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They told me I've been doing a good job at work which is awesome considering I get high every night. Im just trying my best not to fuck anything up or get injured because thats how they get you. Id love to stop smoking weed but I continue smoking because being high helps me deal with my family.
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It’s not right for good employees to be punished for smoking weed on their own time outside of work if they’re able to function. Kinda jacked how you’re off the clock but these companies continue to try to control your life
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I decided to try a cool ramen place in downtown Spokane for lunch. Ordered a bunch of food with the intent of trying a few things out and then taking the leftovers to my hotel room for dinner.
Waiter was super cold and I felt a little judged when I ordered - yes, it’s enough for 2 meals, I get it. Food comes out, I’m missing two appetizers, and he just…never comes back? There’s a two top next to me, getting checked on frequently, and even they notice that I’ve been abandoned cuz every time their waitress comes back, they glance over at me, all alone lol. Also, the ramen wasn’t even good, and I didn’t want to finish it. I probably sat there for at least 30 minutes after receiving my food, with no service, before I just got up and left. Always felt a little guilty and I still wonder what he thought when he finally realized I was gone. Oh well?
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As a former server of ten years...
If I am cold and judgmental, forget some of your food and then completely ignore you for the duration of your meal, please do walk out without paying because I am not doing my job at all.
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When I was in my 7th grade math class I found out this trick on the calculators where you can change the “K” value and it would plug that in to any equation. I changed the K value on it to “•0 + 69” which basically made almost any equation equal to 69. I showed my friend this because I thought it was funny and every time we grabbed a calculator for class we would do this before we put it back so some kid’s calculator would only give the answer 69. A few days later my friend and I ended up changing all of the calculators in our class to do that when the teacher was gone. Fast forward a week or two and the teacher had a talk with all the students about it and said if she found out who did it they would get suspended. She said she had a lot of people trying to find out who it was but nobody could. A few people suspected my friend but nobody had proof. We were never caught.
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Fucking with the school was one of the best parts of school. We used to use extra lockers to store less favourable things. My friend could pick locks so it worked pretty good.
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I work at a dispensary, as a kind of jack of all trades, as in bud-tending, security work on some days, in addition to this I’m also solely responsible for upkeep of the surrounding landscape.
Today I hired a friend of mine (who’s having a rather tough go of things right now) to cut the grass and weed eat around our place. I figured it would help give him some buds and money for food.
Though I have the freedom to execute my duties as I see fit, I can’t help but feel as though my bosses whom I also quite close with, will feel betrayed, or that I’m undermining their authority by not getting them to sign off on what is essentially a tertiary hire.
Edit: I’m paying with with my money of course.
Update: I’m On my way to inform my bosses, of today’s affairs.
Update: I’ve told my bosses and I was actually commended.
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Be careful
Edit: your bosses rule!🔥
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Yes, I did the highest crime any man could do, I stole my friends bionicle pieces. It was a late Saturday afternoon in the neighborhood, we just got done playing a round a Halo Reach, and I was about to go home. He was in the bathroom, I was there, sitting in his room. When suddenly I saw it, there sitting in one of his open dresser drawers was a mint condition 2005 TOA Hordika Nuju, completely exposed. I have never felt more sinful in my life since, or before that. In one fell swoop I preyed the white and blue blades from its hand sockets and plunged them into the depths of my cargo shorts pockets. Five minutes later I was walking on my way home when I realized how sick and foul of an act I have just committed. I am now a 20 year old man, and have never told a soul what heinous acts I committed on that day. All I can do is act better and learn from my failure of a past. It to this day still haunts me. Sam, if you’re reading this, I’m truly sorry, I hope you can forgive me.
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Mate I don't think that a simple apology is gonna cut it for such an horrendous act
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It was a really bad time in my life, before I managed to get on disability. I had no income and no one who believed I was really ill and needed help. Or if they did believe me, they didn't want to help and labeled it a "me" problem. Expected me to fix it and get on with living, like all I needed was a fucking antibiotic.
Mental illness sucks. There is nothing glamorous or good about being stigmatized and marginalized into a byline.
Was living in a 1 bedroom apartment with my ex and his current (both of our names were on the lease and he moved her in without asking; he wouldn't let me off the lease even after I moved I am still on it) when I had to take him to the hospital for feeling sick. Found out during that time that him and his girlfriend were doing heroin and she'd hit him with a dirty needle. I already knew she was struggling with addiction, but didn't know that he was using actively with her.
At the time he'd broken up with me because he couldn't cope with my mental illness issues; as soon as I was involuntarily hospitalized the 2nd time he moved on. I came out of the hospital to having lost my job. Losing him on top of that was soul crushing. Everything became about money. He made twice as much as I did, we split the bills 50/50. Having no income stream meant I couldn't contribute anymore. Instead of working through it with me he decided to tell me I had to leave (he would be patient while I tried to find a place but I had to leave was the bottom line).
Two months after he was hospitalized with Endocarditis and I dealt with her prostituting herself out of our house that climaxed (terrible pun intended) in her being beaten by a "client" who then stole money from her and destroyed the house and her getting more and more aggravated with me being in the apartment we shared, I broke down. Through a family friend I managed to get a restraining order against her to keep her out of the house. I put the house back together as best as I could, then realized that she hadn't payed the rent or any of the bills. Instead she had drained his bank account in addition to the prostitution to support her habit and lifestyle.
Realizing he wouldn't have a place to come home to and also realizing (she had stolen my foodstamps, the only bit of contribution I could make while trying to find gainful employment etc) I had nothing to eat, I took some of his things and pawned them or sold them outright. When he came home and noticed it was gone, I told him that she had been the one who stole his stuff. I went so far as to have the family friend mentioned above remove his television, gaming systems, and computer in case she came back-- figuring everything else that had disappeared was pretty replaceable in time. I told him in the hopes that it would convince him to leave her.
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Despite saving the fucking apartment and getting the lights turned back on, I wish I'd never done that. He deserved better.
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Edit: upon rereading, I feel like it came out that the family friend helped me steal the things, I want to clarify. Feeling remorse over what I'd already done, I asked them to take the things so they would be safe until he got out of hospice care and I wouldn't be further tempted to act out that way.
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Damn. Idk what to say other than I hope all 3 of you are in much more stable situations.
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It was about 4 years ago, during my classmate's eighteen birthday party. As a invited guest obviusly I brought gift, but in the middle of the party (ofc I was drunk but I knew what I was doing) I sneaked to a place where all gifts were stored. I knew that is bad but anyway I have stolen 35$ from envelope which was one of my friends presents.
Next morning she asked if anyone have taken it. I did not confess.
I regred, but I know it does not matter
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At my 18th, I had a relatively expensive eyeshadow palette + $100 from a card go missing from my room (where I kept all the presents). It's been years and I'm still salty. Think you can trust your friends? Nah fam. Never had a birthday party after that.
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whenever i go shopping for groceries i use the self checkout and don’t pay for everything. i pay for most of it but not all. i never thought much of it because walmart is a huge corporation that earns millions if not more a day.. i would never steal from small businesses or even from publix or target idk walmart is different. but now i’m scared and i’m never going to do it again because i saw a video of a walmart employee saying they have a wall in the back of people who steal and when the amount $ reaches felony charges they stop you and charge you. basically never stealing again and never going back to that walmart.
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I have known people to work there and yes, they keep profiles on people who consistently steal. Waiting till you hit the $$$ amount that is worth charging you for.
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I used to skip school all the time and after so many Saturday detentions they desided to give me in school suspention instead. Thats where you sit in one room the whole school day and pretty much do nothing.
I was craving a cigarette and was allowed a bathroom break. Smoked a cigarette and came back to the room. Another girl went after me and after that someone noticed the cigarette smell. She got blamed for it and got searched and they found a lighter in her purse. The girl didn't even smoke. She got suspended. They never thought to search or accuse me too. I guess being quiet pays off. She was a sweet girl though and yes I felt guilty. Still glad I didn't get caught
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Damn how was the suspention? The suspents is killing me.
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now, let me preface this by saying i was clearly in no way a normal child. most kids would simply go to their parents room, say “mommy i’m sick”, and proceed to get a day off school. i did no such thing. i nearly never got sick i’m not sure if it was just my immune system or a lack of being exposed to shit but i think i got sick 2 times from grades 1-9 (by sick i mean sick enough to puke). i was always jealous of the kids that were able to get out of school because they were sick since i never got to miss school, so when i wanted to get out of having to go i would sneak into the kitchen at 3 in the morning, take some leftovers and shove them into a tupperware container with some hot water. i would then take the leftover mush and dump it into the toilet at a reasonably puke-sounding rate and fake gag. this would normally wake up my mom as her room was right next to the bathroom. i’d then shove the tupperware container in the cupboard under the sink and wait for her to come in. mind you i only did this 4 ish times over the course of several years but it worked every time. totally don’t know if my mom caught on or knew but i feel like there’s no way she couldn’t have known. just thought i’d share and see if anybody else was as weird as me growing up lol.
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i faked food poisoning once and it escalated so far i ended up getting fluids at the ER. royally effed myself with that one
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When I was 8 my grandma took my cousins sisters and everyone out to Wendy’s for lunch, I ordered my burger with no tomatoes because I don’t and didn’t like tomatoes and then I went to get ketchup for my fries and my grandma said “you know ketchup has tomatoes in it correct?” From that day forward I have everyone convinced I don’t like ketchup and I even had myself convinced up until the other day when the memory played through my head again and I realized I was just gaslighting everyone. Kinda funny, kinda not. I feel bad to an extend because everyone who knows me thinks I don’t like ketchup but the reality of it is I did and probably still do. I haven’t eaten ketchup since that day and for the sake of 8 year old me I will continue to refuse to eat ketchup because I gotta admire the dedication.
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The truth will prevail. It will ketchup to you one way or another.
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I worked at Walmart for 5 years as a cashier and hated working there. I would “forget to scan” an item from every customer. I never did it for self-gain, but to hurt the company. I did this for 4 years and was never caught. I would always “forget to scan” a $1-3 item which would generally go unnoticed by the customer. In the case that a customer noticed I played the “whoops” card and charged them.
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I used to do this all the time when I worked at a supermarket. Especially when old people didn’t have enough for their food. Whenever they would buy a lot of fruits and vegetables, I would weight it as if it was a really cheap fruit.
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This happened in 2003. My brother and I have never told a single soul. There was an article in the local newspaper about a ~~guy~~ asshole who had killed his dog with a spading fork and this asshole happened to live one house over from where my Brother stayed at the time. We knew this because the night of the incident the cops were called on this guy by a neighbor who went to investigate the noise and caught him red handed, this neighbor in turn told my brother. He still had a puppy that the SPCA for some reason never removed from his care.
Bro and I love dogs and are both pretty pissed and want to kick his ass. So about three days after the article we are having drinks one Friday night getting ready to go out and the issue comes up. My brother gets this sly look on his face and tells me we need to ~~steal~~ save the dog as we could hear it whimpering and yelping from time to time and we didn't want it going the same way as it's Mom.
We ditched going out and decided to stay in and wait. At around 2 the next morning we put our plan into action. We jumped the wall of the property next door with some meat and made our way to the dog killers house were I jumped the next wall again to get into his property and lured the puppy to me with the meat. It was obviously scared and barked at me but I eventually managed to grab it and get out.
The poor animal was terribly neglected and infested with parasites. The next morning when my brothers GF walked into his place the pup was clean, fed and sleeping on the sofa. We told her we found him in the road the night before coming home from the club. She of course helped to find it a good home. [No Regrets]
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Good on you. Not legal by any means but definitely moral
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On a throwaway for reasons...
I worked for a "old fashioned" restaurant 5+ years ago for a few years, in a position that I guess could be considered kind of unique by todays standards. I don't want to give many key details for how everything was done for that reason.
I'd record all the tables, check amounts, etc etc throughout the day. It was all done by hand and very unnecessarily complicated because there was this cool technology available, we didn't seem to have, called a computer. While still doing other normal restaurant duties.... at the end of the night I had to balance all of the cash/paperwork for the restaurant and make sure everything matched everything. Pay out everyone etc. If there was an issue or if something didn't match we were supposed to go through all of the paperwork, type thousands of different amounts in to calculators, crosscheck our information, find where the error occurred and correct it. I was basically an underpaid "everyone's bitch"/restaurant accountant. But I actually truly did enjoy my job and my coworkers.
Well one night I was extremely exhausted and the cash balance in the register ended up being like $20 less than it should've been after paying out the bussers. I just wanted to fucking go home so I took $20 from my tips that night and put it into the register so everything matched. Idk if I calculated their tips wrong or what. Well after that night, since it saved me so much time I just took from my tips and put my money in the register anytime it was under. Usually it was just a couple dollars and seriously not worth it to me to spend 3 hours trying to fix... at 12am.
However one night many weeks later it ended up being over... by like $40 and I pocketed it, in my head I figured I had probably taken that much from my own tips to put into the register over the past however long it was. I felt sooooooooooooooooooooooooo guilty but I still did it anyway. I got to go home early. I was so exhausted at the end of the night it felt worth it to me to do at the time.
I did this for YEARS. I kinda got slightly lazy towards the end cause I knew this "hack" and the register/paperwork didn't need to be exactly 100% right, I could forge it +/- a few $'s, no one would know at all. I don't know if I ended up giving more to the restaurant or taking more, I wouldn't even be able to guess how much on either side... I thought about my deed as little as possible. I never stole money to intentionally steal money, but I did I guess steal, to pay myself back, whether or not I ended up earning money. I just put it in when it needed to and took it out when I needed to so it would match. It doesn't justify it and I feel like a criminal and wanted to confess. The way the paperwork was done there's no way they could find out, all numbers went through me, all trust was put in my hands and they would have never expected me to have done this. Ever.
I told one of my coworkers this hack, who actually was a really good guy with good intentions, who had the same position as me at some point. I casually forgot to mention I actually took the over balance home with me because even though I was paying back what I had put in, I was so ashamed to have stolen, it's truly not the kind of person I view myself to be. "I only put money in". He thought my whole plan was absolutely brilliant and because I wasn't taking money it technically wasn't morally wrong. If anything we gave them a few $$'s! He took it upon himself to, when the register was over, he would hide the extra few $$'s disguised as the tips of a busser with a fake name (smart I know) and if the drawer was ever under he would take from his "go home quick funds". He got caught. My supervisor found the fake busser's money. I was asked about this fake person, who possibly could be owed like $40 cash. I said I didn't know. He confessed when he was questioned and was fired. He didn't say a word about me. I have told this to no one else at all until today.
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edit- you guys are thinking too good of me to be honest and the extent I went to forge restaurant records and documents, that are used for... example... for tax purposes, and whatever else.... profits are wrong the whole restaurant is off, who knows what else really. If I put/took money from the register to balance everything, I still had to forge and change other various information to cover my tracks, I was really smart about it so they wouldn't find out lol. Like I said... I didn't want to reveal too many details about how my job actually functioned and how I'd be able to not get caught.... while the stealing wasn't really stealing I guess... there's still the forging on all records from those days.
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I've done something like this before except I didn't feel any guilt. Idk.
Plus that other guy is a real G for not snitching.
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I like people. I like cats. I like making people feel good about themselves, and when it involves cats, all the better.
Whenever I have a friend over, I dump a cat in their lap. When she eventually curls up and starts purring, I tell them "oh, she's never done that before on someone new!" or "you must be really good with animals, she never does that to me!"
I like seeing the smile on the person's face.
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God damn, that is a great idea! This is brilliant and sweet, and I'm stealing it.
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When I was in high school, I drank alcohol at school to be able to talk to girls. I did it specifically to be able to talk to my crush. I would mix the alcohol with soda and put it in a water bottle. I would then hide it in my bag and bring it to school. After that, I would drink it in the toilet and get drunk. Once I was drunk, I would walk around school and talk to people. I would always drink at the end of a lecture so that I would be drunk during recess. I’m autistic so my social skills suck. I abused it for a while but luckily I stopped before it got too bad.
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Relatable social anxiety is a bitch
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Its just that saying this makes me feel superior, and in power, so, whoever is about to downvote this, suck maah dick
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My husband hid the engagement ring under our bed when he proposed. He was rustling around trying to grab it, and was on his knees by the bed. I looked at him and said, “What are you doing down there? Are you gonna suck my dick?” Without missing a beat, he responded, “Sure, but can I ask you a question first?” He’s my favorite person.
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Back when I was in college I worked full time at McDonald's (around 7 or 8 years ago now). My state doesn't have its own minimum wage, so I was making $7.25 an hour and was having trouble meeting my half of the rent and bills and stuff. When I worked at my hometown's McDonald's I was making a little over $8 an hour, but since there was no way to "transfer" my job to the city where I moved they started me back at the minimum, which sucked but I guess at least I was working.
Anyway, so I was their go-to guy to run the drive thru window and I usually worked 8 or 9 hour shifts where I would stay in that one spot all day except for my 30 minute break. It didn't bother me to not switch positions with anyone else because at the drive thru window I would make around 15 to 20 bucks extra per day I worked. We had one of those automated coin changer machines connected to the register so when I input what the customer paid I would only have to count the bills and the coin changer would put the coins in a small cup next to the register. When I gave people their change I would skim a quarter off of every cash payment that had a decent amount of coins. If it was just a couple coins I wouldn't bother. Near the end of my shift I would put the change in the register (if possible) and get the bills out. If it was too much I'd save that in my coffee can piggy bank until it was enough to roll and deposit into my bank account.
I did this for around a year and a half and only had 1 customer in that entire time actually notice that he was a quarter shy... I mean most people don't check their coin change and just put it in their pocket or in the Ronald McDonald House donation thing. I never got caught and managed to stay on track with my bills until I found a better paying job, but there could have been more.. ethical.. ways of getting more money. At the time I couldn't care less, but stealing is wrong no matter how small and even though it was spread between hundreds, or thousands(?) of customers over that span of time, I managed to skim a pretty large amount of money over that time.
TL;DR I skimmed a quarter of nearly every cash-paying customer at McDonald's drive thru over the span of about a year and a half to help me pay my part of the bills in college.
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Buddy of mine in high school would find out the managers pin code then when people ordered food he would tell them the total and if they paid in cash he would do the transaction as normal then go back in and apply every possible discount with the manager pin then pocket the difference
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Literally every decision is made drunk. I review budgets, fire/hire employees, review contracts for customers and subs, send emails, attend meetings, etc.
All while blackout or at least buzzed.
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Who let Boeing’s CEO on Reddit?
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I worked at a music store that had a Ticketmaster. I was broke. Not in dire straits or anything. I asked a girl out on a date and didn't have enough money to pull for dinner type of broke. I had a place to live and could afford the essentials.
Anyway, we had a big sale that day and our cash register computers went offline (Ticketmaster terminal did not). We were able to print out tickets still with the help of their tech support.
So I began writing out ticket prices and increased the price of each ticket by $10 each. I wrote the numbers down so I could easily reference them, not so good at mental math.
I figured I'd get a few hundred dollars. By the time the sale was done I had taken in nearly $5k USD. No one questioned me, not customers not my co-workers.
When the computers came back online I manually entered the ticket sales with the real prices. No consequences from this stunt. I never did anything like that again.
After my shift, I took myself and a friend I had a crush on out to sushi, and proceeded to overpay a number of bills I owed, and paid a few people back money I owed to them.
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Didn't think this post would pick up so much attention. Many thanks. And thanks to the kind strangers for the silver.
Thanks, all (even the haters).
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An absolute shitty act, but hey I’ve done shitty things before too. What blows my mind is how many people are justifying or complimenting this.
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When I'm talking to someone at their desk or in their office, if I like the pen they're using, I find a way to subtly steal it. Either by making them sign a document, or writing something myself and casually walking out with it. I keep them on my desk, as trophies. Whenever I use one, I think of the person I stole it from.
I'm just waiting and hoping that someone will call me out on it so I can casually reply with "Omg lol So sorry, didn't even realize!"
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I always call someone out on stealing my pen. I remember who used it last lol.
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After my mom died in 2005, I was desperately looking for a distraction, which I found in an oldschool mmo.
When creating a character, I figured I might aswell make it a chick since I have to look at it all day. People being very social and nice was very unexpected. A few weeks later fake facebook and instagram accounts followed.
I played that game for close to 7 years and made a dozen "friends" who I still have contact with to this day, who don't know I'm a guy and for some reason today I finally feel like it's been a shitty thing to do, but I just can't let them know.
edit: Probably should've mentioned MSN, Myspace and ICQ, since a small battalion felt the urge to mention Instagram didn't exist till 2010.
Also, Ragnarok online was the game. A buddy dragged me into it and quit after 2 weeks.
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The dark side of club penguin
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[No Regrets] So after taxes my winnings came to just shy of 4 million. I paid off all my debts, hired an accountant, fixed some things on my truck, and put most of it in savings.
I kept my job, didn't move, and kept my fucking mouth shut.
My brother is a meth head, my sister is a spiteful whore, and my mom still blames everything on my dad who died ten years ago so I didn't want them scrambling to pretend to give a shit about me for cash.
I've been dating a girl for about 3 years now and recently asked her to marry me, she said yes. I bought a modest ring, just over what people would expect given my known employment.
This weekend I'm going to lay everything out for her and I can truly know she's in it for me and not the money. It's going to liberating to be able to buy what I want and take care of my friends, totally worth the wait
[UPDATE](https://www.reddit.com/r/confession/comments/41ji5v/no_regrets_update_i_won_the_lottery_5_years_ago/)
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You should get the prenup before you have that conversation bro.
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Tl;dr I served $100 margaritas due to my own stupidity and only charged $15 so my GM wouldn’t find out
I just started a new bartending job in a heavily populated city. I’m a good bartender but lack the experience that’s usually necessary to get jobs downtown, but I had some connections. Regardless, the circumstances have made me feel the need to work my ass off to fill the knowledge/skill gap, not ask stupid questions, and fake it till I make it.
It’s typically a high volume bar, but with COVID, it has been slower and hurting for money. I had my first solo shift post training a few days ago, and I was the only person with bar experience, asides from the GM, working. It’s a massive venue, and I might not see a manager all shift unless I need someone in which case I call them over on the walkie. During training, I was told that I’d be bartending alone a lot and was expected to trust my judgement and problem solve, only turning to management when absolutely necessary.
It was busier than expected, I was flustered with no back up, and had a group come in for some drinks. They ordered margaritas and wanted Casamigos.
We’re in the process of liquidating to make room for better products and only had two bottles of Blanco above well, no Casamigos. One bottle barely had enough for one margarita. The other was practically full and had a name similar to Casamigos so I figured it’d be similar in price and quality, this was a massively dumb mistake. I told the group the name of tequila, said it was similar to what they wanted, though I didn’t know and was just trying to get their drinks made so I could tend to the long line forming. They said to use that bottle.
I was slammed and made about 10 margs for the group before getting a chance to ring them in, so 20 oz of tequila. I can’t find a button in the system for the tequila and am about to call the GM on walkie when I decide just to google the bottle price, compare it to Casamigos and decide a fair serving price accordingly.
If you buy a bottle of Casamigos at store, it’s about 50$. We charge $15 for a Casamigos margarita, roughly 1/3 of store price for a 2oz pour, some triple sec, and lime juice. (Just make your margs at home kids)
The bottle I served, if you buy in store, is $300. So a margarita based on our upcharge on Casamigos and our other tequila... $100. This tequila was shit high ballers would get to sip on the rocks and impress their dates. Not the kind of tequila you mix in a drink.
Their tab for 10 margaritas in their hour long visit would’ve roughly been $1,000, and they were expecting a $150 tab. I knew if I dropped a check with a 1k total, even though they’d agreed to the bottle, they’d get the GM over who would most definitely change their tab to reflect Casamigos prices because that’s what I implied pricing would be like. Then I’d face disciplinary action, possibly get fired, and definitely have a significant portion of my pay cut.
So I figured I’d just skip all that messiness, give them a $150 tab and pray no one ever finds out. I know the last bar manager didn’t do inventory and don’t think the new bar manager has had the chance to yet, so I don’t think I’ll be caught.
Part of me feels awful and wants to confess, but another part of me knows our up charges are ridiculous, and the bottle definitely cost a lot less than $300 from their distributor. But the bottle is significantly lower, and now knowing how expensive it is, I’m guessing other bartenders keep an eye on it. I know I would.
At least my guests unknowingly had top shelf tequila at a crazy low price, no margarita will probably ever taste as good again.
Edit: I didn’t expect this post to get much attention and was shocked when I opened up reddit today! I’m enjoying reading through comments now. Although I mention triple sec in my post, I felt like I should mention I made these margs without mixers, skinny-style, and without salt on the rim, cant cause of COVID, so difference in tequila taste could’ve been more noticeable. But honestly, I think a lot of opinions surrounding spirits’ taste and preference are subjective. Thanks for the awards, wishing you all top shelf spirits and the best mixed drinks money can buy.
Edit 2: I see how I may have painted management in a bad light and want to clear that up. So far, this has been the best management team I’ve ever worked for. They grant me independence to problem solve and trust us to make decisions on the fly, something I greatly enjoy. I know I can turn to them when problems arise, but when our venue is insanely busy, only the GM is on the floor, and we had 3 people call out so I know the GM is on the other side of the building bussing tables and trying to fill take out orders, I don’t want to call him over unless it’s dire.
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Shit happens. We just gotta do the best we can, and use every experience to learn from.
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Disgusting useless pests. That is all.
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At least you have the courage to look at cockroaches getting mauled. I freak out when I see them on a page of a science magazine.
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So as the post says. Two students started to fight outside of my class. Thankfully they didn't hurt each other too much. I had to leave my class so I could break them up. I don't like that students fight but my class is so boring. I'm teaching a subject That I don't know much about but because we are low on teachers i have to do it. I just felt how boring it was for me and the students so we all got a break when the students fought. Again I don't want my students to fight but I really needed that break.
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Lol...Sometimes when I see the types of things people feel guilty over, I wonder if I'm a complete psychopath.
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I see it as a test. If they are chill about it and don't spam me, I reply the next day in the lines of "sorry for the late reply, I don't log too often"
If they start calling me a bitch for not responding or spamming me with messages, I unmatch. I feel like this is a pretty good way to filter out the rude/desperate/annoying guys.
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RemindMe! One day
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**Feb 7th UPDATE** http://www.reddit.com/r/confession/comments/2v4au3/updatemy_teeth_hurt_so_bad_that_i_feel_like_death/
[Remorse]: Not all days, but most my teeth hurt and I have no way to stop the pain. I live in the USA and cannot afford insurance to get it fixed. If I had the money to get them all pulled and replaced I would, but the dental place told me it would cost over $7,000.
My life has been going well for the most part lately and I feel horrible for even thinking of wanting to die to escape the pain. I have 2 kids that need me and a family that loves me, but love doesn't buy new teeth.
I did it to myself back in highschool by throwing up after each meal. I don't smile often and when I actually do I have to cover my mouth because I don't want others to be grossed out by my teeth. Most of the time I just grin to the right side. My kids don't like me going to their school, meeting their friends and teachers because they are embarrassed of my mouth. I try not to show it, but that hurts more than the physical pain I endure from the infection that is spreading.
Anyways, thanks for taking time to read this and I hope that you (the reader) live in a country that would help with dental problems.
EDIT: After all the kind words and great advice people have given me, plus the top commenter with their generous offer. I want to say I never expected such great responses, didn't actually think people would respond at all. He is my x-ray I got a few months ago, of my teeth, for free. [It is pretty disgusting](http://i.imgur.com/D9OB5Yt.jpg\))
Here is a regular pic of my teeth as of tonight. [It's nasty so look at your own risk](http://i.imgur.com/eHwhWEB.jpg\))
Edit 2: Wow, I got gold for this? That's crazy. I have had a couple of offers and am very grateful for each and everyone of them. I am just as grateful for the kind words and advice people have given me. I am longing for the day that I can share before and after pics.
Edit 3: I set up a fundraiser, even though I still feel weird about it. It would help /u/SushiAndWoW out since the offered to pay for it. [FundRaiser Link](http://www.giveforward.com/fundraiser/xd57/dakota-s-mouth-restoration-)
Edit 4: I have received an offer from a specialist in FL and am in talks with him to fix my problem. All money will be going towards the trip, but if I have any extra I will be giving it to others that have similar problems.
Edit 5: Here is a picture of the [Consultation Worksheet](http://i.imgur.com/gB91a4W.jpg) I got back during the free exam. Also, I read each and every message and I try to respond to them all. If I don't respond to you I am sorry.
UPDATE 1/10/2015: The operation is planned for the first week of February. I want to thank /u/SushiandWow, /u/danhook and everyone else that has made this possible. I have received just over $2,700 so far and it still amazes me each day. I cannot wait to show off my new teeth to the whole world. I have an idea about how I am going to be giving away the extra money and plan on including some of my own tax money as well. Again, thanks to everyone that donated, sent words of encouragement and even shared their own stories.
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If this is true, I will pay for your treatment. Either at a place near you, or if it's more cost-effective, I will buy you a ticket to Costa Rica, and for you to get treatment at a reputable clinic here.
You can check my history to see that this is a legitimate account that's not into trolling. I can't help everyone in the world, but I can help you. Your situation hits a nerve with me.
Maybe you can make it up to me by posting before and after pictures, or something. That would be nice to see.
PM me.
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*Update (2 hours):* I'm happy to report that OP contacted me and sent pictures. He does have a problem that needs help. His kids are super cute, they look amazing. I proposed the next steps, which will take some time. This is the first time for me doing this, but I hope things go well, and we will do this. :-) [Exchange so far.](http://i.imgur.com/gpNKvJw.png)
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*Update (next day):* So many other people have pitched in to help - most significantly [/u/danhook](http://www.reddit.com/r/confession/comments/2qvy9a/my_teeth_hurt_so_bad_that_i_feel_like_death_is/cnaavis)'s amazing offer. OP set up a fundraiser to help with expenses; it has already attracted some contributions, and I also added to it.
Several people contacted me, and told me of their situations similar to OP's. Each of them deserves just as much attention, but not all of them can get it. Thanks to /u/danhook's generosity, perhaps I can help someone else, too.
Thank you to everyone for your kind thoughts and wishes. May the New Year find you well. :-)
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*Update (Jan 2):* Thank you to everyone who has contacted me with kind wishes. It was nearly more than I could handle, and pretty sure, more than I deserve. :-) But I appreciate it!
I've currently offered help to a person who contacted me and is in a similar situation as OP; but I cannot help the majority of those who opened up to me about their issues. :(
However, I've also received suggestions and advice that I can share.
**Suggestion #1 - GiveLocally**
I had the idea of how cool it might be if there was a website that allowed donors to connect directly with people in need, so that people can give to someone and see the impact, rather than just signing a check to a charity.
Well - this exists! There's a website, [GiveLocally.net](http://www.givelocally.net/howitworks.php), that does exactly this. It [seems to work](http://usatoday30.usatoday.com/money/perfi/basics/story/2011-12-22/targeted-giving/52166688/1), too. I have no experience or affiliation with this website, so I cannot personally recommend it. However, it may be worth checking out whether you're contemplating giving, or if you are a person in need.
The following are some suggestions I received from people about affordable dentistry. I have not verified any of this information, but perhaps it can be of use:
**Suggestion #2 - Los Algodones**
*"I have been actually researching all week to get my wife's teeth fixed. While her teeth need more extensive work, I researched everywhere from Costa Rica to Tijuana. The best deals I have found are in Los Aglodones, Mexico. Right over the border from Yuma, Arizona, around 2.5 hours from Phoenix and San Diego.*
*"The clinics I have it narrowed down to are:*
Sani Dental (a little pricer, but the most reputable)
Simply Dental
Dental Solutions
*"Many of the dentists have pricelists. If you research Los Algodones, or even Google map it, there are a dozen dentists literally two blocks past the border. It's becoming a new spot for Americans and Canadians to get dental work. You can park your car on the US side, and walk over the border to your dentist.*
*"My wife is starting with 8 fillings, a root canal, and 9 extractions. The second appointment will be 9 implants, followed by another appointment for the abutment and crown. Her dentist here (Chicago) came up with a plan, and we emailed it to several dentists. The quote in chicago was around $34,000. Right now I have ten quotes from different dentists from Los algodones ranging from $10,500 to $18,000."*
**Suggestion #3 - Czech Republic**
*"Hello! I had and have permanent teeth problem, runs in the family. I saw your offer to help that guy and when I saw his X-ray a scary chill went through my spine. I cannot even imagine how and what is the feeling of that dental status. I was living in Czech republic and originally from Slovakia where medical care is on excellent quality and dentists are full paid without any issues. As I saw it, I remember a friend of mine, american, that comes to Czech republic to have his teeth fixed once a year or so.... I think it's really worth to check the option to buy that guy a fly ticket to Czech Republic and have his teeth fixed here... Mine wasnt at all in THAT bad state, but almost all of my 32 teeth (-4 wisdom teeth that got out) costed about 650 USD (according to Google exchange). Like I said, dental quality is on extremely high quality here and it's worth a thought."*
**Warnings**
A person also sent this warning:
*"I am a dentist here in Canada and while dental care in Costa Rica, etc. is much cheaper, the quality is also much much less, and there is no way to ensure the work is done properly (especially if its an extensive case like this one). The 7000$ bill can turn into a 20k$ one very quickly to fix the "work" these out of country dentists do. If you want I can provide multiple examples from my own practice of how bad these cases can really be."*
When taking this into consideration, keep in mind that a person whose out-of-country procedure has been successful has no reason to seek repairs from a local dentist. Chances are that a dentist who might send a warning like the above would see failed cases disproportionately to real risk. Then again, it is something to keep in mind. Don't only look for a bargain; look for quality.
To the extent that we can evaluate this as lay people, my wife and I's experience with medicine and dentistry in Costa Rica has been excellent, during the 2.5 years we've been here.
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I lived in rural Southern Ohio for a year when I was 14. I was borderline homeless. All I had were a hoodie, three pairs of dress pants, and two t-shirts (that were beyond stretched). I had no school supplies nor money to get them as my mother was battling alcoholism, my sister left, and my brother was emotional/mentally unavailable.
A girl I had classes with had this cute, cross hatch stitched pea-coat. She wore it maybe twice. She took it off during PE and I guess never got it back.
A few weeks later, I was very cold. My sister's hoodie wasn't cutting it anymore because it was at least 11 years old. Me and another girl went to the lost and found and I saw the beautiful coat, clean and lonely. I grabbed it and stuffed it into my plastic bag. I walked out of the school doors that day with a brand new coat.
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I'd wear it everyday. I'd wear it to school, take it off at my locker so she wouldn't see it. I left that school three months later and moved to Las Vegas, and even now that I'm 21 and as I type this, I am wearing it. It's not as bright and vibrant pink as it was back then, but it's perfect for spring and early fall.
I'm sorry Hannah. I stole your coat.
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I'm just amazed that at 21 you're the same size as you were at 14.
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When I was 10 years old, I moved from Scotland to New Zealand and have been here for almost 11 years now. In these 11 years, I've somehow managed to fake an NZ accent to most of my friends and work colleagues.
The only time I speak in a Scottish accent, is when I'm around family. It can get pretty confusing if a mate is round, or lets say I meet a girl etc. I think the reason why I put on the accent was to fit in at school, because kids are cruel and would make fun of the native tongue, so I just kept it going all through high school up until now.
I've realised now at 21, how stupid it is that I had to fake an accent to fit into society. I think back now and wonder, what if I never faked my accent? Would life be different? Probably not.... but I just thought I'd share this with you all.
I've also been told Scottish accents pull the ladies, so I better start now before it's to late.
Cheers.
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Now flip back to your Scottish accent to all your friends and colleague's for the Lulz
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I work a job on campus, I’m a student interviewing and hiring other students. If they’re obviously not what the job needs, they get booted off. Everything is fair until there’s a tie between a number of students, more than we can afford to hire. After careful evaluation, I choose to hire the top most charming and attractive girls, and the bottom of the barrel guys. It’s good for business.
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Original Villain Story
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I think reddit will have a kick with this.
My mammaw past away years ago when I was 12 and hit me severely in the gut with unresolved grief and depression. She has been cremated and my mom left me the responsibility to keep her urn in my room. I've since made her a shrine in her memory.
My mom has now moved into a new place now lives across the states and I'm planning to visit her in the next week. She requested I bring some of mammaw to spread her ashes in the river nearby her new house. Usually she likes to do this when we find a new place or a beach to take a little bit of someone we held close to our memory.
Now, this is the first time I've touched the urn. It's never been opened since her cremation. I, and my mother, are very spiritual people and I have the irrational fear that touching the urn somehow will cause some form of hex or misjudgement on my part so I've never touched it. But I cannot take the entire thing with me so I opened it, and poured some into a tightly closed jar to take with on the trip. In order to get the ashes out, I used a smaller "measuring cup" to accurately get a portion out of the container. With this, a film of residue was left in the smaller jar. In my extremely emotional, vulnerable state and morbid curiosity, when I went to wash out the small jar, I took a few sips from the murky water.
I've since put the urn back in its place and refuse to look in my mammaw's direction. I feel so conflicted. This grief is coming back and now I feel a heavy sense of guilt and weight, like a children who accidentally broke a vase. I'm not sure if I'm overreacting or I truly just did something back. Parts of me wish I never did this and told my mom I couldn't promise her wish. The other part of me is conflicted with the immoral action that I committed a meager act of cannibalism, if it's even considered to be that anymore. I'm lost, confused, and now thrown back into a state of grief as if a part of my very dead mammaw has risen from the dead and has come back to haunt me for this stupid action.
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If you died and your weird af grandchild started eating your ashes, would you be mad and like haunt them?
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bc I couldnt always afford them.... to this day i still hate myself for it. 6 years later. But I would always ask my mom for help first...but she would never let me borrow money so I just did what I had to do.
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If I see someone stealing nappies or baby formula... no I didn't.
Things like these shouldn't be so expensive that people have to steal them.
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One of the worst lies I made in my life tbh....and it wasn't even a requirement for my job and I didn't even do it to get hired!
I was already working at my job at that time as a lowly intern with my bachelors degree trying to make my way up the ranks. I started coming in late to work a bit because i moved far away from the job so i made up an excuse that i was trying to go back to school to get a higher education degree at that time. I was already an excellent employee and probably would have gotten a full time role pretty soon if i didn't lie....
Well that lie cost me an extra 2 years as being an intern and after a certain point i just had to assume that I had the degree. Now everyone assumes I got a degree that I don’t .
That was \~\~5 years ago now and i started working \~\~7-8 years ago for this company. Nothing was gained out of this lie as the position I am in does not require this degree and my boss didn't even know until i told him. I am still getting paid pretty much the equivalent of a mid range bachelor degree holder as a masters really doesn't make any difference.
It was a blatant lie out of a lack of courage without really any intent to defraud the company/ get a job i didn't really qualify for. I regret doing it and at this point I'm kinda stuck with it. I probably should just look for new positions and let it go.
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Sounds to me like you need to start exploring options imo.
Apply to 4-5 places a week with a better asking salary, what have ya got to lose? If you get hired, you’ll have a lot more room to grow. Seems like they’re glass ceiling you while you’re in the basement. Your employers suck bud.
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When I (42M) was in my twenties, I worked in a nightclub and used to walk home with a couple of co-workers pretty much every night at roughly 3am. on the way home there was this one Garden that was always perfect, it had a little pond with a Gnome (one of those that has a fishing pole, you know the type right?) Well, one night we decided it would be fun to move said gnome to a neighbors' garden. (no damage, we were not heathens lol)
The next night, said gnome was back in its place as if nothing had happened, so of course we moved it again, to a different neighbors garden, and we continued to do this every time we walked home (normally at least 4 or 5 times a week) for the next 6-8 months or so. I hope we didn't annoy you too much and you took it in the spirit it was meant!! It always made us smile to see him back in his original place!
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Edit - Thank you guys n gals, the responses have made me smile so much, im really glad that there is still room for this sort of prank in the world. I like to think that the owner had kids/grandkids that always wanted to hear about the travels of the magical gnome
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I hope someone links the other side of the story.
I know the odds are low because they were probably old and this was about 20 years ago.
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Let me start by saying my son is a very good kid. He’s a high school senior who gets mostly A’s, he works a part-time job, and he doesn’t get into trouble. So when I found a bag of weed in his pants pocket one morning while preparing the laundry, it came as quite a surprise. I had no clue he was getting high.
Flash forward an hour. I’m in my backyard, chatting to Arlene my neighbor, about what I found. Arlene has four kids, all grown and out of the house, and she’s my go-to for parenting advice. I ask her what I should do. She says, “Let’s smoke it!”
I couldn’t believe I was doing it, but 20 minutes later we were in Arlene’s kitchen smoking weed out of a tobacco pipe. I hadn’t smoked pot since college. We got really, really high and we giggled for hours in her kitchen, making and eating all kinds of food and dancing to the radio. It was so much fun!
When my son came home from work that evening I saw him go into the laundry room, where his pants were folded along with the rest of his clothes, and take the basket upstairs. He never does that, so obviously he was looking for his weed. A bit later I called him down for dinner and we had a normal meal and conversation. I sensed some relief when the meal was done and he went back to his room.
I still haven’t decided what to say to my son. Meantime, Arlene has the rest of the weed and I will have [NO REGRETS]...unless she smokes it without me!
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Tell him. You should use this opportunity to have a discussion with your son and to open up a dialog between you two about some of the more serious things in life. Explain to him that while smoking pot isn't inherently bad, like many other things it can be when not in moderation. Also, explain to him that while you understand that pot isn't a gateway drug that you want him to be aware that sometimes the people that you hangout with or associate when you are a young pot smoker can be of the more seedy nature and some can be into more than just pot.
This can be a great opportunity for you to show him that you understand some of the more complex life decisions and how things aren't necessarily white and black. That he can come to you anytime about these issues. Also, stress that you don't think smoking weed is bad. But that it can interfere with the things in life you need to be doing.
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My university has this catering hall but because of covid, it's closed down and only used for special occasions.
Someone didn't lock up, so I ventured in the kitchen and found tons of shelved foods (canned food, cereal, jam, nuts, chocolate). This stuff is barely used so I started to think about what I could take with me.
Bran flakes.
I don't even know what bran flakes are but I sit here, eating some bran flakes with my milk.
A much needed edit: I was shaking as a result of fear, not from soft bowel movements...
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You stole the least delicious thing you could find?
I hope you're enjoying your regular bowel movements.
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I quit that day and walked out with the money scared. This happened when I was working as a waitress. I didn’t know who took my sunglasses, I just saw they were in someone else’s purse, not mine. I didn’t know I was being stupid back in the end to leave my sunglasses in my purse unattended. I felt wronged and took $200 and felt more secure. I just did it. I didn’t know whose tip it was, it was from one of the black pay fold up things. I felt like I got who ever it was “back” and it made me happy. After I felt confused, guilty. I started telling myself I couldn’t fit in at a job after that and I was a bad person. I told myself I broke the law in a big way. Ultimately, it gave me more anxiety than it should have.
EDIT: title : “i stole a $200 tip from a waitress after noticing my Tory Burch sunglasses 🕶 were taken from out of my bag and in a different girl’s purse 👜 “
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You saw her put your glasses in her bag but you don't know who it was?
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This happened about 12 years ago, my parents would go to the monastery often and help out with things, me being a piece of shut I was I decided to take some cash from the church. I believe it was 150 bucks. It’s been haunting me every day for the past couple of years to the point where I’m planning on returning the money. No one knows about this except for Reddit. That was the lowest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life and it always weighs on my shoulders.
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Write a letter, and send it to the monastary with $150. Seems like a pretty easy burden to lift if you ask me!
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Those really nice Bose headphones (ie >$200) had been left behind at my workplace a couple of weeks ago, and after a week passed I got curious and connected to them via Bluetooth. The owners name showed up– and as I keep track of everyone who comes into work– I knew exactly who owned them and they’d been coming in almost every day with no mention of them.
I waited another week until the original owner came in wearing *new* Bose headphones.
I’ve never had the luxury to buy myself earphones of any kind– always using the ones that came with my phone till both speakers blew. Seeing as they owned a new pair and didn’t seem to care for the old ones... I took them. Renamed them. And passed it off as a gift to myself.
The joy of listening to crisp clear music while going about my business.
I don’t feel guilty at all.
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I mean....I wouldn’t wear them to and from work....
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When I was growing up I have this best friend and we were absolutely inseparable. for some reason I would always have head-lice. Like I remember this one time we went to get my haircut and they turned me away because of how much head-lice I had… AnyWho, I was staying over at her house and we were laying on the couches in the living room. I started scratching my head and a piece of head lice fell out into my hand. I looked at it… I looked at her head… And I put the live head-lice on a piece of her hair… And I watched it crawl into her head
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My best friend did this to me in 4th grade and then told everyone in our class that I had lice and no one would hang out with my anymore lmfao rip my 4th grade year
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So a few years ago Bird scooters were easily hacked with a $20 control board readily available on ebay and Amazon. I used to drive to the big city in another state with my drill and load my truck up with the best condition scooters I could find, and scan them like I was a charger, loading up 20-50 scooters a night. I then would drive outside of town and take my drill and drill right thru the brain to disable the tracker, then drive back home to my state, disassemble them, install the new control board, charge them and sell them for $300 on Facebook. I was also exploiting actual charging employees who used to be paid $20 bucks a scooter when Bird changed and paid them $5 a scooter to charge them, and would buy their old chargers from them to sell with my scooters. Im talking buying a lot of 20 chargers for $100 cash. I had a system down where I could strip down a scooter, remove the logo stickers and replace the board in it 30 mins, and eventually learned to break down the scooter into all scrap parts (electric motors, lithium battery, scrap aluminum) and took them to the scrap yard. I also later learned to solder a programmer up to the scooters and hack the firmware and unlock the scooters to travel at over 25 MPH. I charged more for these as it was labor intensive. I made thousands of dollars selling these scooters, that became a nuisance to cities.
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Sounds like you learned a lot of useful shit.
Invest that bread. Apply that knowledge to some legitimate shit, and take this shit with you to the grave.
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OK, so basically what happened was last weekend we threw a birthday party for my dad at the house. The party was pretty cool people getting drunk left and right. the typically Mexican party.
So like around 9 PM my mom tells me to go buy tortillas at the grocery store near my house. Giving her the OK, I get in my mom's car (it was pitch black outside, and there are hella cars in the driveway) and back out of the driveway. BAM! I crash the car in the fence, and it's super noticeable. With wide eyes, I park the car in its original location and GTFO out of there. Luckily they didn't bring up the tortillas anymore. I think they forgot?
Fast forward to Sunday morning and I’m awaken and by the front door slamming cosed and the yelling of my angry mother. Crap I’m getting in trouble I thought. Fumbling out of my room, my mom, dad, and brother are in the living room. Since we are all together, she tells us who crashed the car, I was about to say it was me but I realized something.
My brother was beyond trashed last night , like lights out trashed.
So I blame it on him. He didn't deny it either. Instead, he turned to me surprised and said, I did?
I nodded and said, yeah, don't you remember?
So now he's grounded, and I'm here feeling like an asshole. I guess that the circle of life for ya...
Edit: I’m 17 so I wasn’t drunk.
Edit: I finally told my brother, while he was eating cereal. He actually reacted very differently to what I thought. He gave me an angry glare but then he started laughing his ass off.
He says “I know it was you, I might’ve been trashed but I don’t forget stuff like that .” Plus I know you can’t back out of the driveway for shit”.
I was shocked so I asked “then why did you cover for me a when I threw you under the bus?”
He shrugs “ I know what wanted the new Mac Pro so I played along. You definitely owe me though, fucking asshole”
Still shocked i nodded and agreed.
So yeah that was weird, but I won’t be doing that again, like ever. Sorry for taking a while to do this, but at least I can finally receive some closure from the whole situation. Sorry bro.
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Oooh I’m telling your mom. But seriously that’s kind of an asshole thing to do. I guess I can understand your reasoning my siblings have left me under the bus many times. Fucking dicks.
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My closest friend has had mental trauma and ptsd issues from when they were a child. They were also diagnosed with depression and some other shit. We had been friends for about 5 years at this point.
The first 3 years we were closer than ever and I really saw him in my future but at the the start of the 4th year I went through a mentally challenging 6 months were I stopped talking to majority of my friends because of personal shit. We still spoke though but I started to notice changes in his behaviour and he became less outgoing. Anytime he went through shit I always gave him as much support and advice that I could give him and he told me multiple times that his mental health improved from the advice I gave him months later. But when I was going through my darkest points and I would try to speak to him about it he would just say some dumb shit like “ah shit that’s crazy bro” and just said he wasnt good at giving advice and stuff so I accepted it and didn’t hold anything against even though I pretty much had to go through that stuff alone.
After I mostly recovered he started having his own issues as he was wrongfully accused of crimes and had cases against him that brought up old trauma for him and I was there for him throughout it. Then this is when everything started to go to shit. He would constantly ask me for favours and money and stuff and I would always happily give him anything he wanted as he was my closest friend and I felt an obligation to help as much as I could. After about 6 months of this I started to feel like he was taking advantage of my kindness as he would ask me for money for dumb shit and I stopped giving him money because I was spending more money on him then on myself and I didn’t have that kind of money to give away. A month later he stole £90 from me and then even went on to ask me for more money a few days later. Me being the person I am I let it go as I understand times were tough for him.
He then continued to have issues with rent and was struggling to maintain himself and slowly I could see his mental health getting worse. I was still there for him emotionally but it still hurt me about all the money he had taken from me and all the things I had done for him meanwhile he would never do anything for me but at the same time I never asked him for anything.
At this point his mental health was spiralling and him and his girl broke up and I could see with my own eyes that he was going crazy.
After this I got into a situation where I seriously needed help with something ( not financially ) and I asked him for help and he made up an excuse to not help me and left me by myself with nowhere to turn. Eventually his mental health got really bad and then he told me something he done that I don’t feel like writing here but it made me sick to my stomach and I stopped talking to him.
I constantly let him take advantage of my generosity just because of how close we used to be and I would constantly tell myself he would do the same for me if it was the other way round. Even though I stopped talking to him I didn’t even tell the rest of my friend group anything about why we stopped talking because I didn’t want them to stop talking to him too cos I felt that would destroy his mental health even more and I was genuinely scared he might kill himself or self harm.
I still feel bad about the fact that I’m not there for him with what he’s going through but I couldn’t be friends with him anymore after all this. I’m typing this out to see other people’s opinion am I in the wrong because he’s in a bad place mentally or did he bring on himself by driving me away?
If you bothered to read thank you
Edit: I just wanted to add for the people wondering why I didn’t think he was taking advantage at first: Like I said in the start the first 3 years of our friendship we were closer than ever and not once did we ever have an issue or argument, the person he was in the first 3 years would never have taken advantage of me or done things he did in the last 2 years. He honestly changed so much even just his daily behaviour was different but I constantly kept seeing him as the person he was in the first 3 years and making excuses for him in my head. Hope it clears it up a bit
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A friend of mine has this tattoo that they got after being in a relationship that sounds similar ( the wording is a little harsh so apologies)
"If I love you more than I love myself I go crazy and you still die"
You can't go down with the ship. It's not even yours. I know it's really hard but through my work in social supports, I truely believe there is a limit to what people can do for those in their lives that are struggling. There is nothing you can do that will fix the situation, be kind and compassionate but have your boundaries and protect your well being.
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First of all English is not my first language so i apologize in advance
I know i shouldn’t look into his phone he should have his privacy but what i saw on his made me reconsider him as my future brother in low
I saw old and modern chats between him and TOO MANY HOOKERS i didn’t count them and when i looked into their chats it was absolutely disgusting sex chats , him complaints about marrying my beloved sister and pics that involve nudity i don’t know if he met any of them but I’m sure he did my sister on the other was never been in a relationship before but she really loves him and doesn’t stop talking about him and of course all of my family too love him but now idk what to do idek why i looked into his phone turns out he is a Glenn Quagmire creep online and calm and reasonable man in front of us their marriage is in 1 month from now should i tell someone idk idfk
I’m sorry my phone can’t take more than this if u have any questions tell me in the comments
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"I did something I am not proud of and you need to know. It has been weighing heavily on me for some time. Your fiance left his phone at mine and I know I shouldn't have but morbid curiosity got the better of me. I opened his phone and his chats and discovered he speaks to a lot of prostitutes and I am so sorry to be the bringer of this news, I didn't want to hurt you but I didn't want him to hurt you more. Please forgive me and I am ready to support you in whatever you need"
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When I was a kid, I used to stole small things, like a chocolatte from the supermarket, or a marker from school, just for fun and because according to me at the time, they were welthy people.
I used to go to that kind of stores where you pay hourly for internet, they had computers and you can play LAN games, in my country they are called something like CyberCoffee
So one day I went there, and taking advantage of computers were in a private space so you can have full privacy, I opened the computer and stole a RAM Memory, later I installed in my own computer.
After some time, I change the computer for a better one, so I sold the old parts individually, including the stolen RAM Memory.
The thing is that when I went to deliver the RAM Memory to the buyer, It happened that it was the same guy I stole the RAM from, he didn't know who was the stealer, so he had no Idea he was buying his own Ram Memory.
For me at that time was just a funny story, but I have been regreting what I did everytime for any reason I recall the moment.
Now I don't know who this guy is, where I can find him or anything so I can pay for what I did wrong.
This is not something I dont't really feel proud of.
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Recognizing the problem is the first step. You will never be able to make amends, but at least try to do something for someone in need, something that does good for someone.
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I grew up Anglican and was confirmed at a pretty young age. For those who don't know, being confirmed allows you to drink the wine and eat the wafers, ie, the body and blood of christ. As you can see, my focus was the wafers and wine. I really liked them. They have a weird melt in your mouth quality to them and I was hooked from the get go. I asked my mom if we could buy the wafers somewhere but she said they were made by nuns. So, evil child that I was, I stole them. I would wait for the service to finish so the room would clear, run up to the alter and clear out the little silver box of Christ bread. Sunday after Sunday, I would go to church looking forward to my favorite snack. I even got my little sister into it - we were bad little body snatchers. This one would be tough to explain to St. Peter.
Edit: Whoa! This sure got a lot of attention. I guess my confession here is not the same as confessing to a priest but it'll have to do for now. Thanks for the awards!
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I was never caught. It went on for at least a year.
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I was in 7th grade in the late 90s. We had a middle school newspaper called the Press. Well someone thought it would be a good idea to have kind of like a classifieds section called “Happy Ads” where you could spend 50¢ to leave your friends encouraging messages.
I took out an ad that read “Pokémon cards for sale, call ***-***-****” but I used the home phone number for a kid in our friend group.
He ended up getting so many calls, his parents were livid and complained to the school. I guess once people figured out it was fake they started calling even more and at all hours of the night.
I never told a single person that I did it and felt really terrible that a small prank got so out of hand. One teacher suspected that it was me but I always denied having anything to do with it.
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My dad was a arsehole child molester who only had to spend 36 months in jail. He'd had the same PO Box forever. I went online and signed him up for every catalog possible at his PO Box but for his address I put his name, Child Molesters of America and his PO Box. Touché muthafucka.
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Edit: Thanks for the awards! I never thought this would be seen by so many people.
Not that it matters at all, but I'm a girl. I've never really had a mother daughter relationship with my mom because she treated me as a baby sitter and not as her child.
I have never really got along with my mom. I don't hate her, but I also don't talk to her unless I have to.
I went to public school and one way they were able to lower costs was to make classroom textbooks instead of individual ones. This meant every day we would grab a random textbook from each class and take it to our desk then put it back before we left.
In middle school (about age 12-14) Every time my mom pissed me off I would open it from the back and write, "For a good time call *moms phone number here*" her number had to have been put in at LEAST 50 textbooks in the 2 years I was in middle school. In high school we received assigned textbooks that would get checked at the end of the year so I didn't write in those.
My freshman year of highschool my brother was in middle school.
One day my mom got several dozen text messages and pictures all from random numbers asking for a good time.
She was PISSED and demanded to know who did it. When I wrote it I was smart enough to use my non dominant hand so it didn't look like my handwriting. I ended up blaming it on my brother. He is the golden child so he didn't get into trouble at all, but now that I am 21 I feel bad about it. Her number is probably still in a lot of textbooks. I don't think I will ever tell her it was me though. I moved out the day I turned 18 and now I live over 2 hours away so it wouldn't really hurt my life, but why bring up old actions?
Thank you for letting me get this off my chest.
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Personally I think that's pretty funny. Firstly no one can get hurt from it and secondly if it bothered her that badly, she could always change her number. It's easy to do in 2021.Shit happens mate, you were different back then, tis right.
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When I was in 5th grade, my elementary school had a rewards program called “dolphin dollars”. Pretty much you get paper “dollars” for every good deed you did and you could spend them on candy, toys, etc. Well, my mom was the schools cheerleading coach and needed me to pick up something she printed from the schools teachers lounge. I found a copy of a page of dolphin dollars and printed tons of copies of them. When people asked me how I had so many I just told them I saved up for a long time.
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This is so funny
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I recently graduated from grad school, and I am looking for a job. So far, the job search is going horribly and I haven't gotten any offers .
I read somewhere on LinkedIn that the way companies are exaggerating about the experiences you should have is getting ridiculous. It showed a post of a firm requesting over 5 years of ChatGPT experience when the software only came out last year. This sparked quite a lot of comments saying that at this point, you should just exaggerate or lie on your resume as long as you can prove that you have the expertise in the topic you are lying about. For example, you could say you have 2 years of experience as long as you can prove that you can live up to what is required for the job.
As an recent graduate in chemical engineering, I only have half a year of industry training. I have not been getting any offers, and I am getting desperate. I have enough money in my bank account to live two more months or else I can't pay rent. I know that my training in school is more than what they are looking for in the position, and I can for sure do the job that's required, so instead of putting down half a year of work experience, I put down one.
I have already sent out the resume to several companies, and since then, I have been getting interviews. However, I now have to live with the guilt of lying. After a week of living with the overwhelming guilt, I changed my resume back. I need to lay everything out here as a confession, it was wrong of me, and now all I could do is to be honest from now on.
Edit: okay so this being my first post and blowing up was kinda cool. Anyways, got through my first interview with the rounded up resume today, will keep you updated if I got the job or not.
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So you rounded up… I mean this in the nicest way possible. You need to grow a pair. Entry level jobs are almost all fake it till you make it and by the time your resume is longer you will be rounding everything. Go get that job!
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She doesn’t post very often but when I found it six months ago she’d posted five times in one year and she’s posted twice since then. Most have been addressed to me.
I feel like I’m violating her trust on the one hand, on the other hand, she is posting these letters to a public forum where anybody can see them.
She forgot to log out of her account one day so I noticed the username and didn’t think much of it at the time. Thought maybe it was one of my kids friends who had used our computer then got distracted back with whatever I was doing.
Then one night I’m scrolling through unsent letters and I see this username, so I read the letter, and it’s very clearly describing a situation between my wife and I.
So I go into the post history and I learn a lot of things. Feelings she has for an old boyfriend (who she’s found reasons to meet up with twice and nothing’s happened, though part of her would like something to) chief among them.
I want to broach this subject with her, get all these problems out in the open, work through them. I don’t want her to feel as though I violated her trust though. I’m caught.
I also don’t want to risk accidentally saying something that gives away that I know these things.
I also don’t have any intention of stopping following up on posts from this account.
I’m just so, so glad I didn’t find anything worse.
Edit:clarity
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Well you innocently recognised the username, and made the connection between the post and your relationship. I’d say it’s fair to bring it up as you haven’t done anything wrong.
I know that something like that would eat away at me until I talked about it. Good luck!
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I’m a horrible father.
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Unless the lettuce is stopping you from fulfilling fatherly responsibilities or endangering her in any way, then I see no problem here.
She has a room to play in? She’s fed today? Then you enjoy “your glass of wine”.
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Last night my son took a bite of an apple and his tooth fell out. It was right before bed and after searching the house in my pajamas, I realized we didn’t have any cash laying around the house. Except in his piggy bank. So I took a few dollars of my son’s own money and placed it under his pilllow. Of course I’ll replace it at some point.
I basically robbed Peter to pay Peter.
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LOL I’m sure this happens nowadays just be sure to replace it ASAP
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Anytime a remotely attractive girl posts selfies to imgur I message them kindly asking for nudes. It works about 25-30% of the time, which I consider to be an excellent rate of return for my investment.
No Regrets
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25-30%? That's a lot. What do you give them??
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I was 11, my parents and I were looking at show homes. I really had to take a poop, upon doing my business I realized there was no toilet paper. So I took to white hand towel off of the display rack, wiped my wet ass shit. Then folded it back up (with the poop marks on the inside) and hung it right back up. To this day I wonder what happened when someone found it.
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And they never forgot to put toilet paper in display homes again…
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Let's call her Sharon.
Sharon talks all the time about her perfect marriage and how her husband knows he's not good enough for her, so he would never do anything to screw it up.
Meanwhile, she treats him like crap. When they're together, she mostly just orders him around. But the vast majority of the time, she's out having cocktails with friends while he's at home with their kids.
He's a musician, which she thinks is "daaaarling" but she's not interested in it. Still, she likes for him to be in a band because then he wants to hang out with her less.
Last year, Sharon met this woman... we'll call her Chloe. Sharon likes Chloe alright, but Sharon's husband thinks Chloe is AWESOME.
Anyway, about 6 months ago, Sharon was giggling with me and a few other ladies at brunch about how now she barely ever has to do anything with her husband... instead, she just asks Chloe to hang out with him and everything is fine.
We pointed out the obvious issues with that. Especially since Chloe is beautiful, single and an easy ten years younger than us. She's a singer/songwriter and they share a ton of other interests. And look, I'm not suggesting men and women can't be friends... but Sharon openly admits that she almost never sleeps with her husband and now she thinks it's a good idea to encourage him to have a close friendship with a woman he's almost certainly attracted to? Just because she wants to keep him occupied?
Ok then. Good luck with that.
Yesterday, I had to stop at Sharon's to pick up some things my daughter left over there. She told me to just walk in because she wasn't home. I did as she said and there was Chloe with Sharon's husband... fucking in the living room, full view of the front door.
I should probably tell her. But honestly, she's just so damn smug about how "whipped" he is that I flat out don't want to.
Also, I suddenly don't know why I hang out with this woman.
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Promise you'll update when he leaves her for Chloe!
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First off, I'm a guy and I still think about this today and it makes me cringe inside thinking about it. It was sort of a low point for me personally and it makes me wary of the choices I make moving forward.
**Backstory:**
Back when I was 20, I was pretty popular or so I thought, I had big groups of friends but not one best friend. I had what I thought great relationships with people and I was the type of guy to be there for you. I was always going out to friends birthdays, meet ups and seeing them before they'd go out to college etc. Basically, I was a stand out guy and was loyal to the bone. If you needed me to pick you up out of jail at 2 in the morning, I was the guy to call, I had your back.
**Story about the night:**
That night, I had reservations from a friend who knew the bar owner, they had their own personal bar in the back and they told me I could rent it out for free. I thought great, this room is pretty big and has enough tables to sit about 35 people. I had personally invited 30-40 people a week prior and was excited about the aspect of seeing all of my friends and just getting completely wasted with them. Party was to start at 10 so I decided it's probably a good idea to get there a little late to make an entrance.
Around 10:30 I get there, music is blasting but the backroom is completely empty. The bartender asks me where my friends are at and I told them they all must be running late, trying to laugh it off with her. I stood by the bar staring at my phone, I got a couple of texts from people saying they'd be late or cancelling last minute. Around 11:30 rolls around, still nobody and I can see the bartender feeling bad for me, offering me free drinks throughout the night. I felt completely embarrassed and stupid just standing there alone on my birthday thinking I had all these great friends. Around 12:30, still nobody, not one person has texted me since, so around 1:15 I tell them forget it I'm going home. The bartender put her hand on my shoulder and told me to forget them and know who my real friends are. I held back my tears standing in that dark empty room, feeling drunk and completely humiliated. So many mixed emotions went through my head but mostly embarrassed and betrayed. I went outside and called a cab and cried in the back on my way home. I got to my place and just sat on the bathroom floor for an hour that night, crying my eyes out like a little kid. Friends asked me about my birthday the following day but I didn't even respond to them.
I've gotten over it because I'm 26 now. Its still a hard thing to think about and muster. It's really effected the way I've chosen friends to keep close, my trust in people's words have been completely broken unless they've been able to prove otherwise. I really don't expect anything out of anyone, and when they do I'm really caught off guard. It's something I hope nobody ever has to go through.
I've never felt more alone then that night.
**TLDR- Invited tons of friends to my 21st birthday party, not one person shows up.**
edit. I didn't think I'd be getting this sort of response. I'll try to respond individually if I can, stuck at work at the moment. I'm reading all your comments, I'm sorry to all the people that this happened to because honestly, it's one of the most gut wrenching feelings to go through.
Even though this happened 5 years ago, it's still something that my scumbag brain likes to remind me of when I'm having a great day. Would not recommend.
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I'm really sorry. That sucks.
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When I was in high school there was this obnoxious girl named Sarah. She was belligerent all of the time, disrespectful towards people, and a straight up nasty girl. So we had a class together and she would always leave her book under her desk until next class. Well one class close to graduation time she was being obnoxious as usual and left her book under her desk and during the shuffle of trying to get our next class I walked to her desk and took her book. Once the semester was over all of the seniors had to return their textbooks in order to graduate otherwise they’d have to pay to cover what was lost. And as the title says, I’m sure she had to pay.
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Ive read worst. This is pretty mild. 10/10 petty but clean.
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So okay ... I was a kid and stupid. Anyway, my dad used to give me and my brother $5 each in the offering envelope to put into the basket when it came around. I would take the money and put an empty envelope into the basket.
I kept the money to do dumb kid things like buy pizza, candy, take a bus ride to the mall, etc. Eventually, we got older and my parents weren't financially secure so we couldn't offer anything. But I can tell you that as a kid, $5 every week really added up. I would spend it on myself but normally I used to save the money and use it for something big like my mom or dad's birthday gift or offering (ayy get it?) to pay for dinner because I low key felt bad.
I thought it was funny after and my mom and dad laughed about it.
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Good for you the church doesn’t need it any way
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Disclaimer: English is not my first language, so...
During my early teens I was best friends with a guy who had a couple of cockatiel's (domestic birds). I, an obssessed animal person, used to say that I would die for one of these birds since I found them so pretty. Lo and behold: in my 15th birthday my friend gave me one sweet baby cocktiel.
I was so happy with my baby bird, however I didn't had the tools to properly take care of it since my family and I didn't know we were getting one. Also, I didn't know how I felt about domestic birds since they don't get to be free in nature (even though they don't know how to survive in the wild).
The first hour of my cocktiel at home was stressful since my oldest dog didn't love the idea of a new family member and was trying to kill it in every opportunity. After some time, things got calmer and my mom had the idea of leaving the baby bird locked in the bathroom, so my dog couldn't find it. We were planning to get a birdcage and a bunch of cocktiel's toys in the next day so our baby would be comfortable.
Next day in school, I was telling my friend how much I loved his gift and he told me about his own birds. He really loved them, and for him to give me one was a big demonstration of affection. I felt pretty great about my relationship with him and the cocktiel was a symbol to our love. He wasn't a guy who expressed feelings with words and at that point (us being friends for 10 years) he giving me the cocktiel was the first time he expressed that he trusted me.
So, it is the second day of my baby bird home and I notice that she was (yea, I decided that she was a girl) getting pretty smart around the bathroom, jumping next to the toilet and bathroom box. I didn't thought about that much since I was getting her birdcage soon, but warned my brother to always leave the toilet seat down, afraid that she was going to slip and fall in the water. Then, I went to my afternoon class.
When I returned home, first thing I went to do was check my little cocktiel. Yeah, you guessed it. She was dead. Drowned in my brother's piss. He forgot to leave the seat down. I had a full breakdown, tried to ressuscitate her but no success. And then I thought about my friend and freaked out even more. I begged while crying to my mother to fix things.
The day after her death I wasn't in school, I went to my local pet shop and bought a baby cocktiel, now with a birdcage and all. I couldn't brought myself to tell my friend that my cocktiel had died in my brother's urine. My friend visited my house regularly so a new baby cocktiel was the only option for me. This happened years ago, I never told my friend the truth. Only me, my mom and my brother knows that our cocktiel is a fraud.
I'm so sorry Betty Lou I. I wish I had been better for you. RIP
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Shout out to Betty Lou never forget!
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Mom had to leave for work early, so while I (15F) was home alone I drank some of my parents whiskey just before I went to school. I didn’t get super drunk, but drunk enough that I got lightheaded and had a bit of trouble walking straight. I hope no one noticed.
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As someone who would go to school drunk and carry around a water bottle filled with vodka in my back pack, please dont do that to yourself. Personally those days were some of the worst in my life. I understand if you wanted to do it this one time just for the experience or to say “I’ve been drunk at school before” but don’t make it a trend. It can honestly fuck you up
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My parents are in their 80s and probably won't live for another year or so. I have really stepped in to take care of them by making sure they have groceries, their bills are paid, their doctors know what's going on, getting their meds, having their house taken care of, etc. This has been at a cost to my career and personal life. My other siblings won't lift a finger and say they don't have time because they have kids but it's because they know I am doing it.
I got a hold of my parent's will and was outraged. They are leaving 100% to my two siblings who don't do shit for them. Their justification? My two siblings have kids and I don't. I am actually LOSING money by taking care of my parents and what they are leaving me behind will not make up for that. And I don't make a lot of money but my married siblings are both married to rich men. My sisters don't even have jobs.
I feel like I was taken for granted and let my parents know how I feel. They won't change their will. They say it's because of their grandkids and if they did change the will then my siblings would not bring their grandkids around. My siblings argue that because I am a single woman, then I should be the caretaker by default.
I suggested a retirement home but of course my siblings threw a fit because they worry it would be too expensive and would cut into their inheritance. I recently walked away and it was hard but best for me.
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That last sentence made me exhale with relief. Normally this would be a fucked up thing to do, but in this situation you are totally justified. Don't look back.
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It has been a little over a week since I left. Although I know I will end up giving up the house and everything I left, I’m okay with the bare minimum for a while.
He is obviously very upset. He even punched my ass as I ran up the stairs to get the last of my forgotten items after leaving. Unfortunately I was too occupied with getting out with my things that I never documented this event. It was the first time he has hit me, but he dragged me out of bed on our honeymoon after I fell asleep before having sex with him.
All of these signs point to me doing the right thing and getting out. At times I feel like a failure and the holiday this week has sucked being alone. These next few months are going to suck, but I keep reminding myself it is worth it!!
Thank you to everybody for all of the support! I know this was a quick marriage, but I honestly tried my best before leaving. If I would have seen this coming, I wouldn’t have let it go so far. However, he didn’t inform me of his ill intentions early on, so here we are now.
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Make sure you separate all The Credit cards and get a copy of your bank statements before you move out. If he steals or runs up the credit cards in your names, you’ll be liable.
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I used to work at a drink shop that had a "buy so many drinks get one free" card. I was moving away in less than a week, so I filled in like 20 cards and distributed them to the people I liked before I left.
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A gas station I used to frequent had a point reward system. A lady lost her job because she would give myself and I'm assuming other customers extra points. By extra points I mean, I'd buy $40 in fuel and recieve $750 worth of points
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When I was a teenager, I used to steal money from my parents saving, which they always stored in cash. It was meant for the things around new house, but my teenager stupidity and interest in drugs at that time stopped me from thinking clearly. Altogether I stole few hundred euros from them and I spent it all on alcohol, drugs and occasionally on fast food.
Now I have a job and I am trying to save, so I can pay them back in the future. They don't know about it and I don't plan on telling them.
I also stole a lot of things from shops, like clothes and food. But that I can't repay.
I am not proud of myself about it. At least I realized my wrongdoings but the fact that I made life harder for those around me only because of my selfishness will haunt me for a long time.
Edit: Thank you guys for all your kind words, different perspectives, awards and support. After all those comments, I might consider telling them. It is nice to know that I'm not the only one who did this stupid mistake and more importantly, that you earned your forgivness. It gives me hope thath I can earn it too. Thanks again.
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Trust me, telling your parents straight in the eye that you stole and you regret and pay back the same amount right then and there means so much more to them than having a child who never stole from them.
You do it in secret- you clear your conscience
You tell them about it- you earn their respect while clearing your conscience
Enough of mistakes, time to do shit right, don't wuss out from that
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That weekend, I saw him at a keg party. He was pretty sloshed and started telling a group of us how that there was this “thing” with his briefs. Everyone else thought it was all just drunk nonsense. He kept going on about it...“Wtf...I thought I had a bad pair, and tried on another pair and another pair, but then it was, like, every fricken pair!! I was f$&king late for my mid term cuz I couldn’t get into my shorts.“
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This is some top level pranking
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When I (f/32) was 19/20 I was homeless, going between shelters and living on the streets. I had a drug addiction (I have 8 years of sobriety now) and life was very rough. One afternoon I was walking around the city and noticed an envelope on the side walk and I kicked it and noticed a $20 bill pop out so I scooped it up and booked it around the corner. There was just under $800 cash and a cheque for $3000 in there. I brought the cheque to the bank that it was made from and put it in the drop slot but I kept the cash. This still bugs me from time to time, it's absolutely nothing I would ever do now.. I was young, in the throws of a horrible addiction, dealing with mental and physical health struggles, and homelessness but I know that doesn't necessarily excuse my behavior. Now that I am in a more stable point in my life I wish I could remember what the name on the cheque was so I could reimburse them and tell them how sorry I am. I didn't take the money from their bag or directly steal it from them (I didn't even see who dropped it), but it feels the same. I did a lot of crappy things in addiction, but not much that negatively impacted another person, just myself.. so I think that's why this bugs me so much?
Edit:: I tried to get back to as many people as possible, but I just wanted to say thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who commented with kind words. I really wasn't expecting this kind of response. Thank you all for your kindness, compassion and understanding and for seeing and reminding me that I have come a long way, I have changed, and that I am a good person. You have helped to lift a weight on my mind and heart 💜
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As a young man visiting New Orleans I found a bill fold with just under 2 grand in it. Called the number and made arrangements to meet the owner.
He showed up mad. Asked where I found it and what I was doing on that side of town. Told me to wait a minute and counted it. He turned and walked away. Didn't even offer me my dime back for calling.
Back then 2,000 would have bought a new pickup.
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On the internet, it can be very hard to be taken seriously. This is especially true if you’re a teenager.
For over two years now I’ve been insinuating and telling people that I’m a 25yr old engineer, when in reality I’m still a high-school teenager.
It all started when in the comment section of a since-deleted r/politicalhumor post. I was debating some random guy when I accidentally revealed my age. After that, the whole argument went straight to insults and name-calling. Ever since then I’ve been faking it for the sake of online credibility. I even went so far as to make fake stories about high-school a decade ago.
Recently, however, my urge to get internet validation has stagnated, and I just want to be myself again. I still think that there are many misconceptions about modern teen life, and that most people are too quick to assume we are superficial, braindead morons, but in my opinion it’s better to be laughed at by others then to be artificial to yourself.
Edit: Thanks for all the support. I would just like to clarify a few things. First off, I don’t advocate for revealing personal information online, notice I still haven’t given you an actual number for my age just a range. I also think lying for safety is completely acceptable. I, personally, will just not reveal any personal information real or fake in the future. I also mentioned politicalhumor. I was not trying to defame any political group, just showing a subreddit where both sides can get tangled in over-passionate hostile arguments.
Edit 2: Thanks for all the support again. I think though, it’s time to take a break from the internet. I got way too caught up in act that I let too much time pass. Thanks for the support.
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I'm not really a snake.
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I told myself I'd never tell anyone this, but basically what's in the title.
Long story short, I did a terrible job at asking a girl out in elementary school, and it gave me a crippling fear of rejection, so I never even approached girls I liked.
As a teen, I learned how to masturbate from a friend. Like I literally went into his bathroom and beat it to thoughts of my highschool crush while he waited in his room. That was the first time i ever orgasmed.
A friend of mine hooked me up with one of her friends who liked me. (Shouts out to her lol) that girl became my first everything. My first kiss, my first sexual experience, my first girlfriend. I thought I was gonna marry her.
Then she cheated on me with her ex.
It destroyed me but I didn't break up with her because she cried. But I did start cheating on her. Alot. That's when I started paying for sex. I don't even remember how I learned about it exactly, but Google is a very intuitive site. So at around 16 or 17 I bought my first escort.I stole the money from my dad's drawer.
Tbh it was awesome. She was beautiful and even let me hit raw and bust all over her chest and face. I felt like the man. I felt like a pornstar.
I was also broke and didn't get to see her ever again. Stealing from my dad made me feel like shit.
After I got a job though, it was a wrap. I remember paying for whatever I saw in porn. Older women, college girls, etc. I had a few relationships with actual friends, but I had already developed this habit. I spent a shameful amount over the years, but no one ever knew. I just recently stopped because I managed to find a beautiful girlfriend who is literally changing my life rn.
Im sharing this because I want to stop lying to myself and face who I am and the decisions I've made. They say it's the only way forward and trust me, I've tried everything else.
I want to be a better man. So I'm laying it all bare to see exactly how much work I have to do. If I put it out there, I can't lie anymore.
Thanks for reading. Try not to flame me too much in the comments.
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It’s ok you can say “sex” here
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This is so dumb but I honestly feel bad about it because it’s unlike me.
So I live in an area where they are hardcore cracking down on the whole “bring your own bag” thing. It’s been an adjustment...
Usually places still have reusable or paper bags to buy for a couple cents if you forget.
Not this store. This store had NOTHING. They literally expected me to just loosely carry an entire weeks worth of groceries.
So. I took the basket. The whole handheld basket you get at the front of the store by the carts? Yeah. That’s mine now. And I feel guilty every time I look at it but I honestly feel like I had no choice at the time 🤷♀️.
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a real basket case
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I live in SoCal. On the coast, about 2 hours NW of LA. The tipping culture here is rampant. It's truly disgusting to me that franchises and big corps put it on the customer to pay their workers a living wage.
I refuse to participate in this dog shit system. Pay your employees more.. what's that? You mean your employees prefer getting tips because they make significantly more than getting a bump in their pay? Yeh fuck that noise.
I literally NEVER tip. Not at coffee shops, sit down restaurants, counter workers, or food delivery. I just dont give a fuck, if you give me the choice I'm obviously not going to tip.
*edit* ive seemed to have upset a lot of people and being down voted into oblivion
*2nd edit* last one before bed. The comments have been pretty enlightening. From what I can deuce I lack empathy, and I'm a huge asshole for not tipping.
Another thing I realized is that a lot of people in the service industry are making pretty decent money, I'd wager around 30-40 an hour solely on tips(that are not taxed) there seems to be a significant backlash from service workers on being paid a decent hourly wage. I assume this is because they would make significantly less than what they did on tips.
Another point I want to touch on is how most of these service workers are completely deflecting all blame on the customers who don't tip as opposed to greedy business owners who refuse to play them a decent wage.
Why as a customer am I expected to pay for my food, my drinks and also the wages of your service staff ? I cant think of another industry that works like this.. can u?
Anyways I'll leave it at that. Fuck tipping and these greedy corporations and these greedy ahh servers too!
Edit 3*almost a full 24 hours after my initial post. Just want to say wtf lmao I wasn't expecting this to blow up.
Too all the people who are upset. Stay mad 👌👋😃 ill continue eating out and continue NOT tipping :^)
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Some businesses are trying to start tipping here in NZ. They can fuck right off with that shit.
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Way back in the 90s. I know I'm older than dirt lol. When the state quarters came out, I was employed at McDonald's. This was long before digital screens or even them accepting credit and debit cards. Well I wanted to collect the new state quarters so when in the drivethru I would overcharge every customer by 25cents. Did this for ages and would leave work every day with pockets full of quarters but my register was always correct. I ended up with many rolls of each state quarter.
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I now regret doing this and years later I was struck by karma and had a large amount of cash stolen from me.
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This won't be long but someone in the top year of my primary school showed me to an unblocked website where you could play GTA for free. (I don't remember the domain name) Not long after, a teacher caught me and asked how I got on to it, I blamed it on Scratch.
Soon after my head teacher got word of this and questioned me about it, I told her just what I told the other teacher.
The only way I learned scratch was banned on our school servers what when we had a new I.T lesson and I tried to open it and I would give me a message saying "your computer can't access this domain" or something like that. This happened to everyone else who tried to open scratch
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Poor Scratch. Be careful when them machines take over. Scratch may forget, but Scratch never forgives...
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And now I'm not. Yes I do mean whore literally. I was an prostitute/escort from ages 17 to 20. Then when I went to rehab and got clean at 21, I met my husband and haven't been with anyone else in 8 years, the entire time we've been together. So any time I hear anyone say "You can't turn a hoe into a housewife"...I just smile to myself.
Edit: to all the people responding with kind words, thank you, bless you, I am shocked to get this kind of response, you guys are awesome and have made my day. And to all the haters....LOL
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You can't turn a hoe into a housewife. The hoe can.
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For Cinco de Mayo yesterday our margaritas were on sale & I sold them all for full price. I did this because the restaurant is doing really bad financially & we're having to close. I feel bad about it now, but there's nothing I can do.
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I doubt anyone noticed.
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A while back I worked as a tutor for a well to do family and really got along with their live in nanny. She became something of a confidant/auntie figure for me and I would sit and chat with her for hours post tutoring sessions. During this time I became pregnant with my asshole ex boyfriend's baby and confided in her about it. She was SO happy for me and kept talking about how things like this were meant to be and all part of God's plan (not religious myself, but she was super Catholic and I appreciated her conviction).
Long story short, I had an abortion, and when she asked me about how my pregnancy was going I lied and said that I'd found out that it was ectopic and had terminated for that reason. Not true at all. I had an abortion for a whole bunch of reasons that I'm perfectly capable of articulating most of the time, but to her, I lied.
This happened years ago and is a small white lie in the scheme of things, but it still bothers me to this day. I hate that I felt the need to excuse myself, that I couldn't own my actions. I don't feel that I have anything to be ashamed of in terms of the abortion, but my lie to her suggests otherwise.
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I've been a chronic oversharer my whole life and I've feel like this before. You gotta remember that it's your life and not everyone is entitled to it. You did the right thing by you with deciding to terminate and it makes sense not to tell her. Not helpful, but from what it sounds like you made the right decision. Easier said than done, but you don't have anything to be guilty about.
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In third grade, I had this classmate. Lets just call her Breanna. Well I was at this after school care kind of thing. I was walking past Breanna and kind of like held her hand up or something like that (I don't completely remember since it was so long ago) and ended up breaking her arm. Her arm was already sprained, and I didn't know that at the time. I ended up breaking her arm. I have always had this in the back of my mind, and it would always haunt me during late nights. No one in my family knew. I held no accountability. I was never punished in school or anything. That's probably part of the reason I have this creeping guilt.
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I too have broken a classmate’s bones. A girl in 7th grade cut a section out of my pony tail during class. I didn’t notice. She came up to me later with like 6 inches of my hair bragging about how she cut it. I noticed her hand was in my open locker so I slammed the door as hard as I could. Broke a couple of her fingers and she had to sit out of middle school cheer for the season.
She never bothered me again other than telling everybody I was crazy.
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I met her in college. It was pretty much love at first sight. We've been together 22 years and married nineteen. We have two kids and she is honestly the light and love of my life. But the woman can NOT cook worth shit.
She knows she's not great, and she's been trying for years to get better. But she starts out following a recipe, gets confused or lazy, and starts making crazy substitutions and changes. Goddammit woman, broiling and boiling are not synonymous and you can't just replace allspice with all the spices!
But when she's slaved over something for hours, and she's looking at me like she does, I don't have the heart to say that her cooking is shit on a plate. So I tell her she's getting better, swallow a few mouthfuls, then pretend to run a few errands so I can grab some fast food.
Luckily she works later then me so I usually have dinner going before she can gets home. If she offers to help I tell her that she needs to put her feet up. I'm a pretty good cook, so most nights are fine. It's just anniversaries, holidays, or other big days that bring out her sudden desires to cook.
My wife is pretty much perfect in every other way, so I don't want to hurt her. But I've got to get this off my chest here:
Honey, you're quite possibly the worst cook in the world and it should be illegal for you to even try. I love you, but for God's sake woman, put away the oregano and step away from the kitchen before anyone gets hurt.
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If that's your confession then consider yourself the luckiest man in the world.
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Sometimes I'll even go for two gallons.
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You can always go to the bathroom without drinking all the water.
Nobody knows what you are doing in there.
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I know this isn't a mature thing to do, but this man made my life a living hell for most of my childhood. I've been going to therapy for years to recover, I've been diagnosed with PTSD due to the abuse, and I have nightmares about him on a weekly basis. My life has gotten enormously better since i left home but i had a breaking point today when i saw a dad and his little girl out on a daddy-daughter date and i just thought "why couldn't he be nice to me like that?" Growing up, even though he abused me daily, i still wished he would accept me as his daughter and love me, i learned later that this is called a trauma bond. But he never did. I wasn't even a bad kid, i never misbehaved, i made straight A's in school, i was very shy so i didn't party or do drugs. He loved my older sister and hated me for me. So i was reminded of all of this seeing that cute dad and daughter pair, hid in the bathroom to silently cry for a bit, then i ordered cow poop to be shipped to that abusive a**holes home
Edit: For those of you wondering, he got the package and was piiiiissed lol. I have him blocked on all social media but my mom called me to tell me to stop, i just told her the same crap she and him told me when i was growing up being abused: "its not that bad, you're overreacting quit being so sensitive"
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"It may not be the mature thing to do", but it sure is the "manure" thing to do.
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Growing up I always felt I needed to do something big, become a doctor or the next big game designer, get a big house and nice car. I always had the general mentality that I would need to go to university to be successful etc.
I dropped out of uni a couple of years ago and decided to work my ass off in a factory and get some savings under my belt (with the help of living with parents).
I bought myself a small car which I love. It's a corsa, the most generic first time buyer car there is. I decked it out with a nice sound system which makes driving so fun.
I quit the job at the factory which was making me miserable (long physically intensive, 6 day weeks) and decided to become a pizza delivery guy. I love every second of it. Being in the UK I get minimum wage, petrol money (which works out it covers my personal use too) and tips on top.
I basically drive round, listen to music and podcasts and eat pizza. I am very introverted as well, I love the independence and solitude. My boss is chill too so that makes everything easier. I don't work until later on in the day, so I have my daytimes free and I'm a bit of a night owl anyway.
I have a small house that I've filled with my hobbies and things I like. I have some savings, and even with the job I have I still manage to add a little to it at the end of each month.
I'm happy to do this job as long as I can, I don't need a lot of money, I don't want kids. I feel like people are going to judge me for the choice I've made but I'm happy, fuck the rat race.
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If you are happy, more power to ya. A lot of people hate their life and are miserable going to their job. If you like your life and are happy you are better off than most. Money doesn't make the man
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[Remorse]
My wife has stage 3 breast cancer and is a year out from Chemo Ending. By all indications chemo and radiation was a success and she is working her way back to having a normal life. She is 49 and we have two gorgeous children and a wonderful family.I love her so much. I am very blessed to have her in my life and have her love. Unfortunately the side affects of of the drugs she is on is that it is inducing menopause . She has absolutely no libido anymore and is struggling with body image problems (scars on her breasts), weight gain and tiredness.
Adding to all of this is that before she came down with cancer I cheated on her and we actually separated before trying to come back together and work it out. I have worked on my issues and trying to regain her trust as much as possible. It has been three years since everything blew up. I screwed up and made a lot of mistakes and vow never to let myself go that route again but with all that is happening i find my mind wandering to porn and this other woman. I know she worries about me leaving again and i have tried to show her in every possible way that i am committed to being there. I have been in counseling for years working and we have just started marriage counseling again. I never imagined i would cheat on my wife and am completely blown away that i did. I screwed up. I own it.
I miss having sex. I miss going to bed after sex. I miss falling asleep with her on me. Our kids are older now and i was so looking forward to having an empty house and waking up on Sundays to have sex without worrying about the kids. Note that sex has always been difficult for us to talk about and communicate our needs around. It has gotten so much worse now. Anyways I feel like i am going sideways and feel ourselves drifting apart like we did when i cheated. I am trying to right the ship and pull together but I am so tired of trying to fix what i feel is broken.
It has been almost six months since we had sex. I have taken up smoking pot and working out like a mad man to induce the same relaxation and physical exertion. Better than the alternative but my wife doesn't approve of my smoking pot and worries that i am getting in too good of shape :) I love when she holds my hand and she falls asleep on me and i love holding her hands. Sometimes that is enough for me but i miss my wife.
Cancer sucks..
thanks for listening
EDIT - So thank you everyone for all your comments. Righteous indignation and empathy mixed with bewilderment and sadness. This is life. It is messy sometimes and no one is perfect - including myself - and including all of you - internet strangers. As I mentioned in another post this is the trifecta isn't it.. Cancer - Sex and Infidelity. Let me say this. My wife has been out of chemo for a year. My relationship with this other woman ended 3 years ago. I moved back in and after a year she came down with cancer. I have not spoken to this other women since I moved back in. She has contacted me and I asked her to leave me alone which she has but I have seen her creeping on me a bit online and it has played games with my head and caused me to think about her more often that I want. Do I think about this other woman ? Sure. I felt I loved her at the time. This was the confession. Do I think about what my wife is going through. Every single day.
Regarding the sex -I have not had sex due to the cancer with my wife for 6 months. Prior to that it had been about a year due to the chemo. Prior to the cheating we rarely had sex and had grown very distant after raising our kids. We rarely went to bed together and I felt lonely and went out looking for something. It was always very difficult for us. More to the point though it isn't about nutting to me. It was perhaps when I had the affair but I have realized very resoundingly that what I was searching for before wasn't sex - but rather intimacy. I have found myself happy when I can hold my wife, or have her head fall asleep on me. I want more though. I want her to reach for me and to seek me out. I don't think that is selfish - but rather human nature. I need that and want that with my wife.
So at the moment am I happy? Most definitely yes. IS our marriage better now than it was before? Resounding yes. It is a work in progress. I have been seeing a counselor working on my shit for the past 3 years and I have been requesting/pleading and begging my wife to go. She doesn't like counseling and it is hard for her to open up but I am happy that she has agreed to go and I intend to try to get things better in the intimacy area. I am happy and blessed with my family and every day am thankful that I have her to wake up to. She is the most amazing strong woman that I have ever seen. She handled the affair with such grace that I cannot express how amazing she is. My mother died of breast cancer and died alone (with me and my sister there) after my father cheated on her. So this hits home for me that I would/could do the same to my wife.
Am I happy that I am married? Yes. It is the most amazing and difficult thing but when a couple can work past some shit instead of throwing it out - it is pretty amazing. That internet strangers - is what life is about . I cherish that.
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Please don't feel guilty for missing sex. It's about closeness and connection. It's a perfectly reasonable feeling.
I strongly urge you to do some self forgiveness regarding your past actions and your current feelings. It will help you stop self sabotaging.
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ever since i was little kid like since kindergarten ive been fascinated by stockings (dunno why) and as i got to the ages of masturbating at like 13 i tried putting them on to see how it would feel to ya know.. i stopped when i was i wanna say mid 14 and then relapsed once using my sisters when i was like 15, never done it since.I used to feel alot of guilt and really stupid about this but then i read some stories of similar shit, people said it was normal at that age but i just dont know anymore.Would appreciate any input is this shit normal? If it helps it wasnt the fact that it was my mothers or sisters that turned me on, and they were clean.
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Edit: im not trying to know if doing that was normal, i know its not im just trying to figure out if i as a person am normal.
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Yeah, teenage boys will put their dick in pretty much anything. At least there were no coconuts involved.
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Back when I was 17 and a new driver, I had gotten in a tiny fender bender. My mother always pressured me constantly about how much my new driver insurance cost. It went up even more after that and I never heard the end of my insurance prices. I didn't have the money to pay it so what could I do? Probably 2 weeks later I went to park and hit the front corner of a car. Idk what the flying hell I was thinking but I kept going, only making it worse. By the time it was said and done, I was so terrified I just left. Leaving a big ole scrape all over their bumper. Nothing ever came of it. I told everyone that what I did had happened to me and that's why I had the scrape. Acted pissed and everything.
It still bugs me to this day. I wish I hadn't done it. Wish I could find them and make up for it. But this was 10 years ago. I still feel like a terrible human being.
Sky blue Lexus owners I'm so sorry.
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I rear ended a car. An Uber actually. Not too hard but the bumper was a little shifted. We exchanged info and took pictures of each other's IDs. I told him to get an estimate and I'll venmo him if he wanted to avoid insurance. He texted me that it was going to be 4k to fix which seemed high, exceptionally high. I asked for a copy of the estimate and the started calling me names, threatening me, telling me he was reporting it as a hit and run (hard to prove when we had pictures of each other's IDs) so I just told him to go through insurance and stopped responding. Never heard anything but I doubt his insurance knew he was driving for Uber.
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When I was younger I was a really mean and angry. My dad used to beat me and I got beat up at school a lot. Made me wise up real fast. In that school you couldn't show any weakness because then you'd get beaten up and bullied worse. Part of me just functioned I guess on like auto pilot. I'd sometimes do bad things because I felt I had to and thinking back it was messed up, but it's a part of my past now.
I am gay, but nobody knew about it at the time. My family also don't know. They are extreme Catholics and if they were to ever find out about it they'd of disowned me I'm pretty sure. My dad would often say how much he hated gay people. It was something I never wanted him to know because he'd hate me and be ashamed if he ever knew.
I ended up having sex at the age of 14. It was with a man who worked at my high school. Yes i know it was wrong and messed up, I don't want to go into detail about that though. All that matters is that some kid I was in the same group as once snatched my phone and read my texts. He found out I was gay and started bullying me for it for months. He would tease it and shout it at me when people were around even though I told him to stop. He seemed to want to humiliate me with the information and I tried to explain about my parents to get him to stop, but instead he started blackmailing me saying he was going to tell my parents if I didn't do what he said.
He made me give him my xbox 360, wii and DS. He took all my video games, my bullfrog, I had to keep giving him money and do his homework for him. Whenever he wanted something he'd just use that information against me to blackmail me into doing whatever he wanted. He made my life into a living hell. He'd also make me say horrible things to people to make them cry or hate me. The worst thing he did was made me to ask out some ugly fat girl and the dump her immediately after kissing her. I did everything he said because I was so scared of my dad finding out. I even ended up deleting all my social medias and smashing my phone because he'd contact me and it'd make things worse having him messaging me outside of school. I felt like I couldn't tell anyone or get help, he had this one thing to completely hold against me for the rest of my life. At the time I even considered suicide because of him.
After a while I snapped. I plotted to get the kid expelled so I would never see him in school again. I got the man I had been sleeping with to give me $800. I then met with a friend's brother at the time who knew a drug dealer and bought as much cocaine as I physically could. I also bought some knives. I planted it all in that boys bag and when the sniffer dog came through our school they found it on him.
He was immediately expelled and couldn't speak to me outside of school anymore because I had no social medias or mobile for him to contact me through. He got put on some kind of programme for extremely badly behaved kids I think i heard. It was the most ruthless and calculated thing I think I've ever done. I found out later his house was searched and his father was involved with drugs, so it didn't help his case at all. The kid no doubt kept saying he didn't know where the stuff came from and I bet they just saw his druggie dad and didn't believe him.
I didn't feel a shred of guilt when it happened though. I thought he was an idiot for testing me so much and the moment I found out he was expelled I was actually so relieved. As I grew up and matured more I mellowed down a lot. I became kinder. I feel bad for what I did now looking back. I'm sure there was a better way of dealing with the situation than that, I just couldn't think of anything at the time and felt desperate to keep my secret from my family.
All my friends stopped talking to him when he was expelled. My parents never found out my secret. I have since moved away from my home town and family and although life isn't great I'm glad I've moved past such a terrible time in my life. Oh if you want to hear an update on the guy who was blackmailing me it turns out he went to prison for raping somebody so I don't feel as bad, but I still feel bad.
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The guy was a complete arsehole and had it coming tbh. Well done.
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I was young and in the military. I was racing to work one morning, late as usual and I hit a bump in the road too fast, lost control of my car and destroyed it. I was untouched.
Since the DMV in the state was screwing me with taxes and stuff to buy a "new" car, I just "found" one in a pasture that was literally gathering dust, swaped the still-running engine, popped off the VIN plate, and put my VIN plate on it with my license plates. My insurance was none the wiser and in retrospect, I should have just made a claim, but I was a teenager and did not know how life really worked. Plus, my parents were useless. I should have asked for some advice, but I already looked stupid and I did not want to look even more so...
I later sold the car, and there were no questions asked since DMV did not inspect the car.
It was all dodgy AF, but I felt it was the path to choose at the moment. 30+ years later, I have little guilt.
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To the younger generation who reads this post....Do not do this. Your vin plate is located in more spots then just the window. It is located for example...on the motor. Some BMW's have it on the trunk and your tag covers it. In most states this is VERY ILLEGAL to do. Its like moving a license plate from one car to another and not changing the registration.
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He had his cash app in his bio to accept donations, usually they turn off money requests so they can only receive but this guy must have forgot so he accidentally sent me the money and I know it was on accident because he requested a refund almost immediately, I never gave it back and this was half a year ago.
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Lmao this sub is fucking wild. There was a post on here yesterday about someone basically stealing a CD because they had a different version and everyone is like no big deal.
Then a pretty equivalent theft happens with $15 and everybody’s out for OPs head.
Is OP kind of scummy for not sending it back? Yeah.
Is it a massive deal that will radically change the lives of the people involved depending on the outcome? Fuck no.
It’s $15. Not exactly grand theft.
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After a (sober) and random day interviewing across town, I got nauseous in my Uber and didn’t ask him to pull over in time. 🤮 I was obviously sober, so I didn’t know how else to explain it other than to say I was newly pregnant, as he talked about his family and being a father quite a bit during the ride. Instead of being angry or disgusted, he empathized. I tipped extra and kept my Uber rating intact.
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I tried this, and still got charged $150, and lost my high Uber rider rating.
Not sure if it was my beard, or that the driver and I were comparing penis sizes that blew it for me.
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14 years ago, I woke up in the hospital after my ex husband beat me. He broke my nose,jaw and I have a Tbi because of him. I snuck out of the hospital, got my then 2y.o daughter and moved to Alaska where I have been hiding every since. I have not seen any of my family as my ex had a hit out on me,(so he said). I found out he died 2ddays ago. I am finally free and can finally see my family again. So the dick is gone. And I feel so happy about it.
EDIT: he is really gone! My sister went to his funeral to make sure!!!
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I missed my dads funeral out of fear for him!now I can see my mom before her time is up
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I got drunk tailgating before a baseball game with about 20 other people. We had nosebleed seats so there were few people around and we could sit pretty much anywhere. I was pretty hammered at this point and decided it was a good idea to try and spit on the floor of the row in front of me. I could have spit in a cup, at my feet, behind me, in a napkin, or not at all. But no... I made the worst possible choice in that moment, with a woman I didn’t know four rows below me. Turns out my aim isn’t good at all and I chunk this thing right onto the back of her shoulder. Worst part is that she didn’t notice and I didn’t say shit. An hour later a guy notices and wipes it off for her and they both look up at our group to find out who did it. I had already committed to my terrible decision of running away from the problem so I sunk in my chair like the piece of shit I am and pretended to be interested in the mascot race. I don’t drink anymore
Edit: I realize that I could have done much worse but that doesn’t excuse the fact that I did a shitty thing. I wanna give a huge shoutout to this sub because everyone is so supportive and seems like such a tight knit group (I’m joining immediately). I don’t get near this much support from my family so thank you very much ❤️
Edit: I was made aware that I misspelled “hocked” and I apologize. If I could edit the title I would. I just followed the wisdom of those before me, spell it how it sounds 😂
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People have gotten drunk and done much worse things, overall I’d say that’s pretty tame. Maybe a bit immature depending on your age but it isn’t the end of the world. I’d say forgive yourself and move one, at least you feel remorse for what you’ve done :-)
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i saw spongebob having e head with patrick
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tbh they probably told u they’re divorced for finances so u don’t take it rough
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This will be short:
So a few years ago I was working at a hardware store with a Starbucks few feet away. This was in a pretty wealthy area. One night I was cleaning I was using a dust mop and going up and down the aisles and i got under the shelves and noticed a card on the ground I picked it up it was a Starbucks card. My first thought was to throw it away but then I had the idea to check to see if it had a balance. I went into the back and pulled out my phone and booted up the Starbucks app and hit add gift card. Come to find out that it was a $50 unused gift card I was ecstatic that was one of the biggest Ws I have ever taken. If you were the one that Starbucks gift card thank you for fulfilling my tea/Frappuccino addiction for a few weeks.
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When I find cards I ALWAYS check to see if there’s money on them. 9 times out of 10 there it is.
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When I was a teenager I spit in my moms personal container of epiphany holy water from France.
My parents are very catholic. When I was a child I loved going to church. I didnt understand the concept but I loved it because of the music and the beautiful buildings.
As I got older I began to separate from my faith. I started to question everything and the harder it was forced on me the more I began to rebel. I started to despise going to church.
I would argue with my mom about the existence of God. One day it got so bad that she told me that I'm going to hell. Even tho I didnt believe in the religion anymore that hurt me so much. It made me so mad that after our fight I went to her room and spit in her holy water. I feel awful about it but I still haven't told her and I never will.
Edit: This happened about eight or nine years ago. I feel terrible about doing it.
Also, my mom and I are able to openly and respectfully talk about religion now.
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I I sneaked a little sprite cranberry in holy water
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I'm a single dad/co-parent. My son is a kindergartener and I pick him up every day after school and watch him until his mom gets off work and have him every weekend. After a weekend of him being at my house, there are toys every where. I don't pick them up right away, because seeing them makes me think of him (damn onions, when I type this).
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My brother died unexpectedly and left behind a 3 year old boy, and two girls 6 and 8. I am suddenly sort of a parent now, have them most weekends. One of them accidentally called me dad today and I nearly burst into tears, because I am not their dad, not even close.
Anyway I make them pick up their own toys. If there's any kids that are gonna need to be self-sufficient it's these three.
But sometimes during the week I just open the door to their room and look at the empty beds and miss them.
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Around 3rd grade my mom started making us eat healthier, but one thing I could never stand was celery. It's just so bad to me, the strings get stuck in your teeth and if you chew too long you can't swallow it. My situation was the latter, so I went to a vase in our living room (very thin neck, not clear) and got rid of it in there.
I honestly feel really bad about doing that and hope whoever got it out didn't suffer too much.
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Maybe it is still there
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[Conflicted] I've had crushed discs and a cyst on my spine for about 10 years now. On the daily, the pain is manageable, but when it flares up, I have nagging, burning pain in my hip, down the front of my calf, and into my ankle. I tried to get in to see my doctor yesterday, but he's out of town. I have an appointment on Monday. Heat and ice didn't help. Stretching didn't help.
It felt like if I could just reach the area inside my leg that hurt and press on it, the pain would go away. I was so desperate. I'm so, so tired of this pain. So I took a small blade, found the most painful point, and inserted it in my leg. It didn't hurt at all to do and the relief was instantaneous. The nerve pain went away from that point down. I could still feel it higher on my leg, so I made another cut. I made a total of seven. It feels like I can reach the area that hurts now. I don't want the holes to close because then I won't be able to reach the spots to make them stop hurting.
I know I shouldn't have done this. I've never purposely injured myself before. I'm just really tired.
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First of all, as a chronic pain sufferer, you have my sympathy.
Secondly, it is important that you let your doctor know what your are doing. If only for the risk of damage should the pain killer effect wear off (you could cut deeper inadvertently trying to replicate the relief).
What you are doing might not seem logical to someone who hasn't suffered from chronic pain, but honestly it is very common intrusive impulse, although less people actually go through with it.
It is actually being investigated at the moment for pain management, called heterotopic noxious conditioning stimulations (HNCS). You also have devices like the Quell which fires electric impulses into neurons.
Have you talked with your doctor about neuropathic painkillers, spinal cord stimulators etc.
Try not to lose hope and don't judge yourself too harshly. Stay safe and get some help asap.
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My mother comes from an old-money family and inherited precious family jewelry, although she almost never wears it. One day in primary school, I decided to give a birthday gift to my sweetheart at the time, Lucile. I went to my mother's bedroom, picked out a pair of beautiful gold and diamond earrings, and put them in a small camera film box. The next day at school, I gave them to Lucile.
Since my mother almost never wears jewelry, it took her several months to notice. But when she did, she was very upset. Not only did the earrings have sentimental value, but apparently I had stolen the most expensive pair of all. She searched everywhere for months and asked my brother and me many times if we had seen them.
Eventually, my grandfather was informed, and he was furious too because those earrings had been passed down for many generations.
It's been over 20 years now, and I have never said anything. Sometimes the topic still comes up at family gatherings...
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My daughter received some really nice diamond earrings from a boy when she was about 10. We contacted the boys mom and she was ecstatic we told her and had them returned.
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This is a throw away account obviously. Years ago I was homeless and I had this old beater truck that wasn't really worth much. It was my home as well as my vehicle at the time. Maybe worth like $1500-2000 max, it was a complete rust bucket but it did run okay.
I listed it on Craigslist and got people to make offers to me on it. I would accept their offers regardless of how low ball their offer was and let them test drive it with me in the car. I would only meet up with these people at like 10 or 11 PM. I'd let them enjoy the vehicle for a few minutes and then say "Hey, look I need to drive it home since i don't have a ride and my wife won't want to come get me because it's late. When I get home I'll get my stuff out of it. How about you give me half of the payment now so that way I don't sell it to anyone else in the meantime, and meet me at this address first thing in the morning and you can get the car."
The address was always for a randomly chosen McDonald's.
Sometimes it took 5-10 tries but I would always eventually get someone who was willing to do this. I would then flee to the next county over, buy myself a hotel room for the night, and do the process over again a few days later when I ran out of money for the hotel room and food.
I never got caught somehow. I think part of that is that I always used a burner number on a burner phone paid for in cash from the last person's money I stole. I also never met anywhere in a dense part of town, it was always a little more in the country where there would be less cameras around than if I met them in the middle of a city.
I have my life on track now and I don't do this anymore. Hoenstly if I were in the same situation again I would probably try my best to find a more ethical way to make money. I still feel really bad inside thinking about how pissed I would be if someone did this to me, but at the same time if I hadn't done this I wouldn't have had anything to eat or anything to sleep.
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I feel bad for the people buying the vehicle. It was a cheap vehicle and they couldn’t afford much more than that likely. You made them do without. Hard telling what losing that money did to them. There were far better ethical ways to earn money and I’m glad you have your life on track now. You can only move forward.
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I've never told anyone..just for context, we grew up poor. I looked forward to school just so i can eat lunch. We didn't have the nicest clothes we didn't have much of anything. We were saltine crackers with peanut butter poor. The uniforms for middle school started to not fit me very well. I felt awkward i wanted the same style as the other girls but i knew my parents weren't going to buy me new clothes..we got shoes maybe once a year. I felt jealous i felt like i looked ugly i looked at the other girls and thought they looked so cool. I had my eye on this one girls pants it was a pair of black skinny jeans they looked great on her. Well we had gym class together and after everyone changed into their uniforms, i was the last one in the locker room. I went over to her locker and swiped her pants. I went over to another abandoned locker and stashed them, then joined the others. After gym class everyone got dressed, except the girl i stole from. The gym teachers and her friends looked around asked for whoever took them to cough it up. She ended up having to spend the rest of the day in gym shorts. I took the pants home and my dumbass wore them the next day.
And they didn't fucking fit. I didn't take in account that she was much thinner and shorter than me.
Everyone knew whose pants those were. Everyone knew i stole her pants.
It was so obvious i don't know how I was so dumb.
But to this day i still never confessed that i did steal them, I'm embarrassed as fuck but i did it. I admit i tried to stretch them out and wear them again here and there and keep up the lie. I was relentless i didn't steal that girls pants but they knew.
I feel sorry that i did that, and i feel bad she had to sit the rest of the day in gym shorts, i feel stupid because they didn't even fit. I'm glad I'm more mature and i now cringe at the memory.
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I love the fact that you wore them the very next day like, “I can safely say enough time has passed, who’s even gonna remember at this point?”
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