bags of concrete in the building, they were playing with some lighter fluid, and had set an old rape mattress on fire, and and it put up a huge plume of smoke. Keep in mind that we are sixteen year old white kids in a really really bad area, and this sketchy kit had just lit a smoke signal in a building full of gang signs. As I am trying to put out the fire, I see a cop car in the distance moving toward me. I take off, but my friend just stands there. By the time we were running, two more cops showed up. I was cuffed(cable ties), threatened, and accused of arson. I talked my way out by appealing to the cop who was a road biker. My friend was terrified and admitting to everything. | I try to build a quarter pipe with my friend, two other kids show up and try to help, they are stoned and set stuff on fire. I am accused of arson, cuffed and talk my way out while my friend confesses to smoking and setting the fire which he didn't do. |
Achruss |
It's my 18th birthday, me and my two best friend are celebrating. My mother is hitting the booze a little early today, and drunkenly says if my mate (the only one with a license) will drive her to the liquor store, she'll buy us booze to celebrate. Being 18 and generally good kids, we are pretty excited to drink for the first time. Before they leave my mother drunkenly starts demanding 'her' tarot card's. I put those in quotes because she gave them to me, and I had already used them to the point where I was attuned to them (basically the way I was taught is if someone else touches your cards their energy is left behind and it muddles up future readings). So my friend who was living with us at the time gets the idea to hide them in his fire safe, which is pretty genius. In it we find a bunch of love letters and photos from his ex. That's when, being a pyromaniac (I caught fire once, but this isn't the time for that) I suggest we burn them. Cut to 5 minutes later and we are outside with lighter fluid on the grill, burning things. At this point I would like to say I was wholly against getting the gasoline. But I'm being out voted by them and next thing I know they've poured gas into a cup and are pouring it onto the flames. I want to say I tried to stop them, but in reality that little angel of common sense was bound and gagged by the little devil who was 'screaming pour more!'. Now, in retrospect, we probably shouldn't have done this on a wooden deck, but we did. We look down and see the jar we were using to pour gas has caught fire. He mumbles 'oh shit...' And suddenly we hear a loud fwoosh, and liquid fire has dropped onto the deck. Me and the guy holding the jar are pretty calm, even though I'm fairly certain we are going to burn the house down. The other one is panicking, though. It was at this moment he ran outside to where my mother was smoking to ask if we had a fire extinguisher. We don't. We didn't then nor do we now own a fire extinguisher. I run to turn the hose on and spray everything down, but lo and behold the hose is missing. No where to be found. I turn the spigot on, and suddenly everything seems to go into slow motion. I know that's cliche, but it's what really happens. I just stop for a second and survey the fine mess. The spigot is on, the deck is on fire, the jar is still ablaze and the guy with the hat appears to be stomping out flames while simultaneously spilling more flames. I hear my neighbor shout if everything is OK. I shout back yes, the grill just blazed up a bit, and sprint inside, to grab glasses to put water out. At this point mommy dearest is inside trying to stop me and yell about what's going on and why's there a fire. Yes, my drunk mother is trying to stop the only thing currently preventing her house from burning down to yell at me. I push her out of the way, grab glasses and run to the on spigot, past the gas can, which has also caught fire. Read that sentence again. Read it one more time. Yeah, I'm lucky. I fill up the glasses and catch eyes with my mate, still holding the fire jar. He looks at me, I look at him, number three is nowhere to be found, and I think we both know what to do. In possibly the most majestic and heroic moment I have ever seen, he does a tossing movement with the jar, and sends the gas flying into the lawn. He runs to the spout, fills the still flaming jar with water and dumps it on the porch. I rush past him the handle the porch while he handles my now burning lawn, since he's wearing boots. He stamps out the grass, I water out the porch, and the whole thing is over. Then I notice it; his exes things are still on fire. In one final moment of glory, with everyone watching, I pour water on the grill. This is when I notice my mother, who has been standing, in the way, drunkenly trying to close the grill, and not figuring out why it wasn't working. She's been doing this the whole time. Even when jar-man was telling her why it wasn't closing she was still trying. There are scorch marks still on that deck today. The grill and gas can have slightly melted, and I can post pictures to appease you all if you wish.
Tl;dr? 18 birthday, burning shit, deck catches fire, I witness majesty and heroism. Our Jewish friend is useless. We get whiskey. Everything is fine. | It's my 18th birthday, me and my two best friend are celebrating. My mother is hitting the booze a little early today, and drunkenly says if my mate (the only one with a license) will drive her to the liquor store, she'll buy us booze to celebrate. Being 18 and generally good kids, we are pretty excited to drink for the first time. Before they leave my mother drunkenly starts demanding 'her' tarot card's. I put those in quotes because she gave them to me, and I had already used them to the point where I was attuned to them (basically the way I was taught is if someone else touches your cards their energy is left behind and it muddles up future readings). So my friend who was living with us at the time gets the idea to hide them in his fire safe, which is pretty genius. In it we find a bunch of love letters and photos from his ex. That's when, being a pyromaniac (I caught fire once, but this isn't the time for that) I suggest we burn them. Cut to 5 minutes later and we are outside with lighter fluid on the grill, burning things. At this point I would like to say I was wholly against getting the gasoline. But I'm being out voted by them and next thing I know they've poured gas into a cup and are pouring it onto the flames. I want to say I tried to stop them, but in reality that little angel of common sense was bound and gagged by the little devil who was 'screaming pour more!'. Now, in retrospect, we probably shouldn't have done this on a wooden deck, but we did. We look down and see the jar we were using to pour gas has caught fire. He mumbles 'oh shit...' And suddenly we hear a loud fwoosh, and liquid fire has dropped onto the deck. Me and the guy holding the jar are pretty calm, even though I'm fairly certain we are going to burn the house down. The other one is panicking, though. It was at this moment he ran outside to where my mother was smoking to ask if we had a fire extinguisher. We don't. We didn't then nor do we now own a fire extinguisher. I run to turn the hose on and spray everything down, but lo and behold the hose is missing. No where to be found. I turn the spigot on, and suddenly everything seems to go into slow motion. I know that's cliche, but it's what really happens. I just stop for a second and survey the fine mess. The spigot is on, the deck is on fire, the jar is still ablaze and the guy with the hat appears to be stomping out flames while simultaneously spilling more flames. I hear my neighbor shout if everything is OK. I shout back yes, the grill just blazed up a bit, and sprint inside, to grab glasses to put water out. At this point mommy dearest is inside trying to stop me and yell about what's going on and why's there a fire. Yes, my drunk mother is trying to stop the only thing currently preventing her house from burning down to yell at me. I push her out of the way, grab glasses and run to the on spigot, past the gas can, which has also caught fire. Read that sentence again. Read it one more time. Yeah, I'm lucky. I fill up the glasses and catch eyes with my mate, still holding the fire jar. He looks at me, I look at him, number three is nowhere to be found, and I think we both know what to do. In possibly the most majestic and heroic moment I have ever seen, he does a tossing movement with the jar, and sends the gas flying into the lawn. He runs to the spout, fills the still flaming jar with water and dumps it on the porch. I rush past him the handle the porch while he handles my now burning lawn, since he's wearing boots. He stamps out the grass, I water out the porch, and the whole thing is over. Then I notice it; his exes things are still on fire. In one final moment of glory, with everyone watching, I pour water on the grill. This is when I notice my mother, who has been standing, in the way, drunkenly trying to close the grill, and not figuring out why it wasn't working. She's been doing this the whole time. Even when jar-man was telling her why it wasn't closing she was still trying. There are scorch marks still on that deck today. The grill and gas can have slightly melted, and I can post pictures to appease you all if you wish.
Tl;dr? 18 birthday, burning shit, deck catches fire, I witness majesty and heroism. Our Jewish friend is useless. We get whiskey. Everything is fine.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cc9hzia | It's my 18th birthday, me and my two best friend are celebrating. My mother is hitting the booze a little early today, and drunkenly says if my mate (the only one with a license) will drive her to the liquor store, she'll buy us booze to celebrate. Being 18 and generally good kids, we are pretty excited to drink for the first time. Before they leave my mother drunkenly starts demanding 'her' tarot card's. I put those in quotes because she gave them to me, and I had already used them to the point where I was attuned to them (basically the way I was taught is if someone else touches your cards their energy is left behind and it muddles up future readings). So my friend who was living with us at the time gets the idea to hide them in his fire safe, which is pretty genius. In it we find a bunch of love letters and photos from his ex. That's when, being a pyromaniac (I caught fire once, but this isn't the time for that) I suggest we burn them. Cut to 5 minutes later and we are outside with lighter fluid on the grill, burning things. At this point I would like to say I was wholly against getting the gasoline. But I'm being out voted by them and next thing I know they've poured gas into a cup and are pouring it onto the flames. I want to say I tried to stop them, but in reality that little angel of common sense was bound and gagged by the little devil who was 'screaming pour more!'. Now, in retrospect, we probably shouldn't have done this on a wooden deck, but we did. We look down and see the jar we were using to pour gas has caught fire. He mumbles 'oh shit...' And suddenly we hear a loud fwoosh, and liquid fire has dropped onto the deck. Me and the guy holding the jar are pretty calm, even though I'm fairly certain we are going to burn the house down. The other one is panicking, though. It was at this moment he ran outside to where my mother was smoking to ask if we had a fire extinguisher. We don't. We didn't then nor do we now own a fire extinguisher. I run to turn the hose on and spray everything down, but lo and behold the hose is missing. No where to be found. I turn the spigot on, and suddenly everything seems to go into slow motion. I know that's cliche, but it's what really happens. I just stop for a second and survey the fine mess. The spigot is on, the deck is on fire, the jar is still ablaze and the guy with the hat appears to be stomping out flames while simultaneously spilling more flames. I hear my neighbor shout if everything is OK. I shout back yes, the grill just blazed up a bit, and sprint inside, to grab glasses to put water out. At this point mommy dearest is inside trying to stop me and yell about what's going on and why's there a fire. Yes, my drunk mother is trying to stop the only thing currently preventing her house from burning down to yell at me. I push her out of the way, grab glasses and run to the on spigot, past the gas can, which has also caught fire. Read that sentence again. Read it one more time. Yeah, I'm lucky. I fill up the glasses and catch eyes with my mate, still holding the fire jar. He looks at me, I look at him, number three is nowhere to be found, and I think we both know what to do. In possibly the most majestic and heroic moment I have ever seen, he does a tossing movement with the jar, and sends the gas flying into the lawn. He runs to the spout, fills the still flaming jar with water and dumps it on the porch. I rush past him the handle the porch while he handles my now burning lawn, since he's wearing boots. He stamps out the grass, I water out the porch, and the whole thing is over. Then I notice it; his exes things are still on fire. In one final moment of glory, with everyone watching, I pour water on the grill. This is when I notice my mother, who has been standing, in the way, drunkenly trying to close the grill, and not figuring out why it wasn't working. She's been doing this the whole time. Even when jar-man was telling her why it wasn't closing she was still trying. There are scorch marks still on that deck today. The grill and gas can have slightly melted, and I can post pictures to appease you all if you wish. | 18 birthday, burning shit, deck catches fire, I witness majesty and heroism. Our Jewish friend is useless. We get whiskey. Everything is fine. |
jitoxsfw | The day that a video game let me teach a lesson to some stupid guy.
So i was in this convention on my city, and i was a pretty good player of soul calibur IV (the only fighting game i was sure i could beat or have a decent chance with everyone). So there was a tourny of SC3 later and i was just chilling trying to warm up a lil bit.
I got to were some consoles were, and here it was this guy, black glasses, sitting lay back and thrash talking, he was so full of himself, saying things like "ah im not that good, some friends can beat me" and stuff like that, all in a really sarcastic voice. He was pwning some noobs, i think he was in a 7 win streak, but i realized he was just another noob (for the people who know the game, he was not guard breaking, or side stepping or doing crazy combos).
So this girl starts to play against him, and he tells her to put 200% hp, so she maybe stans a chance, she did it, and she got defeated. But it was my turn
For some reason my main character (cervantes) was not available, i knew i really thought i had the chance to double perfect him with him but well, i just mirror match him (siegfrief vs siegfried).
Fight starts, he throws a really cheap combo that goes 2 punches at mid height (you just blocked those) and one at feet height (you need to crouch to guard that, noobs dont to that), i just guard impact (parry) it and told him in a calm voice "that is not gonna work with me". I just pull a perfect on the first round, and his face was priceless he took out his glasses, he got to the edge of the chair and panic was the only thing on his face. Of course i just beat that guy easily, and i felt really really good. He just stand look down and dissapeared on the crowd behind us.
of course now i was some kind of super player and no one wanted to play afterwards (people got scared of the guy that easily beat the guy who was pwning everyone)
I got to win the tournament afterwards, but i felt more acomplished when i beat this guy.
TL DR, one guy was being a dickhead pwning noobs and making fun, i just went there silent beat his shit apart, and that made me fell really good
Yeah yeah grammar, i guess you will understand anyways | The day that a video game let me teach a lesson to some stupid guy.
So i was in this convention on my city, and i was a pretty good player of soul calibur IV (the only fighting game i was sure i could beat or have a decent chance with everyone). So there was a tourny of SC3 later and i was just chilling trying to warm up a lil bit.
I got to were some consoles were, and here it was this guy, black glasses, sitting lay back and thrash talking, he was so full of himself, saying things like "ah im not that good, some friends can beat me" and stuff like that, all in a really sarcastic voice. He was pwning some noobs, i think he was in a 7 win streak, but i realized he was just another noob (for the people who know the game, he was not guard breaking, or side stepping or doing crazy combos).
So this girl starts to play against him, and he tells her to put 200% hp, so she maybe stans a chance, she did it, and she got defeated. But it was my turn
For some reason my main character (cervantes) was not available, i knew i really thought i had the chance to double perfect him with him but well, i just mirror match him (siegfrief vs siegfried).
Fight starts, he throws a really cheap combo that goes 2 punches at mid height (you just blocked those) and one at feet height (you need to crouch to guard that, noobs dont to that), i just guard impact (parry) it and told him in a calm voice "that is not gonna work with me". I just pull a perfect on the first round, and his face was priceless he took out his glasses, he got to the edge of the chair and panic was the only thing on his face. Of course i just beat that guy easily, and i felt really really good. He just stand look down and dissapeared on the crowd behind us.
of course now i was some kind of super player and no one wanted to play afterwards (people got scared of the guy that easily beat the guy who was pwning everyone)
I got to win the tournament afterwards, but i felt more acomplished when i beat this guy.
TL DR, one guy was being a dickhead pwning noobs and making fun, i just went there silent beat his shit apart, and that made me fell really good
Yeah yeah grammar, i guess you will understand anyways
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccaa9us | The day that a video game let me teach a lesson to some stupid guy.
So i was in this convention on my city, and i was a pretty good player of soul calibur IV (the only fighting game i was sure i could beat or have a decent chance with everyone). So there was a tourny of SC3 later and i was just chilling trying to warm up a lil bit.
I got to were some consoles were, and here it was this guy, black glasses, sitting lay back and thrash talking, he was so full of himself, saying things like "ah im not that good, some friends can beat me" and stuff like that, all in a really sarcastic voice. He was pwning some noobs, i think he was in a 7 win streak, but i realized he was just another noob (for the people who know the game, he was not guard breaking, or side stepping or doing crazy combos).
So this girl starts to play against him, and he tells her to put 200% hp, so she maybe stans a chance, she did it, and she got defeated. But it was my turn
For some reason my main character (cervantes) was not available, i knew i really thought i had the chance to double perfect him with him but well, i just mirror match him (siegfrief vs siegfried).
Fight starts, he throws a really cheap combo that goes 2 punches at mid height (you just blocked those) and one at feet height (you need to crouch to guard that, noobs dont to that), i just guard impact (parry) it and told him in a calm voice "that is not gonna work with me". I just pull a perfect on the first round, and his face was priceless he took out his glasses, he got to the edge of the chair and panic was the only thing on his face. Of course i just beat that guy easily, and i felt really really good. He just stand look down and dissapeared on the crowd behind us.
of course now i was some kind of super player and no one wanted to play afterwards (people got scared of the guy that easily beat the guy who was pwning everyone)
I got to win the tournament afterwards, but i felt more acomplished when i beat this guy. | one guy was being a dickhead pwning noobs and making fun, i just went there silent beat his shit apart, and that made me fell really good
Yeah yeah grammar, i guess you will understand anyways |
PizzaSaucez | I had a cunt of an English teacher. ALL of here assignments were useless bullshit until one day I got an interesting assignment. I had to write about this serial killer. I actuary enjoyed writing about it and handed in a slightly above average paper (for me). My teacher pulled me out of the next class and told me the paper was "flawless" and there was no way I was smart enough to write it. When I asked if she had found anything on the internet she said "no" and I straight up laughed in here face. The next three classes all we did was read books for a book report while she sat at the back on her computer searching desperately. It was pretty funny. I asked her to apologize but being the cunt she got me moved into another English class for the last month of school. I never ended up getting the 100% on my "flawless" paper. Funny thing was it was a high B at best, she was just a bitch who didn't like being wrong.
TL;DR - English teacher accuses me of plagiarizing without any proof, then after realizing she was wrong had me transferred into another class. | I had a cunt of an English teacher. ALL of here assignments were useless bullshit until one day I got an interesting assignment. I had to write about this serial killer. I actuary enjoyed writing about it and handed in a slightly above average paper (for me). My teacher pulled me out of the next class and told me the paper was "flawless" and there was no way I was smart enough to write it. When I asked if she had found anything on the internet she said "no" and I straight up laughed in here face. The next three classes all we did was read books for a book report while she sat at the back on her computer searching desperately. It was pretty funny. I asked her to apologize but being the cunt she got me moved into another English class for the last month of school. I never ended up getting the 100% on my "flawless" paper. Funny thing was it was a high B at best, she was just a bitch who didn't like being wrong.
TL;DR - English teacher accuses me of plagiarizing without any proof, then after realizing she was wrong had me transferred into another class.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ceep0lf | I had a cunt of an English teacher. ALL of here assignments were useless bullshit until one day I got an interesting assignment. I had to write about this serial killer. I actuary enjoyed writing about it and handed in a slightly above average paper (for me). My teacher pulled me out of the next class and told me the paper was "flawless" and there was no way I was smart enough to write it. When I asked if she had found anything on the internet she said "no" and I straight up laughed in here face. The next three classes all we did was read books for a book report while she sat at the back on her computer searching desperately. It was pretty funny. I asked her to apologize but being the cunt she got me moved into another English class for the last month of school. I never ended up getting the 100% on my "flawless" paper. Funny thing was it was a high B at best, she was just a bitch who didn't like being wrong. | English teacher accuses me of plagiarizing without any proof, then after realizing she was wrong had me transferred into another class. |
Silent189 | The Dunning–Kruger effect is a cognitive bias in which unskilled individuals suffer from illusory superiority, mistakenly rating their ability much higher than average. This bias is attributed to a metacognitive inability of the unskilled to recognize their mistakes.
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I see a lot of lower skill players when I queue with friends new to dota etc on a new acc. And a lot of plays which you would expect to do in a higher bracket are viewed by them as noob/bad simply because they are too inept/ignorant. I've had people cry that I'm farming or split pushing or w/e in a game instead of team fighting because they believe it is the best option when in reality it is the worst. The most obvious being people who cannot read a team composition and work out when teams are going to be naturally strong as a result of their heros, and simply believe >15 mins = 5 man doto both push until sum1 wins.
TL;DR? - Those guys in very high likely aren't worse than you. You just arent at the skill level where you can realise that they are better than you. BUT, at the same time... I often say that Very High is misleading in dota. VHigh should really read as "Now you can start learning to play" - Because the skill range is extremely wide, and a LOT of people in VHigh are still awful. | The Dunning–Kruger effect is a cognitive bias in which unskilled individuals suffer from illusory superiority, mistakenly rating their ability much higher than average. This bias is attributed to a metacognitive inability of the unskilled to recognize their mistakes.
I see a lot of lower skill players when I queue with friends new to dota etc on a new acc. And a lot of plays which you would expect to do in a higher bracket are viewed by them as noob/bad simply because they are too inept/ignorant. I've had people cry that I'm farming or split pushing or w/e in a game instead of team fighting because they believe it is the best option when in reality it is the worst. The most obvious being people who cannot read a team composition and work out when teams are going to be naturally strong as a result of their heros, and simply believe >15 mins = 5 man doto both push until sum1 wins.
TL;DR? - Those guys in very high likely aren't worse than you. You just arent at the skill level where you can realise that they are better than you. BUT, at the same time... I often say that Very High is misleading in dota. VHigh should really read as "Now you can start learning to play" - Because the skill range is extremely wide, and a LOT of people in VHigh are still awful.
| dota2pubs | t5_2vywk | cc9iu1f | The Dunning–Kruger effect is a cognitive bias in which unskilled individuals suffer from illusory superiority, mistakenly rating their ability much higher than average. This bias is attributed to a metacognitive inability of the unskilled to recognize their mistakes.
I see a lot of lower skill players when I queue with friends new to dota etc on a new acc. And a lot of plays which you would expect to do in a higher bracket are viewed by them as noob/bad simply because they are too inept/ignorant. I've had people cry that I'm farming or split pushing or w/e in a game instead of team fighting because they believe it is the best option when in reality it is the worst. The most obvious being people who cannot read a team composition and work out when teams are going to be naturally strong as a result of their heros, and simply believe >15 mins = 5 man doto both push until sum1 wins. | Those guys in very high likely aren't worse than you. You just arent at the skill level where you can realise that they are better than you. BUT, at the same time... I often say that Very High is misleading in dota. VHigh should really read as "Now you can start learning to play" - Because the skill range is extremely wide, and a LOT of people in VHigh are still awful. |
Agaggleofmeese | You responded to me, how am I being smug and dismissive? If I didn't want to have a dialogue I wouldn't have posted, if I wanted to dismiss your comment I would have done so. Had you posted the detailed response of your issues with the play calling there would have been no confusion as to what part of the game your were speaking of or if you were just speaking generally.
I think the RG3 comment does have relevancy. For one the author speaks about the 'skins, 49ers and Panthers in the same article. I drew a comparison from that article on how both fan bases are reacting to being 0-2. They made the playoffs but some are still calling for their best player to be benched and fans here are calling for the coaching staff to be blown up at the by week, I feel both are extreme. Which brings me to my "I get it comment." What I get is the frustration, it's understandable. What I don't get is this mindset that anyone who is attempting to stay positive 2 games into the season is some how a delusional fan.
I recognize the problems areas, I may however disagree with where to assign blame or the amount. It's interesting that the team mantra is "keep pounding" when it appears there's a good number of fans who gave up on the team last week.
TL:DR We cheer for the same team, I simply was attempting to have a dialogue, not get jumped on. | You responded to me, how am I being smug and dismissive? If I didn't want to have a dialogue I wouldn't have posted, if I wanted to dismiss your comment I would have done so. Had you posted the detailed response of your issues with the play calling there would have been no confusion as to what part of the game your were speaking of or if you were just speaking generally.
I think the RG3 comment does have relevancy. For one the author speaks about the 'skins, 49ers and Panthers in the same article. I drew a comparison from that article on how both fan bases are reacting to being 0-2. They made the playoffs but some are still calling for their best player to be benched and fans here are calling for the coaching staff to be blown up at the by week, I feel both are extreme. Which brings me to my "I get it comment." What I get is the frustration, it's understandable. What I don't get is this mindset that anyone who is attempting to stay positive 2 games into the season is some how a delusional fan.
I recognize the problems areas, I may however disagree with where to assign blame or the amount. It's interesting that the team mantra is "keep pounding" when it appears there's a good number of fans who gave up on the team last week.
TL:DR We cheer for the same team, I simply was attempting to have a dialogue, not get jumped on.
| panthers | t5_2s1w0 | cca1at5 | You responded to me, how am I being smug and dismissive? If I didn't want to have a dialogue I wouldn't have posted, if I wanted to dismiss your comment I would have done so. Had you posted the detailed response of your issues with the play calling there would have been no confusion as to what part of the game your were speaking of or if you were just speaking generally.
I think the RG3 comment does have relevancy. For one the author speaks about the 'skins, 49ers and Panthers in the same article. I drew a comparison from that article on how both fan bases are reacting to being 0-2. They made the playoffs but some are still calling for their best player to be benched and fans here are calling for the coaching staff to be blown up at the by week, I feel both are extreme. Which brings me to my "I get it comment." What I get is the frustration, it's understandable. What I don't get is this mindset that anyone who is attempting to stay positive 2 games into the season is some how a delusional fan.
I recognize the problems areas, I may however disagree with where to assign blame or the amount. It's interesting that the team mantra is "keep pounding" when it appears there's a good number of fans who gave up on the team last week. | We cheer for the same team, I simply was attempting to have a dialogue, not get jumped on. |
schism72 | I was married at age 19, divorced at 22. Marriage was basically forced upon me by my mother after I found out I was pregnant with my daughter. I did everything I could to make the relationship work, I was forced to grow up at an early age, while my ex was choosing to remain a child. Those few years were the most unhappy years of my life, struggling through every day due to his life choices. The marriage ended only after a few years and I still to this day continue to have troubles with him due to custody. We got divorced over 5 years ago.
My advice to anyone out there in my situation, if you find yourself with an unplanned pregnancy (especially at a younger age), do not let anyone tell you what to do or who to love. Take your time and make sure for yourself that the person you are marrying - is the one. Jumping the gun and getting married before you are sure is probably the worst decision you can make. Take your time, slow down. If you're meant to be, you have the rest of your life to decide that. Had I have known what I know now, I would have stayed as far away from him as possible.
tl;dr I made some pretty dumb decisions as a kid and I'm still dealing with the consequences of a rushed marriage. | I was married at age 19, divorced at 22. Marriage was basically forced upon me by my mother after I found out I was pregnant with my daughter. I did everything I could to make the relationship work, I was forced to grow up at an early age, while my ex was choosing to remain a child. Those few years were the most unhappy years of my life, struggling through every day due to his life choices. The marriage ended only after a few years and I still to this day continue to have troubles with him due to custody. We got divorced over 5 years ago.
My advice to anyone out there in my situation, if you find yourself with an unplanned pregnancy (especially at a younger age), do not let anyone tell you what to do or who to love. Take your time and make sure for yourself that the person you are marrying - is the one. Jumping the gun and getting married before you are sure is probably the worst decision you can make. Take your time, slow down. If you're meant to be, you have the rest of your life to decide that. Had I have known what I know now, I would have stayed as far away from him as possible.
tl;dr I made some pretty dumb decisions as a kid and I'm still dealing with the consequences of a rushed marriage.
| relationship_advice | t5_2r0cn | cc9ph59 | I was married at age 19, divorced at 22. Marriage was basically forced upon me by my mother after I found out I was pregnant with my daughter. I did everything I could to make the relationship work, I was forced to grow up at an early age, while my ex was choosing to remain a child. Those few years were the most unhappy years of my life, struggling through every day due to his life choices. The marriage ended only after a few years and I still to this day continue to have troubles with him due to custody. We got divorced over 5 years ago.
My advice to anyone out there in my situation, if you find yourself with an unplanned pregnancy (especially at a younger age), do not let anyone tell you what to do or who to love. Take your time and make sure for yourself that the person you are marrying - is the one. Jumping the gun and getting married before you are sure is probably the worst decision you can make. Take your time, slow down. If you're meant to be, you have the rest of your life to decide that. Had I have known what I know now, I would have stayed as far away from him as possible. | I made some pretty dumb decisions as a kid and I'm still dealing with the consequences of a rushed marriage. |
FaceDeer | Assumption 6 doesn't really follow. Missiles are basically small spacecraft, they can easily have across-system range. And in fact, in realistic space combat pretty much *everything* would be done by missiles. There will be no "fighter craft", only larger missiles that carry submunitions and point-defenses.
An elongated ship with a low-profile direction is a good idea, but there'll be no need to turn it to "fire broadsides". Long-range mass drivers would run along the long axis of the ship, long-range missiles can be launched in any direction one pleases (they have their own engines), and point defenses would only be used against incoming projectiles that you'd probably be wanting to present your low-profile direction toward anyway. Note that long-range mass drivers would only be useful against something with no maneuvering capability, such as surface facilities or large space stations. You probably wouldn't use them much ship-to-ship, they're too easy to dodge.
Armor is a non-starter. You could armor important systems to protect them from secondary shrapnel, but if a high-velocity impactor manages to hit your ship it's going to punch right through. You'd have to carry an immense amount of mass to stop it. Far better to just design your ship with some redundancy for easier damage control and try not to get hit in the first place.
The momentum imparted by an enemy projectile would be fairly trivial. Correcting your course after getting hit by one would be the very least of your concerns.
There won't be a "chaotic" combat situation after an intercept, only a matter of damage control. The intercept will only last a matter of moments as the attacker's projectiles zing past (or through) the target at multiple kilometers per second, and then they'll be gone - there'll be no turning around for a second pass.
My advice is to make everything you possibly can both unmanned and expendable. If it's unmanned it can handle higher accelerations and doesn't have to carry around heavy life support, and if it's expendable it can use *all* of its resources in its attack run. FTL drives sound like they're probably too expensive to "expend", but consider making the carrier ships unmanned or minimally manned too. With sufficiently advanced automation (which can easily be assumed with the tech levels we're talking about here) there's not really much reason to have humans on board. Maybe a team of maintenance and repair personnel and a few officers to take authority for big decisions like whether to bombard a civilian habitat or something. The actual combat decisions and piloting will be done by computers, humans aren't precise or fast enough. | Assumption 6 doesn't really follow. Missiles are basically small spacecraft, they can easily have across-system range. And in fact, in realistic space combat pretty much everything would be done by missiles. There will be no "fighter craft", only larger missiles that carry submunitions and point-defenses.
An elongated ship with a low-profile direction is a good idea, but there'll be no need to turn it to "fire broadsides". Long-range mass drivers would run along the long axis of the ship, long-range missiles can be launched in any direction one pleases (they have their own engines), and point defenses would only be used against incoming projectiles that you'd probably be wanting to present your low-profile direction toward anyway. Note that long-range mass drivers would only be useful against something with no maneuvering capability, such as surface facilities or large space stations. You probably wouldn't use them much ship-to-ship, they're too easy to dodge.
Armor is a non-starter. You could armor important systems to protect them from secondary shrapnel, but if a high-velocity impactor manages to hit your ship it's going to punch right through. You'd have to carry an immense amount of mass to stop it. Far better to just design your ship with some redundancy for easier damage control and try not to get hit in the first place.
The momentum imparted by an enemy projectile would be fairly trivial. Correcting your course after getting hit by one would be the very least of your concerns.
There won't be a "chaotic" combat situation after an intercept, only a matter of damage control. The intercept will only last a matter of moments as the attacker's projectiles zing past (or through) the target at multiple kilometers per second, and then they'll be gone - there'll be no turning around for a second pass.
My advice is to make everything you possibly can both unmanned and expendable. If it's unmanned it can handle higher accelerations and doesn't have to carry around heavy life support, and if it's expendable it can use all of its resources in its attack run. FTL drives sound like they're probably too expensive to "expend", but consider making the carrier ships unmanned or minimally manned too. With sufficiently advanced automation (which can easily be assumed with the tech levels we're talking about here) there's not really much reason to have humans on board. Maybe a team of maintenance and repair personnel and a few officers to take authority for big decisions like whether to bombard a civilian habitat or something. The actual combat decisions and piloting will be done by computers, humans aren't precise or fast enough.
| AskScienceFiction | t5_2slu2 | cca7okg | Assumption 6 doesn't really follow. Missiles are basically small spacecraft, they can easily have across-system range. And in fact, in realistic space combat pretty much everything would be done by missiles. There will be no "fighter craft", only larger missiles that carry submunitions and point-defenses.
An elongated ship with a low-profile direction is a good idea, but there'll be no need to turn it to "fire broadsides". Long-range mass drivers would run along the long axis of the ship, long-range missiles can be launched in any direction one pleases (they have their own engines), and point defenses would only be used against incoming projectiles that you'd probably be wanting to present your low-profile direction toward anyway. Note that long-range mass drivers would only be useful against something with no maneuvering capability, such as surface facilities or large space stations. You probably wouldn't use them much ship-to-ship, they're too easy to dodge.
Armor is a non-starter. You could armor important systems to protect them from secondary shrapnel, but if a high-velocity impactor manages to hit your ship it's going to punch right through. You'd have to carry an immense amount of mass to stop it. Far better to just design your ship with some redundancy for easier damage control and try not to get hit in the first place.
The momentum imparted by an enemy projectile would be fairly trivial. Correcting your course after getting hit by one would be the very least of your concerns.
There won't be a "chaotic" combat situation after an intercept, only a matter of damage control. The intercept will only last a matter of moments as the attacker's projectiles zing past (or through) the target at multiple kilometers per second, and then they'll be gone - there'll be no turning around for a second pass.
My advice is to make everything you possibly can both unmanned and expendable. If it's unmanned it can handle higher accelerations and doesn't have to carry around heavy life support, and if it's expendable it can use all of its resources in its attack run. F | ives sound like they're probably too expensive to "expend", but consider making the carrier ships unmanned or minimally manned too. With sufficiently advanced automation (which can easily be assumed with the tech levels we're talking about here) there's not really much reason to have humans on board. Maybe a team of maintenance and repair personnel and a few officers to take authority for big decisions like whether to bombard a civilian habitat or something. The actual combat decisions and piloting will be done by computers, humans aren't precise or fast enough. |
RLutz | Maybe I should have fleshed out more about what I meant when I talked about the "quirks".
So in this game, you can't just fire off all your off-GCD things at once and then start pushing your abilities like you can in WoW or most other MMOs. The best option you have is to "weave" your off-GCD abilities in between your normal skills. For example, on a Bard, my opener goes like this.
As tank pulls use quelling shot to reduce threat then
Straight shot (on GCD) -> Bloodletter (in between GCD) + Internal Release (in between GCD have to mash since you can't skill queue it) -> Venomous Bite (on GCD) -> Hawk's Eye (off) -> Windbite (on) -> Raging strikes (off) + Blood for blood (off) [have to mash again since no queue] -> heavy shot (on) -> flaming arrow (off) -> heavy shot -> barrage (on) all the while consuming any off-GCD Bloodletter procs I get from DoT crits.
The issue with skill speed in this game has a lot to do with the interactions between on-GCD and off-GCD moves. When you use an on-GCD move, you cannot use an off-GCD move till the animation of your on-GCD completes and you can't skill queue off-GCD moves, so you have to mash the hell out of them. Likewise, you can't use your next on-GCD move (even if your GCD has completed and your UI tells you it's okay to input your next attack) until the animation from your on-GCD move finishes.
Basically, due to the odd interaction between on and off GCD moves, it's often quite difficult to get anywhere close to the full benefit from a .05 second reduction in your abilities recharge time because very often you are mashing your next ability and there's no way you are hitting it 20 times in a second so the gaps between where you are attempting to trigger your next ability are often greater than the reduction in skill recharge time that skill speed gives you (of course, this doesn't necessarily make the reduction useless, but it certainly does reduce its real efficacy).
I guess the TL;DR version is that the gains of skill speed on paper are often erased due to how skill queuing and skill interaction in this game work between on and off GCD abilities. If you play a class that doesn't utilize many off GCD moves and doesn't cast often, you might realize a more full potential for skill speed. | Maybe I should have fleshed out more about what I meant when I talked about the "quirks".
So in this game, you can't just fire off all your off-GCD things at once and then start pushing your abilities like you can in WoW or most other MMOs. The best option you have is to "weave" your off-GCD abilities in between your normal skills. For example, on a Bard, my opener goes like this.
As tank pulls use quelling shot to reduce threat then
Straight shot (on GCD) -> Bloodletter (in between GCD) + Internal Release (in between GCD have to mash since you can't skill queue it) -> Venomous Bite (on GCD) -> Hawk's Eye (off) -> Windbite (on) -> Raging strikes (off) + Blood for blood (off) [have to mash again since no queue] -> heavy shot (on) -> flaming arrow (off) -> heavy shot -> barrage (on) all the while consuming any off-GCD Bloodletter procs I get from DoT crits.
The issue with skill speed in this game has a lot to do with the interactions between on-GCD and off-GCD moves. When you use an on-GCD move, you cannot use an off-GCD move till the animation of your on-GCD completes and you can't skill queue off-GCD moves, so you have to mash the hell out of them. Likewise, you can't use your next on-GCD move (even if your GCD has completed and your UI tells you it's okay to input your next attack) until the animation from your on-GCD move finishes.
Basically, due to the odd interaction between on and off GCD moves, it's often quite difficult to get anywhere close to the full benefit from a .05 second reduction in your abilities recharge time because very often you are mashing your next ability and there's no way you are hitting it 20 times in a second so the gaps between where you are attempting to trigger your next ability are often greater than the reduction in skill recharge time that skill speed gives you (of course, this doesn't necessarily make the reduction useless, but it certainly does reduce its real efficacy).
I guess the TL;DR version is that the gains of skill speed on paper are often erased due to how skill queuing and skill interaction in this game work between on and off GCD abilities. If you play a class that doesn't utilize many off GCD moves and doesn't cast often, you might realize a more full potential for skill speed.
| ffxiv | t5_2rgs7 | ccabvts | Maybe I should have fleshed out more about what I meant when I talked about the "quirks".
So in this game, you can't just fire off all your off-GCD things at once and then start pushing your abilities like you can in WoW or most other MMOs. The best option you have is to "weave" your off-GCD abilities in between your normal skills. For example, on a Bard, my opener goes like this.
As tank pulls use quelling shot to reduce threat then
Straight shot (on GCD) -> Bloodletter (in between GCD) + Internal Release (in between GCD have to mash since you can't skill queue it) -> Venomous Bite (on GCD) -> Hawk's Eye (off) -> Windbite (on) -> Raging strikes (off) + Blood for blood (off) [have to mash again since no queue] -> heavy shot (on) -> flaming arrow (off) -> heavy shot -> barrage (on) all the while consuming any off-GCD Bloodletter procs I get from DoT crits.
The issue with skill speed in this game has a lot to do with the interactions between on-GCD and off-GCD moves. When you use an on-GCD move, you cannot use an off-GCD move till the animation of your on-GCD completes and you can't skill queue off-GCD moves, so you have to mash the hell out of them. Likewise, you can't use your next on-GCD move (even if your GCD has completed and your UI tells you it's okay to input your next attack) until the animation from your on-GCD move finishes.
Basically, due to the odd interaction between on and off GCD moves, it's often quite difficult to get anywhere close to the full benefit from a .05 second reduction in your abilities recharge time because very often you are mashing your next ability and there's no way you are hitting it 20 times in a second so the gaps between where you are attempting to trigger your next ability are often greater than the reduction in skill recharge time that skill speed gives you (of course, this doesn't necessarily make the reduction useless, but it certainly does reduce its real efficacy).
I guess the | version is that the gains of skill speed on paper are often erased due to how skill queuing and skill interaction in this game work between on and off GCD abilities. If you play a class that doesn't utilize many off GCD moves and doesn't cast often, you might realize a more full potential for skill speed. |
RLutz | Skill and Spell speed aren't factored into this equation since this equation is just damage/healing per skill and spell speed simply increases the rate at which you can use skills.
Though anecdotally I can tell you that they're probably both much much worse than crit and determination. Why? Because given the heavy movement that exists in fights (skill speed is only useful if you can stand there and turret, if you have to cast and then move you aren't actually fitting in any extra skills), combined with latency, combined with the fact that even 400 skill speed might lower your skill recharge time by a few hundredths of a second, combined with the UI not really providing any useful feedback when weaving off-GCD moves into on-GCD (can't see when you can actually use your next on-GCD after utilizing an off-GCD; have to just wait for the animation to finish), you end up with the realization that spell/skill speed is pretty bad in its current form.
TL;DR: Weapon damage is much much better than primary stat which is much much better than DTR/CRIT which is at least quite a bit better than skill speed. | Skill and Spell speed aren't factored into this equation since this equation is just damage/healing per skill and spell speed simply increases the rate at which you can use skills.
Though anecdotally I can tell you that they're probably both much much worse than crit and determination. Why? Because given the heavy movement that exists in fights (skill speed is only useful if you can stand there and turret, if you have to cast and then move you aren't actually fitting in any extra skills), combined with latency, combined with the fact that even 400 skill speed might lower your skill recharge time by a few hundredths of a second, combined with the UI not really providing any useful feedback when weaving off-GCD moves into on-GCD (can't see when you can actually use your next on-GCD after utilizing an off-GCD; have to just wait for the animation to finish), you end up with the realization that spell/skill speed is pretty bad in its current form.
TL;DR: Weapon damage is much much better than primary stat which is much much better than DTR/CRIT which is at least quite a bit better than skill speed.
| ffxiv | t5_2rgs7 | cc9o9nd | Skill and Spell speed aren't factored into this equation since this equation is just damage/healing per skill and spell speed simply increases the rate at which you can use skills.
Though anecdotally I can tell you that they're probably both much much worse than crit and determination. Why? Because given the heavy movement that exists in fights (skill speed is only useful if you can stand there and turret, if you have to cast and then move you aren't actually fitting in any extra skills), combined with latency, combined with the fact that even 400 skill speed might lower your skill recharge time by a few hundredths of a second, combined with the UI not really providing any useful feedback when weaving off-GCD moves into on-GCD (can't see when you can actually use your next on-GCD after utilizing an off-GCD; have to just wait for the animation to finish), you end up with the realization that spell/skill speed is pretty bad in its current form. | Weapon damage is much much better than primary stat which is much much better than DTR/CRIT which is at least quite a bit better than skill speed. |
N3flak | As a bard the Mythology pants for 825 tomes are a more worthy upgrade than the +1 bow, even by your math you should have figured that out. Going from darklight to mythology pants you gain +9 dex and +34 crit. The reason they are so good is because Bard gear has an abundant amount of accuracy and in this slot we gain dps stat instead of accuracy. If 1 dex = 6 crit, then essentially this would be like gaining nearly 15 dex, whereas the bow for 900 mythology is like gaining 12 dex. Less points and more gain, that is how you min/max sir.
tldr: for a bard the mythology pants are far superior to that of the bow for a dps increase as long as you do not fall under accuracy cap (~450 for coil). | As a bard the Mythology pants for 825 tomes are a more worthy upgrade than the +1 bow, even by your math you should have figured that out. Going from darklight to mythology pants you gain +9 dex and +34 crit. The reason they are so good is because Bard gear has an abundant amount of accuracy and in this slot we gain dps stat instead of accuracy. If 1 dex = 6 crit, then essentially this would be like gaining nearly 15 dex, whereas the bow for 900 mythology is like gaining 12 dex. Less points and more gain, that is how you min/max sir.
tldr: for a bard the mythology pants are far superior to that of the bow for a dps increase as long as you do not fall under accuracy cap (~450 for coil).
| ffxiv | t5_2rgs7 | ccaebif | As a bard the Mythology pants for 825 tomes are a more worthy upgrade than the +1 bow, even by your math you should have figured that out. Going from darklight to mythology pants you gain +9 dex and +34 crit. The reason they are so good is because Bard gear has an abundant amount of accuracy and in this slot we gain dps stat instead of accuracy. If 1 dex = 6 crit, then essentially this would be like gaining nearly 15 dex, whereas the bow for 900 mythology is like gaining 12 dex. Less points and more gain, that is how you min/max sir. | for a bard the mythology pants are far superior to that of the bow for a dps increase as long as you do not fall under accuracy cap (~450 for coil). |
tacodeljefe | Out of all the things you could be angry about, you are complaining that the bar wasn't lowered and women given preferential treatment to usher in a 50/50 gender split in the cabinet, nevermind the number of men and women in politics does not stand in parity with the gender spread in the general population. A higher percentage of female politicians should rise to high office relative to their male counterparts, because apparently that's what equality means.
Even an average at best SJW would have spun an argument that the reason only one woman was chosen was because women are discouraged from entering politics and especially in conservative parties (to which the conversation would have eventually delved into larger and more serious issues), but no; you actually chose to parrot the same simple-minded narrative that representation should be based on numbers that make people feel warm and fuzzy, and not based on merit.
To quote Nareen Young, "'Leadership should reflect the community that it serves", to which I disagree. Leadership should reflect the values of the community, not the ability, which is why we elevate the most able among us to positions of power. When men are pushed much more heavily than women to not only succeed, but to excel, and when their worth is determined on what they can do relative to other men, and to their benefit to others, then it follows naturally that more men will rise to the top than their female peers, by taking on those additional responsibilities and incurring more risks. It also stands to reason that a societal climate in which men are fiercely pushed to overachieve in order provide benefit for others (thus gaining self-worth), *while simultaneously squeezing them from these positions and replacing them with less experienced and/or able women* would, if given sufficient time to run unchecked give rise to dissent among men (and women) who felt that no, this is neither fair to men, nor is it the most productive use of a society's human capital, nor is it anything but another example of placing women on a pedestal. Congratulations on finding your trollish backside in an internet haven where such men and women coalesce.
TLDR; Your post gave me breast cancer. | Out of all the things you could be angry about, you are complaining that the bar wasn't lowered and women given preferential treatment to usher in a 50/50 gender split in the cabinet, nevermind the number of men and women in politics does not stand in parity with the gender spread in the general population. A higher percentage of female politicians should rise to high office relative to their male counterparts, because apparently that's what equality means.
Even an average at best SJW would have spun an argument that the reason only one woman was chosen was because women are discouraged from entering politics and especially in conservative parties (to which the conversation would have eventually delved into larger and more serious issues), but no; you actually chose to parrot the same simple-minded narrative that representation should be based on numbers that make people feel warm and fuzzy, and not based on merit.
To quote Nareen Young, "'Leadership should reflect the community that it serves", to which I disagree. Leadership should reflect the values of the community, not the ability, which is why we elevate the most able among us to positions of power. When men are pushed much more heavily than women to not only succeed, but to excel, and when their worth is determined on what they can do relative to other men, and to their benefit to others, then it follows naturally that more men will rise to the top than their female peers, by taking on those additional responsibilities and incurring more risks. It also stands to reason that a societal climate in which men are fiercely pushed to overachieve in order provide benefit for others (thus gaining self-worth), while simultaneously squeezing them from these positions and replacing them with less experienced and/or able women would, if given sufficient time to run unchecked give rise to dissent among men (and women) who felt that no, this is neither fair to men, nor is it the most productive use of a society's human capital, nor is it anything but another example of placing women on a pedestal. Congratulations on finding your trollish backside in an internet haven where such men and women coalesce.
TLDR; Your post gave me breast cancer.
| MensRights | t5_2qhk3 | cca1c89 | Out of all the things you could be angry about, you are complaining that the bar wasn't lowered and women given preferential treatment to usher in a 50/50 gender split in the cabinet, nevermind the number of men and women in politics does not stand in parity with the gender spread in the general population. A higher percentage of female politicians should rise to high office relative to their male counterparts, because apparently that's what equality means.
Even an average at best SJW would have spun an argument that the reason only one woman was chosen was because women are discouraged from entering politics and especially in conservative parties (to which the conversation would have eventually delved into larger and more serious issues), but no; you actually chose to parrot the same simple-minded narrative that representation should be based on numbers that make people feel warm and fuzzy, and not based on merit.
To quote Nareen Young, "'Leadership should reflect the community that it serves", to which I disagree. Leadership should reflect the values of the community, not the ability, which is why we elevate the most able among us to positions of power. When men are pushed much more heavily than women to not only succeed, but to excel, and when their worth is determined on what they can do relative to other men, and to their benefit to others, then it follows naturally that more men will rise to the top than their female peers, by taking on those additional responsibilities and incurring more risks. It also stands to reason that a societal climate in which men are fiercely pushed to overachieve in order provide benefit for others (thus gaining self-worth), while simultaneously squeezing them from these positions and replacing them with less experienced and/or able women would, if given sufficient time to run unchecked give rise to dissent among men (and women) who felt that no, this is neither fair to men, nor is it the most productive use of a society's human capital, nor is it anything but another example of placing women on a pedestal. Congratulations on finding your trollish backside in an internet haven where such men and women coalesce. | Your post gave me breast cancer. |
IMBETTYWHITE | Better question still. Why give riot all these ideas for merch when you could just take the initiative to do it yourself and make lots of money?
TLDR: Analyst desk. | Better question still. Why give riot all these ideas for merch when you could just take the initiative to do it yourself and make lots of money?
TLDR: Analyst desk.
| leagueoflegends | t5_2rfxx | cca31ep | Better question still. Why give riot all these ideas for merch when you could just take the initiative to do it yourself and make lots of money? | Analyst desk. |
krymsonkyng | The Soraka example is a straw man argument: You have to trust an author to treat the characters in a believable way. You show me a story where Soraka as a character grows to a point where she can overcome the emotional trauma such an act would put her through and that sounds like a good story to me.
As for respawns and other weird fantastic elements: It's fiction. Hell, religions get made if your respawn is epic enough :P. That, and it's part of "The Heroes Journey". That's another beauty of stories. They're fluid and can be redacted and retconned if absolutely necessary. Consider the Star Wars books that happened just after the first three movies. Disney isn't going to follow that canon, nor do they need to: They're good stories that can stand alone (Especially the ones about the Solo kids. I love those, but I don't need to see 20+ movies about them).
As a side note: AD Soraka OP. Bananas of death.
I'm not suggesting Riot stray too far from their original character designs. They're well made and their backstories are sparse but driving. I'm asking that they allow authors to expand them, and fans to dive deeper into them. I love the stuff Machinima's been kicking out lately talking about character backstories: Zed vs. Shen, Lee Sin's back story... awesome stuff. Now imagine side characters. Average citizens of Runeterra who have to deal with living in a world full of super-powered legends. Tell me about the mysterious Summoners who run the Institute of War. Show me how champions can respawn in the League, but face perma-death outside the Fields of Justice.
**TL:DR:** Riot shouldn't be afraid to expand their lore. Doing so would just sink more of us nerds into their debt. | The Soraka example is a straw man argument: You have to trust an author to treat the characters in a believable way. You show me a story where Soraka as a character grows to a point where she can overcome the emotional trauma such an act would put her through and that sounds like a good story to me.
As for respawns and other weird fantastic elements: It's fiction. Hell, religions get made if your respawn is epic enough :P. That, and it's part of "The Heroes Journey". That's another beauty of stories. They're fluid and can be redacted and retconned if absolutely necessary. Consider the Star Wars books that happened just after the first three movies. Disney isn't going to follow that canon, nor do they need to: They're good stories that can stand alone (Especially the ones about the Solo kids. I love those, but I don't need to see 20+ movies about them).
As a side note: AD Soraka OP. Bananas of death.
I'm not suggesting Riot stray too far from their original character designs. They're well made and their backstories are sparse but driving. I'm asking that they allow authors to expand them, and fans to dive deeper into them. I love the stuff Machinima's been kicking out lately talking about character backstories: Zed vs. Shen, Lee Sin's back story... awesome stuff. Now imagine side characters. Average citizens of Runeterra who have to deal with living in a world full of super-powered legends. Tell me about the mysterious Summoners who run the Institute of War. Show me how champions can respawn in the League, but face perma-death outside the Fields of Justice.
TL:DR: Riot shouldn't be afraid to expand their lore. Doing so would just sink more of us nerds into their debt.
| leagueoflegends | t5_2rfxx | ccaepqq | The Soraka example is a straw man argument: You have to trust an author to treat the characters in a believable way. You show me a story where Soraka as a character grows to a point where she can overcome the emotional trauma such an act would put her through and that sounds like a good story to me.
As for respawns and other weird fantastic elements: It's fiction. Hell, religions get made if your respawn is epic enough :P. That, and it's part of "The Heroes Journey". That's another beauty of stories. They're fluid and can be redacted and retconned if absolutely necessary. Consider the Star Wars books that happened just after the first three movies. Disney isn't going to follow that canon, nor do they need to: They're good stories that can stand alone (Especially the ones about the Solo kids. I love those, but I don't need to see 20+ movies about them).
As a side note: AD Soraka OP. Bananas of death.
I'm not suggesting Riot stray too far from their original character designs. They're well made and their backstories are sparse but driving. I'm asking that they allow authors to expand them, and fans to dive deeper into them. I love the stuff Machinima's been kicking out lately talking about character backstories: Zed vs. Shen, Lee Sin's back story... awesome stuff. Now imagine side characters. Average citizens of Runeterra who have to deal with living in a world full of super-powered legends. Tell me about the mysterious Summoners who run the Institute of War. Show me how champions can respawn in the League, but face perma-death outside the Fields of Justice. | Riot shouldn't be afraid to expand their lore. Doing so would just sink more of us nerds into their debt. |
Kittenclysm | If it looks blurry in places, it's because I used a less defined brush to minimize the MSPaint look. This is the quality at which it was drawn. Here's an [eps,]( but it doesn't look like it's going to convert well.
TL;DR I have no idea what I'm doing. | If it looks blurry in places, it's because I used a less defined brush to minimize the MSPaint look. This is the quality at which it was drawn. Here's an [eps,]( but it doesn't look like it's going to convert well.
TL;DR I have no idea what I'm doing.
| Fallout | t5_2qnzu | cca5zhk | If it looks blurry in places, it's because I used a less defined brush to minimize the MSPaint look. This is the quality at which it was drawn. Here's an [eps,]( but it doesn't look like it's going to convert well. | I have no idea what I'm doing. |
sunflowermishka | Two of my (formerly) closest friends had been dating for 10 years. I’m almost 25 so 10 years is a really long time. I moved across the country to a city where they had also moved to, several years earlier. For the first few months in that new city, I basically only knew/hung out with them. Third wheel 24/7. Things were usually fine, but every once in a while it would be difficult because they’d be so interested in what their SO was saying that sometimes it felt like they didn’t care about what I was saying in comparison. Once, the girlfriend was doing something that was making me uncomfortable. I kept asking her to stop and she didn’t, so I physically put my arms up to block her. The boyfriend promptly yelled at me because I “could’ve hurt her”. That made me feel sad and alone. I wrote a haiku about it, actually:
A loving couple
Wrapped in a secret cocoon
I’m not invited
I then met my current SO. Tension arose between my SO and aforementioned boyfriend. I asked my friends to accept my SO and be friendly towards him and invite him to potlucks. They yelled at me and said no. I stopped being friends with them.
Tl;dr: being the single friend can be difficult at times but isn’t so bad/is do-able if the couple isn’t sucking face and totally ignoring you the whole time. If your friends knowing and accepting your SO is important to you, and they refuse to, maybe it’s time for new friends. | Two of my (formerly) closest friends had been dating for 10 years. I’m almost 25 so 10 years is a really long time. I moved across the country to a city where they had also moved to, several years earlier. For the first few months in that new city, I basically only knew/hung out with them. Third wheel 24/7. Things were usually fine, but every once in a while it would be difficult because they’d be so interested in what their SO was saying that sometimes it felt like they didn’t care about what I was saying in comparison. Once, the girlfriend was doing something that was making me uncomfortable. I kept asking her to stop and she didn’t, so I physically put my arms up to block her. The boyfriend promptly yelled at me because I “could’ve hurt her”. That made me feel sad and alone. I wrote a haiku about it, actually:
A loving couple
Wrapped in a secret cocoon
I’m not invited
I then met my current SO. Tension arose between my SO and aforementioned boyfriend. I asked my friends to accept my SO and be friendly towards him and invite him to potlucks. They yelled at me and said no. I stopped being friends with them.
Tl;dr: being the single friend can be difficult at times but isn’t so bad/is do-able if the couple isn’t sucking face and totally ignoring you the whole time. If your friends knowing and accepting your SO is important to you, and they refuse to, maybe it’s time for new friends.
| AskWomen | t5_2rxrw | ccasa6v | Two of my (formerly) closest friends had been dating for 10 years. I’m almost 25 so 10 years is a really long time. I moved across the country to a city where they had also moved to, several years earlier. For the first few months in that new city, I basically only knew/hung out with them. Third wheel 24/7. Things were usually fine, but every once in a while it would be difficult because they’d be so interested in what their SO was saying that sometimes it felt like they didn’t care about what I was saying in comparison. Once, the girlfriend was doing something that was making me uncomfortable. I kept asking her to stop and she didn’t, so I physically put my arms up to block her. The boyfriend promptly yelled at me because I “could’ve hurt her”. That made me feel sad and alone. I wrote a haiku about it, actually:
A loving couple
Wrapped in a secret cocoon
I’m not invited
I then met my current SO. Tension arose between my SO and aforementioned boyfriend. I asked my friends to accept my SO and be friendly towards him and invite him to potlucks. They yelled at me and said no. I stopped being friends with them. | being the single friend can be difficult at times but isn’t so bad/is do-able if the couple isn’t sucking face and totally ignoring you the whole time. If your friends knowing and accepting your SO is important to you, and they refuse to, maybe it’s time for new friends. |
demasx | Another quick money related question... I know you can replay missions for medals, but can you replay missions to repeatedly reap the monetary reward? I know that would change based on which hires you pick, their cut, and who- if anyone- goes down during a heist... but does the game deduct what you already earned or does it simply not give you a cash reward (or only let you replay missions after the entire game is completed)?
TLDR; Could simply replaying a profitable heist repeatedly net you tons of cash? | Another quick money related question... I know you can replay missions for medals, but can you replay missions to repeatedly reap the monetary reward? I know that would change based on which hires you pick, their cut, and who- if anyone- goes down during a heist... but does the game deduct what you already earned or does it simply not give you a cash reward (or only let you replay missions after the entire game is completed)?
TLDR; Could simply replaying a profitable heist repeatedly net you tons of cash?
| GrandTheftAutoV | t5_2t0xk | ccaf9u2 | Another quick money related question... I know you can replay missions for medals, but can you replay missions to repeatedly reap the monetary reward? I know that would change based on which hires you pick, their cut, and who- if anyone- goes down during a heist... but does the game deduct what you already earned or does it simply not give you a cash reward (or only let you replay missions after the entire game is completed)? | Could simply replaying a profitable heist repeatedly net you tons of cash? |
SirChucklez | The people in the booth point out anyone they see using phones or cameras during the show to an usher. The spot ops have the best vantage obviously, but having been one for two years, I can say they often handle cases a bit differently. Our theater is relatively small (622 seats) and the booth sticks out from the back wall so there are two sections of seats actually next to the booth (with isles on either side of the booth to doors next to it, and a missing row in front of the booth that goes from wall to wall). This means the spot ops are right over a lot of the crowd from their open vantage on top of the booth.
It is tradition to use a green laser pointer (bought on the theater budget with an unknown excuse) to piss off photographers and texters. The regular ops have gotten very accurate with the thing (I guess that sense of aim help when you're a spot op), and rarely disturb others. What are the people going to do? Complain about a green dot of unknown origin dancing over their phone screen?
TL:DR Shoot their phone with a laser pointer until they get pissed and stop. | The people in the booth point out anyone they see using phones or cameras during the show to an usher. The spot ops have the best vantage obviously, but having been one for two years, I can say they often handle cases a bit differently. Our theater is relatively small (622 seats) and the booth sticks out from the back wall so there are two sections of seats actually next to the booth (with isles on either side of the booth to doors next to it, and a missing row in front of the booth that goes from wall to wall). This means the spot ops are right over a lot of the crowd from their open vantage on top of the booth.
It is tradition to use a green laser pointer (bought on the theater budget with an unknown excuse) to piss off photographers and texters. The regular ops have gotten very accurate with the thing (I guess that sense of aim help when you're a spot op), and rarely disturb others. What are the people going to do? Complain about a green dot of unknown origin dancing over their phone screen?
TL:DR Shoot their phone with a laser pointer until they get pissed and stop.
| techtheatre | t5_2r2ne | ccakztz | The people in the booth point out anyone they see using phones or cameras during the show to an usher. The spot ops have the best vantage obviously, but having been one for two years, I can say they often handle cases a bit differently. Our theater is relatively small (622 seats) and the booth sticks out from the back wall so there are two sections of seats actually next to the booth (with isles on either side of the booth to doors next to it, and a missing row in front of the booth that goes from wall to wall). This means the spot ops are right over a lot of the crowd from their open vantage on top of the booth.
It is tradition to use a green laser pointer (bought on the theater budget with an unknown excuse) to piss off photographers and texters. The regular ops have gotten very accurate with the thing (I guess that sense of aim help when you're a spot op), and rarely disturb others. What are the people going to do? Complain about a green dot of unknown origin dancing over their phone screen? | Shoot their phone with a laser pointer until they get pissed and stop. |
manintheyellowhat | I ran spot for an Off-Broadway show recently and I brought in a green laser pointer to blast phone screens from the booth. I just taped it to the top of my spot and lined it up in my telrad sight. Any time my spot wasn't on, I was free to flash a warning laser on peoples' hands or phone screens.
tl;dr Green laser pointer and a Telrad sight for deadly accuracy | I ran spot for an Off-Broadway show recently and I brought in a green laser pointer to blast phone screens from the booth. I just taped it to the top of my spot and lined it up in my telrad sight. Any time my spot wasn't on, I was free to flash a warning laser on peoples' hands or phone screens.
tl;dr Green laser pointer and a Telrad sight for deadly accuracy
| techtheatre | t5_2r2ne | ccasrwi | I ran spot for an Off-Broadway show recently and I brought in a green laser pointer to blast phone screens from the booth. I just taped it to the top of my spot and lined it up in my telrad sight. Any time my spot wasn't on, I was free to flash a warning laser on peoples' hands or phone screens. | Green laser pointer and a Telrad sight for deadly accuracy |
MixyTheAlchemist | It's like the old marine who still practices breaking down and reassembling his weapon every day. You have to stay ready, just in case the president calls and asks you to infiltrate a terrorist organization camped out in the Amazon and run by a guy who looks exactly like you, and he's making a connection through O'Hare in two hours and you only have three minutes to make the swap, and ARE YOU READY, SOLDIER?
TL,DR: I also just shaved my pubes for no visible reason. | It's like the old marine who still practices breaking down and reassembling his weapon every day. You have to stay ready, just in case the president calls and asks you to infiltrate a terrorist organization camped out in the Amazon and run by a guy who looks exactly like you, and he's making a connection through O'Hare in two hours and you only have three minutes to make the swap, and ARE YOU READY, SOLDIER?
TL,DR: I also just shaved my pubes for no visible reason.
| AdviceAnimals | t5_2s7tt | ccaml71 | It's like the old marine who still practices breaking down and reassembling his weapon every day. You have to stay ready, just in case the president calls and asks you to infiltrate a terrorist organization camped out in the Amazon and run by a guy who looks exactly like you, and he's making a connection through O'Hare in two hours and you only have three minutes to make the swap, and ARE YOU READY, SOLDIER? | I also just shaved my pubes for no visible reason. |
Rhoswen | Well, I'm asexual and have no libido (They're not the same thing). I'm not sexually active now, but I can't say I plan to stay abstinent forever, though I would be perfectly happy to.
I wont be accepting any relationship request for a long time because I need a break (kinda aromantic too). I've never actively looked for a relationship because it's not something I need. And if I ever do get in a relationship again I would like them to be asexual as well, because it just doesn't seem worth it to have sex just to maintain a romantic relationship. But who knows who I might fall for, so I'm not saying anything for sure on that topic.
I'm not completely opposed to marriage, but would only do it for financial reasons and only under the right circumstances, that I wont get into now. And since I've preferred being single so far, I would probably just marry a friend anyways. So I think marriage is unlikely for me.
Completely child free. Nothing else to say about that.
TL;DR Pretty much, yeah. | Well, I'm asexual and have no libido (They're not the same thing). I'm not sexually active now, but I can't say I plan to stay abstinent forever, though I would be perfectly happy to.
I wont be accepting any relationship request for a long time because I need a break (kinda aromantic too). I've never actively looked for a relationship because it's not something I need. And if I ever do get in a relationship again I would like them to be asexual as well, because it just doesn't seem worth it to have sex just to maintain a romantic relationship. But who knows who I might fall for, so I'm not saying anything for sure on that topic.
I'm not completely opposed to marriage, but would only do it for financial reasons and only under the right circumstances, that I wont get into now. And since I've preferred being single so far, I would probably just marry a friend anyways. So I think marriage is unlikely for me.
Completely child free. Nothing else to say about that.
TL;DR Pretty much, yeah.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccjtk8f | Well, I'm asexual and have no libido (They're not the same thing). I'm not sexually active now, but I can't say I plan to stay abstinent forever, though I would be perfectly happy to.
I wont be accepting any relationship request for a long time because I need a break (kinda aromantic too). I've never actively looked for a relationship because it's not something I need. And if I ever do get in a relationship again I would like them to be asexual as well, because it just doesn't seem worth it to have sex just to maintain a romantic relationship. But who knows who I might fall for, so I'm not saying anything for sure on that topic.
I'm not completely opposed to marriage, but would only do it for financial reasons and only under the right circumstances, that I wont get into now. And since I've preferred being single so far, I would probably just marry a friend anyways. So I think marriage is unlikely for me.
Completely child free. Nothing else to say about that. | Pretty much, yeah. |
Nazte | I'd really like to see a small experiment done with this meal here. Prepare another one, and have yourself a solid iron bar close by. Eat this sandwich, and then hold up the iron bar in front of your face while you talk at a normal conversational volume. My hypothesis is that said iron bar will reach its melting point and begin to flow like lava in just... well, seconds probably.
TLDR; This must make your breath stink so fucking bad you can melt solid metal objects with it. | I'd really like to see a small experiment done with this meal here. Prepare another one, and have yourself a solid iron bar close by. Eat this sandwich, and then hold up the iron bar in front of your face while you talk at a normal conversational volume. My hypothesis is that said iron bar will reach its melting point and begin to flow like lava in just... well, seconds probably.
TLDR; This must make your breath stink so fucking bad you can melt solid metal objects with it.
| shittyfoodporn | t5_2u1if | ccb4jcq | I'd really like to see a small experiment done with this meal here. Prepare another one, and have yourself a solid iron bar close by. Eat this sandwich, and then hold up the iron bar in front of your face while you talk at a normal conversational volume. My hypothesis is that said iron bar will reach its melting point and begin to flow like lava in just... well, seconds probably. | This must make your breath stink so fucking bad you can melt solid metal objects with it. |
fojasaurus | I can see a case where vetoing a trade because it is unfair would be acceptable. I'm in a league at work that has a mix of new players and seasoned FF vets. If one of the veterans tries to trade rape a new player, I would be quick to start the veto bandwagon. The point of having Fantasy Football in the office is to have fun. If someone gets trade raped in their second week, they are likely not going to have fun and could abandon their team midway through the season. The rape victim will also likely not want to play next year or the year after for fear of getting raped again.
TL;DR: As a gentleman, I think that experienced players should not rape the young. | I can see a case where vetoing a trade because it is unfair would be acceptable. I'm in a league at work that has a mix of new players and seasoned FF vets. If one of the veterans tries to trade rape a new player, I would be quick to start the veto bandwagon. The point of having Fantasy Football in the office is to have fun. If someone gets trade raped in their second week, they are likely not going to have fun and could abandon their team midway through the season. The rape victim will also likely not want to play next year or the year after for fear of getting raped again.
TL;DR: As a gentleman, I think that experienced players should not rape the young.
| fantasyfootball | t5_2qlqq | ccawbrd | I can see a case where vetoing a trade because it is unfair would be acceptable. I'm in a league at work that has a mix of new players and seasoned FF vets. If one of the veterans tries to trade rape a new player, I would be quick to start the veto bandwagon. The point of having Fantasy Football in the office is to have fun. If someone gets trade raped in their second week, they are likely not going to have fun and could abandon their team midway through the season. The rape victim will also likely not want to play next year or the year after for fear of getting raped again. | As a gentleman, I think that experienced players should not rape the young. |
Swerv3 | Kill Keywardens (1 in each act)
Collect key from each act (acts 1-3)
Get Infernal Machine Plan (from Act 4)
Create Infernal Machine "portal" (there are 3)
Get body part by killing uber bosses in "portal" (each portal has different body part)
Build 1 Hellfire Ring
TL;DR: So in essence- 9 keys makes 3 infernal machines, enter infernal machines kill bosses, get body part from each of the machines to craft 1x Hellfire Ring (dex/vit/str/int) | Kill Keywardens (1 in each act)
Collect key from each act (acts 1-3)
Get Infernal Machine Plan (from Act 4)
Create Infernal Machine "portal" (there are 3)
Get body part by killing uber bosses in "portal" (each portal has different body part)
Build 1 Hellfire Ring
TL;DR: So in essence- 9 keys makes 3 infernal machines, enter infernal machines kill bosses, get body part from each of the machines to craft 1x Hellfire Ring (dex/vit/str/int)
| diablo3 | t5_2qjhk | ccavueo | Kill Keywardens (1 in each act)
Collect key from each act (acts 1-3)
Get Infernal Machine Plan (from Act 4)
Create Infernal Machine "portal" (there are 3)
Get body part by killing uber bosses in "portal" (each portal has different body part)
Build 1 Hellfire Ring | So in essence- 9 keys makes 3 infernal machines, enter infernal machines kill bosses, get body part from each of the machines to craft 1x Hellfire Ring (dex/vit/str/int) |
cmdrNacho | as others have said ideas are just that, execution is what matters. I can understand his position as I get pitched ideas constantly. If you think you can do it .. then do it. He'll pay more attention if you're successful or taking away business.
tldr: do you think pepsi asked coke to make a cola product. | as others have said ideas are just that, execution is what matters. I can understand his position as I get pitched ideas constantly. If you think you can do it .. then do it. He'll pay more attention if you're successful or taking away business.
tldr: do you think pepsi asked coke to make a cola product.
| startups | t5_2qh26 | ccb1hpr | as others have said ideas are just that, execution is what matters. I can understand his position as I get pitched ideas constantly. If you think you can do it .. then do it. He'll pay more attention if you're successful or taking away business. | do you think pepsi asked coke to make a cola product. |
redrubberpenguin | > The 8320 and 8350 are the same chip.
A little misleading. The two are made from the same production line, but the reason 8320s are sold as 8320 is because they are binned lower. They can't handle the same clock speeds that an 8350 can at the same voltages and thermal envelopes, so they are set at a lower clock and sold at a discount. You can certainly overclock the 8320 to 8350 **stock** speeds (and a little beyond), but the 8350 will hit much higher clocks than an 8320 can.
TL;DR: 8320s are lower quality 8350s, but not exactly the same chip. | > The 8320 and 8350 are the same chip.
A little misleading. The two are made from the same production line, but the reason 8320s are sold as 8320 is because they are binned lower. They can't handle the same clock speeds that an 8350 can at the same voltages and thermal envelopes, so they are set at a lower clock and sold at a discount. You can certainly overclock the 8320 to 8350 stock speeds (and a little beyond), but the 8350 will hit much higher clocks than an 8320 can.
TL;DR: 8320s are lower quality 8350s, but not exactly the same chip.
| buildapc | t5_2rnve | ccb833y | The 8320 and 8350 are the same chip.
A little misleading. The two are made from the same production line, but the reason 8320s are sold as 8320 is because they are binned lower. They can't handle the same clock speeds that an 8350 can at the same voltages and thermal envelopes, so they are set at a lower clock and sold at a discount. You can certainly overclock the 8320 to 8350 stock speeds (and a little beyond), but the 8350 will hit much higher clocks than an 8320 can. | 8320s are lower quality 8350s, but not exactly the same chip. |
mud074 | Range means nothing but damage. The longer ranges you are firing at, the slower your bullets are going. This eliminates AP effects past moderate distances. With LMGs you do not want to be firing over 300 meters and not much over 600 with HMGs. A hit with HE rounds from cannons will be destructive no matter what range you hit at, but it is always better to fire at closer ranges so you can put more bullets into the target easier. If you have your convergence set close up and put a good burst into a target from MGs at 100 meters, they will be absolutely shred. If you do the same thing at 700 meters, the enemy will just get tickled.
TL;DR: This is not COD or Battlefield with rewards for long distance shots. It is more like ArmA in that you want to be as close as possible for firing. Beyond close ranges your bullets are just losing valuable energy. | Range means nothing but damage. The longer ranges you are firing at, the slower your bullets are going. This eliminates AP effects past moderate distances. With LMGs you do not want to be firing over 300 meters and not much over 600 with HMGs. A hit with HE rounds from cannons will be destructive no matter what range you hit at, but it is always better to fire at closer ranges so you can put more bullets into the target easier. If you have your convergence set close up and put a good burst into a target from MGs at 100 meters, they will be absolutely shred. If you do the same thing at 700 meters, the enemy will just get tickled.
TL;DR: This is not COD or Battlefield with rewards for long distance shots. It is more like ArmA in that you want to be as close as possible for firing. Beyond close ranges your bullets are just losing valuable energy.
| Warthunder | t5_2uc6j | ccb8k2o | Range means nothing but damage. The longer ranges you are firing at, the slower your bullets are going. This eliminates AP effects past moderate distances. With LMGs you do not want to be firing over 300 meters and not much over 600 with HMGs. A hit with HE rounds from cannons will be destructive no matter what range you hit at, but it is always better to fire at closer ranges so you can put more bullets into the target easier. If you have your convergence set close up and put a good burst into a target from MGs at 100 meters, they will be absolutely shred. If you do the same thing at 700 meters, the enemy will just get tickled. | This is not COD or Battlefield with rewards for long distance shots. It is more like ArmA in that you want to be as close as possible for firing. Beyond close ranges your bullets are just losing valuable energy. |
licyeus | What I meant by the second part of #1 is that you can re-organize things into the same 4 colored-column layout and have those columns serve as paths. I'd suggest the groups should be HTML/CSS, Javascript client-side libs/frameworks, backend languages/frameworks, and data/db stuff.
I'd recommend grouping as:
**HTML/CSS**: HTML, CSS, LESS, SASS, Bootstrap
**JS client-side libs/frameworks**: Javascript, JSON, jQuery, Underscore, Sugar, Backbone, AngularJS, EmberJS, Coffeescript
**Backend langs/frameworks**: Python, Flask, Tornado, Ruby, Rails, Node, Express, PHP
**Data/db**: SQL, Mongo, Redis, Memcached, Neo4j
**Misc**: Git, Heroku
And I believe I'm missing an item, but you get the gist.
Now you can easily follow a color downward and see similar technologies in that column. The # of items per column don't necessarily have to be the same height, due to differing complexity. Maybe put misc. items (git, heroku) as a light gray underneath one of the shorter other columns (or create a fifth col).
**tl;dr**: Colors and layout should inform the user, not just be random. Content first. | What I meant by the second part of #1 is that you can re-organize things into the same 4 colored-column layout and have those columns serve as paths. I'd suggest the groups should be HTML/CSS, Javascript client-side libs/frameworks, backend languages/frameworks, and data/db stuff.
I'd recommend grouping as:
HTML/CSS : HTML, CSS, LESS, SASS, Bootstrap
JS client-side libs/frameworks : Javascript, JSON, jQuery, Underscore, Sugar, Backbone, AngularJS, EmberJS, Coffeescript
Backend langs/frameworks : Python, Flask, Tornado, Ruby, Rails, Node, Express, PHP
Data/db : SQL, Mongo, Redis, Memcached, Neo4j
Misc : Git, Heroku
And I believe I'm missing an item, but you get the gist.
Now you can easily follow a color downward and see similar technologies in that column. The # of items per column don't necessarily have to be the same height, due to differing complexity. Maybe put misc. items (git, heroku) as a light gray underneath one of the shorter other columns (or create a fifth col).
tl;dr : Colors and layout should inform the user, not just be random. Content first.
| startups | t5_2qh26 | ccbppbt | What I meant by the second part of #1 is that you can re-organize things into the same 4 colored-column layout and have those columns serve as paths. I'd suggest the groups should be HTML/CSS, Javascript client-side libs/frameworks, backend languages/frameworks, and data/db stuff.
I'd recommend grouping as:
HTML/CSS : HTML, CSS, LESS, SASS, Bootstrap
JS client-side libs/frameworks : Javascript, JSON, jQuery, Underscore, Sugar, Backbone, AngularJS, EmberJS, Coffeescript
Backend langs/frameworks : Python, Flask, Tornado, Ruby, Rails, Node, Express, PHP
Data/db : SQL, Mongo, Redis, Memcached, Neo4j
Misc : Git, Heroku
And I believe I'm missing an item, but you get the gist.
Now you can easily follow a color downward and see similar technologies in that column. The # of items per column don't necessarily have to be the same height, due to differing complexity. Maybe put misc. items (git, heroku) as a light gray underneath one of the shorter other columns (or create a fifth col). | Colors and layout should inform the user, not just be random. Content first. |
jroth005 | Meritocracy ALWAYS creates Bureaucracy. Essentially, to know how much merit one has for a position, you must well define the position and responsibilities. Then you need others to compare that individual against, and the more responsibilities and duties, the more people you need to compare that individual to; otherwise you risk making snap decisions. This also creates another issue: Survival of the Flashiest. At the lower levels of a meritocracy, it's hard to know just by looking which candidates are the best, so inevitably you will be drawn to the one individual with the Flashiest Resume. He may just be a showy prick, but you can't tell through all the fog.
Here's a hypothetical example using education:
Educational Minister: 1 person, YAY MERITOCRACY! THIS GUY KNOWS HIS STUFF!
Regional educational ministers: 10 people, the best from each region
THAT'S FINE! They HAVE to be there or you won't know for SURE you got the Education Minister is the best individual.
Minister of province or state: 5 people per region, for 50 total.
OK, 61 people... not THAT bad. And it gives you a bigger pool of people to draw from.
minister of county level education: Each state has 100 counties, 5000 people
Ok... 5,061 people... big BUT NOT DEMOCRACY BIG! AND THEIR ALL THERE BECAUSE THEY WERE BETTER THAN THE OTHER GUY!
Principles of schools: 5 schools per county, 25000 people
30,061 people... BUT IT'S ONLY THE BEST PEOPLE RIGHT? Not really, when a category has that many individuals, it gets hard to tell which is REALLY the best, you have to rely on other criteria when picking "the best."
Teachers: each school has 25 Teachers, 1,250,000 people
1,280,061 people Can't ALL be the BEST at something... just BETTER than others.
See, meritocracies work, but they are ALWAYS slow, and they become easily manipulated by inter-personal politics. In the end the ones in charge aren't necessarily in charge because they were the best, but because they knew a guy, or because they knew a seat was opening and jumped for attention.
TL;DR: Meritocracy breeds bureaucracy, which creates "qualification fog", which breeds survival of the flashy over survival of the fittest. | Meritocracy ALWAYS creates Bureaucracy. Essentially, to know how much merit one has for a position, you must well define the position and responsibilities. Then you need others to compare that individual against, and the more responsibilities and duties, the more people you need to compare that individual to; otherwise you risk making snap decisions. This also creates another issue: Survival of the Flashiest. At the lower levels of a meritocracy, it's hard to know just by looking which candidates are the best, so inevitably you will be drawn to the one individual with the Flashiest Resume. He may just be a showy prick, but you can't tell through all the fog.
Here's a hypothetical example using education:
Educational Minister: 1 person, YAY MERITOCRACY! THIS GUY KNOWS HIS STUFF!
Regional educational ministers: 10 people, the best from each region
THAT'S FINE! They HAVE to be there or you won't know for SURE you got the Education Minister is the best individual.
Minister of province or state: 5 people per region, for 50 total.
OK, 61 people... not THAT bad. And it gives you a bigger pool of people to draw from.
minister of county level education: Each state has 100 counties, 5000 people
Ok... 5,061 people... big BUT NOT DEMOCRACY BIG! AND THEIR ALL THERE BECAUSE THEY WERE BETTER THAN THE OTHER GUY!
Principles of schools: 5 schools per county, 25000 people
30,061 people... BUT IT'S ONLY THE BEST PEOPLE RIGHT? Not really, when a category has that many individuals, it gets hard to tell which is REALLY the best, you have to rely on other criteria when picking "the best."
Teachers: each school has 25 Teachers, 1,250,000 people
1,280,061 people Can't ALL be the BEST at something... just BETTER than others.
See, meritocracies work, but they are ALWAYS slow, and they become easily manipulated by inter-personal politics. In the end the ones in charge aren't necessarily in charge because they were the best, but because they knew a guy, or because they knew a seat was opening and jumped for attention.
TL;DR: Meritocracy breeds bureaucracy, which creates "qualification fog", which breeds survival of the flashy over survival of the fittest.
| changemyview | t5_2w2s8 | ccbas3z | Meritocracy ALWAYS creates Bureaucracy. Essentially, to know how much merit one has for a position, you must well define the position and responsibilities. Then you need others to compare that individual against, and the more responsibilities and duties, the more people you need to compare that individual to; otherwise you risk making snap decisions. This also creates another issue: Survival of the Flashiest. At the lower levels of a meritocracy, it's hard to know just by looking which candidates are the best, so inevitably you will be drawn to the one individual with the Flashiest Resume. He may just be a showy prick, but you can't tell through all the fog.
Here's a hypothetical example using education:
Educational Minister: 1 person, YAY MERITOCRACY! THIS GUY KNOWS HIS STUFF!
Regional educational ministers: 10 people, the best from each region
THAT'S FINE! They HAVE to be there or you won't know for SURE you got the Education Minister is the best individual.
Minister of province or state: 5 people per region, for 50 total.
OK, 61 people... not THAT bad. And it gives you a bigger pool of people to draw from.
minister of county level education: Each state has 100 counties, 5000 people
Ok... 5,061 people... big BUT NOT DEMOCRACY BIG! AND THEIR ALL THERE BECAUSE THEY WERE BETTER THAN THE OTHER GUY!
Principles of schools: 5 schools per county, 25000 people
30,061 people... BUT IT'S ONLY THE BEST PEOPLE RIGHT? Not really, when a category has that many individuals, it gets hard to tell which is REALLY the best, you have to rely on other criteria when picking "the best."
Teachers: each school has 25 Teachers, 1,250,000 people
1,280,061 people Can't ALL be the BEST at something... just BETTER than others.
See, meritocracies work, but they are ALWAYS slow, and they become easily manipulated by inter-personal politics. In the end the ones in charge aren't necessarily in charge because they were the best, but because they knew a guy, or because they knew a seat was opening and jumped for attention. | Meritocracy breeds bureaucracy, which creates "qualification fog", which breeds survival of the flashy over survival of the fittest. |
turkeyrock | Maybe you are asking the wrong question?
Government doesn't solve most problems very well. They screw up economic issues, policy issues, education issues, on and on. Some things they are critical for: policing, infrastructure, contract enforcement, etc.
The real issue is that the government shouldn't be involved in those types of decisions at all because being a bureaucracy they just cannot do so well.
Would you consider the possibility that instead of hiring the "best top level logical" (as defined by some sort of test designed by whom?) person to be the head of the education system that the governments role should only be to distribute the money to the schools chosen by parents? So that merit can be chosen by the individuals?
The government does use meritocracy all the time, the post office would be a great example. The problem is that those tests, those claims to merit, that artificial scoreboard so desired by academic and government types, is *nonsense*.
The unspoken rule of success is that failure must also be involved usually. Not everything is a sum zero game, but democracy and meritocratic government systems behave that way.
Beyond that, those with the "greatest merit" are often on the brink of being completely wrong as proven by some "dumbass" that doesn't meet the test. Education is important, but the "merit system" which often rewards compliance more than honest talent doesn't work for the "more efficient and prosperous" world you desire.
Can you name the game changing advances brought about by those deep in a meritocratic world? Not refinements, big change.
The problem with that meritocratic world is the people involved. You don't have some person spend 40 years to get to the top position and then gracefully step aside when someone better pops up. Rules and bylaws and all kinds of nonsense are created to prevent that. See tenured professors - if they are the best shouldn't they be able to prove that forever? Why the protection?
**TL;DR:** Take a look at every meritocratic system that exists. Can you name one that freely fires the last talent and moves on? The idea is nice, the reality is far different. | Maybe you are asking the wrong question?
Government doesn't solve most problems very well. They screw up economic issues, policy issues, education issues, on and on. Some things they are critical for: policing, infrastructure, contract enforcement, etc.
The real issue is that the government shouldn't be involved in those types of decisions at all because being a bureaucracy they just cannot do so well.
Would you consider the possibility that instead of hiring the "best top level logical" (as defined by some sort of test designed by whom?) person to be the head of the education system that the governments role should only be to distribute the money to the schools chosen by parents? So that merit can be chosen by the individuals?
The government does use meritocracy all the time, the post office would be a great example. The problem is that those tests, those claims to merit, that artificial scoreboard so desired by academic and government types, is nonsense .
The unspoken rule of success is that failure must also be involved usually. Not everything is a sum zero game, but democracy and meritocratic government systems behave that way.
Beyond that, those with the "greatest merit" are often on the brink of being completely wrong as proven by some "dumbass" that doesn't meet the test. Education is important, but the "merit system" which often rewards compliance more than honest talent doesn't work for the "more efficient and prosperous" world you desire.
Can you name the game changing advances brought about by those deep in a meritocratic world? Not refinements, big change.
The problem with that meritocratic world is the people involved. You don't have some person spend 40 years to get to the top position and then gracefully step aside when someone better pops up. Rules and bylaws and all kinds of nonsense are created to prevent that. See tenured professors - if they are the best shouldn't they be able to prove that forever? Why the protection?
TL;DR: Take a look at every meritocratic system that exists. Can you name one that freely fires the last talent and moves on? The idea is nice, the reality is far different.
| changemyview | t5_2w2s8 | ccbbq94 | Maybe you are asking the wrong question?
Government doesn't solve most problems very well. They screw up economic issues, policy issues, education issues, on and on. Some things they are critical for: policing, infrastructure, contract enforcement, etc.
The real issue is that the government shouldn't be involved in those types of decisions at all because being a bureaucracy they just cannot do so well.
Would you consider the possibility that instead of hiring the "best top level logical" (as defined by some sort of test designed by whom?) person to be the head of the education system that the governments role should only be to distribute the money to the schools chosen by parents? So that merit can be chosen by the individuals?
The government does use meritocracy all the time, the post office would be a great example. The problem is that those tests, those claims to merit, that artificial scoreboard so desired by academic and government types, is nonsense .
The unspoken rule of success is that failure must also be involved usually. Not everything is a sum zero game, but democracy and meritocratic government systems behave that way.
Beyond that, those with the "greatest merit" are often on the brink of being completely wrong as proven by some "dumbass" that doesn't meet the test. Education is important, but the "merit system" which often rewards compliance more than honest talent doesn't work for the "more efficient and prosperous" world you desire.
Can you name the game changing advances brought about by those deep in a meritocratic world? Not refinements, big change.
The problem with that meritocratic world is the people involved. You don't have some person spend 40 years to get to the top position and then gracefully step aside when someone better pops up. Rules and bylaws and all kinds of nonsense are created to prevent that. See tenured professors - if they are the best shouldn't they be able to prove that forever? Why the protection? | Take a look at every meritocratic system that exists. Can you name one that freely fires the last talent and moves on? The idea is nice, the reality is far different. |
lkaeo | It's not that I necessarily think it's a bad idea, policy-wise. What bothers me is whether it should have been ruled constitutional.
I was in law school when the ACA was passed, and one of my classes focused almost entirely on whether the federal government (as opposed to state government) could require an individual to purchase health insurance under the Commerce Clause. In the US, the federal gov has only specific enumerated powers listed in the constitution, and all other powers are granted to the states. So the question is whether the ACA's mandate fell under one of the fed's enumerated powers.
The Commerce Clause, which 4 of the justices thought should be used to support the ACA, gives the feds the right to control interstate commerce. Originally, this meant exactly what it sounds like: direct control of goods shipping between the states and the rates of carriers moving between states. Over time, the courts started interpreting this *very* liberally, so that Congress could regulate even **intra**state economic activity if the aggregate effect significantly impacted interstate commerce. The ACA presented an issue that hadn't been dealt with before: whether the Commerce Clause could be stretched even further beyond its apparent meaning to allow Congress to regulate *nonactivity* (rather than economic activity) in an intrastate market by fining people who chose not to engage in economic activity at all. If you read the Supreme Court [opinions]( I actually think there are strong arguments on both sides. Personally, though, I would probably lean towards the idea that this is stretching the Clause too far beyond what it was originally intended to mean.
Roberts voted to uphold the ACA because he said the mandate fine was a valid "tax" used to raise revenue rather than a "penalty" to punish people who failed to act a certain way. The former would be constitutional under the federal tax power, while the latter (theoretically) would not. This particular argument is more complicated/technical, and if you're interested you should really read through Roberts' opinion and the dissents. But it had already been rejected in several lower courts, and few people thought it would actually gain traction at the Supreme Court level.
**TL;DR**: I think there are at least some legitimate arguments that the ACA's constitutionality was suspect, and it definitely represents a broad widening of federal power. | It's not that I necessarily think it's a bad idea, policy-wise. What bothers me is whether it should have been ruled constitutional.
I was in law school when the ACA was passed, and one of my classes focused almost entirely on whether the federal government (as opposed to state government) could require an individual to purchase health insurance under the Commerce Clause. In the US, the federal gov has only specific enumerated powers listed in the constitution, and all other powers are granted to the states. So the question is whether the ACA's mandate fell under one of the fed's enumerated powers.
The Commerce Clause, which 4 of the justices thought should be used to support the ACA, gives the feds the right to control interstate commerce. Originally, this meant exactly what it sounds like: direct control of goods shipping between the states and the rates of carriers moving between states. Over time, the courts started interpreting this very liberally, so that Congress could regulate even intra state economic activity if the aggregate effect significantly impacted interstate commerce. The ACA presented an issue that hadn't been dealt with before: whether the Commerce Clause could be stretched even further beyond its apparent meaning to allow Congress to regulate nonactivity (rather than economic activity) in an intrastate market by fining people who chose not to engage in economic activity at all. If you read the Supreme Court [opinions]( I actually think there are strong arguments on both sides. Personally, though, I would probably lean towards the idea that this is stretching the Clause too far beyond what it was originally intended to mean.
Roberts voted to uphold the ACA because he said the mandate fine was a valid "tax" used to raise revenue rather than a "penalty" to punish people who failed to act a certain way. The former would be constitutional under the federal tax power, while the latter (theoretically) would not. This particular argument is more complicated/technical, and if you're interested you should really read through Roberts' opinion and the dissents. But it had already been rejected in several lower courts, and few people thought it would actually gain traction at the Supreme Court level.
TL;DR : I think there are at least some legitimate arguments that the ACA's constitutionality was suspect, and it definitely represents a broad widening of federal power.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccbhr4s | It's not that I necessarily think it's a bad idea, policy-wise. What bothers me is whether it should have been ruled constitutional.
I was in law school when the ACA was passed, and one of my classes focused almost entirely on whether the federal government (as opposed to state government) could require an individual to purchase health insurance under the Commerce Clause. In the US, the federal gov has only specific enumerated powers listed in the constitution, and all other powers are granted to the states. So the question is whether the ACA's mandate fell under one of the fed's enumerated powers.
The Commerce Clause, which 4 of the justices thought should be used to support the ACA, gives the feds the right to control interstate commerce. Originally, this meant exactly what it sounds like: direct control of goods shipping between the states and the rates of carriers moving between states. Over time, the courts started interpreting this very liberally, so that Congress could regulate even intra state economic activity if the aggregate effect significantly impacted interstate commerce. The ACA presented an issue that hadn't been dealt with before: whether the Commerce Clause could be stretched even further beyond its apparent meaning to allow Congress to regulate nonactivity (rather than economic activity) in an intrastate market by fining people who chose not to engage in economic activity at all. If you read the Supreme Court [opinions]( I actually think there are strong arguments on both sides. Personally, though, I would probably lean towards the idea that this is stretching the Clause too far beyond what it was originally intended to mean.
Roberts voted to uphold the ACA because he said the mandate fine was a valid "tax" used to raise revenue rather than a "penalty" to punish people who failed to act a certain way. The former would be constitutional under the federal tax power, while the latter (theoretically) would not. This particular argument is more complicated/technical, and if you're interested you should really read through Roberts' opinion and the dissents. But it had already been rejected in several lower courts, and few people thought it would actually gain traction at the Supreme Court level. | I think there are at least some legitimate arguments that the ACA's constitutionality was suspect, and it definitely represents a broad widening of federal power. |
Greibach | Ugh. I'm so conflicted. It's all such a giant cluster fuck, the whole situation on both sides. Here's why I hate the idea of a single payer system in this country (not that this is one, but I feel this is relevant):
While our government is decent at handling a lot of things, they are also incredibly inept when it comes to details with a lot of things. I fear that if there were given complete control of our medical industry that a lot of things might crash and burn.
I work in the software field, specifically for making practice management software for medical clinics. We have to abide by government regulations in the medical industry, and quite honestly it is astounding just how much bureaucracy comes from the government, how often it makes no sense, is contradictory, or just plain change for the sake of change. It makes me fearful of them being in complete control.
Example: Awhile back, the gov. decided that it was time to force the standard to change for how claims are transmitted to insurance companies. This is not inherently bad; times change, and adding more robust formats is good. The problem was that they gave an incredibly short window of time for software companies to implement these changes into their code. Most companies were not able to comply. At the last minute, the deadline was extended three months. Now, for us this was a mild inconvenience because we had worked our butts off to finish in time, and we had to switch some things back to send the old format, but that's not that big of a deal as we still had both versions.
The problem came when Medicare required everyone to send it in the new format as of the original date, even though it was not required. Nobody else had that requirement, because the deadline got pushed back because nobody was ready. This meant that for many clinics, Medicare payments just plain wouldn't work for three months. That's a lot of fucking money.
Medicare also has all sorts of special rules involved in its claims, seemingly for no reason other than because it has the power of the government behind it, and they can. Further, many practices have had to stop taking Medicare patients because they can't afford to do business with them, which only leaves people in the dust.
Yet another example is when sequestration occurs, sometimes they stop paying too. What makes this annoying is that when they do finally pay up, they pay interest on what is owed, which is typically a couple of pennies. Why is this annoying you might ask? Because it means that from the software and posting side, the amount they gave you does not match the amount that you charged them, and you can't automate "intelligently figuring out where to put randomly mismatched amounts" very well while still having the system know that you did or didn't *actually* overpay. It's a giant headache, no other insurance works that way, *and nobody wants it to work that way.*
I could go on and on. The amount of legislation we receive almost weekly is almost impossible to keep up with, and most medical practitioners simply have had to give up being actually compliant. As I said, I just... I'm afraid of them having even greater influence.
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Okay, so now onto why I think we **need** a single payer system.
I used to be opposed to it. I definitely used to share a lot of the sentiment that "I shouldn't have to pay for other irresponsible people", meaning people that simply didn't buy insurance and then got injured or sick, not people that couldn't afford it. I used to think a lot of things that I see now being said by others that oppose the single payer system, but now I realize that my problem was more with trying to make the existing model work than with having a wholly different model.
Health insurance is a shitty, shitty business. People often compare it to auto insurance, but the problem is that it really isn't the same at all. First, auto insurance is for a one-time expense (an accident). You get hit or hit somebody, insurance fixes your car or covers some of your claim, whatever. This is analogous to health insurance for things like breaking an arm. You do the damage, go in, get it fixed, go on your merry way. Further, you have to get auto insurance for the protection of **others** from **you**, not for yourself.
There is no analog for chronic conditions with cars. If you hit someone's car, your insurance doesn't have to buy them cars for the rest of their lives. Insurance just doesn't make very much sense for continual care. In a completely free market, I would fear that insurance companies would all try to dump people with type 1 diabetes, which I have, because I am an ongoing expense. They would never pick me up now that I have it, despite the fact that I have done nothing wrong and paid insurance all my life, both before and after. With no regulation, I would be completely fucked if my insurance lapsed, even though I was being completely as responsible as humanly possible before I got sick.
The idea of for-profit *medical* insurance sickens me now. The whole industry is completely fucked now. The fact that hospitals charge *what they can get away with* rather than what they need sickens me, and it only worsens the problem. The fact that insurance is negotiated by the group buying it rather than having flat prices is also ridiculous. I understand it from a market perspective, but frankly an insurance company's risk pool should be defined by **all** of its customers, and not by each individual sub-group. What I mean is that it seems incredibly unfair and unproductive for say Microsoft to get one rate for a plan because they have a large pool of people, but for our small company to get a much higher rate for it because we are a smaller group. Regence still has the same number of people if we both sign up for them, why should it matter that we are a smaller piece of the pie?
Ultimately, because of how ongoing care works, I feel that medical care should be a public service akin to the police and fire departments rather than a for-profit enterprise that leaves little bargaining power for the consumers, since you can't really say no or do without life-saving treatments. I think that the entire medical insurance industry needs to go, but that will cause a huge economic problem for the short term, both in jobs and in general cash flow and management.
This brings me to Obamacare, which I think is just going to break the system. There are some good things in it, but there is also just a lot of random bullshit that I don't think helps anyone. The penalties for going uninsured are lower than getting insurance, which means that it is economically superior to simply drop insurance and pay the penalties, then sign up for insurance after you get sick because Obamacare prevents insurance companies from refusing based on pre-existing conditions.
Of course, that whole situation sucks because the whole thing about pre-existing conditions is also completely legitimate in cases like mine, where you had/have insurance, get sick, lose insurance, and would suddenly find yourself unable to get it back because BAM, you're already sick. You weren't abusing the system, so why should you get fucked? But again, that then opens up abuse too. There is no easy solution, and the problem lies with the fact that it's insurance based in the first place.
If enough people just pay the penalty, or don't for that matter and just go without or with subsidies, rates will go up *even more.* This in turn will start to push out more and more of the middle class who cannot afford it already, and it will become even more impossible as time passes. I feel like this whole system is going to collapse, and Obamacare is in part going to lead to it. In the end, I hope that it brings about the greatest weaknesses of the system and moves us to completely dismantling this parasitic industry, cracking down on price gouging, and overall leads to us spending money to make people better instead of paying money to make some richer and then them paying to make some of us better. Take out the middle man.
TLDR: FUCK. I DUNNO MAN. | Ugh. I'm so conflicted. It's all such a giant cluster fuck, the whole situation on both sides. Here's why I hate the idea of a single payer system in this country (not that this is one, but I feel this is relevant):
While our government is decent at handling a lot of things, they are also incredibly inept when it comes to details with a lot of things. I fear that if there were given complete control of our medical industry that a lot of things might crash and burn.
I work in the software field, specifically for making practice management software for medical clinics. We have to abide by government regulations in the medical industry, and quite honestly it is astounding just how much bureaucracy comes from the government, how often it makes no sense, is contradictory, or just plain change for the sake of change. It makes me fearful of them being in complete control.
Example: Awhile back, the gov. decided that it was time to force the standard to change for how claims are transmitted to insurance companies. This is not inherently bad; times change, and adding more robust formats is good. The problem was that they gave an incredibly short window of time for software companies to implement these changes into their code. Most companies were not able to comply. At the last minute, the deadline was extended three months. Now, for us this was a mild inconvenience because we had worked our butts off to finish in time, and we had to switch some things back to send the old format, but that's not that big of a deal as we still had both versions.
The problem came when Medicare required everyone to send it in the new format as of the original date, even though it was not required. Nobody else had that requirement, because the deadline got pushed back because nobody was ready. This meant that for many clinics, Medicare payments just plain wouldn't work for three months. That's a lot of fucking money.
Medicare also has all sorts of special rules involved in its claims, seemingly for no reason other than because it has the power of the government behind it, and they can. Further, many practices have had to stop taking Medicare patients because they can't afford to do business with them, which only leaves people in the dust.
Yet another example is when sequestration occurs, sometimes they stop paying too. What makes this annoying is that when they do finally pay up, they pay interest on what is owed, which is typically a couple of pennies. Why is this annoying you might ask? Because it means that from the software and posting side, the amount they gave you does not match the amount that you charged them, and you can't automate "intelligently figuring out where to put randomly mismatched amounts" very well while still having the system know that you did or didn't actually overpay. It's a giant headache, no other insurance works that way, and nobody wants it to work that way.
I could go on and on. The amount of legislation we receive almost weekly is almost impossible to keep up with, and most medical practitioners simply have had to give up being actually compliant. As I said, I just... I'm afraid of them having even greater influence.
Okay, so now onto why I think we need a single payer system.
I used to be opposed to it. I definitely used to share a lot of the sentiment that "I shouldn't have to pay for other irresponsible people", meaning people that simply didn't buy insurance and then got injured or sick, not people that couldn't afford it. I used to think a lot of things that I see now being said by others that oppose the single payer system, but now I realize that my problem was more with trying to make the existing model work than with having a wholly different model.
Health insurance is a shitty, shitty business. People often compare it to auto insurance, but the problem is that it really isn't the same at all. First, auto insurance is for a one-time expense (an accident). You get hit or hit somebody, insurance fixes your car or covers some of your claim, whatever. This is analogous to health insurance for things like breaking an arm. You do the damage, go in, get it fixed, go on your merry way. Further, you have to get auto insurance for the protection of others from you , not for yourself.
There is no analog for chronic conditions with cars. If you hit someone's car, your insurance doesn't have to buy them cars for the rest of their lives. Insurance just doesn't make very much sense for continual care. In a completely free market, I would fear that insurance companies would all try to dump people with type 1 diabetes, which I have, because I am an ongoing expense. They would never pick me up now that I have it, despite the fact that I have done nothing wrong and paid insurance all my life, both before and after. With no regulation, I would be completely fucked if my insurance lapsed, even though I was being completely as responsible as humanly possible before I got sick.
The idea of for-profit medical insurance sickens me now. The whole industry is completely fucked now. The fact that hospitals charge what they can get away with rather than what they need sickens me, and it only worsens the problem. The fact that insurance is negotiated by the group buying it rather than having flat prices is also ridiculous. I understand it from a market perspective, but frankly an insurance company's risk pool should be defined by all of its customers, and not by each individual sub-group. What I mean is that it seems incredibly unfair and unproductive for say Microsoft to get one rate for a plan because they have a large pool of people, but for our small company to get a much higher rate for it because we are a smaller group. Regence still has the same number of people if we both sign up for them, why should it matter that we are a smaller piece of the pie?
Ultimately, because of how ongoing care works, I feel that medical care should be a public service akin to the police and fire departments rather than a for-profit enterprise that leaves little bargaining power for the consumers, since you can't really say no or do without life-saving treatments. I think that the entire medical insurance industry needs to go, but that will cause a huge economic problem for the short term, both in jobs and in general cash flow and management.
This brings me to Obamacare, which I think is just going to break the system. There are some good things in it, but there is also just a lot of random bullshit that I don't think helps anyone. The penalties for going uninsured are lower than getting insurance, which means that it is economically superior to simply drop insurance and pay the penalties, then sign up for insurance after you get sick because Obamacare prevents insurance companies from refusing based on pre-existing conditions.
Of course, that whole situation sucks because the whole thing about pre-existing conditions is also completely legitimate in cases like mine, where you had/have insurance, get sick, lose insurance, and would suddenly find yourself unable to get it back because BAM, you're already sick. You weren't abusing the system, so why should you get fucked? But again, that then opens up abuse too. There is no easy solution, and the problem lies with the fact that it's insurance based in the first place.
If enough people just pay the penalty, or don't for that matter and just go without or with subsidies, rates will go up even more. This in turn will start to push out more and more of the middle class who cannot afford it already, and it will become even more impossible as time passes. I feel like this whole system is going to collapse, and Obamacare is in part going to lead to it. In the end, I hope that it brings about the greatest weaknesses of the system and moves us to completely dismantling this parasitic industry, cracking down on price gouging, and overall leads to us spending money to make people better instead of paying money to make some richer and then them paying to make some of us better. Take out the middle man.
TLDR: FUCK. I DUNNO MAN.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccbmjvc | Ugh. I'm so conflicted. It's all such a giant cluster fuck, the whole situation on both sides. Here's why I hate the idea of a single payer system in this country (not that this is one, but I feel this is relevant):
While our government is decent at handling a lot of things, they are also incredibly inept when it comes to details with a lot of things. I fear that if there were given complete control of our medical industry that a lot of things might crash and burn.
I work in the software field, specifically for making practice management software for medical clinics. We have to abide by government regulations in the medical industry, and quite honestly it is astounding just how much bureaucracy comes from the government, how often it makes no sense, is contradictory, or just plain change for the sake of change. It makes me fearful of them being in complete control.
Example: Awhile back, the gov. decided that it was time to force the standard to change for how claims are transmitted to insurance companies. This is not inherently bad; times change, and adding more robust formats is good. The problem was that they gave an incredibly short window of time for software companies to implement these changes into their code. Most companies were not able to comply. At the last minute, the deadline was extended three months. Now, for us this was a mild inconvenience because we had worked our butts off to finish in time, and we had to switch some things back to send the old format, but that's not that big of a deal as we still had both versions.
The problem came when Medicare required everyone to send it in the new format as of the original date, even though it was not required. Nobody else had that requirement, because the deadline got pushed back because nobody was ready. This meant that for many clinics, Medicare payments just plain wouldn't work for three months. That's a lot of fucking money.
Medicare also has all sorts of special rules involved in its claims, seemingly for no reason other than because it has the power of the government behind it, and they can. Further, many practices have had to stop taking Medicare patients because they can't afford to do business with them, which only leaves people in the dust.
Yet another example is when sequestration occurs, sometimes they stop paying too. What makes this annoying is that when they do finally pay up, they pay interest on what is owed, which is typically a couple of pennies. Why is this annoying you might ask? Because it means that from the software and posting side, the amount they gave you does not match the amount that you charged them, and you can't automate "intelligently figuring out where to put randomly mismatched amounts" very well while still having the system know that you did or didn't actually overpay. It's a giant headache, no other insurance works that way, and nobody wants it to work that way.
I could go on and on. The amount of legislation we receive almost weekly is almost impossible to keep up with, and most medical practitioners simply have had to give up being actually compliant. As I said, I just... I'm afraid of them having even greater influence.
Okay, so now onto why I think we need a single payer system.
I used to be opposed to it. I definitely used to share a lot of the sentiment that "I shouldn't have to pay for other irresponsible people", meaning people that simply didn't buy insurance and then got injured or sick, not people that couldn't afford it. I used to think a lot of things that I see now being said by others that oppose the single payer system, but now I realize that my problem was more with trying to make the existing model work than with having a wholly different model.
Health insurance is a shitty, shitty business. People often compare it to auto insurance, but the problem is that it really isn't the same at all. First, auto insurance is for a one-time expense (an accident). You get hit or hit somebody, insurance fixes your car or covers some of your claim, whatever. This is analogous to health insurance for things like breaking an arm. You do the damage, go in, get it fixed, go on your merry way. Further, you have to get auto insurance for the protection of others from you , not for yourself.
There is no analog for chronic conditions with cars. If you hit someone's car, your insurance doesn't have to buy them cars for the rest of their lives. Insurance just doesn't make very much sense for continual care. In a completely free market, I would fear that insurance companies would all try to dump people with type 1 diabetes, which I have, because I am an ongoing expense. They would never pick me up now that I have it, despite the fact that I have done nothing wrong and paid insurance all my life, both before and after. With no regulation, I would be completely fucked if my insurance lapsed, even though I was being completely as responsible as humanly possible before I got sick.
The idea of for-profit medical insurance sickens me now. The whole industry is completely fucked now. The fact that hospitals charge what they can get away with rather than what they need sickens me, and it only worsens the problem. The fact that insurance is negotiated by the group buying it rather than having flat prices is also ridiculous. I understand it from a market perspective, but frankly an insurance company's risk pool should be defined by all of its customers, and not by each individual sub-group. What I mean is that it seems incredibly unfair and unproductive for say Microsoft to get one rate for a plan because they have a large pool of people, but for our small company to get a much higher rate for it because we are a smaller group. Regence still has the same number of people if we both sign up for them, why should it matter that we are a smaller piece of the pie?
Ultimately, because of how ongoing care works, I feel that medical care should be a public service akin to the police and fire departments rather than a for-profit enterprise that leaves little bargaining power for the consumers, since you can't really say no or do without life-saving treatments. I think that the entire medical insurance industry needs to go, but that will cause a huge economic problem for the short term, both in jobs and in general cash flow and management.
This brings me to Obamacare, which I think is just going to break the system. There are some good things in it, but there is also just a lot of random bullshit that I don't think helps anyone. The penalties for going uninsured are lower than getting insurance, which means that it is economically superior to simply drop insurance and pay the penalties, then sign up for insurance after you get sick because Obamacare prevents insurance companies from refusing based on pre-existing conditions.
Of course, that whole situation sucks because the whole thing about pre-existing conditions is also completely legitimate in cases like mine, where you had/have insurance, get sick, lose insurance, and would suddenly find yourself unable to get it back because BAM, you're already sick. You weren't abusing the system, so why should you get fucked? But again, that then opens up abuse too. There is no easy solution, and the problem lies with the fact that it's insurance based in the first place.
If enough people just pay the penalty, or don't for that matter and just go without or with subsidies, rates will go up even more. This in turn will start to push out more and more of the middle class who cannot afford it already, and it will become even more impossible as time passes. I feel like this whole system is going to collapse, and Obamacare is in part going to lead to it. In the end, I hope that it brings about the greatest weaknesses of the system and moves us to completely dismantling this parasitic industry, cracking down on price gouging, and overall leads to us spending money to make people better instead of paying money to make some richer and then them paying to make some of us better. Take out the middle man. | FUCK. I DUNNO MAN. |
negkb | Let me list the key reasons :
1) It redefines how the federal government works in relationship to the citizens. It shifts the relationship to more rulers/subjects than I like. For the first time ever, it uses the power to tax (thanks Roberts) to force a private citizen to purchase a product from another private citizen.
2) Price distortion. The law has so many unintended consequences that it is breaking every promise used to pass it: If you like your insurance, you can keep it (FALSE); Prices will drop by 2,500 a year (nope, going up); No death panels (unaccountable IPAB) etc etc
3) Unemployment: The push for part time jobs is to dodge Obama care mandates and requirements. My wife lost her job to Obama care since her employer could not afford to have as many employees without triggering the mandate requirements. Thousands have lost jobs due to the mandate and then thousands more have lost jobs to the taxes (see recent stories from Michigan).
4) It fleeces the young who can least afford it. It is in the best interest of a young person to not buy insurance but instead pay the fine. The costs are high since the healthy young person must now subsidize the sick older person.
5) The law impacts retirees harshly. Pension funds are tough right now and retirees are finding that the rising premium costs are now driving their employers to cut the health insurance benefits their companies had previously given them, pushing the costs on to the retiree. This is kicking my parents in the ass because they worked hard enough to have a good pension and investment income to call on but worked as public school teachers so don't make enough to be able to easily swallow the increased costs.
6) It does nothing to fix the actual problems behind unaffordable healthcare. The barriers to interstate purchasing of healthcare are still there; you still can't buy a la carte coverage (so a straight-edge male like myself must still have abortion and rehab coverage in my state.
7) Its a bureaucratic cluster fark of epic proportions.
8) Fraud bait. The system will be exploited worse than Medicare/Medicaid (source: used to be a Healthcare Fraud investigator)
9) It is un-American how some people are subject to the law but others get waivers based on how well they are connected to those in power (or happen to be the ones in power - CONGRESS)
10) It puts too much power in the hands of the HHS secretary. It may be fine for liberals now, but imagine if a Bush appointee had that power - they could gut obama care or make their political opponents lives miserable by virtue of the powers vested in the Secretary.
So yeah, I dislike this law on a great many levels. Some practical, some philosophical, and few ideological.
(TL;DR: It is expensive, ineffective, and abusive) | Let me list the key reasons :
1) It redefines how the federal government works in relationship to the citizens. It shifts the relationship to more rulers/subjects than I like. For the first time ever, it uses the power to tax (thanks Roberts) to force a private citizen to purchase a product from another private citizen.
2) Price distortion. The law has so many unintended consequences that it is breaking every promise used to pass it: If you like your insurance, you can keep it (FALSE); Prices will drop by 2,500 a year (nope, going up); No death panels (unaccountable IPAB) etc etc
3) Unemployment: The push for part time jobs is to dodge Obama care mandates and requirements. My wife lost her job to Obama care since her employer could not afford to have as many employees without triggering the mandate requirements. Thousands have lost jobs due to the mandate and then thousands more have lost jobs to the taxes (see recent stories from Michigan).
4) It fleeces the young who can least afford it. It is in the best interest of a young person to not buy insurance but instead pay the fine. The costs are high since the healthy young person must now subsidize the sick older person.
5) The law impacts retirees harshly. Pension funds are tough right now and retirees are finding that the rising premium costs are now driving their employers to cut the health insurance benefits their companies had previously given them, pushing the costs on to the retiree. This is kicking my parents in the ass because they worked hard enough to have a good pension and investment income to call on but worked as public school teachers so don't make enough to be able to easily swallow the increased costs.
6) It does nothing to fix the actual problems behind unaffordable healthcare. The barriers to interstate purchasing of healthcare are still there; you still can't buy a la carte coverage (so a straight-edge male like myself must still have abortion and rehab coverage in my state.
7) Its a bureaucratic cluster fark of epic proportions.
8) Fraud bait. The system will be exploited worse than Medicare/Medicaid (source: used to be a Healthcare Fraud investigator)
9) It is un-American how some people are subject to the law but others get waivers based on how well they are connected to those in power (or happen to be the ones in power - CONGRESS)
10) It puts too much power in the hands of the HHS secretary. It may be fine for liberals now, but imagine if a Bush appointee had that power - they could gut obama care or make their political opponents lives miserable by virtue of the powers vested in the Secretary.
So yeah, I dislike this law on a great many levels. Some practical, some philosophical, and few ideological.
(TL;DR: It is expensive, ineffective, and abusive)
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccbr4sz | Let me list the key reasons :
1) It redefines how the federal government works in relationship to the citizens. It shifts the relationship to more rulers/subjects than I like. For the first time ever, it uses the power to tax (thanks Roberts) to force a private citizen to purchase a product from another private citizen.
2) Price distortion. The law has so many unintended consequences that it is breaking every promise used to pass it: If you like your insurance, you can keep it (FALSE); Prices will drop by 2,500 a year (nope, going up); No death panels (unaccountable IPAB) etc etc
3) Unemployment: The push for part time jobs is to dodge Obama care mandates and requirements. My wife lost her job to Obama care since her employer could not afford to have as many employees without triggering the mandate requirements. Thousands have lost jobs due to the mandate and then thousands more have lost jobs to the taxes (see recent stories from Michigan).
4) It fleeces the young who can least afford it. It is in the best interest of a young person to not buy insurance but instead pay the fine. The costs are high since the healthy young person must now subsidize the sick older person.
5) The law impacts retirees harshly. Pension funds are tough right now and retirees are finding that the rising premium costs are now driving their employers to cut the health insurance benefits their companies had previously given them, pushing the costs on to the retiree. This is kicking my parents in the ass because they worked hard enough to have a good pension and investment income to call on but worked as public school teachers so don't make enough to be able to easily swallow the increased costs.
6) It does nothing to fix the actual problems behind unaffordable healthcare. The barriers to interstate purchasing of healthcare are still there; you still can't buy a la carte coverage (so a straight-edge male like myself must still have abortion and rehab coverage in my state.
7) Its a bureaucratic cluster fark of epic proportions.
8) Fraud bait. The system will be exploited worse than Medicare/Medicaid (source: used to be a Healthcare Fraud investigator)
9) It is un-American how some people are subject to the law but others get waivers based on how well they are connected to those in power (or happen to be the ones in power - CONGRESS)
10) It puts too much power in the hands of the HHS secretary. It may be fine for liberals now, but imagine if a Bush appointee had that power - they could gut obama care or make their political opponents lives miserable by virtue of the powers vested in the Secretary.
So yeah, I dislike this law on a great many levels. Some practical, some philosophical, and few ideological.
( | It is expensive, ineffective, and abusive) |
Abulsaad | They see it as their way of getting their team together while being behind. It can go in 2 ways, which is either the team listens to the person (which happens more than the other way because of the person being a steamer/pro player), or the team falling apart and arguing with each other and resulting in a bad loss.
To use an example, Drybear, when behind, tries to get his team together, but not necessarily by Bm. He suggests ways for his teammates to catch up, such as telling a neith to farm more. What I like about that is he says, "neith you need to farm," instead of saying, "neith stop fingering yourself and go farm dumbass." Whether or not the neith accepts this as advice or Bm, is a different matter.
Tl;dr: they're trying to get their team together and sometimes use questionable vocabulary.
| They see it as their way of getting their team together while being behind. It can go in 2 ways, which is either the team listens to the person (which happens more than the other way because of the person being a steamer/pro player), or the team falling apart and arguing with each other and resulting in a bad loss.
To use an example, Drybear, when behind, tries to get his team together, but not necessarily by Bm. He suggests ways for his teammates to catch up, such as telling a neith to farm more. What I like about that is he says, "neith you need to farm," instead of saying, "neith stop fingering yourself and go farm dumbass." Whether or not the neith accepts this as advice or Bm, is a different matter.
Tl;dr: they're trying to get their team together and sometimes use questionable vocabulary.
| Smite | t5_2stl8 | ccbfqjt | They see it as their way of getting their team together while being behind. It can go in 2 ways, which is either the team listens to the person (which happens more than the other way because of the person being a steamer/pro player), or the team falling apart and arguing with each other and resulting in a bad loss.
To use an example, Drybear, when behind, tries to get his team together, but not necessarily by Bm. He suggests ways for his teammates to catch up, such as telling a neith to farm more. What I like about that is he says, "neith you need to farm," instead of saying, "neith stop fingering yourself and go farm dumbass." Whether or not the neith accepts this as advice or Bm, is a different matter. | they're trying to get their team together and sometimes use questionable vocabulary. |
Resterian | I feel like this thread is somewhat to do with me getting all ragey while Trix is streaming. Somewhat.
Thing is, you know how people say 'Don't rage at your team mates ingame?' (Meaning chat etc.)
Well, for me personally, simply yelling at the screen is my way of 'dealing' with my frustration. They're halfway across the planet and if I'm not on stream, nobody is being effected except me.
I absolutely do -NOT- support players raging in chat, but I will not condemn a streamer for getting frustrated and vocalizing that frustration.
Yes, its bad mannered and can't really be appealing for the viewers, but -everyone- has their own way of offloading their emotions, you might not like it but it's far better than flaming the team mates in chat.
tl;dr Raging vocally isn't pleasant but better than flaming in-game chat. We're human and if you want to call us out on our behaviour, personally message us. | I feel like this thread is somewhat to do with me getting all ragey while Trix is streaming. Somewhat.
Thing is, you know how people say 'Don't rage at your team mates ingame?' (Meaning chat etc.)
Well, for me personally, simply yelling at the screen is my way of 'dealing' with my frustration. They're halfway across the planet and if I'm not on stream, nobody is being effected except me.
I absolutely do -NOT- support players raging in chat, but I will not condemn a streamer for getting frustrated and vocalizing that frustration.
Yes, its bad mannered and can't really be appealing for the viewers, but -everyone- has their own way of offloading their emotions, you might not like it but it's far better than flaming the team mates in chat.
tl;dr Raging vocally isn't pleasant but better than flaming in-game chat. We're human and if you want to call us out on our behaviour, personally message us.
| Smite | t5_2stl8 | ccblgt7 | I feel like this thread is somewhat to do with me getting all ragey while Trix is streaming. Somewhat.
Thing is, you know how people say 'Don't rage at your team mates ingame?' (Meaning chat etc.)
Well, for me personally, simply yelling at the screen is my way of 'dealing' with my frustration. They're halfway across the planet and if I'm not on stream, nobody is being effected except me.
I absolutely do -NOT- support players raging in chat, but I will not condemn a streamer for getting frustrated and vocalizing that frustration.
Yes, its bad mannered and can't really be appealing for the viewers, but -everyone- has their own way of offloading their emotions, you might not like it but it's far better than flaming the team mates in chat. | Raging vocally isn't pleasant but better than flaming in-game chat. We're human and if you want to call us out on our behaviour, personally message us. |
Resterian | So a lot of responses seem to be basically 'Monkey see, Monkey do'.
Player sees angry streamer, Player flames ingame as a result.
I think that really isn't giving your fellow players or *yourself* enough independent credit.
If someone were to ask you "Why are you flaming X player(s)?" would you seriously answer: "Because I saw a streamer raging and thought it was socially acceptable." (Even if you don't type your frustrations in chat, don't pretend you're the paragon of calm 100% of the time.)
Going out of your way to upset people isn't acceptable in modern society and *very few* online communities, watching someone rage *will not* magically flip a switch in people's heads telling them to 'GO NUTS, FLAME WAR GOGOGOGO!'
I'd like to think that the vast majority of players do not possess the mental fortitude of a 3 year old and are capable of making rational decisions about their social interaction ingame.
Don't get me wrong, copying Pro Player's builds and picking up tactical tips is totally fine. You're actively seeking knowledge and that's a sign of independent thinking.
That said, if someone *is* flaming ingame. You know it's wrong, they know it's wrong (unless they lack the social development to differentiate right from wrong; it happens.) and I can be fairly confident they did not pick-up their raging habits from smitepro.
That may just be their nature or something to do with their age, there are so many factors it's pointless to try and pin it all on one single cause. That isn't to say they can't correct their own behaviour, everyone can change their attitude.
Or maybe I'm just giving humanity *too much* credit and it really is a case of completely ignoring basic social interaction in the hopes of getting closer to their perceived SMITE idol.
I'm not necessarily saying you're completely wrong either, but to say the majority of smitepro's viewership will rage because one of the streamers did is a little far fetched.
tl;dr
Read the whole thing, I can't sum it up in one sentence. | So a lot of responses seem to be basically 'Monkey see, Monkey do'.
Player sees angry streamer, Player flames ingame as a result.
I think that really isn't giving your fellow players or yourself enough independent credit.
If someone were to ask you "Why are you flaming X player(s)?" would you seriously answer: "Because I saw a streamer raging and thought it was socially acceptable." (Even if you don't type your frustrations in chat, don't pretend you're the paragon of calm 100% of the time.)
Going out of your way to upset people isn't acceptable in modern society and very few online communities, watching someone rage will not magically flip a switch in people's heads telling them to 'GO NUTS, FLAME WAR GOGOGOGO!'
I'd like to think that the vast majority of players do not possess the mental fortitude of a 3 year old and are capable of making rational decisions about their social interaction ingame.
Don't get me wrong, copying Pro Player's builds and picking up tactical tips is totally fine. You're actively seeking knowledge and that's a sign of independent thinking.
That said, if someone is flaming ingame. You know it's wrong, they know it's wrong (unless they lack the social development to differentiate right from wrong; it happens.) and I can be fairly confident they did not pick-up their raging habits from smitepro.
That may just be their nature or something to do with their age, there are so many factors it's pointless to try and pin it all on one single cause. That isn't to say they can't correct their own behaviour, everyone can change their attitude.
Or maybe I'm just giving humanity too much credit and it really is a case of completely ignoring basic social interaction in the hopes of getting closer to their perceived SMITE idol.
I'm not necessarily saying you're completely wrong either, but to say the majority of smitepro's viewership will rage because one of the streamers did is a little far fetched.
tl;dr
Read the whole thing, I can't sum it up in one sentence.
| Smite | t5_2stl8 | ccbq0uu | So a lot of responses seem to be basically 'Monkey see, Monkey do'.
Player sees angry streamer, Player flames ingame as a result.
I think that really isn't giving your fellow players or yourself enough independent credit.
If someone were to ask you "Why are you flaming X player(s)?" would you seriously answer: "Because I saw a streamer raging and thought it was socially acceptable." (Even if you don't type your frustrations in chat, don't pretend you're the paragon of calm 100% of the time.)
Going out of your way to upset people isn't acceptable in modern society and very few online communities, watching someone rage will not magically flip a switch in people's heads telling them to 'GO NUTS, FLAME WAR GOGOGOGO!'
I'd like to think that the vast majority of players do not possess the mental fortitude of a 3 year old and are capable of making rational decisions about their social interaction ingame.
Don't get me wrong, copying Pro Player's builds and picking up tactical tips is totally fine. You're actively seeking knowledge and that's a sign of independent thinking.
That said, if someone is flaming ingame. You know it's wrong, they know it's wrong (unless they lack the social development to differentiate right from wrong; it happens.) and I can be fairly confident they did not pick-up their raging habits from smitepro.
That may just be their nature or something to do with their age, there are so many factors it's pointless to try and pin it all on one single cause. That isn't to say they can't correct their own behaviour, everyone can change their attitude.
Or maybe I'm just giving humanity too much credit and it really is a case of completely ignoring basic social interaction in the hopes of getting closer to their perceived SMITE idol.
I'm not necessarily saying you're completely wrong either, but to say the majority of smitepro's viewership will rage because one of the streamers did is a little far fetched. | Read the whole thing, I can't sum it up in one sentence. |
minnabruna | The official definition of oligarch is a member of an oligarchy, and an oligarchy is a system of rule by a small number of powerful members. From this standpoint he is an oligarch.
The Russia-specific definition of oligarch is a powerful and wealthy businessman who uses their power and wealth to control politics and economic issues. In this case the answer is less clear.
Putin does meet the definition of powerful. He is the ultimate arbiter of the oligarchs. He decides who gets what, and how much, he mediates disagreements and he has strong ties to all of them. If they oppose him, he can take away their assets and power. Many of his friends and relatives are oligarchs as well, and their power and wealth results from knowing Putin. There is infighting, and low level internal rebellions, and he needs their support to enact his wishes throughout the country (the official state apparatus can't do it alone), so I don't think he counts as a solitary autocrat, but he remains the most powerful person within the leading group.
Therefore, if he is more powerful than the confirmed oligarchs, if they supposedly rule the country and economy but he rules them, then he certainly has the power part of the power and wealth definition down.
The wealth part of the ruling through wealth and power depends more on your definition of wealth, specifically if he must personally posses it or if he must only control it.
Working out what he personally owns is not possible here. Some people say that Putin has billions in assets, including a billion dollar house on the Black Sea and a major share in an oil and gas company. Some people say that he personally has very little, and that his apparent wealth comes from either his official position (his official home is a presidential palace after all) or gifts from wealthy oligarch friends (who give him things like his collection of very expensive watches).
I don't want to get too much into the debate of what Putin personally owns because anyone posting on r/Russian probably doesn't really have access to true proof either way, and if they do, then they are too clever to post it.
I will just say that, if he does own these things, then he owns at least some of the wealth that he uses to achieve his goals and therefore meets your definition.
But what if he doesn't? Or what if we never know? Can we still call him an oligarch? I think so, but you may disagree.
I can't say with certainly what he owns, but I do question if it matters. Owning wealth yourself is nice, but the point of an oligarch's wealth is not just to be wealthy (or else Albert of Thurn und Taxis would be an oligarch), it is to posses sufficient wealth that they can use it to manipulate politics and business. Wealth is more of a tool of power than a means to a comfortable life.
Putin has that type of wealth. Regardless of what he personally owns, he controls many other confirmed wealthy oligarch's continued access to their wealth, and can and does require that they use that wealth in support of his policies and strategies or risk losing it. In effect, he controls that wealth when he wants to use it to support his power and goals,
Do you think that is enough to count on the wealth side of the definition? It is there because of the control it gives, and he has that, so I think it does. But you may disagree, and require true proof of personal wealth applied towards the use of power to apply the label oligarch, and since we lack the true facts on that matter, you may decide that it isn't possible to know given the currently available information.
TL;DR I think yes. You might think maybe. | The official definition of oligarch is a member of an oligarchy, and an oligarchy is a system of rule by a small number of powerful members. From this standpoint he is an oligarch.
The Russia-specific definition of oligarch is a powerful and wealthy businessman who uses their power and wealth to control politics and economic issues. In this case the answer is less clear.
Putin does meet the definition of powerful. He is the ultimate arbiter of the oligarchs. He decides who gets what, and how much, he mediates disagreements and he has strong ties to all of them. If they oppose him, he can take away their assets and power. Many of his friends and relatives are oligarchs as well, and their power and wealth results from knowing Putin. There is infighting, and low level internal rebellions, and he needs their support to enact his wishes throughout the country (the official state apparatus can't do it alone), so I don't think he counts as a solitary autocrat, but he remains the most powerful person within the leading group.
Therefore, if he is more powerful than the confirmed oligarchs, if they supposedly rule the country and economy but he rules them, then he certainly has the power part of the power and wealth definition down.
The wealth part of the ruling through wealth and power depends more on your definition of wealth, specifically if he must personally posses it or if he must only control it.
Working out what he personally owns is not possible here. Some people say that Putin has billions in assets, including a billion dollar house on the Black Sea and a major share in an oil and gas company. Some people say that he personally has very little, and that his apparent wealth comes from either his official position (his official home is a presidential palace after all) or gifts from wealthy oligarch friends (who give him things like his collection of very expensive watches).
I don't want to get too much into the debate of what Putin personally owns because anyone posting on r/Russian probably doesn't really have access to true proof either way, and if they do, then they are too clever to post it.
I will just say that, if he does own these things, then he owns at least some of the wealth that he uses to achieve his goals and therefore meets your definition.
But what if he doesn't? Or what if we never know? Can we still call him an oligarch? I think so, but you may disagree.
I can't say with certainly what he owns, but I do question if it matters. Owning wealth yourself is nice, but the point of an oligarch's wealth is not just to be wealthy (or else Albert of Thurn und Taxis would be an oligarch), it is to posses sufficient wealth that they can use it to manipulate politics and business. Wealth is more of a tool of power than a means to a comfortable life.
Putin has that type of wealth. Regardless of what he personally owns, he controls many other confirmed wealthy oligarch's continued access to their wealth, and can and does require that they use that wealth in support of his policies and strategies or risk losing it. In effect, he controls that wealth when he wants to use it to support his power and goals,
Do you think that is enough to count on the wealth side of the definition? It is there because of the control it gives, and he has that, so I think it does. But you may disagree, and require true proof of personal wealth applied towards the use of power to apply the label oligarch, and since we lack the true facts on that matter, you may decide that it isn't possible to know given the currently available information.
TL;DR I think yes. You might think maybe.
| russia | t5_2qh75 | ccciqos | The official definition of oligarch is a member of an oligarchy, and an oligarchy is a system of rule by a small number of powerful members. From this standpoint he is an oligarch.
The Russia-specific definition of oligarch is a powerful and wealthy businessman who uses their power and wealth to control politics and economic issues. In this case the answer is less clear.
Putin does meet the definition of powerful. He is the ultimate arbiter of the oligarchs. He decides who gets what, and how much, he mediates disagreements and he has strong ties to all of them. If they oppose him, he can take away their assets and power. Many of his friends and relatives are oligarchs as well, and their power and wealth results from knowing Putin. There is infighting, and low level internal rebellions, and he needs their support to enact his wishes throughout the country (the official state apparatus can't do it alone), so I don't think he counts as a solitary autocrat, but he remains the most powerful person within the leading group.
Therefore, if he is more powerful than the confirmed oligarchs, if they supposedly rule the country and economy but he rules them, then he certainly has the power part of the power and wealth definition down.
The wealth part of the ruling through wealth and power depends more on your definition of wealth, specifically if he must personally posses it or if he must only control it.
Working out what he personally owns is not possible here. Some people say that Putin has billions in assets, including a billion dollar house on the Black Sea and a major share in an oil and gas company. Some people say that he personally has very little, and that his apparent wealth comes from either his official position (his official home is a presidential palace after all) or gifts from wealthy oligarch friends (who give him things like his collection of very expensive watches).
I don't want to get too much into the debate of what Putin personally owns because anyone posting on r/Russian probably doesn't really have access to true proof either way, and if they do, then they are too clever to post it.
I will just say that, if he does own these things, then he owns at least some of the wealth that he uses to achieve his goals and therefore meets your definition.
But what if he doesn't? Or what if we never know? Can we still call him an oligarch? I think so, but you may disagree.
I can't say with certainly what he owns, but I do question if it matters. Owning wealth yourself is nice, but the point of an oligarch's wealth is not just to be wealthy (or else Albert of Thurn und Taxis would be an oligarch), it is to posses sufficient wealth that they can use it to manipulate politics and business. Wealth is more of a tool of power than a means to a comfortable life.
Putin has that type of wealth. Regardless of what he personally owns, he controls many other confirmed wealthy oligarch's continued access to their wealth, and can and does require that they use that wealth in support of his policies and strategies or risk losing it. In effect, he controls that wealth when he wants to use it to support his power and goals,
Do you think that is enough to count on the wealth side of the definition? It is there because of the control it gives, and he has that, so I think it does. But you may disagree, and require true proof of personal wealth applied towards the use of power to apply the label oligarch, and since we lack the true facts on that matter, you may decide that it isn't possible to know given the currently available information. | I think yes. You might think maybe. |
PhantomLord666 | It's a number 2 rolling round to a 3?
I guess the system that controls the barrels with the numbers on doesn't hold the numbers still until the decimal number reaches 9 and instead the barrel rolls continuously, similar to the hour hand on a clock that continuously moves between the hours as the minute hand moves round?
TL;DR... I don't know. *shrug* | It's a number 2 rolling round to a 3?
I guess the system that controls the barrels with the numbers on doesn't hold the numbers still until the decimal number reaches 9 and instead the barrel rolls continuously, similar to the hour hand on a clock that continuously moves between the hours as the minute hand moves round?
TL;DR... I don't know. shrug
| mildlyinteresting | t5_2ti4h | ccbyqxj | It's a number 2 rolling round to a 3?
I guess the system that controls the barrels with the numbers on doesn't hold the numbers still until the decimal number reaches 9 and instead the barrel rolls continuously, similar to the hour hand on a clock that continuously moves between the hours as the minute hand moves round? | I don't know. shrug |
aggrobravo | The first season is really... loose. It doesn't kinda click into a lot of people's taste, for some reason. Truly, it is after season 3 (as the characters of Andy and Ron develop) that it becomes fenomenal. Season 5 is one of the best seasons of a comedy show I've ever seen.
tl;dr It gets progressively better. | The first season is really... loose. It doesn't kinda click into a lot of people's taste, for some reason. Truly, it is after season 3 (as the characters of Andy and Ron develop) that it becomes fenomenal. Season 5 is one of the best seasons of a comedy show I've ever seen.
tl;dr It gets progressively better.
| funny | t5_2qh33 | ccbyj62 | The first season is really... loose. It doesn't kinda click into a lot of people's taste, for some reason. Truly, it is after season 3 (as the characters of Andy and Ron develop) that it becomes fenomenal. Season 5 is one of the best seasons of a comedy show I've ever seen. | It gets progressively better. |
fromkentucky | I always felt very disconnected from people growing up. I valued people, and I wanted them to be happy, I just didn't know how. I could understand them in a very intellectual, clinical sense, but that's it. I would know that someone was sad, but I didn't really understand how that sadness *felt*, much less why it would motivate them to behave a certain way. Psychedelics (and MDMA) helped me learn how to first detach from my own emotions, so that I was no longer at their whim, and second, to let go of my own identity so that I could actually empathize with others and truly understand them.
They genuinely helped me become a better person, and also helped me get a grip on my depression and to stop being hypercritical of myself so that I *could* actually grow as a person.
Make no mistake, they are not to be trifled with. Psychedelics are not like other mild, recreational drugs that you can take and go on about your business. They deserve respect, preparation and discipline. Do not use them carelessly or excessively, or your mind WILL punish you. Learn about Set and Setting.
The number 1 thing that will help you through a troublesome trip is remembering the mantra: It will pass.
Absorb that phrase before you start, making sure you understand that it is a chemical reaction and the drug will metabolize in a matter of hours, then it will be over. I mean, really absorb it.
Write it on a piece of paper or your bathroom mirror, or someplace you're guaranteed to see it in case you start heading down the wrong path.
Your mind will go places and think in ways that are completely new to you. The gift of psychedelics is that you get to keep those new ways of thinking after the drug wears off.
Give yourself a full day to recover and process before you return to your normal routine.
Write things down.
I never really like Marijuana and as much as I enjoy Bourbon, I rarely drink compared to my peers, but I wouldn't trade my psychedelic experiences for anything.
tl;dr- They helped me become a much better person, but must be treated with respect. | I always felt very disconnected from people growing up. I valued people, and I wanted them to be happy, I just didn't know how. I could understand them in a very intellectual, clinical sense, but that's it. I would know that someone was sad, but I didn't really understand how that sadness felt , much less why it would motivate them to behave a certain way. Psychedelics (and MDMA) helped me learn how to first detach from my own emotions, so that I was no longer at their whim, and second, to let go of my own identity so that I could actually empathize with others and truly understand them.
They genuinely helped me become a better person, and also helped me get a grip on my depression and to stop being hypercritical of myself so that I could actually grow as a person.
Make no mistake, they are not to be trifled with. Psychedelics are not like other mild, recreational drugs that you can take and go on about your business. They deserve respect, preparation and discipline. Do not use them carelessly or excessively, or your mind WILL punish you. Learn about Set and Setting.
The number 1 thing that will help you through a troublesome trip is remembering the mantra: It will pass.
Absorb that phrase before you start, making sure you understand that it is a chemical reaction and the drug will metabolize in a matter of hours, then it will be over. I mean, really absorb it.
Write it on a piece of paper or your bathroom mirror, or someplace you're guaranteed to see it in case you start heading down the wrong path.
Your mind will go places and think in ways that are completely new to you. The gift of psychedelics is that you get to keep those new ways of thinking after the drug wears off.
Give yourself a full day to recover and process before you return to your normal routine.
Write things down.
I never really like Marijuana and as much as I enjoy Bourbon, I rarely drink compared to my peers, but I wouldn't trade my psychedelic experiences for anything.
tl;dr- They helped me become a much better person, but must be treated with respect.
| intj | t5_2qowo | ccc0z44 | I always felt very disconnected from people growing up. I valued people, and I wanted them to be happy, I just didn't know how. I could understand them in a very intellectual, clinical sense, but that's it. I would know that someone was sad, but I didn't really understand how that sadness felt , much less why it would motivate them to behave a certain way. Psychedelics (and MDMA) helped me learn how to first detach from my own emotions, so that I was no longer at their whim, and second, to let go of my own identity so that I could actually empathize with others and truly understand them.
They genuinely helped me become a better person, and also helped me get a grip on my depression and to stop being hypercritical of myself so that I could actually grow as a person.
Make no mistake, they are not to be trifled with. Psychedelics are not like other mild, recreational drugs that you can take and go on about your business. They deserve respect, preparation and discipline. Do not use them carelessly or excessively, or your mind WILL punish you. Learn about Set and Setting.
The number 1 thing that will help you through a troublesome trip is remembering the mantra: It will pass.
Absorb that phrase before you start, making sure you understand that it is a chemical reaction and the drug will metabolize in a matter of hours, then it will be over. I mean, really absorb it.
Write it on a piece of paper or your bathroom mirror, or someplace you're guaranteed to see it in case you start heading down the wrong path.
Your mind will go places and think in ways that are completely new to you. The gift of psychedelics is that you get to keep those new ways of thinking after the drug wears off.
Give yourself a full day to recover and process before you return to your normal routine.
Write things down.
I never really like Marijuana and as much as I enjoy Bourbon, I rarely drink compared to my peers, but I wouldn't trade my psychedelic experiences for anything. | They helped me become a much better person, but must be treated with respect. |
ColorOfSpace | I did it for the first time earlier this year. I think if you are curious about it, you should try it. I've never been a big drug user. I smoke weed every day, and I drink on occasion but my experiences with drugs are pretty limited.
It's a great experience and the intention you take into seems to be the key to the kind of trip you have. My favorite part of the trip was that all of the huge spiritual, abstract, and philosophical questions that I struggle with suddenly became as simple as a child's toy. I could manipulate them and put them together in ways that I never even considered possible. This sounds cliche, but it completely changed the way I look at the world. I formulate ideas differently and every thought that goes through my head now has a certain subtext of understanding. I experienced a flicker of Enlightenment.
The majority of the trip me and my friends were just joking around, playing, looking at grass, and staring at clouds. We giggled for hours. It feels like being a kid again, everything is new, and you aren't self conscious about what you're doing. I'm closer with everyone who was present than I was before. Water tastes odd when you are tripping, it's like the instant "refreshing" feeling you get is stripped away and you taste what it actually tastes like. Peeing is weird. Looking at yourself in the mirror is weird. You won't have much of an appetite, but I ate an apple which was an amazing carnal, almost sensuous experience. I still think of it as the greatest thing I've ever eaten. We listened to The Dark Side Of The Moon while we were coming down, another of the greatest experiences of my life. I didn't expect to experience so much back pain. It's a deep pain, that you feel inside your bones.
However, doing LSD is also very much a reset. I had to really focus to get back on my routine. My emotions have really been all over the place. I feel like I have a better understanding of who I am, and I can feel just how far away some of my actions are from what I could be. It's not so much that it created new psychological walls, it just showed me ones that I was ignoring. It feels like I'm so much more out of sync with everything going on around me than I was before, but I think the truth - perhaps I hope the truth it is - that I never realized how far out of sync I am with the "real world" and my relationships in the first place. I'm really not a balanced person and I never have been. I focus so hard on ideas, hobbies, etc... that don't matter, I let my relationships stagnate, I neglect my emotions, I'm awful at communicating with other people, and I spend most of my energy on letting my brain explore a million levels of abstraction.
I also remember waking up the next day after sleeping like shit (you will too), and almost being surprised that there wasn't a girl next to me. My emotions about women and relationships have been completely broken, twisted, and insane since then. Again, I think it wasn't so much that acid destabilized these emotions and feeling as much as it was bringing to the surface things that I have been ignoring my whole adult life. There are needs I've been ignoring, and all kinds of angry emotions and unresolved animosity from my teenager years that I bottled away.
This has been a long time in coming, but the arrogant, narcissistic, and confident mask I thought was my personality is just gone. Acid was the final stripping away of who I was as a teenager. I can feel the seeds of a much more mature person growing in me, but some days I just want to go back to not giving a fuck about all this shit. I'm 22, and I think this coincides with my Fi developing- acid just really opened up the process.
One last thing. My unconscious gave me a very firm instruction to start writing a novel during this experience. At one point I thought I wanted to be a film director and I had a small section in one of my notebooks filled with rough ideas. I gave up on this dream a few years ago after I got a much better understanding of how the movie industry works and for the most part I forgot all about it. One of my ideas in the notebook that I had forgotten about flooded into my consciousness, like it was being uploaded, with atleast 100 times the detail I had came up with. I read a lot of books but I've never fancied myself as a writer, I did well in English in High School but it was never something I wanted to pursue. This trip was in April, and right now I've got 2 books on writing on my desk and several more throughout the room. The notebook next to me is about a quarter of the way full of story fragments and writing exercises. I think my writing is fucking awful, everytime I think about it I want to never write again. I've gone days and weeks without writing anything, staying motivated is incredibly difficult, but I always come back. Something deep in my soul drives me back whether I want to or not. Maybe this is what it feels like to have a passion.
**TL;DR: I found acid illuminating, but I was also looking for an illuminating experience when I took acid.**
| I did it for the first time earlier this year. I think if you are curious about it, you should try it. I've never been a big drug user. I smoke weed every day, and I drink on occasion but my experiences with drugs are pretty limited.
It's a great experience and the intention you take into seems to be the key to the kind of trip you have. My favorite part of the trip was that all of the huge spiritual, abstract, and philosophical questions that I struggle with suddenly became as simple as a child's toy. I could manipulate them and put them together in ways that I never even considered possible. This sounds cliche, but it completely changed the way I look at the world. I formulate ideas differently and every thought that goes through my head now has a certain subtext of understanding. I experienced a flicker of Enlightenment.
The majority of the trip me and my friends were just joking around, playing, looking at grass, and staring at clouds. We giggled for hours. It feels like being a kid again, everything is new, and you aren't self conscious about what you're doing. I'm closer with everyone who was present than I was before. Water tastes odd when you are tripping, it's like the instant "refreshing" feeling you get is stripped away and you taste what it actually tastes like. Peeing is weird. Looking at yourself in the mirror is weird. You won't have much of an appetite, but I ate an apple which was an amazing carnal, almost sensuous experience. I still think of it as the greatest thing I've ever eaten. We listened to The Dark Side Of The Moon while we were coming down, another of the greatest experiences of my life. I didn't expect to experience so much back pain. It's a deep pain, that you feel inside your bones.
However, doing LSD is also very much a reset. I had to really focus to get back on my routine. My emotions have really been all over the place. I feel like I have a better understanding of who I am, and I can feel just how far away some of my actions are from what I could be. It's not so much that it created new psychological walls, it just showed me ones that I was ignoring. It feels like I'm so much more out of sync with everything going on around me than I was before, but I think the truth - perhaps I hope the truth it is - that I never realized how far out of sync I am with the "real world" and my relationships in the first place. I'm really not a balanced person and I never have been. I focus so hard on ideas, hobbies, etc... that don't matter, I let my relationships stagnate, I neglect my emotions, I'm awful at communicating with other people, and I spend most of my energy on letting my brain explore a million levels of abstraction.
I also remember waking up the next day after sleeping like shit (you will too), and almost being surprised that there wasn't a girl next to me. My emotions about women and relationships have been completely broken, twisted, and insane since then. Again, I think it wasn't so much that acid destabilized these emotions and feeling as much as it was bringing to the surface things that I have been ignoring my whole adult life. There are needs I've been ignoring, and all kinds of angry emotions and unresolved animosity from my teenager years that I bottled away.
This has been a long time in coming, but the arrogant, narcissistic, and confident mask I thought was my personality is just gone. Acid was the final stripping away of who I was as a teenager. I can feel the seeds of a much more mature person growing in me, but some days I just want to go back to not giving a fuck about all this shit. I'm 22, and I think this coincides with my Fi developing- acid just really opened up the process.
One last thing. My unconscious gave me a very firm instruction to start writing a novel during this experience. At one point I thought I wanted to be a film director and I had a small section in one of my notebooks filled with rough ideas. I gave up on this dream a few years ago after I got a much better understanding of how the movie industry works and for the most part I forgot all about it. One of my ideas in the notebook that I had forgotten about flooded into my consciousness, like it was being uploaded, with atleast 100 times the detail I had came up with. I read a lot of books but I've never fancied myself as a writer, I did well in English in High School but it was never something I wanted to pursue. This trip was in April, and right now I've got 2 books on writing on my desk and several more throughout the room. The notebook next to me is about a quarter of the way full of story fragments and writing exercises. I think my writing is fucking awful, everytime I think about it I want to never write again. I've gone days and weeks without writing anything, staying motivated is incredibly difficult, but I always come back. Something deep in my soul drives me back whether I want to or not. Maybe this is what it feels like to have a passion.
TL;DR: I found acid illuminating, but I was also looking for an illuminating experience when I took acid.
| intj | t5_2qowo | ccby40a | I did it for the first time earlier this year. I think if you are curious about it, you should try it. I've never been a big drug user. I smoke weed every day, and I drink on occasion but my experiences with drugs are pretty limited.
It's a great experience and the intention you take into seems to be the key to the kind of trip you have. My favorite part of the trip was that all of the huge spiritual, abstract, and philosophical questions that I struggle with suddenly became as simple as a child's toy. I could manipulate them and put them together in ways that I never even considered possible. This sounds cliche, but it completely changed the way I look at the world. I formulate ideas differently and every thought that goes through my head now has a certain subtext of understanding. I experienced a flicker of Enlightenment.
The majority of the trip me and my friends were just joking around, playing, looking at grass, and staring at clouds. We giggled for hours. It feels like being a kid again, everything is new, and you aren't self conscious about what you're doing. I'm closer with everyone who was present than I was before. Water tastes odd when you are tripping, it's like the instant "refreshing" feeling you get is stripped away and you taste what it actually tastes like. Peeing is weird. Looking at yourself in the mirror is weird. You won't have much of an appetite, but I ate an apple which was an amazing carnal, almost sensuous experience. I still think of it as the greatest thing I've ever eaten. We listened to The Dark Side Of The Moon while we were coming down, another of the greatest experiences of my life. I didn't expect to experience so much back pain. It's a deep pain, that you feel inside your bones.
However, doing LSD is also very much a reset. I had to really focus to get back on my routine. My emotions have really been all over the place. I feel like I have a better understanding of who I am, and I can feel just how far away some of my actions are from what I could be. It's not so much that it created new psychological walls, it just showed me ones that I was ignoring. It feels like I'm so much more out of sync with everything going on around me than I was before, but I think the truth - perhaps I hope the truth it is - that I never realized how far out of sync I am with the "real world" and my relationships in the first place. I'm really not a balanced person and I never have been. I focus so hard on ideas, hobbies, etc... that don't matter, I let my relationships stagnate, I neglect my emotions, I'm awful at communicating with other people, and I spend most of my energy on letting my brain explore a million levels of abstraction.
I also remember waking up the next day after sleeping like shit (you will too), and almost being surprised that there wasn't a girl next to me. My emotions about women and relationships have been completely broken, twisted, and insane since then. Again, I think it wasn't so much that acid destabilized these emotions and feeling as much as it was bringing to the surface things that I have been ignoring my whole adult life. There are needs I've been ignoring, and all kinds of angry emotions and unresolved animosity from my teenager years that I bottled away.
This has been a long time in coming, but the arrogant, narcissistic, and confident mask I thought was my personality is just gone. Acid was the final stripping away of who I was as a teenager. I can feel the seeds of a much more mature person growing in me, but some days I just want to go back to not giving a fuck about all this shit. I'm 22, and I think this coincides with my Fi developing- acid just really opened up the process.
One last thing. My unconscious gave me a very firm instruction to start writing a novel during this experience. At one point I thought I wanted to be a film director and I had a small section in one of my notebooks filled with rough ideas. I gave up on this dream a few years ago after I got a much better understanding of how the movie industry works and for the most part I forgot all about it. One of my ideas in the notebook that I had forgotten about flooded into my consciousness, like it was being uploaded, with atleast 100 times the detail I had came up with. I read a lot of books but I've never fancied myself as a writer, I did well in English in High School but it was never something I wanted to pursue. This trip was in April, and right now I've got 2 books on writing on my desk and several more throughout the room. The notebook next to me is about a quarter of the way full of story fragments and writing exercises. I think my writing is fucking awful, everytime I think about it I want to never write again. I've gone days and weeks without writing anything, staying motivated is incredibly difficult, but I always come back. Something deep in my soul drives me back whether I want to or not. Maybe this is what it feels like to have a passion. | I found acid illuminating, but I was also looking for an illuminating experience when I took acid. |
LUV2ChUM | Well, me and my friends have a actual plan for this situation. First, we gather all the supplys we could need(guns, survival gear etc...) Then we meet up at a specific point known to all of us. We will then travel west until we get to a nearby school bus station, where we take the best suited bus that we can find. Load up, and we're off. To where? NORTH, we live in Michigan, and if we head north the only thing we can come into is wilderness. From there, head MORE NORTH, the way less people live. Search for a cabin in the middle of nowhere. If we can't find one, we have a good carpenter in the group. We can make one. After that, live our lives in the middle of nowhere. Set up a perimeter, and just live the rest of our days.
This also applys to many types of emergency scenarios.
TL,DR: Basically Doomsday Preppers | Well, me and my friends have a actual plan for this situation. First, we gather all the supplys we could need(guns, survival gear etc...) Then we meet up at a specific point known to all of us. We will then travel west until we get to a nearby school bus station, where we take the best suited bus that we can find. Load up, and we're off. To where? NORTH, we live in Michigan, and if we head north the only thing we can come into is wilderness. From there, head MORE NORTH, the way less people live. Search for a cabin in the middle of nowhere. If we can't find one, we have a good carpenter in the group. We can make one. After that, live our lives in the middle of nowhere. Set up a perimeter, and just live the rest of our days.
This also applys to many types of emergency scenarios.
TL,DR: Basically Doomsday Preppers
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccbw6h4 | Well, me and my friends have a actual plan for this situation. First, we gather all the supplys we could need(guns, survival gear etc...) Then we meet up at a specific point known to all of us. We will then travel west until we get to a nearby school bus station, where we take the best suited bus that we can find. Load up, and we're off. To where? NORTH, we live in Michigan, and if we head north the only thing we can come into is wilderness. From there, head MORE NORTH, the way less people live. Search for a cabin in the middle of nowhere. If we can't find one, we have a good carpenter in the group. We can make one. After that, live our lives in the middle of nowhere. Set up a perimeter, and just live the rest of our days.
This also applys to many types of emergency scenarios. | Basically Doomsday Preppers |
Sirusavath | Putting down a pet is really, *really* hard to do. Tomorrow is the one year anniversary of me putting my cat down. I've had my fair share of shitty days over the last year but that one takes the cake. Every aspect of that ordeal just made me sad. Before I did anything I let my kids (4 and 1) at the time say goodbye. My four year old was sad, but my 1 year old was just happy to pet the kitty. I dropped the kids off at my parents house. I then took the cat to the vet. I was given a couple of forms to sign. My hands have never trembled so much as at the moment that I signed that fucking sheet of paper. I was given a some time alone with my cat and picked him up pet him for a while. For the first time in probably two years the little guy started purring. Eventually I said goodbye and left the vet, trying to keep my cool until I got to my car.
I drove around for about thirty minutes just crying. Memories of times with my cat kept popping into my head. What was worse was memories from half my life ago when my parents put one of our dogs down. I was so mad at them and such a little shit (I was a stupid, angst filled teenager at the time) to them. I never took into consideration what they had just been through. I felt awful.
I eventually drove back to my parents house to procure my children. I sat in the driveway for a minute or two to compose myself. I walked back into their house and sat down on the couch next to my mom. "How did it go?" she asked and I just lost it. Almost a year later and I can still vividly remember that day and still feel terrible.
TL;DR, seeing a pet die is hard, but signing away their life will ravage your inner being. | Putting down a pet is really, really hard to do. Tomorrow is the one year anniversary of me putting my cat down. I've had my fair share of shitty days over the last year but that one takes the cake. Every aspect of that ordeal just made me sad. Before I did anything I let my kids (4 and 1) at the time say goodbye. My four year old was sad, but my 1 year old was just happy to pet the kitty. I dropped the kids off at my parents house. I then took the cat to the vet. I was given a couple of forms to sign. My hands have never trembled so much as at the moment that I signed that fucking sheet of paper. I was given a some time alone with my cat and picked him up pet him for a while. For the first time in probably two years the little guy started purring. Eventually I said goodbye and left the vet, trying to keep my cool until I got to my car.
I drove around for about thirty minutes just crying. Memories of times with my cat kept popping into my head. What was worse was memories from half my life ago when my parents put one of our dogs down. I was so mad at them and such a little shit (I was a stupid, angst filled teenager at the time) to them. I never took into consideration what they had just been through. I felt awful.
I eventually drove back to my parents house to procure my children. I sat in the driveway for a minute or two to compose myself. I walked back into their house and sat down on the couch next to my mom. "How did it go?" she asked and I just lost it. Almost a year later and I can still vividly remember that day and still feel terrible.
TL;DR, seeing a pet die is hard, but signing away their life will ravage your inner being.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccbzz8t | Putting down a pet is really, really hard to do. Tomorrow is the one year anniversary of me putting my cat down. I've had my fair share of shitty days over the last year but that one takes the cake. Every aspect of that ordeal just made me sad. Before I did anything I let my kids (4 and 1) at the time say goodbye. My four year old was sad, but my 1 year old was just happy to pet the kitty. I dropped the kids off at my parents house. I then took the cat to the vet. I was given a couple of forms to sign. My hands have never trembled so much as at the moment that I signed that fucking sheet of paper. I was given a some time alone with my cat and picked him up pet him for a while. For the first time in probably two years the little guy started purring. Eventually I said goodbye and left the vet, trying to keep my cool until I got to my car.
I drove around for about thirty minutes just crying. Memories of times with my cat kept popping into my head. What was worse was memories from half my life ago when my parents put one of our dogs down. I was so mad at them and such a little shit (I was a stupid, angst filled teenager at the time) to them. I never took into consideration what they had just been through. I felt awful.
I eventually drove back to my parents house to procure my children. I sat in the driveway for a minute or two to compose myself. I walked back into their house and sat down on the couch next to my mom. "How did it go?" she asked and I just lost it. Almost a year later and I can still vividly remember that day and still feel terrible. | seeing a pet die is hard, but signing away their life will ravage your inner being. |
MikeBayInsuranceCo | Yes, watched an MHMR resident of mine die rather painfully of a ruptured bowel. I could type out the whole story if there is interest but since im on my phone ill just say the most striking aspects that wil probably remain burned into my memory forever. A death rattle is a real thing, and it is horrible. Its hard to describe, its like a strained prolonged gasp where they're respiratory muscles are tightened and clenched but they're trying to suck in as much air as they can past their clench throat muscles as if the air they are breathing in will buy them a few more precious moments of life. It makes a raspy noise which is only prolongued against the minutes of the short sharp breaths while hyperventilating, once she finished inhaling she just sortve stopped then the air sortve slowly escaped her then nothing. She had never really learned talk at all, the entire time I was her staff I only heard her use 3 words, mine, no and bitch. Since she couldn't talk to us and tell us what was wrong, her eyes were what spoke to me the entire time, it was a culmination of fear, pain, panic and oddly, conentration. She never looked in the same place for more than a second, her wide eyes just darted around the room, she never really seemed to acknowledged my existence during her final couple minutes despite standing right in front of her trying to talk to her and asking her questions to figure out what is causing it, her eyes simply bounced from on point of the room to another, possibly looking for something to save her, I don't really know. Another thing that sticks with me was giving CPR to someone who had stopped breathing and was dead, I didn't really know she was dead at the time, all I knew was that she wasn't breathing and I had to start CPR. It was the closest thing to an out of body experience I've ever had. Its not like I was looking down on myself giving her CPR or anything, it was more of my body just seemed to act on its own as my mind raced, I lost all concept of time, I honestly couldn't tell you if I was working on her for 5 minutes or 25 before the EMTs arrived and took over. I just remember thinking about completely random things. It was like my mind had shut out everything except for a few sounds, the other stagf on shift frantically talking on the phone, one of the other residents crying in hysterics, and the sound of (ribs I'm guessing since she was a big girl so I had to apply a lot of pressure) popping as I was giving compressions, aside from these outside things my mind just seemed to roam aimlessly. The last thing was after the paramedic and EMTs stopped and put the sheet over her, a couple police officers, and a district whatever they're called and few higher ups in the company had arrived. I went outside and chainsmoked for 30 minutes while giving people verbal statements, when I walked back in the first thing I heard was laughter from one of the higher ups, these bitches were chatting away like it was a normal day. I just sat down on the couch staring at the sheet covering a body that had been alive less than an hour ago and just about lost it, every part of me wanted to stand up and scream "will everyone just take a fucking moment to acknowledge the fucking dead person in the room!?!?" But I controlled it, after about 5 or so written statements and a handful more verbal statements I went home and drank heavily then passed out. I still carry a picture of her in my wallet almost 3 years later. I didn't expect to write a wall of text but I accidentally did. Oh well. TL; DR I took the time to write it, just read the damn thing. | Yes, watched an MHMR resident of mine die rather painfully of a ruptured bowel. I could type out the whole story if there is interest but since im on my phone ill just say the most striking aspects that wil probably remain burned into my memory forever. A death rattle is a real thing, and it is horrible. Its hard to describe, its like a strained prolonged gasp where they're respiratory muscles are tightened and clenched but they're trying to suck in as much air as they can past their clench throat muscles as if the air they are breathing in will buy them a few more precious moments of life. It makes a raspy noise which is only prolongued against the minutes of the short sharp breaths while hyperventilating, once she finished inhaling she just sortve stopped then the air sortve slowly escaped her then nothing. She had never really learned talk at all, the entire time I was her staff I only heard her use 3 words, mine, no and bitch. Since she couldn't talk to us and tell us what was wrong, her eyes were what spoke to me the entire time, it was a culmination of fear, pain, panic and oddly, conentration. She never looked in the same place for more than a second, her wide eyes just darted around the room, she never really seemed to acknowledged my existence during her final couple minutes despite standing right in front of her trying to talk to her and asking her questions to figure out what is causing it, her eyes simply bounced from on point of the room to another, possibly looking for something to save her, I don't really know. Another thing that sticks with me was giving CPR to someone who had stopped breathing and was dead, I didn't really know she was dead at the time, all I knew was that she wasn't breathing and I had to start CPR. It was the closest thing to an out of body experience I've ever had. Its not like I was looking down on myself giving her CPR or anything, it was more of my body just seemed to act on its own as my mind raced, I lost all concept of time, I honestly couldn't tell you if I was working on her for 5 minutes or 25 before the EMTs arrived and took over. I just remember thinking about completely random things. It was like my mind had shut out everything except for a few sounds, the other stagf on shift frantically talking on the phone, one of the other residents crying in hysterics, and the sound of (ribs I'm guessing since she was a big girl so I had to apply a lot of pressure) popping as I was giving compressions, aside from these outside things my mind just seemed to roam aimlessly. The last thing was after the paramedic and EMTs stopped and put the sheet over her, a couple police officers, and a district whatever they're called and few higher ups in the company had arrived. I went outside and chainsmoked for 30 minutes while giving people verbal statements, when I walked back in the first thing I heard was laughter from one of the higher ups, these bitches were chatting away like it was a normal day. I just sat down on the couch staring at the sheet covering a body that had been alive less than an hour ago and just about lost it, every part of me wanted to stand up and scream "will everyone just take a fucking moment to acknowledge the fucking dead person in the room!?!?" But I controlled it, after about 5 or so written statements and a handful more verbal statements I went home and drank heavily then passed out. I still carry a picture of her in my wallet almost 3 years later. I didn't expect to write a wall of text but I accidentally did. Oh well. TL; DR I took the time to write it, just read the damn thing.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccc0ddr | Yes, watched an MHMR resident of mine die rather painfully of a ruptured bowel. I could type out the whole story if there is interest but since im on my phone ill just say the most striking aspects that wil probably remain burned into my memory forever. A death rattle is a real thing, and it is horrible. Its hard to describe, its like a strained prolonged gasp where they're respiratory muscles are tightened and clenched but they're trying to suck in as much air as they can past their clench throat muscles as if the air they are breathing in will buy them a few more precious moments of life. It makes a raspy noise which is only prolongued against the minutes of the short sharp breaths while hyperventilating, once she finished inhaling she just sortve stopped then the air sortve slowly escaped her then nothing. She had never really learned talk at all, the entire time I was her staff I only heard her use 3 words, mine, no and bitch. Since she couldn't talk to us and tell us what was wrong, her eyes were what spoke to me the entire time, it was a culmination of fear, pain, panic and oddly, conentration. She never looked in the same place for more than a second, her wide eyes just darted around the room, she never really seemed to acknowledged my existence during her final couple minutes despite standing right in front of her trying to talk to her and asking her questions to figure out what is causing it, her eyes simply bounced from on point of the room to another, possibly looking for something to save her, I don't really know. Another thing that sticks with me was giving CPR to someone who had stopped breathing and was dead, I didn't really know she was dead at the time, all I knew was that she wasn't breathing and I had to start CPR. It was the closest thing to an out of body experience I've ever had. Its not like I was looking down on myself giving her CPR or anything, it was more of my body just seemed to act on its own as my mind raced, I lost all concept of time, I honestly couldn't tell you if I was working on her for 5 minutes or 25 before the EMTs arrived and took over. I just remember thinking about completely random things. It was like my mind had shut out everything except for a few sounds, the other stagf on shift frantically talking on the phone, one of the other residents crying in hysterics, and the sound of (ribs I'm guessing since she was a big girl so I had to apply a lot of pressure) popping as I was giving compressions, aside from these outside things my mind just seemed to roam aimlessly. The last thing was after the paramedic and EMTs stopped and put the sheet over her, a couple police officers, and a district whatever they're called and few higher ups in the company had arrived. I went outside and chainsmoked for 30 minutes while giving people verbal statements, when I walked back in the first thing I heard was laughter from one of the higher ups, these bitches were chatting away like it was a normal day. I just sat down on the couch staring at the sheet covering a body that had been alive less than an hour ago and just about lost it, every part of me wanted to stand up and scream "will everyone just take a fucking moment to acknowledge the fucking dead person in the room!?!?" But I controlled it, after about 5 or so written statements and a handful more verbal statements I went home and drank heavily then passed out. I still carry a picture of her in my wallet almost 3 years later. I didn't expect to write a wall of text but I accidentally did. Oh well. | I took the time to write it, just read the damn thing. |
Cabotinage | Told this story before but here goes, the other week I was running late to work, I was walking to the bus stop when I saw a "homeless man" lying about 30m from the place I live. I took a photo as I approached to send to a friend as I don't live in the nicest place and I always say how nice it is..
As I get close to him i realise he is lying passed out in an awkward postion, I was going to keep walking but this guy didnt actually look homeless. I call out asking him if his is okay hoping that the sound wakes him up. I gently poke him on the shoulder asking again like when a kid is playing with something dangerous as I didn't want him to wake up and panic and attack me. still nothing, I try a few more times getting harder each time. Guess its time to call the ambulance.
As I am fairly new to the UK I didn't know the number and people walking past me weren't offereing me any help I had to chase after 2 guys to get tell me the number. When on the phone it felt as though i was on it for at least 15 minutes talking to the operator giving them information trying to get his breathing and what not (his awkward postion and jacket made it very hard to see his breathing) When the ambulance finally arrived the medic then tells me he is dead.
I was insanely shocked and wanted to vomit, I have never seen a dead person in real life and I had just been poking and prodding one, I asked if I had to stay around as I was running late for work but they said it was okay (by this time there was now 2 other guys with me who stood there just staring as i was on the phone to the operator.
Worst experience ever.
TL;DR I saw a seemingly passed out homeless man who ended up being dead.
Oh and I looked at the call duration after work, it went for 3 minutes. It felt at least 15 minutes though. I saw in a thread a while ago about adrenaline slowing down time so I guess that was probably it at work. | Told this story before but here goes, the other week I was running late to work, I was walking to the bus stop when I saw a "homeless man" lying about 30m from the place I live. I took a photo as I approached to send to a friend as I don't live in the nicest place and I always say how nice it is..
As I get close to him i realise he is lying passed out in an awkward postion, I was going to keep walking but this guy didnt actually look homeless. I call out asking him if his is okay hoping that the sound wakes him up. I gently poke him on the shoulder asking again like when a kid is playing with something dangerous as I didn't want him to wake up and panic and attack me. still nothing, I try a few more times getting harder each time. Guess its time to call the ambulance.
As I am fairly new to the UK I didn't know the number and people walking past me weren't offereing me any help I had to chase after 2 guys to get tell me the number. When on the phone it felt as though i was on it for at least 15 minutes talking to the operator giving them information trying to get his breathing and what not (his awkward postion and jacket made it very hard to see his breathing) When the ambulance finally arrived the medic then tells me he is dead.
I was insanely shocked and wanted to vomit, I have never seen a dead person in real life and I had just been poking and prodding one, I asked if I had to stay around as I was running late for work but they said it was okay (by this time there was now 2 other guys with me who stood there just staring as i was on the phone to the operator.
Worst experience ever.
TL;DR I saw a seemingly passed out homeless man who ended up being dead.
Oh and I looked at the call duration after work, it went for 3 minutes. It felt at least 15 minutes though. I saw in a thread a while ago about adrenaline slowing down time so I guess that was probably it at work.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccc0tu0 | Told this story before but here goes, the other week I was running late to work, I was walking to the bus stop when I saw a "homeless man" lying about 30m from the place I live. I took a photo as I approached to send to a friend as I don't live in the nicest place and I always say how nice it is..
As I get close to him i realise he is lying passed out in an awkward postion, I was going to keep walking but this guy didnt actually look homeless. I call out asking him if his is okay hoping that the sound wakes him up. I gently poke him on the shoulder asking again like when a kid is playing with something dangerous as I didn't want him to wake up and panic and attack me. still nothing, I try a few more times getting harder each time. Guess its time to call the ambulance.
As I am fairly new to the UK I didn't know the number and people walking past me weren't offereing me any help I had to chase after 2 guys to get tell me the number. When on the phone it felt as though i was on it for at least 15 minutes talking to the operator giving them information trying to get his breathing and what not (his awkward postion and jacket made it very hard to see his breathing) When the ambulance finally arrived the medic then tells me he is dead.
I was insanely shocked and wanted to vomit, I have never seen a dead person in real life and I had just been poking and prodding one, I asked if I had to stay around as I was running late for work but they said it was okay (by this time there was now 2 other guys with me who stood there just staring as i was on the phone to the operator.
Worst experience ever. | I saw a seemingly passed out homeless man who ended up being dead.
Oh and I looked at the call duration after work, it went for 3 minutes. It felt at least 15 minutes though. I saw in a thread a while ago about adrenaline slowing down time so I guess that was probably it at work. |
Crissie2389 | Yes.
It is my job, I've gone from working as an NA, to a CNA, to a CMT, and now am going to an LPN. I've worked in Nursing Homes, volunteered in hospitals and done hospice care and almost all of those places have a policy of "No one goes alone." So unless they die in their sleep or have some sudden attack and pass they always have someone there.
The first time I sat with someone I held her hand and despite her being non-responsive even before she began to fail. I spent the next two hours of that night holding her hand and telling her about my daughter and talking about her grandchildren and how big they were getting. I had run through everything I knew about her family from their visits and from having seen her grandchildren so many times, even out at the park I had seen them and my own daughter had played with them. And started just quietly singing the hymns that her family had recorded on a CD for her, despite not going to Church really or being very religious I had memorized them all from hearing them. She was already mottling which is the term for when their skin becomes blotchy and reddish/blue on the legs/arms usually happens before passing due to lack of oxygen. I had just finished a song, and she let out this sigh and passed.
It was very sad for me, but at the same time very fulfilling to know that at the end of her life I had been there to make her passing as easy as I could have, we had made sure she was in no pain. I personally had brushed her hair for her earlier and done it up so she could feel nice. Even if people said she didn't notice or care still, feeling clean and put together even if you're out of it can make you feel good. Her family was so appreciative and nice at the time too and I just then thought, "For what, I just at with her." Now years later I get it.
TL:DR - Yes, I have seen people die before. It can be very moving, and yet very depressing at the same time. | Yes.
It is my job, I've gone from working as an NA, to a CNA, to a CMT, and now am going to an LPN. I've worked in Nursing Homes, volunteered in hospitals and done hospice care and almost all of those places have a policy of "No one goes alone." So unless they die in their sleep or have some sudden attack and pass they always have someone there.
The first time I sat with someone I held her hand and despite her being non-responsive even before she began to fail. I spent the next two hours of that night holding her hand and telling her about my daughter and talking about her grandchildren and how big they were getting. I had run through everything I knew about her family from their visits and from having seen her grandchildren so many times, even out at the park I had seen them and my own daughter had played with them. And started just quietly singing the hymns that her family had recorded on a CD for her, despite not going to Church really or being very religious I had memorized them all from hearing them. She was already mottling which is the term for when their skin becomes blotchy and reddish/blue on the legs/arms usually happens before passing due to lack of oxygen. I had just finished a song, and she let out this sigh and passed.
It was very sad for me, but at the same time very fulfilling to know that at the end of her life I had been there to make her passing as easy as I could have, we had made sure she was in no pain. I personally had brushed her hair for her earlier and done it up so she could feel nice. Even if people said she didn't notice or care still, feeling clean and put together even if you're out of it can make you feel good. Her family was so appreciative and nice at the time too and I just then thought, "For what, I just at with her." Now years later I get it.
TL:DR - Yes, I have seen people die before. It can be very moving, and yet very depressing at the same time.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccc14j4 | Yes.
It is my job, I've gone from working as an NA, to a CNA, to a CMT, and now am going to an LPN. I've worked in Nursing Homes, volunteered in hospitals and done hospice care and almost all of those places have a policy of "No one goes alone." So unless they die in their sleep or have some sudden attack and pass they always have someone there.
The first time I sat with someone I held her hand and despite her being non-responsive even before she began to fail. I spent the next two hours of that night holding her hand and telling her about my daughter and talking about her grandchildren and how big they were getting. I had run through everything I knew about her family from their visits and from having seen her grandchildren so many times, even out at the park I had seen them and my own daughter had played with them. And started just quietly singing the hymns that her family had recorded on a CD for her, despite not going to Church really or being very religious I had memorized them all from hearing them. She was already mottling which is the term for when their skin becomes blotchy and reddish/blue on the legs/arms usually happens before passing due to lack of oxygen. I had just finished a song, and she let out this sigh and passed.
It was very sad for me, but at the same time very fulfilling to know that at the end of her life I had been there to make her passing as easy as I could have, we had made sure she was in no pain. I personally had brushed her hair for her earlier and done it up so she could feel nice. Even if people said she didn't notice or care still, feeling clean and put together even if you're out of it can make you feel good. Her family was so appreciative and nice at the time too and I just then thought, "For what, I just at with her." Now years later I get it. | Yes, I have seen people die before. It can be very moving, and yet very depressing at the same time. |
DrDecepticon | I watched my Grandfather die right in front of me.
I'll go into a bit more detail, my grandad had cancer for a few years during this time he had a stroke and a heart attack but always seemed to survive I honestly thought he was like superman and that he was getting better (my family never told me he had been given 6 months to live as they wanted me to get on with everything as I was still a teenager).
It got to a point where they moved his hospital bed to his house, being naive about these sorts of things I assumed he was getting better. One day I finished work as normal I got home had a shower and was getting changed to go out with friends when my mum bursts through the door and just says "it's time" now I can't really describe the feeling I had apart from that horrible feeling you get in your stomach when you know something bad is going to happen.
I have never driven so fast in my lifr to get to their house and the door to my grandparents house was open with the ambulance outside, apparently they were waiting for a call from his doctor as to whether they should move him or not, I think my nan declined it I can't quite recall, I just remember bursting into tears and holding on to his hand. He was laying in his bed trying to speak but was choking from fluid in his lungs some word's he managed to get out were "stop crying" we tried to make him as comfortable as possible as this went on for an hour, then I told him I loved him and he looked back at me and gave me that smile "everything is going to be ok" smile and squeezed my hand tightly before his hand went completely limp, he was still staring at me but his eye's were lifeless. He died about quarter to 8 and I still held his hand until about 9 o'clock. I watched his body turn a yellowish colour ( I still don't understand that)
I have no idea why I just wrote all that but it feels amazing to do so.
TL:DR I heldy grandads hand as he died, wouldn't of rather been anywhere else when he died.
| I watched my Grandfather die right in front of me.
I'll go into a bit more detail, my grandad had cancer for a few years during this time he had a stroke and a heart attack but always seemed to survive I honestly thought he was like superman and that he was getting better (my family never told me he had been given 6 months to live as they wanted me to get on with everything as I was still a teenager).
It got to a point where they moved his hospital bed to his house, being naive about these sorts of things I assumed he was getting better. One day I finished work as normal I got home had a shower and was getting changed to go out with friends when my mum bursts through the door and just says "it's time" now I can't really describe the feeling I had apart from that horrible feeling you get in your stomach when you know something bad is going to happen.
I have never driven so fast in my lifr to get to their house and the door to my grandparents house was open with the ambulance outside, apparently they were waiting for a call from his doctor as to whether they should move him or not, I think my nan declined it I can't quite recall, I just remember bursting into tears and holding on to his hand. He was laying in his bed trying to speak but was choking from fluid in his lungs some word's he managed to get out were "stop crying" we tried to make him as comfortable as possible as this went on for an hour, then I told him I loved him and he looked back at me and gave me that smile "everything is going to be ok" smile and squeezed my hand tightly before his hand went completely limp, he was still staring at me but his eye's were lifeless. He died about quarter to 8 and I still held his hand until about 9 o'clock. I watched his body turn a yellowish colour ( I still don't understand that)
I have no idea why I just wrote all that but it feels amazing to do so.
TL:DR I heldy grandads hand as he died, wouldn't of rather been anywhere else when he died.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccc1jtv | I watched my Grandfather die right in front of me.
I'll go into a bit more detail, my grandad had cancer for a few years during this time he had a stroke and a heart attack but always seemed to survive I honestly thought he was like superman and that he was getting better (my family never told me he had been given 6 months to live as they wanted me to get on with everything as I was still a teenager).
It got to a point where they moved his hospital bed to his house, being naive about these sorts of things I assumed he was getting better. One day I finished work as normal I got home had a shower and was getting changed to go out with friends when my mum bursts through the door and just says "it's time" now I can't really describe the feeling I had apart from that horrible feeling you get in your stomach when you know something bad is going to happen.
I have never driven so fast in my lifr to get to their house and the door to my grandparents house was open with the ambulance outside, apparently they were waiting for a call from his doctor as to whether they should move him or not, I think my nan declined it I can't quite recall, I just remember bursting into tears and holding on to his hand. He was laying in his bed trying to speak but was choking from fluid in his lungs some word's he managed to get out were "stop crying" we tried to make him as comfortable as possible as this went on for an hour, then I told him I loved him and he looked back at me and gave me that smile "everything is going to be ok" smile and squeezed my hand tightly before his hand went completely limp, he was still staring at me but his eye's were lifeless. He died about quarter to 8 and I still held his hand until about 9 o'clock. I watched his body turn a yellowish colour ( I still don't understand that)
I have no idea why I just wrote all that but it feels amazing to do so. | I heldy grandads hand as he died, wouldn't of rather been anywhere else when he died. |
beatlesbible | I've not thought about this for years, but I started writing and it all came back to me.
I was drinking in a bar/club with two friends in 1999. We were the only people on the ground floor apart from a couple of bar staff, but a party was going on upstairs. It was only about 9pm so still getting going.
There was an empty dancefloor area in the middle of the ground floor. About 20ft above it there was a circular balcony, allowing people to look down at the dancers below once the venue filled up. We were sitting round a table on the edge of the dancefloor, and I was the only one in our group to be facing it.
There was a thud. A man had fallen from the balcony, straight onto the dancefloor below. He seemed to land completely flat, with his head, back and legs all hitting the floor at the same time. Blood started to spill from the back of his head. He never moved.
A bouncer ran over to assess the situation. Another bouncer and a partygoer held back a hysterical, screaming, clawing woman who had rushed downstairs. The blood continued to spill from the man until there was a large puddle surrounding him.
We'd clearly just witnessed someone either die or be seriously injured. The staff had called an ambulance and we had nothing practical to offer, and we couldn't exactly stay to finish our drinks so we left, shellshocked. We went to another bar because we were so shaken by what we'd seen.
At the end of the night we parted and I walked home past the first venue. There were about 10 people outside, including a couple of people openly crying. I thought about going up to them and saying I'd seen it happen, but it felt like an intrusion of a private moment. I'm still not sure if I made the wrong call.
I later saw a newspaper report saying the guy was 35, married with a two-year-old daughter. I think he'd been sitting on the edge of the balcony, had lost his balance and fell backwards. He might have been showing off; I'm not sure.
The next day I went to see Fight Club in the cinema. I wanted to take my mind off things. Bad choice of film. There's a scene, IIRC, where someone gets their head repeatedly smashed into the floor. That finally pushed me over the edge - I came out of the cinema shaking and have never seen it since.
TL;DR A man fell to his death from an upstairs balcony. I was possibly the only witness. | I've not thought about this for years, but I started writing and it all came back to me.
I was drinking in a bar/club with two friends in 1999. We were the only people on the ground floor apart from a couple of bar staff, but a party was going on upstairs. It was only about 9pm so still getting going.
There was an empty dancefloor area in the middle of the ground floor. About 20ft above it there was a circular balcony, allowing people to look down at the dancers below once the venue filled up. We were sitting round a table on the edge of the dancefloor, and I was the only one in our group to be facing it.
There was a thud. A man had fallen from the balcony, straight onto the dancefloor below. He seemed to land completely flat, with his head, back and legs all hitting the floor at the same time. Blood started to spill from the back of his head. He never moved.
A bouncer ran over to assess the situation. Another bouncer and a partygoer held back a hysterical, screaming, clawing woman who had rushed downstairs. The blood continued to spill from the man until there was a large puddle surrounding him.
We'd clearly just witnessed someone either die or be seriously injured. The staff had called an ambulance and we had nothing practical to offer, and we couldn't exactly stay to finish our drinks so we left, shellshocked. We went to another bar because we were so shaken by what we'd seen.
At the end of the night we parted and I walked home past the first venue. There were about 10 people outside, including a couple of people openly crying. I thought about going up to them and saying I'd seen it happen, but it felt like an intrusion of a private moment. I'm still not sure if I made the wrong call.
I later saw a newspaper report saying the guy was 35, married with a two-year-old daughter. I think he'd been sitting on the edge of the balcony, had lost his balance and fell backwards. He might have been showing off; I'm not sure.
The next day I went to see Fight Club in the cinema. I wanted to take my mind off things. Bad choice of film. There's a scene, IIRC, where someone gets their head repeatedly smashed into the floor. That finally pushed me over the edge - I came out of the cinema shaking and have never seen it since.
TL;DR A man fell to his death from an upstairs balcony. I was possibly the only witness.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccc20gy | I've not thought about this for years, but I started writing and it all came back to me.
I was drinking in a bar/club with two friends in 1999. We were the only people on the ground floor apart from a couple of bar staff, but a party was going on upstairs. It was only about 9pm so still getting going.
There was an empty dancefloor area in the middle of the ground floor. About 20ft above it there was a circular balcony, allowing people to look down at the dancers below once the venue filled up. We were sitting round a table on the edge of the dancefloor, and I was the only one in our group to be facing it.
There was a thud. A man had fallen from the balcony, straight onto the dancefloor below. He seemed to land completely flat, with his head, back and legs all hitting the floor at the same time. Blood started to spill from the back of his head. He never moved.
A bouncer ran over to assess the situation. Another bouncer and a partygoer held back a hysterical, screaming, clawing woman who had rushed downstairs. The blood continued to spill from the man until there was a large puddle surrounding him.
We'd clearly just witnessed someone either die or be seriously injured. The staff had called an ambulance and we had nothing practical to offer, and we couldn't exactly stay to finish our drinks so we left, shellshocked. We went to another bar because we were so shaken by what we'd seen.
At the end of the night we parted and I walked home past the first venue. There were about 10 people outside, including a couple of people openly crying. I thought about going up to them and saying I'd seen it happen, but it felt like an intrusion of a private moment. I'm still not sure if I made the wrong call.
I later saw a newspaper report saying the guy was 35, married with a two-year-old daughter. I think he'd been sitting on the edge of the balcony, had lost his balance and fell backwards. He might have been showing off; I'm not sure.
The next day I went to see Fight Club in the cinema. I wanted to take my mind off things. Bad choice of film. There's a scene, IIRC, where someone gets their head repeatedly smashed into the floor. That finally pushed me over the edge - I came out of the cinema shaking and have never seen it since. | A man fell to his death from an upstairs balcony. I was possibly the only witness. |
potatodavid | I was on a canoe trip in the boundary waters in northern Minnesota. We left with our group early one morning and as we were leaving there was another larger group all sporting blue T-Shirts that was also heading out of the same launch as we were. As we canoed to our first campsite, we would cross paths with them on the different portages. On the 3rd day of our trip we were going to portage around a set of decent sized rapids rather than take our canoes down said rapids and run the potential of ruining an entire trip doing something stupid. We got our canoes around the rapids and a few in our group cast a couple fishing lines because the way the water pooled at the bottom of the rapids made an excellent spot for fish to school up. We were fishing for about an hour when we saw the blue shirt crew all attempting to canoe down the rapids. The first set of 3 kids made it down. The second group the canoe turned sideways flipped over and folded in half on a rock pinning the man in the middle submerged upside down. The two other people in the canoe were this man's children. His kids watched him die. We used our satallite phone to bring in the DNR and emergency services. Won't ever forget watching the horror on the kids faces.
TLDR: Watched a guy die when his canoe flipped in rapids while his kids watched. | I was on a canoe trip in the boundary waters in northern Minnesota. We left with our group early one morning and as we were leaving there was another larger group all sporting blue T-Shirts that was also heading out of the same launch as we were. As we canoed to our first campsite, we would cross paths with them on the different portages. On the 3rd day of our trip we were going to portage around a set of decent sized rapids rather than take our canoes down said rapids and run the potential of ruining an entire trip doing something stupid. We got our canoes around the rapids and a few in our group cast a couple fishing lines because the way the water pooled at the bottom of the rapids made an excellent spot for fish to school up. We were fishing for about an hour when we saw the blue shirt crew all attempting to canoe down the rapids. The first set of 3 kids made it down. The second group the canoe turned sideways flipped over and folded in half on a rock pinning the man in the middle submerged upside down. The two other people in the canoe were this man's children. His kids watched him die. We used our satallite phone to bring in the DNR and emergency services. Won't ever forget watching the horror on the kids faces.
TLDR: Watched a guy die when his canoe flipped in rapids while his kids watched.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccc26we | I was on a canoe trip in the boundary waters in northern Minnesota. We left with our group early one morning and as we were leaving there was another larger group all sporting blue T-Shirts that was also heading out of the same launch as we were. As we canoed to our first campsite, we would cross paths with them on the different portages. On the 3rd day of our trip we were going to portage around a set of decent sized rapids rather than take our canoes down said rapids and run the potential of ruining an entire trip doing something stupid. We got our canoes around the rapids and a few in our group cast a couple fishing lines because the way the water pooled at the bottom of the rapids made an excellent spot for fish to school up. We were fishing for about an hour when we saw the blue shirt crew all attempting to canoe down the rapids. The first set of 3 kids made it down. The second group the canoe turned sideways flipped over and folded in half on a rock pinning the man in the middle submerged upside down. The two other people in the canoe were this man's children. His kids watched him die. We used our satallite phone to bring in the DNR and emergency services. Won't ever forget watching the horror on the kids faces. | Watched a guy die when his canoe flipped in rapids while his kids watched. |
tomfun | I was in Tokyo last year, rushing to catch a train to then catch a flight, and my friend and i had rushed onto the railway platform from the wrong end, right at the end of the platform. I was lagging behind and i noticed this kid drop his bag over the edge of the platform onto the tracks, so i stop, next he kinda tumbles over the edge and decks it onto the tracks. He's looking all disorientated, so i do a quick check each way and there is a train heading towards him, my first thought was to jump down and grab him and i actually remember starting to head over to the edge thinking "Fucking hell this is gonna be pretty tight" before he seemed to get his shit together. He leaned over and got his bag and looked like he was about to get out of the way of the train, then he dropped to his knees and hugged his bag against his chest at the last minute. The train struck him in the back of the head and it flopped forwards, as did his lifeless body under the train straight after. He looked like he was about 15 or 16. Pretty grim, although sadly quite a common occurrence in Japan. I just remember thinking "His poor family" at the time.
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Tried to catch a train to the airport, had to get a taxi instead. | I was in Tokyo last year, rushing to catch a train to then catch a flight, and my friend and i had rushed onto the railway platform from the wrong end, right at the end of the platform. I was lagging behind and i noticed this kid drop his bag over the edge of the platform onto the tracks, so i stop, next he kinda tumbles over the edge and decks it onto the tracks. He's looking all disorientated, so i do a quick check each way and there is a train heading towards him, my first thought was to jump down and grab him and i actually remember starting to head over to the edge thinking "Fucking hell this is gonna be pretty tight" before he seemed to get his shit together. He leaned over and got his bag and looked like he was about to get out of the way of the train, then he dropped to his knees and hugged his bag against his chest at the last minute. The train struck him in the back of the head and it flopped forwards, as did his lifeless body under the train straight after. He looked like he was about 15 or 16. Pretty grim, although sadly quite a common occurrence in Japan. I just remember thinking "His poor family" at the time.
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Tried to catch a train to the airport, had to get a taxi instead.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccc298v | I was in Tokyo last year, rushing to catch a train to then catch a flight, and my friend and i had rushed onto the railway platform from the wrong end, right at the end of the platform. I was lagging behind and i noticed this kid drop his bag over the edge of the platform onto the tracks, so i stop, next he kinda tumbles over the edge and decks it onto the tracks. He's looking all disorientated, so i do a quick check each way and there is a train heading towards him, my first thought was to jump down and grab him and i actually remember starting to head over to the edge thinking "Fucking hell this is gonna be pretty tight" before he seemed to get his shit together. He leaned over and got his bag and looked like he was about to get out of the way of the train, then he dropped to his knees and hugged his bag against his chest at the last minute. The train struck him in the back of the head and it flopped forwards, as did his lifeless body under the train straight after. He looked like he was about 15 or 16. Pretty grim, although sadly quite a common occurrence in Japan. I just remember thinking "His poor family" at the time. | Tried to catch a train to the airport, had to get a taxi instead. |
synbeth | Sadly, yes. Thing is, I was too focused on getting home to study for a test to understand what was happening at the time. I'm still not sure how to feel about it.
It was 6am on a weekday and I had a college exam that morning I was wanting to finish cramming for. So here I am, it's dark out, and I'm driving home early from my boyfriend's house to go pick up my textbook for studying. I'm taking this back way home and as I approach a stop-light I see this school bus oddly stopped in the middle of the intersection, lights off. Beside the bus I see a man laying down in the road, his scooter beside him sliced in half.
Me being the stressed college student I am didn't realize what was happening and was too distracted by my upcoming exam. I tried to drive past this bizarre scene and as I was doing so realized what I was seeing. As I pull out my cell phone to call the police I see sirens as the accident scene is surrounded and I'm caught in the middle.
I didn't make it back in time that morning to study, but tragically I did witness the man's death. The scooterist was hit by a school bus that morning when he failed to turn on his scooter lights and the bus made a left turn directly into him. He was thrown off the scooter and was still alive when I arrived on the accident scene. I could hear the police and medics talking to him as he only nodded responses. A few minutes later the medics were giving him CPR and the next thing I know I see them cover his body and cart him away in the ambulance. It was only then that the police allowed me to leave the scene, though by that point I was too shaken up to think of anything else. Thankfully no kids were on the bus.
TL;DR: Man is hit by school bus in the dark. I arrive and the police show up shortly afterwards, surrounding me and trapping me on the scene. I witness the man die in the medics' hands. | Sadly, yes. Thing is, I was too focused on getting home to study for a test to understand what was happening at the time. I'm still not sure how to feel about it.
It was 6am on a weekday and I had a college exam that morning I was wanting to finish cramming for. So here I am, it's dark out, and I'm driving home early from my boyfriend's house to go pick up my textbook for studying. I'm taking this back way home and as I approach a stop-light I see this school bus oddly stopped in the middle of the intersection, lights off. Beside the bus I see a man laying down in the road, his scooter beside him sliced in half.
Me being the stressed college student I am didn't realize what was happening and was too distracted by my upcoming exam. I tried to drive past this bizarre scene and as I was doing so realized what I was seeing. As I pull out my cell phone to call the police I see sirens as the accident scene is surrounded and I'm caught in the middle.
I didn't make it back in time that morning to study, but tragically I did witness the man's death. The scooterist was hit by a school bus that morning when he failed to turn on his scooter lights and the bus made a left turn directly into him. He was thrown off the scooter and was still alive when I arrived on the accident scene. I could hear the police and medics talking to him as he only nodded responses. A few minutes later the medics were giving him CPR and the next thing I know I see them cover his body and cart him away in the ambulance. It was only then that the police allowed me to leave the scene, though by that point I was too shaken up to think of anything else. Thankfully no kids were on the bus.
TL;DR: Man is hit by school bus in the dark. I arrive and the police show up shortly afterwards, surrounding me and trapping me on the scene. I witness the man die in the medics' hands.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccc2h79 | Sadly, yes. Thing is, I was too focused on getting home to study for a test to understand what was happening at the time. I'm still not sure how to feel about it.
It was 6am on a weekday and I had a college exam that morning I was wanting to finish cramming for. So here I am, it's dark out, and I'm driving home early from my boyfriend's house to go pick up my textbook for studying. I'm taking this back way home and as I approach a stop-light I see this school bus oddly stopped in the middle of the intersection, lights off. Beside the bus I see a man laying down in the road, his scooter beside him sliced in half.
Me being the stressed college student I am didn't realize what was happening and was too distracted by my upcoming exam. I tried to drive past this bizarre scene and as I was doing so realized what I was seeing. As I pull out my cell phone to call the police I see sirens as the accident scene is surrounded and I'm caught in the middle.
I didn't make it back in time that morning to study, but tragically I did witness the man's death. The scooterist was hit by a school bus that morning when he failed to turn on his scooter lights and the bus made a left turn directly into him. He was thrown off the scooter and was still alive when I arrived on the accident scene. I could hear the police and medics talking to him as he only nodded responses. A few minutes later the medics were giving him CPR and the next thing I know I see them cover his body and cart him away in the ambulance. It was only then that the police allowed me to leave the scene, though by that point I was too shaken up to think of anything else. Thankfully no kids were on the bus. | Man is hit by school bus in the dark. I arrive and the police show up shortly afterwards, surrounding me and trapping me on the scene. I witness the man die in the medics' hands. |
DonutFridays | So my parents often left me in the care of my grandparents before kindergarten. It was great I'd watch sesame street and Bob no-accidents Ross's Joy of Painting with hawaiian bread snack. My grandpa would often take me out on his tractor because our family owned a small flower farm. My grandma would have me help her pick blueberries and pears. And there was a connection between me and my grandparents very evident to the entire family.
I was watching TV and eating pears when I heard possibly the loudest "pop" in my entire life. Like ears ringing heart racing "pop". I run to find my grandpa... only when I do I see him falling backwards onto his bed and a gun hanging from his hand. A small trail of smoke and a lot of blood on the sheets. My grandma runs in from outside and she is hysterical when she sees him. I'm pretty scared at this point too because think about it the people in charge who are supposed to care for you are now suddenly 1.) dying 2.) crying. I'm not entirely sure what possessed me but I knew I had to call 911 and do it immediately. Its a rather surreal experience standing in a doorway watching someone die. Its a surreal experience being a child and trying to be an adult. It was only after I got home and after my parents stopped crying too that I finally broke down. And yes the experience was traumatizing but not for the reasons most people would think. I understood the concept of death. The permanence of it. What was harder to grasp was the breakdown and unreliability of adults and people. That my parents weren't perfect and that my grandpa despite loving me very much hated living. But I wouldn't change anything not that I could anyways. People die and thats a fact of life. I'd rather come to terms with it young than spend my entire life afraid of facing it.
TL:DR - When I was about 5 years old my grandfather committed suicide in front of me and my grandmother.
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| So my parents often left me in the care of my grandparents before kindergarten. It was great I'd watch sesame street and Bob no-accidents Ross's Joy of Painting with hawaiian bread snack. My grandpa would often take me out on his tractor because our family owned a small flower farm. My grandma would have me help her pick blueberries and pears. And there was a connection between me and my grandparents very evident to the entire family.
I was watching TV and eating pears when I heard possibly the loudest "pop" in my entire life. Like ears ringing heart racing "pop". I run to find my grandpa... only when I do I see him falling backwards onto his bed and a gun hanging from his hand. A small trail of smoke and a lot of blood on the sheets. My grandma runs in from outside and she is hysterical when she sees him. I'm pretty scared at this point too because think about it the people in charge who are supposed to care for you are now suddenly 1.) dying 2.) crying. I'm not entirely sure what possessed me but I knew I had to call 911 and do it immediately. Its a rather surreal experience standing in a doorway watching someone die. Its a surreal experience being a child and trying to be an adult. It was only after I got home and after my parents stopped crying too that I finally broke down. And yes the experience was traumatizing but not for the reasons most people would think. I understood the concept of death. The permanence of it. What was harder to grasp was the breakdown and unreliability of adults and people. That my parents weren't perfect and that my grandpa despite loving me very much hated living. But I wouldn't change anything not that I could anyways. People die and thats a fact of life. I'd rather come to terms with it young than spend my entire life afraid of facing it.
TL:DR - When I was about 5 years old my grandfather committed suicide in front of me and my grandmother.
Throwaway account.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccc2ioh | So my parents often left me in the care of my grandparents before kindergarten. It was great I'd watch sesame street and Bob no-accidents Ross's Joy of Painting with hawaiian bread snack. My grandpa would often take me out on his tractor because our family owned a small flower farm. My grandma would have me help her pick blueberries and pears. And there was a connection between me and my grandparents very evident to the entire family.
I was watching TV and eating pears when I heard possibly the loudest "pop" in my entire life. Like ears ringing heart racing "pop". I run to find my grandpa... only when I do I see him falling backwards onto his bed and a gun hanging from his hand. A small trail of smoke and a lot of blood on the sheets. My grandma runs in from outside and she is hysterical when she sees him. I'm pretty scared at this point too because think about it the people in charge who are supposed to care for you are now suddenly 1.) dying 2.) crying. I'm not entirely sure what possessed me but I knew I had to call 911 and do it immediately. Its a rather surreal experience standing in a doorway watching someone die. Its a surreal experience being a child and trying to be an adult. It was only after I got home and after my parents stopped crying too that I finally broke down. And yes the experience was traumatizing but not for the reasons most people would think. I understood the concept of death. The permanence of it. What was harder to grasp was the breakdown and unreliability of adults and people. That my parents weren't perfect and that my grandpa despite loving me very much hated living. But I wouldn't change anything not that I could anyways. People die and thats a fact of life. I'd rather come to terms with it young than spend my entire life afraid of facing it. | When I was about 5 years old my grandfather committed suicide in front of me and my grandmother.
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LexStrongwell | I'm life guard and on one normal day at the pool my boss calls me an says someone has collapsed in the front of the building. I immediately clear the pull and run there as soon as possible, luckily the pool was right next to a fire station so some volunteer firemen came over to help me access the situation, we had to at first keep tabs on her heart beat and breathing which was cutting in and out. Eventually sheets pronounced dead and using CPR and an AED (the device that shocks the heart) we brought her back. The feeling of watching a women that was 96 years old die and then come back was both incredible and humbling. She only ended up making it for a few more days, but I like to think that me and those couple of firemen that revived her gave her a chance to say goodbye to her family.
TL;DR- 96 year old women dies at pool, me and some firemen bring her back. | I'm life guard and on one normal day at the pool my boss calls me an says someone has collapsed in the front of the building. I immediately clear the pull and run there as soon as possible, luckily the pool was right next to a fire station so some volunteer firemen came over to help me access the situation, we had to at first keep tabs on her heart beat and breathing which was cutting in and out. Eventually sheets pronounced dead and using CPR and an AED (the device that shocks the heart) we brought her back. The feeling of watching a women that was 96 years old die and then come back was both incredible and humbling. She only ended up making it for a few more days, but I like to think that me and those couple of firemen that revived her gave her a chance to say goodbye to her family.
TL;DR- 96 year old women dies at pool, me and some firemen bring her back.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccc32es | I'm life guard and on one normal day at the pool my boss calls me an says someone has collapsed in the front of the building. I immediately clear the pull and run there as soon as possible, luckily the pool was right next to a fire station so some volunteer firemen came over to help me access the situation, we had to at first keep tabs on her heart beat and breathing which was cutting in and out. Eventually sheets pronounced dead and using CPR and an AED (the device that shocks the heart) we brought her back. The feeling of watching a women that was 96 years old die and then come back was both incredible and humbling. She only ended up making it for a few more days, but I like to think that me and those couple of firemen that revived her gave her a chance to say goodbye to her family. | 96 year old women dies at pool, me and some firemen bring her back. |
RickDripps | Had a guy's heartbeat stop while performing CPR. Got him back a few times but he kept slipping in and out of it. When the paramedics got there I thought "Oh good, since they're here he'll be fine." but apparently I had been giving him CPR for almost forty minutes and, by then, it was too late...
**TL;DR**: Fucked up CPR on some dude who we pulled out of a lake in front of his kids. He was very heavyset and his heart couldn't take it... | Had a guy's heartbeat stop while performing CPR. Got him back a few times but he kept slipping in and out of it. When the paramedics got there I thought "Oh good, since they're here he'll be fine." but apparently I had been giving him CPR for almost forty minutes and, by then, it was too late...
TL;DR : Fucked up CPR on some dude who we pulled out of a lake in front of his kids. He was very heavyset and his heart couldn't take it...
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccc378l | Had a guy's heartbeat stop while performing CPR. Got him back a few times but he kept slipping in and out of it. When the paramedics got there I thought "Oh good, since they're here he'll be fine." but apparently I had been giving him CPR for almost forty minutes and, by then, it was too late... | Fucked up CPR on some dude who we pulled out of a lake in front of his kids. He was very heavyset and his heart couldn't take it... |
redcardigan | Two months before my 12th birthday, a family friend picked me up early from school to visit my mom in the hospital. My mom had been diagnosed with esophageal cancer two years prior and was scheduled for an operation to remove her esophagus to move her stomach upwards. Apparently something ruptured (I was young and don't remember the exact details), so she was placed under a heavy dose of morphine to numb the pain as she slipped away. She became very religious towards the end of her life and confessed to a profound fear of dying. I remember being taught by the church that if I believed hard enough, she would be healed. The knowledge that this was not true came to me very abruptly as I witnessed her gasp for her last breaths, eyes closed and a concerned expression on her face. I couldn't handle the emotions at the time and the sensation of being betrayed by god, and screamed out "Mom!" suddenly. Her eyes flew open and a tear rolled down her cheek as she painfully inhaled her last breath. Closing a dead person's eyes isn't as simple as it is in the movies. My dad blamed me for close to a decade for interrupting her peaceful passing and making the experience so much worse for her. I'm still haunted by the fear in her eyes as she died.
tl;dr As a child watched my mom take her last breath after a 2 year battle with cancer. | Two months before my 12th birthday, a family friend picked me up early from school to visit my mom in the hospital. My mom had been diagnosed with esophageal cancer two years prior and was scheduled for an operation to remove her esophagus to move her stomach upwards. Apparently something ruptured (I was young and don't remember the exact details), so she was placed under a heavy dose of morphine to numb the pain as she slipped away. She became very religious towards the end of her life and confessed to a profound fear of dying. I remember being taught by the church that if I believed hard enough, she would be healed. The knowledge that this was not true came to me very abruptly as I witnessed her gasp for her last breaths, eyes closed and a concerned expression on her face. I couldn't handle the emotions at the time and the sensation of being betrayed by god, and screamed out "Mom!" suddenly. Her eyes flew open and a tear rolled down her cheek as she painfully inhaled her last breath. Closing a dead person's eyes isn't as simple as it is in the movies. My dad blamed me for close to a decade for interrupting her peaceful passing and making the experience so much worse for her. I'm still haunted by the fear in her eyes as she died.
tl;dr As a child watched my mom take her last breath after a 2 year battle with cancer.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccc387i | Two months before my 12th birthday, a family friend picked me up early from school to visit my mom in the hospital. My mom had been diagnosed with esophageal cancer two years prior and was scheduled for an operation to remove her esophagus to move her stomach upwards. Apparently something ruptured (I was young and don't remember the exact details), so she was placed under a heavy dose of morphine to numb the pain as she slipped away. She became very religious towards the end of her life and confessed to a profound fear of dying. I remember being taught by the church that if I believed hard enough, she would be healed. The knowledge that this was not true came to me very abruptly as I witnessed her gasp for her last breaths, eyes closed and a concerned expression on her face. I couldn't handle the emotions at the time and the sensation of being betrayed by god, and screamed out "Mom!" suddenly. Her eyes flew open and a tear rolled down her cheek as she painfully inhaled her last breath. Closing a dead person's eyes isn't as simple as it is in the movies. My dad blamed me for close to a decade for interrupting her peaceful passing and making the experience so much worse for her. I'm still haunted by the fear in her eyes as she died. | As a child watched my mom take her last breath after a 2 year battle with cancer. |
conwyt | I basically watched a man drown this past March in a pretty terrible fashion...which sounds kind of bad to say you just watched someone drown without doing anything. I was on a cruise in the Bahamas with my family and we stopped in Nassau/Paradise Island for the day. We went to the public beach down the street from the Atlantis Resort but they had no swimming signs posted because of really strong currents that day. I remember the waves being unlike anything I've ever seen, 6-8 swells breaking *at the shore.* Apparently some female tourist had her purse/bag or something swept up by a wave and carried out, and the story was she paid a local to go in and get it for her. I first caught sight of the situation when I saw a man basically backstroking parallel to shore, which I guess is what to do if you were being taking out by a ripe tide. I looked away for a few moments but there was soon a loud commotion about the man disappearing out in the water. Now everyone on the beach is looking out into the water and there are a lot of people yelling and starting to panic. There were no lifeguards and only employees of the adjacent hotels/restaurants nearby but they weren't doing anything. It seemed longer but I'd guess it was only about 2 minutes had passed when you see the man surface, at this point at the mercy of the waves and tide. 2 male tourists decided to go in after him and they were able to grab him and pull him towards shore. Literally as they were pulling him up to shore another huge swell crashes down right on top of them and they lost their hold on the guy who disappears completely back into the water. It was really bizarre because being the Caribbean the water was so clear you would have expected to be able to see him. This time several minutes pass with no sign, I'd say at least 5 minutes. Eventually you see just a dark submerged mass through the curl of another wave and that's when the 2 guys frantically went after him again and were able to get him to shore. There was a huge mass of people crowding around him as they carried the now limp body up the beach and one of the 2 rescuers, who I think had a military background, started performing CPR for the next 15 minutes straight until the ambulance finally arrived, which itself took a LONG ASS TIME and it's a small island you would think it wouldn't take so long.
When the emergency crew showed up the medics looked to legitimately take their good ole time getting to the poor guy since they had to park at the top of the beach near the road. And the very last thing they brought out were the oxygen tanks and breathing apparatuses. Now I'm not medically trained but I feel like in this situation those may have been of higher importance. That whole time people were screaming at medics to hurry and they basically ignored them. So I heard when they finally got him into the ambulance it wasn't long until they removed all the breathing equipment because the guy was gone. In all in was just really frustrating event to witness and not being able to do much to help. And again, the local employees did nothing but stand under some trees on the beach and bitch about how he shouldn't have gone into the water.
Sorry about the length...this is the first time I had ever witnessed anything like that.
**tl;dr: was on a cruise with my family, watched a man drown after he went swimming at a closed beach to save the bag of a dumb tourist, locals were no help** | I basically watched a man drown this past March in a pretty terrible fashion...which sounds kind of bad to say you just watched someone drown without doing anything. I was on a cruise in the Bahamas with my family and we stopped in Nassau/Paradise Island for the day. We went to the public beach down the street from the Atlantis Resort but they had no swimming signs posted because of really strong currents that day. I remember the waves being unlike anything I've ever seen, 6-8 swells breaking at the shore. Apparently some female tourist had her purse/bag or something swept up by a wave and carried out, and the story was she paid a local to go in and get it for her. I first caught sight of the situation when I saw a man basically backstroking parallel to shore, which I guess is what to do if you were being taking out by a ripe tide. I looked away for a few moments but there was soon a loud commotion about the man disappearing out in the water. Now everyone on the beach is looking out into the water and there are a lot of people yelling and starting to panic. There were no lifeguards and only employees of the adjacent hotels/restaurants nearby but they weren't doing anything. It seemed longer but I'd guess it was only about 2 minutes had passed when you see the man surface, at this point at the mercy of the waves and tide. 2 male tourists decided to go in after him and they were able to grab him and pull him towards shore. Literally as they were pulling him up to shore another huge swell crashes down right on top of them and they lost their hold on the guy who disappears completely back into the water. It was really bizarre because being the Caribbean the water was so clear you would have expected to be able to see him. This time several minutes pass with no sign, I'd say at least 5 minutes. Eventually you see just a dark submerged mass through the curl of another wave and that's when the 2 guys frantically went after him again and were able to get him to shore. There was a huge mass of people crowding around him as they carried the now limp body up the beach and one of the 2 rescuers, who I think had a military background, started performing CPR for the next 15 minutes straight until the ambulance finally arrived, which itself took a LONG ASS TIME and it's a small island you would think it wouldn't take so long.
When the emergency crew showed up the medics looked to legitimately take their good ole time getting to the poor guy since they had to park at the top of the beach near the road. And the very last thing they brought out were the oxygen tanks and breathing apparatuses. Now I'm not medically trained but I feel like in this situation those may have been of higher importance. That whole time people were screaming at medics to hurry and they basically ignored them. So I heard when they finally got him into the ambulance it wasn't long until they removed all the breathing equipment because the guy was gone. In all in was just really frustrating event to witness and not being able to do much to help. And again, the local employees did nothing but stand under some trees on the beach and bitch about how he shouldn't have gone into the water.
Sorry about the length...this is the first time I had ever witnessed anything like that.
tl;dr: was on a cruise with my family, watched a man drown after he went swimming at a closed beach to save the bag of a dumb tourist, locals were no help
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccc3jvh | I basically watched a man drown this past March in a pretty terrible fashion...which sounds kind of bad to say you just watched someone drown without doing anything. I was on a cruise in the Bahamas with my family and we stopped in Nassau/Paradise Island for the day. We went to the public beach down the street from the Atlantis Resort but they had no swimming signs posted because of really strong currents that day. I remember the waves being unlike anything I've ever seen, 6-8 swells breaking at the shore. Apparently some female tourist had her purse/bag or something swept up by a wave and carried out, and the story was she paid a local to go in and get it for her. I first caught sight of the situation when I saw a man basically backstroking parallel to shore, which I guess is what to do if you were being taking out by a ripe tide. I looked away for a few moments but there was soon a loud commotion about the man disappearing out in the water. Now everyone on the beach is looking out into the water and there are a lot of people yelling and starting to panic. There were no lifeguards and only employees of the adjacent hotels/restaurants nearby but they weren't doing anything. It seemed longer but I'd guess it was only about 2 minutes had passed when you see the man surface, at this point at the mercy of the waves and tide. 2 male tourists decided to go in after him and they were able to grab him and pull him towards shore. Literally as they were pulling him up to shore another huge swell crashes down right on top of them and they lost their hold on the guy who disappears completely back into the water. It was really bizarre because being the Caribbean the water was so clear you would have expected to be able to see him. This time several minutes pass with no sign, I'd say at least 5 minutes. Eventually you see just a dark submerged mass through the curl of another wave and that's when the 2 guys frantically went after him again and were able to get him to shore. There was a huge mass of people crowding around him as they carried the now limp body up the beach and one of the 2 rescuers, who I think had a military background, started performing CPR for the next 15 minutes straight until the ambulance finally arrived, which itself took a LONG ASS TIME and it's a small island you would think it wouldn't take so long.
When the emergency crew showed up the medics looked to legitimately take their good ole time getting to the poor guy since they had to park at the top of the beach near the road. And the very last thing they brought out were the oxygen tanks and breathing apparatuses. Now I'm not medically trained but I feel like in this situation those may have been of higher importance. That whole time people were screaming at medics to hurry and they basically ignored them. So I heard when they finally got him into the ambulance it wasn't long until they removed all the breathing equipment because the guy was gone. In all in was just really frustrating event to witness and not being able to do much to help. And again, the local employees did nothing but stand under some trees on the beach and bitch about how he shouldn't have gone into the water.
Sorry about the length...this is the first time I had ever witnessed anything like that. | was on a cruise with my family, watched a man drown after he went swimming at a closed beach to save the bag of a dumb tourist, locals were no help |
ZombieDavid | Posting from an older thread:
Sorry for the wall of text, but it's a very vivid memory.
When I was about 10, I was waiting outside for the school bus and I saw some smoke rising from my neighbors house. They used to have a few small fires a year because of a faulty stove and no money to replace said stove.
So I yell at my parents saying the house was on fire and ran across the street to try to get them out. The front door was locked and as I was running towards their backdoor I glanced in one of the kitchen windows. Smoke had filled most of the top of the room and I was trying to see what was going on inside and there he was, my neighbor, a father to 3 daughters and a loving husband.
He was sitting in a chair in the center of the room. Absolutely no expression. I only got to see about 10 seconds from the time I saw him in the center of the room to the time he raised the shotgun to his mouth. I was frozen, I couldn't say anything, couldn't hit the window to get his attention. I just sat there in complete fear.
Then there was a bang.
I had watched my neighbor blow 1/2 of his head across his kitchen. The next thing I remember is just standing on my front porch in front of the door just staring at the handle. Moments later I got to see them pull him from the house and put him on a stretcher. He didn't die until later that night in the hospital.
At 10 years old I had watched my neighbor kill himself. His wife had left him that morning with their daughters and he lost it.
TL:DR I was 10. Saw my neighbors house on fire. Ran over to help. Watched my neighbor blast a hole in his head and ceiling. | Posting from an older thread:
Sorry for the wall of text, but it's a very vivid memory.
When I was about 10, I was waiting outside for the school bus and I saw some smoke rising from my neighbors house. They used to have a few small fires a year because of a faulty stove and no money to replace said stove.
So I yell at my parents saying the house was on fire and ran across the street to try to get them out. The front door was locked and as I was running towards their backdoor I glanced in one of the kitchen windows. Smoke had filled most of the top of the room and I was trying to see what was going on inside and there he was, my neighbor, a father to 3 daughters and a loving husband.
He was sitting in a chair in the center of the room. Absolutely no expression. I only got to see about 10 seconds from the time I saw him in the center of the room to the time he raised the shotgun to his mouth. I was frozen, I couldn't say anything, couldn't hit the window to get his attention. I just sat there in complete fear.
Then there was a bang.
I had watched my neighbor blow 1/2 of his head across his kitchen. The next thing I remember is just standing on my front porch in front of the door just staring at the handle. Moments later I got to see them pull him from the house and put him on a stretcher. He didn't die until later that night in the hospital.
At 10 years old I had watched my neighbor kill himself. His wife had left him that morning with their daughters and he lost it.
TL:DR I was 10. Saw my neighbors house on fire. Ran over to help. Watched my neighbor blast a hole in his head and ceiling.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccc3n88 | Posting from an older thread:
Sorry for the wall of text, but it's a very vivid memory.
When I was about 10, I was waiting outside for the school bus and I saw some smoke rising from my neighbors house. They used to have a few small fires a year because of a faulty stove and no money to replace said stove.
So I yell at my parents saying the house was on fire and ran across the street to try to get them out. The front door was locked and as I was running towards their backdoor I glanced in one of the kitchen windows. Smoke had filled most of the top of the room and I was trying to see what was going on inside and there he was, my neighbor, a father to 3 daughters and a loving husband.
He was sitting in a chair in the center of the room. Absolutely no expression. I only got to see about 10 seconds from the time I saw him in the center of the room to the time he raised the shotgun to his mouth. I was frozen, I couldn't say anything, couldn't hit the window to get his attention. I just sat there in complete fear.
Then there was a bang.
I had watched my neighbor blow 1/2 of his head across his kitchen. The next thing I remember is just standing on my front porch in front of the door just staring at the handle. Moments later I got to see them pull him from the house and put him on a stretcher. He didn't die until later that night in the hospital.
At 10 years old I had watched my neighbor kill himself. His wife had left him that morning with their daughters and he lost it. | I was 10. Saw my neighbors house on fire. Ran over to help. Watched my neighbor blast a hole in his head and ceiling. |
Highly_Literal | My best friend and I (10 and he was 11 years old) went on a hayride being pulled by two tractors one in front and another caravan in the back we were in the first one. We were horsing around as kids do at that age and he pushed me and i nudged back and that continued there both of us thinking "he won't out do me" I pushed a bit too hard he fell of the back tractor ran over his chest and killed him instantly i still remember his bloodied face and body in a way it killed me too...
TL;DR i killed my childhood best friend | My best friend and I (10 and he was 11 years old) went on a hayride being pulled by two tractors one in front and another caravan in the back we were in the first one. We were horsing around as kids do at that age and he pushed me and i nudged back and that continued there both of us thinking "he won't out do me" I pushed a bit too hard he fell of the back tractor ran over his chest and killed him instantly i still remember his bloodied face and body in a way it killed me too...
TL;DR i killed my childhood best friend
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccc3tte | My best friend and I (10 and he was 11 years old) went on a hayride being pulled by two tractors one in front and another caravan in the back we were in the first one. We were horsing around as kids do at that age and he pushed me and i nudged back and that continued there both of us thinking "he won't out do me" I pushed a bit too hard he fell of the back tractor ran over his chest and killed him instantly i still remember his bloodied face and body in a way it killed me too... | i killed my childhood best friend |
socuteicouldkillit | I'm a caregiver in a senior living center. When I used to work graveyard shift I would stay with the dementia patients that would be on code pink (two weeks to live) and I've never had anyone die in front of me. But I have experienced them going back and forth from here and 'the other side'. You can feel the room grow colder, it's a very calm, eerie feeling when they stop breathing for a few minutes. Their body finally seems to be at peace, it's pretty heart-breaking to see them go, but it's even worse when they start breathing again. I love my residents very much, but every time I see the pain and anguish return to their faces when they start breathing, it's gut wrenching. :( Sometimes its better to just let go, it isn't easy watching people you care and love slowly fall away from you. I empathize deeply with relatives and loved ones of Dementia/Alzheimer's patients.
TLDR; fuck dementia. | I'm a caregiver in a senior living center. When I used to work graveyard shift I would stay with the dementia patients that would be on code pink (two weeks to live) and I've never had anyone die in front of me. But I have experienced them going back and forth from here and 'the other side'. You can feel the room grow colder, it's a very calm, eerie feeling when they stop breathing for a few minutes. Their body finally seems to be at peace, it's pretty heart-breaking to see them go, but it's even worse when they start breathing again. I love my residents very much, but every time I see the pain and anguish return to their faces when they start breathing, it's gut wrenching. :( Sometimes its better to just let go, it isn't easy watching people you care and love slowly fall away from you. I empathize deeply with relatives and loved ones of Dementia/Alzheimer's patients.
TLDR; fuck dementia.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccc68rn | I'm a caregiver in a senior living center. When I used to work graveyard shift I would stay with the dementia patients that would be on code pink (two weeks to live) and I've never had anyone die in front of me. But I have experienced them going back and forth from here and 'the other side'. You can feel the room grow colder, it's a very calm, eerie feeling when they stop breathing for a few minutes. Their body finally seems to be at peace, it's pretty heart-breaking to see them go, but it's even worse when they start breathing again. I love my residents very much, but every time I see the pain and anguish return to their faces when they start breathing, it's gut wrenching. :( Sometimes its better to just let go, it isn't easy watching people you care and love slowly fall away from you. I empathize deeply with relatives and loved ones of Dementia/Alzheimer's patients. | fuck dementia. |
slipperyslovak | Thailand, Bangkok. Standing on crosswalk next to my mom. People pushing for space and as I get pushed my momentum carries and I push the man in front of me who falls right in front of a car which proceeds to run over and crush his skull. My mom grabbed me and said "let's go."
TL; DR: Accidentally pushed a man who got ran over by a car. | Thailand, Bangkok. Standing on crosswalk next to my mom. People pushing for space and as I get pushed my momentum carries and I push the man in front of me who falls right in front of a car which proceeds to run over and crush his skull. My mom grabbed me and said "let's go."
TL; DR: Accidentally pushed a man who got ran over by a car.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | ccc0tui | Thailand, Bangkok. Standing on crosswalk next to my mom. People pushing for space and as I get pushed my momentum carries and I push the man in front of me who falls right in front of a car which proceeds to run over and crush his skull. My mom grabbed me and said "let's go." | Accidentally pushed a man who got ran over by a car. |
Teh_Warlus | The universe is not Turing Decidable, and recognizing it would probably be EXSPACE-Hard. That means that we would need a computer that is far bigger than the universe in order to simulate the universe, which would just be silly, as it would be easier to just create the universe instead of simulating it that way.
TL;DR - God is more feasible than The Matrix from a mathematical perspective. | The universe is not Turing Decidable, and recognizing it would probably be EXSPACE-Hard. That means that we would need a computer that is far bigger than the universe in order to simulate the universe, which would just be silly, as it would be easier to just create the universe instead of simulating it that way.
TL;DR - God is more feasible than The Matrix from a mathematical perspective.
| technology | t5_2qh16 | cccjsy6 | The universe is not Turing Decidable, and recognizing it would probably be EXSPACE-Hard. That means that we would need a computer that is far bigger than the universe in order to simulate the universe, which would just be silly, as it would be easier to just create the universe instead of simulating it that way. | God is more feasible than The Matrix from a mathematical perspective. |
CodeRedJack | My lifestyle change was a process. I remember the moment, nothing magical, I had just come back in from smoking a cigarette and when I put the keyboard and mouse back on my lap to continue my Rift raid I realized that I wasn't living a real life. No real life friends, the only thing I did other than video game was drink heavily and sleep with strangers from the Karaoke bars. Most people I talked to had so much to say about life and the only topic I could ever talk about was video games or drinking.
It is my belief that I have a single shot at this life and I was wasting it away, so I started with meetup.com. I joined and then took over a board gaming group. I met more people this way and discovered that I was too strange and inexperienced with life to hang out with 'normal' people, but not strange enough and too inexperienced with stereotypical introverted things to get really into the boardgame scene.
I felt out of place everywhere, started drinking more, which led to more bad choices and concluded with a night I don't remember, a night that anyone that was involved will not tell me what happen let alone talk to me. So as a test, and at the request of my mom, I gave myself a do not drink for 30 days rule....
Just realized I am rambling
TL;DR - I was 26 realized I only had video games in my life and I was wasting the only life I had. Made small changes that led to bigger ones.
| My lifestyle change was a process. I remember the moment, nothing magical, I had just come back in from smoking a cigarette and when I put the keyboard and mouse back on my lap to continue my Rift raid I realized that I wasn't living a real life. No real life friends, the only thing I did other than video game was drink heavily and sleep with strangers from the Karaoke bars. Most people I talked to had so much to say about life and the only topic I could ever talk about was video games or drinking.
It is my belief that I have a single shot at this life and I was wasting it away, so I started with meetup.com. I joined and then took over a board gaming group. I met more people this way and discovered that I was too strange and inexperienced with life to hang out with 'normal' people, but not strange enough and too inexperienced with stereotypical introverted things to get really into the boardgame scene.
I felt out of place everywhere, started drinking more, which led to more bad choices and concluded with a night I don't remember, a night that anyone that was involved will not tell me what happen let alone talk to me. So as a test, and at the request of my mom, I gave myself a do not drink for 30 days rule....
Just realized I am rambling
TL;DR - I was 26 realized I only had video games in my life and I was wasting the only life I had. Made small changes that led to bigger ones.
| triathlon | t5_2qhyh | cccaq5i | My lifestyle change was a process. I remember the moment, nothing magical, I had just come back in from smoking a cigarette and when I put the keyboard and mouse back on my lap to continue my Rift raid I realized that I wasn't living a real life. No real life friends, the only thing I did other than video game was drink heavily and sleep with strangers from the Karaoke bars. Most people I talked to had so much to say about life and the only topic I could ever talk about was video games or drinking.
It is my belief that I have a single shot at this life and I was wasting it away, so I started with meetup.com. I joined and then took over a board gaming group. I met more people this way and discovered that I was too strange and inexperienced with life to hang out with 'normal' people, but not strange enough and too inexperienced with stereotypical introverted things to get really into the boardgame scene.
I felt out of place everywhere, started drinking more, which led to more bad choices and concluded with a night I don't remember, a night that anyone that was involved will not tell me what happen let alone talk to me. So as a test, and at the request of my mom, I gave myself a do not drink for 30 days rule....
Just realized I am rambling | I was 26 realized I only had video games in my life and I was wasting the only life I had. Made small changes that led to bigger ones. |
TokyoBayRay | By our definition of cannibalism you're right, eating an elf or a wookie would not qualify as cannibalism. However our language has evolved in a world where we are the only sentient species- there (historically) has been very little call for a word that means "eating another sentient intelligent creature". If we lived in a world populated by kobolds, vulcans and bothans maybe it would be different. So, I'd argue, we have to abandon the dictionary and look into why we hold eating another human to be taboo.
It should also be noted that not every human culture believes cannibalism to be taboo. There are lots of well documented incidents of cannibal tribes in Polynesia and South America, where eating humans took on a ritualistic importance. Our taboo against cannibalism is a constructed one, not some inherent quality. If we can construct a taboo against eating other people, could we not construct a prohibition on eating elves and dwarves too?
Whilst there are obvious medical reasons to avoid the practice, cannibalism has been taboo in most cultures for thousands of years before these discoveries. The aversion to cannibalism is rooted in a taboo against killing others, a sanctity we hold the body in, and something I will call a "yuck factor" (i.e. Revulsion at the prospect of eating a dead person rather than giving them the ritual burial we ourselves expect). It's the yuck factor that I think would stop us eating other sentients. We'd be repulsed by the idea of eating something we could talk to, that had culture, and wasn't too far removed from how we see ourselves.
Ok, so what does this mean in a fantasy or SF setting? In settings where two or more cultures coexisted, we could logically expect taboos against eating other sentient intelligent species- I doubt Legolas would have been ok with eating Gimli - as it would be necessary for their mutual coexistence and the quality of interspecies relations. It'd also be possible to have intelligent sentient species that did eat other ones - predatory aliens eating squishy humans, or goblins snatching away and eating children are common enough tropes - but you would not expect these creatures to integrate into the others' societies. They would be antagonists, living within their own societies. Humans would likely hold a taboo against eating them as a logical extension of our existing taboos against cannibalism and against eating carnivorous species.
TL;DR cannibalism is a constructed concept that would likely be constructed differently in a world populated by multiple sentient species. | By our definition of cannibalism you're right, eating an elf or a wookie would not qualify as cannibalism. However our language has evolved in a world where we are the only sentient species- there (historically) has been very little call for a word that means "eating another sentient intelligent creature". If we lived in a world populated by kobolds, vulcans and bothans maybe it would be different. So, I'd argue, we have to abandon the dictionary and look into why we hold eating another human to be taboo.
It should also be noted that not every human culture believes cannibalism to be taboo. There are lots of well documented incidents of cannibal tribes in Polynesia and South America, where eating humans took on a ritualistic importance. Our taboo against cannibalism is a constructed one, not some inherent quality. If we can construct a taboo against eating other people, could we not construct a prohibition on eating elves and dwarves too?
Whilst there are obvious medical reasons to avoid the practice, cannibalism has been taboo in most cultures for thousands of years before these discoveries. The aversion to cannibalism is rooted in a taboo against killing others, a sanctity we hold the body in, and something I will call a "yuck factor" (i.e. Revulsion at the prospect of eating a dead person rather than giving them the ritual burial we ourselves expect). It's the yuck factor that I think would stop us eating other sentients. We'd be repulsed by the idea of eating something we could talk to, that had culture, and wasn't too far removed from how we see ourselves.
Ok, so what does this mean in a fantasy or SF setting? In settings where two or more cultures coexisted, we could logically expect taboos against eating other sentient intelligent species- I doubt Legolas would have been ok with eating Gimli - as it would be necessary for their mutual coexistence and the quality of interspecies relations. It'd also be possible to have intelligent sentient species that did eat other ones - predatory aliens eating squishy humans, or goblins snatching away and eating children are common enough tropes - but you would not expect these creatures to integrate into the others' societies. They would be antagonists, living within their own societies. Humans would likely hold a taboo against eating them as a logical extension of our existing taboos against cannibalism and against eating carnivorous species.
TL;DR cannibalism is a constructed concept that would likely be constructed differently in a world populated by multiple sentient species.
| changemyview | t5_2w2s8 | cccga5u | By our definition of cannibalism you're right, eating an elf or a wookie would not qualify as cannibalism. However our language has evolved in a world where we are the only sentient species- there (historically) has been very little call for a word that means "eating another sentient intelligent creature". If we lived in a world populated by kobolds, vulcans and bothans maybe it would be different. So, I'd argue, we have to abandon the dictionary and look into why we hold eating another human to be taboo.
It should also be noted that not every human culture believes cannibalism to be taboo. There are lots of well documented incidents of cannibal tribes in Polynesia and South America, where eating humans took on a ritualistic importance. Our taboo against cannibalism is a constructed one, not some inherent quality. If we can construct a taboo against eating other people, could we not construct a prohibition on eating elves and dwarves too?
Whilst there are obvious medical reasons to avoid the practice, cannibalism has been taboo in most cultures for thousands of years before these discoveries. The aversion to cannibalism is rooted in a taboo against killing others, a sanctity we hold the body in, and something I will call a "yuck factor" (i.e. Revulsion at the prospect of eating a dead person rather than giving them the ritual burial we ourselves expect). It's the yuck factor that I think would stop us eating other sentients. We'd be repulsed by the idea of eating something we could talk to, that had culture, and wasn't too far removed from how we see ourselves.
Ok, so what does this mean in a fantasy or SF setting? In settings where two or more cultures coexisted, we could logically expect taboos against eating other sentient intelligent species- I doubt Legolas would have been ok with eating Gimli - as it would be necessary for their mutual coexistence and the quality of interspecies relations. It'd also be possible to have intelligent sentient species that did eat other ones - predatory aliens eating squishy humans, or goblins snatching away and eating children are common enough tropes - but you would not expect these creatures to integrate into the others' societies. They would be antagonists, living within their own societies. Humans would likely hold a taboo against eating them as a logical extension of our existing taboos against cannibalism and against eating carnivorous species. | cannibalism is a constructed concept that would likely be constructed differently in a world populated by multiple sentient species. |
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