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My principal took 5 bucks from me, when I was in 4th grade. He took it because some dumbass rich girl lost the 5 dollars that her parents gave her everyday to buy shit at the school store and my mom happen to have given me 5 dollars for the school store that day. And he assumed I took it.
Since that moment, I've stole from the school store every opportunity I could because I was never given my money back. I became Judge, Jury, and Executioner and I feel no pity for the erasers I took.
I only stopped senior year because I was worried that me being 18 and getting caught could result in me going to jail. (idk I'm just paranoid like that)
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Chaotic Petty. I would do the same damn thing
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So I grew up in a small town with a small school system (250 graduates) and there had been one kid that plagued me practically 5th grade to senior year. He was mean, dismissive, and always made a point to put me down or call me stupid. Anyways through a friend of a friend of a damn friend I found out this kid had an edgy ass tumblr account.
MFW: https://goo.gl/images/LLwMWt
The night of this discovery, I hatched a plan. I made a fake tumblr account calling myself Stacy (it’s not my name) and saying I was from California (it feels like everyone’s from there) and posting typical girl tumblr stuff, getting followers, etc.
I basically spent a week concocting and grooming this fake account of mine - there couldn’t be any flaws.
Once I felt like my mask had been adequately made I popped him a PM
“Hey I like your profile pic, is that you? ;-)”
I waited for what seemed like hours, checking and rechecking my account to make sure there was absolutely no way he can tell it was me. Suddenly, my inbox notification lit up:
“Yeah, wanna see more ;-)”
Success.
For the next few days I had texted this kid, digging into his personal life and his secrets, trying to find anything that would give me a leg up on him. It didn’t take long for him to get comfortable with an anonymous girl with the thirst he had, and things started to get....fuzzy.
I’ll never forget it. I was up in bed, getting a little sleepy, when he messages me:
“Hey can I ask you a question?”
Hm okay. I respond “Sure, go for it”
He takes a while to type but finally it comes out:
“Do u got any fetishes?”
I look at the time - 1 a.m.
Ah yes, the peak thirst hour
Though I was feeling a little uncomfortable to be discussing this with a greasy fellow I knew, I decided to trek on.
Thinking of the first fetish that comes to mind, I quickly respond “Ya I love tentacle porn”
Without hesitation he responds “Oh..here’s mine..” and links me to his alt tumblr account: Pages upon pages of drawn furry porn, gifs of people screwing animals (actual animals guys) and even a few pictures of him in cat ears and a tail. To say the least, I was shocked, and it almost hurt to look.
After that I never responded. He continued to send me a few frantic messages but stopped after a few days. In school I struggled sitting across from him, knowing of the secret alias he lead.
I had uncovered a goldmine of blackmail, but with such a prize came the curse of having to bear the knowledge that this kid wanted to screw animorphs and horses.
In the end, it was too cringey to even blackmail him with it, let alone tell anyone else about it. I just couldn’t go through the awkward exchange that would be telling him it was me the whole time, and then have to go to school with him for another year. And when you think about it, we both kind of lost there.
But I don’t care.
Screw you, Kyle, you were mean and I’ve seen those weird ass pics of you and your fetish
TL;DR: Kid was mean, made account to catfish, uncovered dark furry secret, didn’t tell anyone in end
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So I have a friend who went to high school in a tiny town in the Midwest. There was a guy at his school that everyone refers to as “goat boy” because his sister walked into their barn one night to discover him screwing a goat. A GOAT. And worse? The goats legs were in the guys boots so it couldn’t get away which probably means it wasn’t the first time. So gross. So cringey. Apparently no one liked him and even some of the teachers called him goat boy.
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i hear stories like this a lot but i wasn’t even that young, 14-15 and over the course of 2 years i spent $2000 on riot points. fucking stupid of me. the card was linked to my acc and ten dollars there twenty here hundred there and boom $2000.
mom and dad i’m sorry
edit: ok i didn’t think this would blow up. i know it’s a horrible thing to do but have y’all been on the rest of this subreddit?
this was 4 years ago. i still play league, stopped spending their money obviously. i’ve worked many part time jobs and now i make money on the side streaming. i want to pay them back but i don’t want to bring something up that happened 4 years back if they didn’t notice/ chose to ignore, will probably save up to get them something nice on their birthday since they happen to share one.
also i’m not in iron
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Holy fuck. You must have literally every champ and skin in the game.
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Back when I was around 8 or 9 I had gotten curious about a lot of things, sexuality being one of them. However, me being a child and now knowing much about search history, and the fact we only had one big family computer, I didn't know how to properly act on this curiosity.
One sunny day my parents and sisters weren't home and my brothers were asleep and I decided that this was the day.
I would see my first boob.
As I typed all kinds of synonyms into the search bar I quickly learned there was a filter on the results for children, leaving me boobless, but I also quickly learned to take the filter off, and I got to see the boobies. I scrolled a little, typed in specific kinds of boobies, the usual. When I was done viewing them I quickly closed all tabs, played some Barbie dress up, and went on my way to my room.
Later that day I hear an argument in the living room. My mom is scolding my brothers. I was only able to make out that she was telling them "do not EVER do that on the computer downstairs" "what were you thinking??" "What if the girls(me and my sisters) saw??". All the while my brothers were constantly denying it.
I quickly realised what was going on. I peaked my head inside the room and asked what was going on and my mom quickly told me "nothing", and that I should just go to my room. This confirmed it even more. Knowing I had just dodged a bullet, I obliged.
My mom saw the search history and assumed my adult brothers were more likely to look up that kind of stuff than her angelic young daughters, and though I definitely agree that my brothers probably consumed that kind of media as well, I am pretty sure they were knowledgeable enough to actually delete their search history after.
I will never ask them if they suspected one of us, I will never know if they knew, but something in me knows they knew. I also know they wouldn't be mad knowing all of it was to see some boobies. They would understand.
Do I feel bad they got scolded? Yes. Would 8 year old me do it again? Probably.
Anyways if you read this I'm sorry bros
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Reminds me of when I tried to look up "fagina" in my elementary school dictionary. I didn't find it!
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This is my first year at school and I thought that I could do it but I just kept ignoring all my schedules and have stayed home in my apartment almost every day and only go out at night. Mostly it is because I am extremely mentally ill now, I think more of psychosis than depression. But I can’t tell my parents why I am like that because I would have to do an insane amount of explaining.
I am wasting my money and everyone else’s time but I can’t seem to get it together. I had insanely good grades in highschool too and I feel like this would be far to unexpected for my parents to believe without any further explanations.
I’m thinking about dropping out but I’d have to find another place to live because they only let students live in my place so I would have to sublet to another student. I have like one “boyfriend” from high school I could stay with at his other house he has near my school but I don’t know if this would make my life better or worse.
I feel like an absolute let down and like I just wasted one of the biggest priveleges and opportunities in life.
Edit: I really appreciate all the response but I feel like I’ve misconstrued some things. I am not stressed about the actual schoolwork i actually took a summer semester and I did very well and got mostly 90s. I don’t want to sound arrogant but my problem is more my mental health, I am dealing with issues of sexual assault and old relationships etc. I really do appreciate all the motivation and advice :)
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Most colleges have mental health services. Talk to them. After that, talk to your parents. It's worse to avoid it. You can turn it around more easily than you think, but it is hard to see that sometimes. Good luck.
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So. Yeah. That happened. I am a 24 year old female and my brother is 27.
Around 2 years ago when I first joined Reddit on my old account I posted to NSFW subreddits a lot. I am fairly confident in my body and didn’t mind showing it off at the time. Now that I have a boyfriend, however, my tune has changed on that subject matter.
I’d post at least twice a day and get a bunch of messages. One guy kept commenting and messaging me, telling me I was sexy and how much he loved my body. For some reason I kept talking to him and we basically developed a sexual relationship and sexted all the time, but we never showed our faces. He was very nice and sweet to me even when we weren’t talking about sex. Keep in mind that I was always very private about my identity because I didn’t want anyone to blackmail me.
I even made up a name and location as to where I lived. I thought it was a bit weird that this guy had the same name as my brother (although my brother *is* very good looking and 10/10 would bang if he wasn’t my brother) and lived in the same state, but figured it was simply a coincidence.
For his birthday a few months after we met, he sent me a pic of himself without a shirt on and his magic stick erect and told me he wished I was there to suck him off and asked me if I liked the new tattoo he got for his 25th birthday.....
But I was.
In the living room downstairs.
Celebrating my brother’s birthday.
His 25th one.
It was the same tattoo my brother showed me earlier that day.
It was the same bathroom. Same shower curtains. Same hair products. Same perfume. Same toothbrush colors. Same everything.
I was mortified, but I didn’t stop. My brother really is a hot guy and I liked what he had below the equator. I couldn’t help myself, so I continued to sext with him for a few more months until I told him I had gotten a boyfriend and could no longer do that with him. He understood and we went our separate ways.
The worst part? I still touch myself to his pics on occasion.
EDIT: Yes, this is real. As for the people talking about how we didn’t recognize each other by the same house and such, I was in college and lived in a dorm room. It was not the room I had at my parents’ house. My brother has a fairly plain room and sheets. I thought it was normal to have only white, black, and navy sheets. Yes I had seen my brother shirtless before, but I had never seen his dick and he didn’t always show his full body in the pics he’d send.
EDIT 2: We would post the pics on imgur then send the link in private message. It’s quite simple.
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Now that's the kind of fucked up shit I came here for
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Still feel a bit shitty about this one because I don't know what his home life was like and what other ramifications he may have faced.
This was in like 4th grade. We were lined up outside music class and me and this little pipsqueak of a kid were standing right by the fire alarm. I don't think we had ever spoken before that day.
I start laying into him about pulling the fire alarm. I have no clue what possessed me. "Come on, do it. Do it, it'll be so funny. Don't be a baby, just pull it!" It was basically straight out of an anti-drug advert, and I was the big bad guy offering him a joint.
He pulls it, and immediately every teacher is walking out of their classrooms and looking straight at this poor fucker. Everyone knew it was him, but of course we still had to go outside and do the whole drill.
On my way inside I see him being pulled by my homeroom teacher, and she sees me and grabs me too. He had ratted me out.
"Did you tell him to pull the fire alarm?!"
"No ma'am, I said *DONT* pull it. He must have misheard me."
I'm pretty sure she didn't believe me but ultimately it was my word against his, and he was the one who got caught pulling it, so she let me go. He got suspended for like 4 days and I remember him looking very pathetic when he returned. He never talked to me again.
Sorry little dude.
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My sister was in elementary school and jokingly put her hand in the fire alarm and pretended like she was going to pull it, and the person in line next to her freaked and tried to smack her arm away, but only smacked it downand activated the fire alarm.
Her and the other girl both got suspended, but we learned that a false alarm fire drill still requires the fire department to come and check everything, and costs the school alot of money.
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When I was in 4th grade I saw my mom (who was married to my dad) kiss a family friend (also married with kids who went to my school) passionately on the lips at a small house party. I wasn’t too phased by it at the time. I already knew there was something going on between them and as a 4th grader I didn’t really understand what cheating was, or that it was a really big deal in marriages.
I ended up telling my group of friends about it on the playground and I named names. They knew the man as well. They were a very well known, well-loved family.
That night my one friend tells her mom what I said and the next day my mom gets a call asking if it was true. When my mom came into my bedroom to ask me what I had said on the playground, and if I had used the word “affair” (I had) I totally panicked, I could tell from the tone of her voice, the seriousness of it, that I had done something really really bad. I vividly remember the dread I felt about this. I was already afraid of my mother’s anger and rages over small things and this was the worst thing I had ever done. So I lied and said that I hadn’t said anything. That night I remember the massive knot in my stomach from fear and I thought to myself that I wish I didn’t have to wake up the next morning. I was a wreck for weeks. My mom asked me three times if I was sure I was telling the truth, and I said yes all three times.
I learned, after confessing the truth to my mom over 5 years later, in high school, that apparently everyone had believed my story and thought that my friend, the other girl, was just making up stories. I feel so bad to this day when I think of it.
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I’m sorry but fuck your mom for putting you in that situation by asking if it was you. She knew she was caught, what difference would it have made if her own child was the one telling people?
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Throwaway for obvious reasons.
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This is very long, but I need to write it down.
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First off, I'm a drug addict and I have diagnosed Major Depression Disorder and General Anxiety Disorder. I tried to self medicate with my drugs of choice: OTC pills, diphenhydramine (Benadryl) and dextromethorphan (Robitussin.) I could never find a consistent person to buy marijuana from, and when I did, I never really liked the high it gave me. So, I went with OTC drugs. They are everyone and easily accessible. I am psychologically addicted to them.
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For about 10 years, my drug issue has been my issue, it didn't really effect anyone except me. My immediate family knew I was struggling with it, but they would always support me and try to help with my recovery, but six months ago that all changed. You should know that I deserve everything that happened to me.
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It started with losing my friends, I was tripping on roughly 1500mg of dextromethorphan. I ruined a friendship with a great group of people in the blink of an eye. While I was tripping on the 1500mg, I called and left two very creepy and delusional social media voicemails on one of my good friend's sister's account. She literally has no idea who I am, and out of the blue, I leave two delusional sounding voicemails. One was, "Hello! I know you're an expert in the medical field and I would like to pick your brain on an idea that could **revolutionize the medical field.** I know this place **down by the river where we can talk.**" Thinking I left a very well thought out message while tripping out of my mind, I hang up with a beam of self-confidence and pride that I'm going to put this idea into action. ...but ***what the actual fuck***. I know a place *down by the river?* I have an idea that could *revolutionize the medical field*? Who the hell speaks like that to a person that has **zero** idea who I am. In my head, I'm thinking what a great idea I put forward and what a great restaurant down on the riverfront we could discuss it at. It was a quaint little new-age vegan place that prides itself on making food that tastes delicious. I'm not vegan, but I had a date the week before with a woman who is vegan, and I figured I'd try this place. It was actually really good. So, I thought it would be a great place to hit up again.
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She runs to her brother, one of my best friends, about what I said and how I sounded. He messages me to, "get my shit together." And like that, boom, friendship lost; gone, in the blink of an eye. He is one of the most laid back individuals that rarely gets mad or pissed off. But I went too far, *I always go too far,* I brought an unknown individual into my fucked up life, and not only was it an unknown individual, but his sister. What the fuck was I thinking? I wasn't thinking I'm a drug addict. The news quickly spreads around the friend group; we are pretty tight. Or well, we **were** pretty tight. Well actually, they still are a pretty tight group, I'm just kicked out. And it's deserved. I deserved to lose my friends. Good people do not hang around drug addicts and people who make awful decisions. Good people don't enable that behavior; they leave. And that's what they did. They left. I have no one to blame but myself. No more invites to go bowling. No more invites to go to a BBQ. No more invites to hang out and watch a sports game on a random night. It's gone. And it's my fault.
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The interesting thing at this point is that before I messaged his sister on my drug addled, induced, insane brain, I was actually clean for about six months. Not too bad, right? Six months is a long time to be clean for a struggling addict. But it doesn't matter; the first of three strong pillars that I use to lean on is reduced to nothing. I was never "formally" kicked out of our friend group; it was just understood. I know to not come around anymore. I know to seclude myself. I read between the lines. No more chances; no more forgiveness. I crossed the line. I went too far for the last time. And it's my fault. There's no one to blame but me.
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Knowing this, I turn to more drugs, I quit the Robitussin and go back to my favored drug of choice Benadryl. I'm downing a 50 to 100 25mg diphenhydramine pills a day. And this stuff stays in your system for **days.** My eyes are dilated for at least two days. I'm pale, and my skin is flushed. I can't put coherent sentences together, and I sweat like a gross pig. Just drenched at any given moment.
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This is where I lose my family. My family has weekly dinners on Sunday just for us to hang out and catch up from the week. I come over stoned out of my mind for the first time in months, and the first thing my father says to me is, "I'm not going to deal with you when you're like this." He knew immediately. Everyone knew immediately when I walked in. It was left at that, but no one would talk to me, or listen to what I said. I was ignored because they were **not** going to humor a drug addict. I was ignored. I didn't even realize I was being ignored. I kept thinking with the shit overconfidence the drug can give you, that I was great and everything was awesome. Narrator: It wasn't. Two weeks later I notice something, my family has a group chat and all of a sudden they aren't talking in it anymore. I didn't realize that they made a new one, and they made a new one because they don't want a drug addled human around two little nieces and one little nephew. That makes complete sense, right? Get the drug addict out. We don't want him around. Who wants a drug addict around? No one. I only put it together when I showed up randomly on a Sunday, and my mother and father both say, "what are you doing here?" But not in the "Oh, it's nice to see you," but in the "why are you over here stoned? We don't want you here." I replied with, "It's Sunday. We get together on Sundays." And they both just reply, "Oh." The next week was my brother's birthday, and I received a call two days before saying I was more than welcome to come, but that I had to pay my own way at the restaurant. That's a huge red flag. My parents **never** make us pay when we go out to eat as a family. The reason they said I would have to pay is because they were done supporting my addiction. If I was going to get stoned, and come around the family blitzed out of my mind, I was not going to get any of the perks of the family. That makes total sense. For years they've held my hand to try and help me with my drug issue, and they were finally done holding my hand. Something needed to change that showed me they wouldn't deal with my shit anymore. It's a wake-up call for me. It is deserved. I'm not blind to the consequences I'm bearing because of the choices I made. Duh, it's obvious. It makes sense. Maybe, to them, and finally me, it will be the only way they get through to me. Nothing else worked, so maybe this might. On the day of my brother's birthday, I forgot it was his birthday. Usually a text would get sent out to the family group giving everyone a reminder, but remember, they aren't using the family group message I'm in. They made a separate one. They didn't even ask why I didn't show up. I brought it up and said, "Sorry I forgot about your birthday. No one sent me a reminder message." They all just kinda looked at my like, "Oh. Okay." They figured I was high, and you know what, I was high. And why would they want that around? They don't. They are finished. Today is Sunday. They used to put out a reminder text that we will get together today. And they will put out the text, but I won't receive it. I've lost my family due to my own choices. I, just like my friends, will seclude myself from them. It's my punishment; it's my Hell. I deserve it.
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Now, I've lost my friends and my family to due my decisions. I am purposely secluding myself because it's the apt punishment for being the person I am. As a result, I've been doing more and more drugs. I've been going into work the past three weeks stoned. It's obvious; and my coworkers and boss are furious. Though they won't say it to my face. It's a great, hardworking company, but no bullshit as well. It's literally a dream job and position, and I'm shooting myself in the foot. My outside of work decisions are influencing my work. Businesses don't give a shit the reason why you're having a bad time or whatever excuse you can come out with; it's a job and you work. They haven't told me yet, but I can feel the dominoes falling. People are very short with me. I'm ignored. And the big one: My boss holds monthly one-on-one meetings with her subordinates to gauge how they are feeling and how the job is going. Pretty nice, right? However, when I ask, she provides me **zero constructive criticism, and they are taking work away from me.** Those are literally the two biggest red flags that an employee is about to get fired. She also constantly talks about how, "This job may not fit for me," and how "maybe I should look into working a different job." **Fuck.** However, this company is literally my dream job. All I can do is to hopefully repair what little reputation I have left by doing the absolute best I can and working diligently to change my behavior. I have to get lucky; I have to hope I'm given the benefit of the doubt. But I'm literally down to the last straw. It's not outwardly said, but I can read the signs. If it's one thing I know how to do, is how to read people when they are disgusted with me and pissed at me. I'm so used to seeing those micro-expressions on people's faces due to my addiction. Disappointment, anger, disgust. Drug addicts know what those faces look like because they always see those faces. But it's not like I don't deserve it. It's absolutely unacceptable the way I'm behaving in a company that took a chance to invest in me. I can only hope it's not too late.
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I feel myself in my spiral downwards. I'm going to hit soon, and I'm going to hit hard. And there is no one to blame but me. I've already lost my friends and family. I'm most likely going to lose my job. My depression is at an 11/10 right now and thoughts of suicide are roaring through my brain. I'm of age. I can legally purchase a firearm. The only thing that's stopping me is a shred of hope that forgiveness is still possible. I need to get lucky. But there is no reason I deserve that luck. I am what choices I make. And I've made awful choices. I deserve the repercussions that have come and will come from the decisions I made.
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Tl;dr: My drug addiction has finally caught up with me. I've lost my family and friends, and I'll probably lose my job soon. The consequences I receive are in line with what I deserve. There is no one to blame but me.
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Interesting read. I understand the thoughts of suicide and your depression/anxiety, but as a sufferer of the same things I can tell you that despite what you've lost due to your drug abuse, nothing is stopping you from taking the steps to bounce back. Seek therapy and/or rehab, a new job, getting back on your feet and the right people will find their way back into your life. That would be one hell of a success story if you ask me. :)
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[No Regrets]
I don't know how many there are, and I don't remember where they are hidden.
It started so small. It was a simple prank. There is a briefing on the bulletin board that has been hanging there from a thumb tack for as long as I've worked here. It's meant to be very important, but I have never seen anyone so much as glance at it. It's maybe ten pages, so it took it down, removed the staple, placed [this photograph](https://goo.gl/images/l7M6qT) between its pages, and put it back together again. To this day, no one has noticed.
So I decided to keep doing it. Every now and then, when it's slow or everyone is away at a conference, I'll hide another one. I know for sure that there is one behind the calendar, and another taped to the back of a bookcase. There's a few in the conference room, I'm sure, and in the copy room and kitchenette. I think there's at least one in the director's office, though, if there isn't, that will soon be remedied.
I plan to leave this job in a few months. I will tell no one when I leave, and I plan to hide many, many more before I go.
*Edit-* Thanks you guys! I didn't expect this to blow up. Also, for those of you who are claiming this is dumb because I'll never see the pay off: I know. It's not about that. You're missing the point. Also also, it doesn't really matter, but I am female. Also also also, a sub sprang from this post! Check out r/officeterrorism!
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Nintendo is objectively gay
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And yeah im sorry Andrew, I should have been expelled with you.
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I stole an eyeliner from the drugstore in 10th grade. Another girl had the same idea. She got caught and arrested, and I got away with it.
I was driving 60 in a 45 mph zone. Another person had the same idea. They got caught and got a ticket, and I got away with it.
My uncle started smoking when he was 12 and has been smoking a pack a day for six decades and he's still alive and kicking just fine. His best friend started smoking at the same time and died of lung cancer 30 years ago.
A friend of mine used to do speed once a year on her birthday. Other than that she did not do drugs. Maybe the third year she did this she od'd. She was 23. There are people who do speed everyday for decades and are still alive.
Do you get what I'm saying?
TL;DR life's not fair. It's good Andrew figures this out early. If I was Andrew I wouldn't have hard feelings why would I want somebody else to be punished too? It wouldn't change the consequences I had any.
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So my room didn't have a door because it was broken and my room was next to the bathroom. My sister was in there for a very long time and he wanted her to get out because it was around 10PM but she didn't. So he looked into my room from where he was standing for a while and while i was playing a game he pulled the wire from my mouse in a very hostile way, we then said some things to eachother and i pushed him out of my room and then he tripped and fell down the stairs.
Instead of helping him i felt so good and powerful, it was a scary feeling thinking back about it. That night he slept on the couche and i didn't say a word to him. The next day he went to the doctor and it turned out that he had a shifted vertebra.
EDIT: Yes he is totally fine now and doesn't have a permanent injury. For the people asking why he got mad at me for something my sister did, that's the story of my life and i don't know either. A couple years later my parents divorced and i live with my mother now.
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Did you ever talk to him about it?
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I have my own business as a printer. I have fancy printing machines and usually my clients email me art work and all I have to do is print it and make sure I deliver on time.
The covid situation has been tough and I could use extra cash.
One of my clients emailed me some art work and before I printed it, I noticed there was a mistake made on it. His graphics designer had forgotten to add important info on the design. I provided a sample, well knowing that there was an omission ( equivalent to a typo) but the client still went ahead and approved the sample before I could go into batch production .
Instead of me giving him the heads up, I went ahead and printed it out, knowing very well that he would eventually see the omission made and ask for a reprint , which obviously means more money for me since it wasn't my fault that his designer fucked up.
Well , this was 2 days ago and today he just called me and sent edits to his design and said his designer fucked up. It's a situation I could have easily prevented , and uncharacteristic of me, because I knew it would result into another order which meant more money for me , I let it happen.
I thought I would feel like shit, but the prospect of more money for me has made me feel rather good instead.
My actual confession is not that I didn't let my client know of the error, but rather that I don't feel as bad as I should.
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Every print place I’ve ever used said they take no responsibility for the content of the printwork. They print whatever is on the file. I wouldn’t feel too bad because you can know that the client would’ve had the same trouble elsewhere.
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This was the early-mid 2000s when I was in high school. I was sort of the cool kid in high school, I played sports, I went to parties etc and all that kind of stuff. I also was a bully, not an extreme bully like you might see on television but I definitely teased kids a lot, especially for being feminine or gay. All of my friends did it, and I definitely took part in that.
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But the thing is, I was bisexual. I wouldn't call myself gay, because I definitely enjoy sex with girls, but not as much as men. I used to drive to NYC with my friend (who NONE of my school friends ever met) and go to gay bars and have sex with men. I had a fake ID and everything to get into the bars. Nobody knew I did this except my small group of friends in NYC, and they weren't even really my 'friends' in that sense, they were just sort of people I went to go find guys to hook up with in the village.
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Senior year, I got diagnosed with HIV. I knew I couldn't keep it a secret from my parents or anyone else. I decided to tell my parents that I had HIV, and I got it because I tried injecting heroin. Of course, no track marks, but the excuse was that "I only did it 4 times and then quit". Of course, I told my doctor that I got it from gay sex, but I told him to please keep this from my parents.
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My friends at school never suspected I was gay, they fully accepted the heroin excuse. It fit, very well, with my story up to that point. I had torn my ACL and got painkillers, and they knew I was taking them, so I just lied and said I got addicted to them (I didn't, but I did take them recreationally sometimes and they knew that) and eventually decided to try heroin. I was also doing loads of other drugs, coke, pills, xanax etc so it wasn't totally out of the norm. My friends were obviously saddened, they thought I was going to die, but luckily I am still alive to this day. The weirdest thing is, even after my diagnosis, I continued to bully gay kids at my school. I was such an unbelievably shitty person even after this death defying change in my life. I didn't really fully come to terms with the fact that I was homosexual until my early 20s. I have never came out of the closet fully to my family or friends.
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My boyfriend in high school had a bully. He was bullied for being a femme gay guy. When we went to college, we spotted his bully in a gay club. We picked him up and fucked the hell out of him... It's been 20+ years, but it made me realize something about the bullies who hated gay kids...
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Recently I've gotten into stealing, I love the rush of it. I know it's wrong and illegal but I just can't help myself. I steal stuff from food, makeup, alcohol, and medication. I love doing it and anytime I walk into a store I always think of what can I steal and get away with this time. I'll see the signs that say "shoplifting can be a permanent mark on your record" and I just grin, because I haven't been caught and I won't be caught.
That's a cocky way to think and I know I'll eventually get caught but I'm having fun for now.
Edit: I know one day I'll get caught, and I know all of the consequences of my actions, but it doesn't matter to me, I love the rush of stealing and I love being able to have things. I don't really get anything cause my family doesn't have any money. But I love it, I love having the fun and rush of it.
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Dude i was the same way, it was a lot of fun, i was very skilled at it. But all it takes is some bored ass security guard to sit behind the cameras profiling people and watching their every move. I got caught this way, the dude literally said he just picks younger people and watches them the whole time they are there and he regularly catches people. It went on my permanent record and it took me thousands and thousands of dollars and many court appearances and a ton of hours of community service to get my recorded cleared. Seriously, i really recommend trying to stop, I you’ll get caught eventually and you’ll pay for all that stuff in the end. It really was not fun.
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I worked as a janitor in a school. There was a dedicated janitors closet which was quite spacious. After I had finished vacuuming all the classes in the afternoon, I had to turn the security system on and leave within a minute.
There was a caveat though, the front gate and the dedicated janitor closet were exempted from the motion cameras.
I couldn't justify (or afford) spending half of my paycheck a week for what should be a human right - shelter. So I did what I had to do and simply lived in that closet. I saved over $20,000 in rent
I installed a mini-fridge and a air-fryer and had quite the time. The contract got changed so I lost that gig.
I feel a bit bad for freeloading off the school, but the government can provide insulated sheds to all of its citizens for a few billions but would rather spend much more on war and overinflated salaries for its oligarchs.
I wouldn't do it again, best commute ever though.
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Every 80's movie ever
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This will be a lengthy wall of text post because I have been keeping this in for so long.
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First she isn't actually my real mom but my much older sister. My birth parents had me late in life but were killed by a drunk driver when I was a toddler and I have no memories of either of them. My sister and her husband adopted me and I have always known them as my parents and their two children as my younger siblings.
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My dad had a job at the time that required him to travel from home frequently.
When I was maybe five or six my mom cheated on my dad. I don't remember too much of the specifics but I do remember a time there were two strange men I've never seen before in our house when my dad was out of town. One of the guys had even played xbox with me while the other guy was alone with my mom in her room. As a kid I didn't know what they were doing. Afterwards mom told me and my younger brother to keep it a secret from dad. I remember other instances of mom having me and my brother in the car when she went to pick up men I didn't know and bringing them home.
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I don't know how much time passed but I remember dad asking me if any strange men came over the house at night saying that my brother told him about them. I immediately lied to my dad and told him that I've never seen any strange men around and that my brother was making things up. Nothing else happened after that and my dad eventually got a new job that didn't require as much travel.
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I feel guilty for what I did but am too afraid to ask my mom about it. Its been over fifteen years since then and my mom and dad seem to be happily married. I have a younger brother still in school and I don't want to break up the family over something that might not even be real. I feel guilty and hurt because my dad has always treated me with love and support and no differently than how he treats his real sons. I'm afraid that if he ever found out he would cut me out of his life, which is stupid I know, I mean I was only a little kid but still.
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I try to rationalize keeping it a secret thinking that maybe he already knew since the suspicion was there and maybe they had worked it out behind the scenes when I was still an ignorant school kid. So talking about it would only bring back painful memories.
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I just really hate my mom sometimes and get these angry suspicions that she is still cheating when there is no evidence of it, but I hide it well. I blame her for my fear of being cheated on, but I still love her. So I just keep it inside.
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Edit: Thank you so much everyone for your kind words. I was really afraid I would just see a bunch of posts shaming my mom and calling her names, which is not what I wanted to see. I know what she did was awful but I still love her.
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TBH, I think the dad knew after your brother told him about these encounters. There is really no reason for a kid to make stuff like that up. If I was the dad in this situation, I’d simply won’t push and interrogate the kids. Probably your parents talked and just moved on. Affairs happen. Not every affair ends in divorce.
I’m really sorry this whole situation has burdened you for so long :(
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I wish I never had kids. I love them, they are the best things that ever happened to me, but I wish I never had them. They'll have to grow up in "the life" and I fear they'll never lead normal lives. You know how there are celebrities everyone loves? Well I am a celebrity people generally hate.
I've never done anything bad or illegal, I work hard for my kids and lead a clean life. My husband is also an A-lister and we never get to see one another. Everything I say is quoted in the media. I can't eat in public without a million paparazzi in my face. I cant sleep at night.
I have an anonymous facebook account and I follow posts on entertainment websites about myself, reading the hate comments and going into a depression. I don't know why I do it, I wish I didn't, it just feels like the world is against me. I've been called fat, I've been called dumb, I've seen comments with people saying they wish I killed myself. I have never done anything to harm anyone. I just want to fucking die, I fantasise about killing myself every day, and would have if it weren't for my kids.
Everyone thinks I am bubbly and free, I just wish I could stay in a dark room all day and sleep. I feel constantly strained and close to tears. My family and friends are all either famous or living in inaccessible locations. Everywhere I go I am followed by people screaming at me, paparazzi are scum suckers, they are the worst people in the world. It might seem like I am being harsh, but when you are tired or scared and you have a thousand cameras in your face and people demanding that you look at them and answer their questions, it hurts.
I went through a really hard time a while back and was fucking scared for my life, people said I was attention seeking. Other celebrities I have met are the same, nobody in this industry is truly happy. I just want to fucking DIE I am going to breakdown any day now. I follow stories. People laughed at Britney Spears, but that shit happens for real in real life. Robin Williams killed himself, he must have been tortured. It's a shitty life, guys.
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Retire and nobody is going to care about you in a couple of years. Delete all your social media and move to some remote location. If you are as famous as you say, you should have the money to support your family for the rest of their life's.
Start a new, simple life and tell your family about your problems.
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So about 3 1/2 years ago I was fresh out of college. I unexpectedly graduated college early because I realized how much debt I was already in, realized I’d been working my ass off way harder than I needed to, and if I just pushed a little harder for my junior year, I’d have all the credits I needed for my degree.
Without that extra year of planning, I realized I had no idea what to do. During my last semester I applied for a seasonal job that provided housing across the country, and got it. Two weeks after graduation, I left. My boyfriend had applied to the same company and didn’t get hired, so I left him behind and we became long distance.
The job was a blast. I was literally living inside of a national park. I made great friends. But not having my partner of the last 3 years by my side was tough, and one of my roommates was actually insane. She went off her meds and myself and my other roommate kept overheating her talking to “someone” in the bathroom about how much she hated us and how she was afraid she would “do something”. I kept dreaming I woke up to my other roommate stabbed in her bed. The crazy roommate was also a filthy hoarder, so we were living in actual filth. It was nauseating to be in the same room as her, and I was terrified to even try to touch her stuff to clean it up. For weeks, I had my things packed in case I had to run out. I spent two whole paychecks on a car off Craigslist because I didn’t have one and I felt vulnerable without an escape plan (no cell service, only one mountain phone in the office).
One day we get home from work and I ask my manager to speak to her in her office. My plan was to explain the situation and ask if there was any room for me and my good roommate in another apartment. But what really happened was I started sobbing. Like, ugly, can barely breathe sobbing.
It just slipped out. I said my dad had a heart attack and I needed to go home. In that moment I realized if I broke my contract, I wouldn’t get the sizeable bonus we were promised if we stayed. I said I didn’t want to leave them hanging and I was really worried about money since my dad couldn’t work. She said that family came first and she’d see if I could still get my bonus.
All my stuff was already basically packed so within 15 minutes of that conversation I was on the road.
I didn’t even go to my parents. I drove 24 hours to my boyfriend’s (a completely different state than my parents). The shitty car was a trooper and didn’t break down until about a week after I got there. I didn’t even say goodbye to the friends I made there.
Not only did I get my bonus about a week later, I was able to call them for the next season and get my boyfriend and myself jobs as managers, and we worked there for two years. My crazy roommate tried to come back but wasn’t hired, thank god she was also a shitty employee.
I’m still not sure why I didn’t just tell the truth that day, and honestly feel guilty for it.
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Meh I wouldn’t beat yourself up over it to be honest.
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This just happened like an hour ago and I feel so guilty and sad. I went to the supermarket to buy some stuff and I really wanted to get some chocolate but honestly I just didn’t want to spend money on it, so I just put it in my bag as discreetly as I could.
Apparently it wasn’t discrete enough because I got caught on the way out and they took me to the back room and took a picture of my id. Then they basically extorted me and made me pay them basically 10 times the chocolate’s worth (I had the cash on me so I just did it) so that they wouldn’t tell the police. I’m of legal age so I was scared that they would put it on my record or something.
So yeah now i’m back home and I feel like shit. I can’t tell anyone of course and I’m afraid of ever going back to that supermarket. I know what I did was wrong and I didn’t even need to steal them but idk, I guess I learned my lesson but O still feel really bad and needed to vent.
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I’m laughing omg this was the pettiest of crimes and everyone’s so mad, meanwhile I once saw someone post on here that they once attempted murder and folks were all “glad you learned your lesson, everyone makes mistakes”
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When I was probably 14 in high school I had this group of girls I would talk to. One of them my best friend and two other girls we just knew from previous years. One of the girls was always sensitive and insecure. She was very conservative and did not like anything that wasn’t following the rules. Me and the other two would tease her a lot about being “lame” or “boring” and try to pressure her into doing things like sneaking out or drinking. We just thought that we were the shit and that she should be grateful for getting to hang out with us. One day she invited me over to her house. I went over and when she left the room I started going through her stuff and found a little journal. I quickly flipped through it and saw my name as well as the other girls. I don’t know why but I just shoved it in my bag and left shortly after. I thought I could find some cringe or embarrassing things she wrote to laugh at. I remember riding my bike home so fast just so I could read this thing. I got home and read the entire thing. In part of the journal she said that “popdart31 made me cry for three hours straight”. She wrote about how I and the others would bully her. I went back a few days later and put it back where I found it. I will never forget how bad I felt realizing that the shit I said to her actually hurt her. I never spoke to her again after that. I thought she would be better off without me around her. I even dropped out of the club we were in together. I never told anyone I stole her diary because there’s no excuse for that. I wanted to read it to embarrass her yet I was the one embarrassed
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I think you learned a really valuable lesson here that you’re clearly still carrying with you today. Good for you.
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So here I was, the final month of 5th grade, I was 11 years old. I was a honor roll student during those times, so a lot of pressure was on my shoulders obviously. Today, not so much, I am a shadow of what I used to be. BUT NONETHELESS, it was around the time of Easter, and the end of the school year was near. I could practically smell the summer vacation. But I just didn't feel like doing homework or much at all during class, so I thought, what if I made up a ridiculous story and see where it gets me?
Since it was a while after Easter, when we usually went to my grandparents in the countryside to celebrate it, they had those old traditional houses, and there was this really shitty, Soviet-era stove. And just as I was looking at it, my parents were reminiscing this story where I looked at the stove and thought it was a good idea to poke my hand in it when I was about 4 years old. That's when it came to me: the story would be that I went to my grandparents and because they have a shitty stove, when I was talking to them I leaned back on it, completely unaware that it was on, and burned my hand pretty bad, but mostly my right hand. So, you know, I can't really write now, I'm so sorry....
I did this for like a month, I showed up at school with some kind of bandages on my right hand fingers, they were kinda sticky as well, so whenever I came back home, right before entering the apartment block, I would have to stick it off, and white sticky stuff would be stuck on my hands for a while. At one point my dad asked me what the hell is with that white stuff on my hands, I said it was paint from arts class.
Obviously, some teachers and kids called me out, but I would stick to it and nobody really mind it much. It actually worked, mostly because nobody really cared. I didn't do homework or anything at all for a month, then shortly afterwards summer vacation came. I don't really feel guilty about it at all, it was wonderful. Now I've moved on much, much bigger and greener pastures... I guess being that stupid at 11 doesn't help when you grow up at all...
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I have always been naturally super pale. In elementary school, any time I felt like going home, I would just say I'm sick and they would always say "you do look really pale" it worked every time
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For back round, I'm 25 years old. Female. I work in a really great environment. It pays alright but overtime and bonuses help me get by mostly. I live with my mom and brother, not rent free though. I pay half the rent, buy food etc, pay me and my moms car insurance. I help her out alot. My dad was always in and out the picture. He was recently living with us but he left after a big fight he and my mom had. But even when living with her, he never helped out. My brother is 14 and the bright light in my life, he real life keeps me here, he keeps me sane. I love him with all my heart. He's so smart. Gets all good reports from all his teachers. I help out a lot with him as well. My mom appreciates it very much. I don't have much, but I am so grateful for what I do have. My mom and I live in the projects, but its our home. We struggle at times but we make it work. I am currently saving up to get a place of my own though. Though it will become harder I'm getting to that age where it's time to be on my own. I love to sew and crochet, In the winter of 2017 I began crocheting scarves and hats, before I was making them for babies, now I make them for adults. I live in NY. The city is a very big area for individuals in need. So every winter I go out there and hand them out. I get some nice reactions, then I get some good ones. Overall, even though my life could be better, I am so thankful for everything I have.
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When I was 24 I began taking sleeping pills, I noticed that they kinda fade me out especially at night when I cant sleep. Before it was just to go to bed. I currently work Monday to friday. My previous job I worked 12 hour days so I got 3 days off. after a few months I started buying more bottles of pills. I would take them as soon as I got off of work and in my car, by the time I got home around 8:30PM, I would shower then knock out. The next morning I would wake up around 10AM, and I would take more pills. This went on for months. My mom became increasingly worried about me. Thinking I was depressed because I would stay in my room all day. Telling me I seem so withdrawn. I told her that I'm fine and work was just really busy. I do self harm but I stopped once I started taking the sleeping pills. Idk, I just love how they fade me out, one minute im wide awake, the next minute im laying down struggling to keep my eyes open. I cant explain how that drowsy feeling feels so good. I am a hypocrite however.
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I dont smoke or drink. I don't however put on a facade that I'm some anti substance person. We all have our outlets for dealing with our shit. But I tell people that my outlets are crafts. painting, sewing, writing, reading. I mean, they help, but sleeping pills are much better. I pay 4 bucks for a 40 capsule bottle of a quick getaway. over the last year I have become increasingly dependent on them though. on my payday I'll go to 5 different stores just so I dont look suspicious buying a bunch of bottles at once. I can go through 2 bottles in 2 days. but I have also stopped cold turkey a few times. In october I took a whole bottle in the san of 12-14 hours and I wasn't tired, I couldn't see. even with my glasses on I was in bed looking at my phone waiting to get tired and everything became blurry. I ignored it but then I was falling in and out of sleep when I started seeing figures moving. It was really scary but I tried to ignore it. When that wasn't working I got up and my body felt like jello, its like my heart was beating manually, I couldn't talk without breathing in between each word. Noone was home thankfully so I went to the bathroom and tried to throw the pills up, it barley worked. That was the first time I was afraid for my life so I did call 911 and went to the hospital.
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Which turned out to be waste. I've been through this before (with a suicide attempt) taking sleeping pills and gashing my wrist wide open. I bled, so much, but I was still here. I sat in my car for an hour before I tried to clean myself up, it didn't work so I called 911 & told them what happened. The psych ward isn't fun. I knew that If i told the emt I took a bottle of sleeping pills I'd be on suicide watch so I lied and told the doctor that idk why my vision was blurry. This was a wakeup call for me and I stopped. but then I started again in mid november. I never considered myself an addict but now I realize how angry and irritable I am when I don't have any sleeping pills. And when I don't have any money I'll take pain killers in hope that I'll fade out. it doesn't work. I had 4.70 to my name after paying all the bills and I spent it on a store brand bottle of gel caplets. they only have 20 pills. So i've been up since 4am laying down staring at the ceiling and watching my hands tremor (happens after a binge). I can stop but I'll feel sad if I have too. Not even have too. Just not get that drowsy hard to stay awake feeling. It's my get away & as long as I go to work everyday and pay my bills, I don't feel like I'm hurting anyone. I know I'm hurting myself. But I just don't feel like I have a purpose in being here. 11 years strong going to therapy, 2 years strong being on zoloft for ptsd and anxiety.
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I dont have a bad life, maybe not knowing what my path (dreamwise) contributes to feeling purposeless these days. I put on the mask of me being a positive happy genuine kind person, and I am! This is just my dirty little secret. I hide it so well. I know I have to stop eventually and I will. I'm just afraid that I wont find another vice to keep me out until then.
Edit, sorry I don't mean to put the cliche wow I didn't think this would blow up but jeez, I'm at work right now but I read every. Single. Response.
Every single one.
Reddit is amazing. You're all amazing people, thank you for all your kind words and advice. It means the WORLD to me. I was thinking about buying some sleeping pills after work but man screw that! I am however gonna stop at the store and get my brother some snacks for his sleepover later today♥️. I keep pictures of my parents and sister/brother on my wall. Looking at them everyday keeps me moving. That love and everyday support really goes a long way. All the kind loving words on this post keep me going. I'm going to get my ass to a local and gym and look through some memberships. After reading some of the comments from former addicts/family members of addicts it's opened my eyes to the impact addiction can have on you and your loved ones. I don't wanna put my mom through that, I don't wanna put my brother thought that.
And also, I've smoked weed before, smoking just isn't my thing besides I don't wanna replace one substance with another (to all the comments about trying weed). And I take either Advil or Tylenol PM. Tbh I don't read the MG amount, I just buy them. I have dozens of empty bottles in my bedroom that I'm gonna throw away when I get home later.
Once again. Thank you so much to everyone who took the time out of their day to spread such positive words of advice and well wishes. I care deeply so much for this kind of good hearted energy.
Thank you..
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The dangerous thing about a dependency on most over the counter sleeping pills is that you may eventually not be able to sleep without them. Additionally, please make sure you aren't taking the kind with acetaminophen or ibuprofen, because you could be damaging your liver and kidneys that way. I know you don't want to stop, so at this point, you should look into risk-minimizing so that you don't permanently harm yourself. Even if you don't love life and don't particularly want to continue with it, I'm going to be honest with you and tell you that it sounds like your mom and brother legitimately need you, and if you love them as much as you say you do, you'll keep on keeping on until you start seeing in yourself what they see in you.
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Don't really know if this is a NSFW post but just I'm case....
About 4 years ago I witnessed a car accident.
A 16 year old kid was pinned down under the car and his backpack was preventing him from breathing.
I, Construction worker took my utility knife crawled under the car, cut his back pack straps, removed back pack and pull him out. I thought at the time he was dead. He was unresponsive, covered in blood and bruises.
First responders arrived. I was wet, freezing I'm wearing nothing but a t shirt.
They resuscitated the kid before my eyes and I broke into tears or joy...
I asked the kid's name after the fact but they wouldn't tell me because he was a minor.
Later on through the news I found out his name and I have kept watch eversice through social media.
I honestly feel a deep connection with this kid. I think of him as a son and I would honestly do anything for him.
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It's always made me feel like a creep doing so. At the time I had to create a fake fb account pretending to be a minor Otherwise, as an adult you cannot have access to the profiles of underage people.
Honestly just saying so makes me cringe. Sickening...
I needed to know he was doing well....
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If you have some free time you should check out the novel Choke by Chuck Palahniuk (the guy who wrote Fight Club.) Part of the premise is about how people form that kind of attachment after saving someone, might be interesting to you.
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That was a classmate bullied by barely everyone. He hasn't done anything wrong, he just didn't understand how to communicate with other people and had bad grades. Everyone called him "fat dumbass".
I wasn't friend with the bullies but every day, I came to school, saw my classmates hurt him and didn't do anything to help him.
Until that day, when I was crying in a corner alone for a reason I forgot. He sat next to me and asked if I was okay. I wanted to be alone and he was just trying to help me but I got mad. I yelled at him horrible things then he stood up, walked away and I cried again.
It was years ago. He's not bullied anymore and I still see him at school but I never apologized. Never. And now I'm so ashamed. When I see him, I literally run away. I know he's nice and will accept my apologies if I talk to him but I can't.
Edit : Your comments really help me and you're right, I need to apologize to him. when I see him, all I think is "I was so mean, and being sad wasn't an excuse, how can he accept my apologies after years ?" It makes me feel sad and afraid and I run away. I'll tell him when i'll go back to school, I won't be a coward anymore. Thank you so much.
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As someone who was bullied, trust me, it will mean the world to him if you apologised and admitted it was you who was a dick.
Often people who are bullied go on to blame themselves.
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The title says it all, I didn't want to ask my parents for cloths because we were struggling. So I'd go to the office, claim to be looking for something and then steal hoodies, shirts, electronics, you name it I likely stole it. I didn't think much of it till someone stole something of mine and I realized I kinda deserved it for taking others things for years.
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I work at a school and 90% of items in lost and found are never picked up. We donate everything that is left at the end of each school year. I wouldn’t feel bad. You did what you needed to do to survive.
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It all started with a major drinking problem. Then the depression kicked in. I lost a mother to cancer. My closes friend He ended up being a con artist. Then there was the stress of a very intense job. I couldn’t sleep At night. Work was really hard. I had no friends. I felt ugly, I was almost 250lb at 5’6.
With nothing left in my heart and soul. I started doing heroin to try to kill my self. I was really hoping the first time would kill me. Instead it just help me sleep. Then it helped me with my drinking problem.
Back story on the drinking: I had be drinking between for about 20 years. I would drink from 6-10 beer almost every night of the week.
Then I was a junkie.
After about 1 months of doing heroin every few nights to help me sleep. I started doing it every night. Then after another month of that, I started doing it on my lunch breaks. I wanted to numb out everything that was going on with work and the lost of two very close people. I never hurt or stole or did anything harmful to anyone during my drug use. I went to work everyday in the pit of sadness and a very harmful addiction. That was my life for two and a half years.
Then I lost my job:
Then I lost everything.
My life was heroin.
Once everything was gone I went to the doctor.
Still at this point I never stole or hurt anyone.
Getting sober was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life.
Now I’m exactly one year sober.
I still have nothing but a dream.
I’m still not sleeping well. I still don’t drink. I’m about 160lb. I will never do herion again. Even if you put it in front of me. No matter what happens. I go to a shity job everyday that pays me nothing. All in hopes that one day I’ll be able to buy a van and live on the road. This is my last four years confession.
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Thank you for all your comments. I have been sitting here for a bit reading everyone of them. Crying and feeling very grateful that you all took the time to say something. I really appreciate it. Thank you!
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well, not necessarily "drug"scheme. we were a bunch of kids that sold pot in the bathrooms during lunch, that sort of thing. I was 14 at the time, it was 2nd semester and me and my best friend Isaac were in the bathroom when I was running my routine when the security guard that was way too nosy came barging in while we were looking at our goods.
Isaac wasn't involved but he had the weed in his hands when we got caught so he was the one punished. he got expelled and my parents were called, I never said anything and played it off like the weed was his. never saw Isaac after that, it still bends me the wrong way more than 3 years later. I just didn't know what to do, I was a dumb kid.
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Don't worry, Issac learned what it really means to have "friends" after this incident I guarantee you
EDIT: Holy shit, thanks for the awards!
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I was 11 when my eldest sister was killed in a traffic accident in front of me and my middle sister. This came less than two years after my mother had died. (I later found out my mother died by suicide.)
My dad had remarried and my stepmother was a mere ten years older than me. Although we had started well, we no longer had a good relationship.
Stealing money at home was my way of getting what I thought was rightfully mine. Me and my surviving sister were used as slave labour at home. We didn’t receive an allowance or pocket money, yet were expected to do all the chores, and to the standard the queen would expect. Washing, ironing, cleaning both their cars, vacuuming, doing the dishes, etc. Other than make dinner for my dad, my stepmother didn’t lift a finger around the house it seemed, and my dad certainly didn’t.
My sister stole food, I stole money. We were both beaten black and blue for it by our dad, but we still did it.
One day while looking for money in my dad and stepmother’s bedroom, I opened a drawer and inside was an envelope with my dead sister’s name on it. It also said the envelope contained something like £23. It was from the hospital and was part of the contents of her purse when she died. I knew it was wrong, but I thought “What the hell?” So I took a couple of pounds.
Later, I took more. And more. Eventually, all the money was gone, yet I left the envelope in the drawer.
Well, obviously the theft was discovered. I was beaten black and blue, and green and red and purple for it. As an adult, I guess I understand the anger that comes from that disrespect. However, I think I was probably only 12 years old by then.
I’m now 47 years old. I don’t care that I stole money from my dad all the time till I went into foster care aged 15. (As a side note, when I went into foster care and ever since in my life, I have NEVER stolen anything ever again.) I just feel so ashamed of stealing THAT money. The money that had been in my dead sister’s purse.
I have donated money to charity many times over the years. I’ve also spent many years volunteering in a charity shop and donated unwanted goods to them to sell. I don’t know if I can really make up for the £23 that had been in my dead sister’s purse, no matter what I do.
Practically, there’s a side of me that does say the money should have been spent or donated to a charity at the time anyway. Is there any point in holding onto it?
But, I’m haunted by it, more than 35 years later.
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She would have wanted you to have it
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I just stole a lighter, 2 pens and a stapler from my therapist's office. The worst things is I'm in therapy because I'm a kleptomaniac. Oh well.
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She knows
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Only 1 person (besides my multitude dealers and some of the randos who go by their houses) even know that I was using. Everyone in my normal life thinks I have been 100 percent clean and sober. My main drugs of choice before I got clean were alcohol and heroin, although I would do anything you put in front of me.
I got prescribed pills after a dental procedure, and, more than that, they actually gave me one while I was still in the office. I took it without really registering what it was in my weird/foggy headspace. Later, I realized. I figured I had already broken my sobriety so fuck it. Might as well get the prescription filled so I didn’t have to be in pain. In less than a week I was scoring dope again. In less than a month I was up to a gram a day, then eventually 3. It was consuming my life, my money. It was getting hard to keep covered up, and I think some friends worried about me, but I also had several unrelated semi-tragedies occur during this span of using (about 6 months) and I blamed the weight loss and acne and general lack of well being on stress.
Strangely, I never used anything else during this relapse. I didn’t even have a beer.... and I love me some IPAs.
The fact that no one knew made it hard to stop. I had to keep using to stay well to keep up appearances. If I got dope sick the truth would come tumbling out. I would lose my job. My family. My friends. My house (my roommate is sober, and would definitely not allow me to live with her if she found out I was using again). I didn’t want to have to start over. So... I kept using and everything got worse and worse.
Until today.
Today... I’m clean.
Today... I have 24 hours.
Today... I fucking did it.
And no one knows.
And I can’t celebrate it.
But I want to cry I’m so happy.
And I had to tell someone.
Thank you for reading, and being one of the ones who knows that I’m gonna be free again.
Also, I don’t know what I’ll do about my sponsor, telling the truth about what happened that is, or anyone else in my life. Maybe one day, but for now, I’m just gonna try to stay clean.
Edit: First off, thank you all so much for the overwhelming support. It is helping me more than you know in a time when I feel so alone and so physically and mentally horrible.
Also, I couple people asked so I figured I’d just put it here. I lied (again) to my friends and family and said I was gonna go camping now that the weather is nice. I packed up all my camping gear and then parked my car at the airport parking garage (where I figured it was least likely to be seen by someone I know) and took the bus to a shitty hotel.
I am taking baclofen, clonodine, and gabapentin. I also have phenobarbital for sleep and for day three (the worst day in my opinon) or whenever it gets too bad to stand.
As a last ditch failsafe, I do have suboxen as well in case I get to the point where I’m about to go pick up. Buuuut I really don’t want to take the subs if I can at all avoid it. That’s just taking off the gorilla off my back and replacing it with an angry chimp. But it would be better than using so... again, it’s the final line of defense.
EDIT 2:
Holy crap, I never expected this to get so much attention or such a huge outpouring of support. I want to (and eventually hopefully will) reply to all of your comments and messages, but right no my brain isn’t working so great. In the meantime I just want to say a couple things to all of you.
First, all of your support has been so moving and so helpful. Yeah, I may be a little extra emotionally fragile right now because of the boat I’m in, but I have regardless spent a fair amount of time crying tears of joy. I never imagined that so many people would even acknowledge this, let alone be so genuinely and emphatically caring and invested in my struggle. It means more than any of you can imagine, truly...it does. I felt so alone and lost and scared, and you have given me exactly what I needed. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. You all have my unending humble gratitude.
Second, so many of you have asked, so I absolutely will provide updates as this goes along. I suppose just by editing this post? Unless there’s a better way. I dunno. Feel free to give me pointers in that department. I’m not thinking outside of the box well right now.
Third, rest assured I will come clean to my friends , family and everyone in the program. I’m gonna concentrate on detoxing first, and then I’ll put on my big boy panties and start with my sponsor. For those of you who were wondering, I’m not keeping it secret in order to keep up my sobriety year number, it was more out of a necessity to keep my job, my house, etc. as far as coming clean goes, the real reason I want to do it is less out of a fear of easier relapse, and more out of a desire to show others in the rooms and seeking sobriety that one can come back from a relapse and get clean again... that it doesn’t have to be the end of the line, or a reason to give up on getting clean. I want to be a means to help others achieve sobriety.
Fourth, as of right now it has been 45 hours since my last use, and dear god do I feel like shit. Just typing out this edit has taken a few hours because I have been getting uncontrollable diarrhea and vomiting, shaking all over, sweating like a pig, horrific stomach cramps, my legs feel like they’re being constantly stabbed all over, and my joints feel like someone has a lighter to the inside of them, and that’s not even mentioning the mental stuff, the anxiety and confusion.
And lastly, I know it’s spelled Fiend. 😂
I dunno, like I said my brain ain’t braining so good right now.
Again, thank you thank you thank you for everything. I am just blown away and so touched. The only way I can repay y’all is by keeping at it and staying clean.
EDIT 3:
Withdrawals are getting really bad now. I’m sorry but I’m just gonna knock myself out and try to update later, if anyone is still watching this that is. I’m gonna call my “nurse” from my dealers text and have her come watch/help me for a bit. In all honesty she’s my ex. She also won’t let me use. That’s why I trust her to watch me.
I’m craving pickles and honey. I feel like I should be pregnant or so nothing. Separately a mean. I don’t want them both now at once. Anyway I haven’t ate since I stopped using and I hope this helps. Just been drinking as much Gatorade as I can, brought two big bags full of bottles.
Edit yet again: I am still sober. I made it through the worst parts without using the suboxen, and today is day 11. I go back to work tomorrow. I’m feeling as close to normal as I think I’m gonna get for awhile. I’m still dealing with some post-acute withdrawal stuff, anxiety and depression, but I am doing much much better physically. I called my sponsor and told him I fucked up and I needed to talk big time. He’ll be back in town this week and we’ll meet up to talk at that point.
I can’t explain to you how hard this kick was. It gets worse and worse every time and I about lost my mind. Until I have in and had someone come help me a bit the only thing getting me through was reading the kind and encouraging words from the people who commented on this thread and sent me messages and told me I was loved and cared for. I know that the rest of the fight still lies before me, but getting through this detox would have been impossible without y’all. I mean that. Thank you for everything, Reddit.
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Tomorrow's probably gonna suck but please stick with it. You've done it before so you can do it again!!!
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This has been on my mind for a while now. It's something that happened 10 years ago and I've kept it a secret along with my friend who also never told anyone about it but it's been making me feel depressed because I feel cheap and used the more I think on it. So yeah 10 years ago when I was 16 I went to a concert with a friend that was by a pretty big band, they were big in the 80's and still popular then so we were pretty excited to go. I'm not going to say who it was and I'm not really thinking of trying a lawsuit or anything I just want to talk about it and stop bottling it up inside.
So we went to this show and it was awesome, the band were fucking amazing and we were in tears through most of the thing it was that good. This was the first proper concert I'd ever been too and the crowd and everything else was electric. Before the show we were at the front and got talking to one of the security guys and joking around so after we saw him again and we asked him if we can go backstage and get an autograph and maybe a picture. I'd bought something in the hopes of getting it signed so we took our chances asking, can't hurt right? So he kinda smiles and says he'll go ask somebody if it's okay, he talks to this guy who it turns out is their tour manager and he looks at us for a minute and then asks us what our names are and we tell him and I say I won't bother them for long I just want my record signed etc. He thinks for a second then asks if he can take a picture of us for the tour photos and we agree posing for it. He then says he'll be right back and will go ask the band if they are okay with visitors backstage.
We were really excited at this point because it looked good, we spent the time talking with the security guys about all the bands they've seen play the venue and the tour manager comes back a little time later and says he'll take us backstage giving us a pass. Some others had shown up by then asking but he turned them away saying they can only accommodate us and that since we asked first he'll let us in. When we got backstage there were already women hanging around, they didn't really look like fans so we assumed maybe they are girlfriends or wives etc. The tour manager introduced us by name but nobody seemed too interested at first. After a little while they call us over and we talk to them. I'm super nervous and ask them to sign my record, they sign it and we talk about it and they tell us some stories about when they recorded it, we take some pictures and all seems great.
The conversation slowly gets more personal, the bass player asks if I have a boyfriend and some questions about my sexual experience. I answer that I've not done much more than kiss a guy since I didn't really know what to do. I was scared that if I didn't answer they'd think I'm weird and kick me out or something. They seemed more talkative after that and invited us to sit next to them and made conversation. They asked if we'd come to their after party and we excitedly agreed thinking we were really cool because we were getting into a real after party with all these famous people.
They left and we were taken in another car to their hotel and ushered into a back door and into an elevator. The crew members took us to a room and let us in where the band guys and some others were hanging out. We hung out at first, they gave us alcohol and got us drunk, we just thought it was fun at first. They offered us pills and weed and we agreed to it all because we didn't want to say no. I started feeling lightheaded and like something bad was going to happen, I said I wanted to leave and tried to get my friend but a couple of the guys told me it'd be fine that they'd take me home when I sober up. They told me to lay down and ushered me to one of the beds. I remember really feeling out of it but I recall seeing my friend on a chair and one of the band kissing her and his hand was in her skirt.
At that point I felt somebody touching me and he said it'd be okay because he'll be gentle. I tried to push him off but he kept pushing me down until I gave up fighting and just let him have sex with me. Everything just went silent in my mind at this point, I knew what was happening to me and I knew somewhere they were doing the same to my friend but I just went to another place. After he was done they pretty much just took it in turns to have sex with me and my friend. After a couple of times I was sitting up and felt sick, somebody gave me some medicine and said it'd make me feel better and I just took it and tried to find my clothes stumbling around. They were laughing at me and somebody asked if I need a shower which I did. There was like a door between two rooms and one guy who I guess was one of their crew or something pulled me in the other room and said to use the shower there. He was commenting on how I have a nice body and as I got in the shower I got really dizzy and blanked out, I felt somebody get in there with me and I assume it was the same guy, he did stuff to me and I lose time there, I woke up in a bed naked and the crew guy was standing around on the phone, he hangs up then he told me to shower and get dressed which I felt like I was doing before I blanked.
After I did he was waiting for me and grabbed my arm pulling me into the corridor. He asked somebody about another girl who turned out to be my friend and they said she's in another room. He knocks on this door and an older guy in his underwear answers and inside I see she's on the bed naked. He says to get her in the shower and dressed because he's getting rid of us. We wait for a while and I can barely stand because I still feel drunk and sick, she comes out looking confused and she's crying we hug and then the crew guy still has an attitude and tells us to move pushing us to get in the same elevator we came up in. We go out a door and into a car where he asks where we live. My friend said her address because she knew her parents weren't home and her older brother was at his girlfriend's place so we wouldn't get in trouble for staying out late.
The guy dumps us a couple of blocks away and tells us to walk which we did. It was like 3\-4am when we got back I just showered again and went to sleep. I was really angry the next day and cried but just said it was nothing when my parents asked what's wrong. I just tried to bury it and forget for years after that and so did my friend. We never even spoke about it after that day we just agreed to forget it. Some stuff triggered my memories recently and I keep having flashbacks to these guys all standing over me laughing while they hurt me.
I guess they knew I was just another stupid teenage girl impressed with a little star power that they could manipulate and they took full advantage. I'm not even sure if everything that happened to me because I blanked for a long time. I don't know of anything that happened to my friend but she probably had a similar experience to me. I remember seeing older women at the hotel partying but nobody else our age. I wonder how many teenage girls this happened to, if they regularly invited some to take advantage of them and dump them after like garbage. I feel used and cheap for letting that happen to me.
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It's not sex. It's rape. Sexual assault. They took advantage of a teenager. It wasn't your fault, you were young and scared. Stay strong, that experience does not define who you are. You're so much more than that. You are strong for surviving, and for letting it out. It takes so much to tell your story, the memories is traumatic. But you're stronger than you think.
I suggest you let everything loose. Tell your story. Show the world who these monsters are.
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I had a bursary that only gave me £3.10 a day for lunch, but the food at school was expensive. A 500ml bottle of water was £2?? A bowl of macaroni was £3.05??
My mum was a university student as well as a mum to 4 kids so I wasn’t mad at her in any way for not being able to provide food every day but i felt like i had no other choice but to steal food.
I used to grab something like a chicken wrap, slip it into the inside pocket of my blazer whilst facing away from the cashiers then walk out as if i didn’t buy anything. I did this for about 3 weeks straight and they didn’t realise until the last day. The cashier didn’t say much and let me go. I didn’t do it again after that day because the guilt made me lose my appetite.
Its been 4 years and I still feel bad about it to this day
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There are lots of stories like yours. Morally you feel like you’ve done something bad but a lot of the people who work in those cafeterias look the other way on purpose
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This one makes me cringe a lot.
Probably 4 years ago when I was 16, I was at a car dealership with my parents. They were in the process of purchasing a new car, and of course the car dealer was doing all the sweet talking to keep us lured in and to make a purchase that day.
Just in a friendly way to be more personable, my parents and the salesman had switched to talking about travel and kids and more personal stuff. In response to something my parents had said, the salesman replied with "I would love to do something like that with my son. It's tough though, he is 22 but has the brain capacity of a 3 year old". I immediately thought he was joking, and just roasting his kid. Like haha I have a stupid son. So of course I burst out laughing... It took about 2 seconds to realize I was the only one laughing and everyone was staring directly at me.
I still remember the look the salesman had on is face. The look of I want to strangle you right now... But making the sale is more important. My stomach flipped realizing I laughed at his child's severe developmental issues. Woops. I just kept silent the rest of that conversation.
But hey, we drove off the lot in a new car that day.
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Shit happens. You didn’t mean it intentionally
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About a year ago I have been taking a course on that was a bit challenging. The scores of tests are usually announced online in my college. Professors sometimes do office hours where you get to look at your exam paper and make sure he/she grades it correctly. After the scores are announced I wanted to check my answers and maybe get some extra points if I could. When I entered my professor's office he told me he has taken away the exam papers and I would have to find my exam paper from hundreds of papers. He showed me a huge stack of papers in one of the drawers. Once I found my paper I realized I 've been looking for the previous exam papers from couple months ago but grade was way higher than the one I'm looking for. Since the cover page of the papers are exactly the same I decided to try convince my professor that the previous paper is the latest test we did. I pretend cheking my answers and I told him that I didnt have any objection to the grading of the questions. Then I asked him if he might wrote my test score wrong to digital database of my college. He quickly checked his computer and said 'You are right, I will fix it right away' my heart was beating so hard because I would be busted so hard if he just take a look to the second page of my paper. Anyway, I said thank you for his time and put my paper back to the fat stack of papers and quickly placed where I've taken them. I never got caught but it was one of the worst thing I did to someone who trusts me. I still feel bad about it.
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In high school I was super nice to my teachers and would always get my work done, especially in my art classes. One time though there was an entire project I didn’t do for my photography class, can’t remember why. But my teacher for some crazy reason not only gave me credit for doing the assignment, she gave me 110%. Extra credit somehow.
I think she was pretty distraught that year and just assumed I did it since I usually do, or thought mine was someone else’s..? I have no idea. But I just let it happen.
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I know that some people will think it's wrong but I don't know how else to handle this situation. Ever since my first child was born I've done my best to create an open environment where my children able to talk to me about anything, free of judgement (for the most part). Sex, drugs, alcohol, whatever. I wanted them to be able to come to me if they ever had a problem.
Now to the point of the post: Ever since my daughter started at university she has been sleeping around a lot. In the last year she has had sex with at least 13 different guys and that's just the one's that I know about. On top of that she often goes out to parties and doesn't come home until the next day so it's likely much more than that. I've tried to talk to her about it but she just tells me to stay out of her life and stop judging her. It came to a head yesterday morning when I went into her room to find her asleep in her bed, naked, with *two* guys. I've tried so hard to be tolerant of whatever she wants to do but I will not have my daughter acting this way; certainly not in my house. I told her to pack her bags and move out - I don't care where. Maybe it makes me a bad dad but she is an adult now. If she wants to act this way then she can pay her own way.
[Conflicted]
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It's your house, your rules. I would never repeatedly bring strangers into either of my parents homes like that. She is treating you like a roommate but obviously has no respect for you. I'd be embarrassed if I acted that way in front of anyone let alone my parents. Granted I don't live with them anymore and haven't in almost ten years. Your thoughts are justified. Just because she's your kid doesn't mean she can make her own rules about etiquette in your home. It's her life and she can do what she wants, but this is crossing the line. Kick her ass out.
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I work for one of those taxi apps. Had a carpool request and picked up some poor girl getting out of work at 3:00 AM. She ended up falling asleep in the car. On the way to her place I got another request outside of strip club. When we got there it was this old weird looking guy. Something about him I just didn't like. He came up to my car and asked who I was there for, I gave him the wrong name, drove away, cancelled the ride and took the girl straight home.
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Always good to follow your gut.
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Just like the title says.
When I started college, I had this idea that everything would be easy and simple because I would be studying something that I was passionate about. I was not entirely wrong.
However, the problem started when I had teachers who said things like "1 + 1 = 3" and in the exams, if you answered "1 + 1 = 3" you got 0, because it was really 2. Mediocre teachers.
At first, I did not try to cheat or anything. I thought was wrong and yada yada... but all that changed for me when I had to take the same class for the fourth time. Class that I could have passed the second time easily if the teacher had given me in the last exam 1 point out of the 6 that the answer was worth, because although the answer was incorrect, the procedure to find the answer was correct, my error / mistake was by placing a wrong number (The stress of a test I guess made me see an 8 instead of a 6).
After that, I had enough. I realized that teachers cared more about the grade you get than what you learn in class. So, from that moment on, I started to cheat and cheat as much as I could and on every class that I felt had bad teachers and wanst worth it.
What did i do? Take out my cell phone during the exam, copy myself from and with classmates, have someone who was good at the subject come in and take the exam and put my name on it, pay a private teacher to send me the answers by message, use the old works of other people who had already seen that class and change words or the topic of them, when reviewing the exam erase some incorrect answers and put in correct ones and tell the teacher that he made a mistake when correcting my exam, yada yada.. There were so many things I did to pass different subjects / classes: Mathematics, Physics, Statistics, Chemistry, and many others.
I was studying 2 majors at the same time, the pressure I felt at 18/19 was too much and the frustration was indescribable. I wanted to graduate and finish college. And yes, I made it. I end everything and finally I graduated in 2019. I will not lie, I am happy with what I achieved, but I know it was wrong because there are certain things that I did not learn. However, those things I know are not entirely my fault. It's the fault of those mediocre teachers who didn't teach their classes correctly and were more concerned about grades than someone learning what was important.
And if you are wondering.. yes.. I also cheated on my Final Projects / Thesis.
Edit: wow. I never expected this to blow up. Thanks for the awards strangers!
Answering questions:
People are wondering what majors I'm talking about. I'm not going to say anything specific. However, I can guarantee that in what I work and can work on does not affect or risk anyone's life. I am not a doctor, I don't make medicines or build houses, bridges, etc. If you need a company for an example: Google / The CW
People ask what I meant by "bad teachers." I'll give you another example: A teacher made us do a project for 3 months using X program and method only to tell us later that nothing we did is done like that in the workplace. 3 months wasted on learning something that, in the end, was obsolete.
Also, what clas took me to pass it four times? Well.. was a mandatory course that uni make everyone see at the very begining (filter mandatory courses). So, everyone that was going to study on that uni had to take it. My first teacher was bad, 85% of the class had to take it a second time, the second time had bad luck and made the error that cost me 6 points on the exam, the third time I couldnt make it to the last exam because there was an accident on the highway, so.. couldnt make it in time and the fourth time i pass cheating because i was angry about the other 3 times. Oh, and the only way to pass the class was only doing exams. 3 exams, everyone with value of 33.33% percent on final grade. So, you fail or miss one, then u are done unless you pass with godd grade the other ones. To this day i still dont know why i had to take a course that test us about if a triangule is similar or equal to another triangule. In my line of work, we dont use that.
Just because I cheated on almost everything doenst mean I didnt learn or study somethings or try not to do it sometimes. I had to always study just in case my plan backfired at me. One time, we had 3 exams. I did the first one without cheating, the second one I decided to cheat because the teacher took away 4 points because he didnt like how I wrote my answer, on the second one someone was caught cheating (Teacher saw 3 exams with the same mistakes on the answers) and on the third one, I already had enough grade to pass the class, so.. didnt have to cheat at all. Bad luck for those who were planning on cheating on the third exam because the teacher brought with him 3 other teachers to watch and keep an eye on during the examn.
Also, not all the teachers were bad. Some were awesome. Gave us amazing projects and their clases were worth taking. Those were the clasess were I didnt cheat at all and had grades of wich I'm proud. Thats why the title says "(Almost) everything".
For those who said that I had to change my degree, stop studying one or look for another university: I studied one of the majors because I was passionate about it, yet there were subjects that I did not feel were related to the degree. I liked the other one, but I studied it more out of obligation than anything else (Yes. I could have stopped studying this one.) Regarding going to other College, I am not from the USA, my country does not have many university options. Those are very limited here.
And yeah. I have 2 majors. Those can help me open some doors, but.. in the end.. those doors are nothing if I dont work hard on my work place and do my best. And sure enough, I know the things that are important on my field. The ones that I REALLY need on my day to day life.
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My roommate literally cheated his way through an engineering degree. He wasn’t very bright but was really social and latched onto a kid that wasn’t really social but was really bright. Basically became friends with the guy, brought him around to parties and cheated off all his homework.
Last I heard the bright one got a super good job in Atlanta while my old roommate is teaching English in Korea or something.
A degree opens doors but that’s it. If you’re smart enough to walk through it that’s all that will matter long term.
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Years ago, I had silly dreams about making a youtube career of showcasing abysmal porn stories and fan fiction, reading them with stupid voices, and providing commentary. It never happened, most of my videos topped out at 50 views, and it just wasn't very fun.
But, while that dream was at the forefront of thoughts, I discovered a website. It was a site designed for My Little Pony porno fan-fics. This was right around the time that show was popular with grown-ass adults. As an addendum, I will go to my grave insisting that bronies are just furries in denial.
Anyway, the site was relatively small. No forums or actual accounts. You could comment under whatever name you wanted, and leave another comment three seconds later with a different name, and nobody would know. And, the most questionable site decision was that *anyone* could upload stories, and *anyone* could delete the stories that were already present.
I decided to fuck with a couple entries. One I deleted outright, two had their original stories replaced with some single-line nonsense I thought was funny at the time. And I added two new stories myself, both of which were short, non-sexual, and totally irrelevant to cartoon horses. And that was where I intended to leave off...
Until I saw their reaction the next day. People were *freaking the fuck out* over this incredibly small, easily-undone bit of vandalism. I saw comments about "troll hackers", massive comments deriding the site mods (as far as I knew, the site never had any mods) for "policing our work", and at least one guy going on tirades about how he couldn't believe that the site was "being targeted".
And I was weak. I couldn't resist. I deleted the story again, added more of own trash, and I added a comment claiming that "This entry has been flagged for deletion as it goes against our policy. Please do not re-upload it."
The freakout escalated. People were rioting in the comments section. I jumped in, claiming that I was just a user this time, and that I stood firmly behind the mods. If they say a story should be taken down, by god, they had that right. And every time it was uploaded again, I deleted it and added more shitposts.
Then, something wonderful happened. A miracle. Other, totally genuine users on the site started assisting me. "Will you people follow the rules and stop uploading this fucking story?!" they would post, as they went out of *their* way to delete it. People started impersonating each other in the comments, stories were being deleted left and right, actual trolls jumped in to fuck with the site their own way... It was a shitshow, and I was laughing my ass off at what I had done.
And then one day, the site was gone. There was no warning, no explanation, it was just a dead link one day. I googled it, and there was almost no trace of it. Except for a brand-new entry on some other pony-porn forum. "Does anybody know what happened to that site?" And the answer nearly brought a tear of joy to my eye. "I know it was having serious issues with coordinated trolling and harassment, so I'm pretty sure they shut it down."
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that the site would get nuked off the internet, all because of some minor vandalism on my end. First I laughed my ass off, then I felt kinda bad, then I laughed my ass off again.
It was just an archive for terrible fan-fiction about cartoon horses fucking each other. There was no community aspect, not until I accidentally created a civil war in the comments. I'm sure I'll catch some flak from the "furries are sacrosanct" crowd, but that's why I posted this with an anonymous throwaway account.
I accidentally murdered a terrible pony porn site nearly a decade ago. This is my confession.
I have no regrets.
Edit: Wow, my first silver, for a confession about furry porn on a throwaway account. My mother would be so proud.
Edit 2: Someone locked the comments. Thank you kindly, they were getting really hard to keep track of.
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Carefully, he’s a hero
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His law firm and my house are about 5 feet apart from each other, and he has a habit of cussing out people on sight and calling the police on us for being on our porch (not at night, not being loud, just being out there with a beer in the middle of the day).
So I do this, in full view of his clients and workers. Sometimes I dramatically look over my shoulder in an attempt to make direct, stern eye contact as is a sort of symbolic “I’m de captain now” statement.
Edit: I severely underestimated how badly this would offend some people.
Edit 2: Okay, so just to address a few common criticisms here on a general level:
1. “Queef” is the pseudonym I’ve been using for the lawyer. He has violated numerous parking/easement agreements in the past under the guise that he is more knowledgeable of the law and can get away with it, he’s had college kids cars towed within their legal times and used to park his car by literally ramming it into our house. Our little feud began when he threatened to call the police on me for using his driveway for my bike twice a day, to which I said he should stop parking on our wall. He cussed me out and it’s all spiraled downhill from there.
2. We don’t live in a party house, we really don’t party much at all. We mostly just pull stupid legally-blurry hi-jinks to irritate him, as he has been an asshole to everyone that’s lived in our house and on our block long before any of us lived there. Our landlord has records of the police showing up to our house for old tenants who were literally doing nothing but being on their porch because he called, and the same has happened to me. He reported a false housing violation because the cops wouldn’t come to arrest me for having a beer at the end of the day on my own balcony. An inspector came later that week and said all was fine.
3. This confession (while very true, don’t get me wrong) is clearly not something I take seriously. I am a full-time student with two jobs, no money and no time—I sincerely wish I had more time to dedicate to *pooping in front of my neighbor in a strange attempt to establish animalistic dominance*. If this goofy post on a lighthearted page by a dumb college kid about poop really offends you or gets under your skin, I really think you should try and laugh a little.
4. I’ve definitely been more of an asshole in the comments on this post, so sorry about that. This goofy occurrence in my life is being taken way more seriously than even I have ever taken it which is why I am responding to various people with immature quips and really poorly written jokes.
TL;DR: I’m kind of a dick, he’s kind of a dick, relax and laugh at someone being dumb!
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Interesting that it makes you feel dominant. If I were to see someone do that I’d forever see them as a smelly caveperson
Better to poop on his property
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Sorry if this is a shit post but I’ve never admitted this to anyone and I just needed to tell someone because no one has any idea how bad this is. I’m single, because my addiction has always been more important than finding a girlfriend/wife, and I moved away from family years ago.
My success has been the worst thing to happen to me. I’ve somehow climbed the corporate ladder and the more money I make the worse this gets. I make $200K a year and I’m dead broke. I swear to anyone reading this that I’m not throwing that out there to try to brag about how much money I make. I’m putting it out there because it’s mind boggling to me that I could be broke and in debt. My car is in the shop and I don’t know if I’ll have enough money to get it fixed. My boat goes to auction next week because I couldn’t pay the storage fees. I’m over my head in credit card debt.
“Cocaine and hookers” is a funny thing people say. It’s literally ruining my life and no one has any idea. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest.
Edit/Update -
I can’t thank you all enough. I can’t believe this. I thought I would get a few negative comments from people before this post got buried in obscurity which was fine with me, I just needed to admit to myself and someone else that I’m a wreck and have a problem. I’ve received the most genuine, heartfelt and supportive messages from people and I can’t even begin to explain how grateful I am. Thank you. Wow.
I’m working on building a game plan for tacking this but I’ll be honest, no one should expect to see a success story here. At least not anytime soon. With that said, I want to do something to show my appreciation for all the people who shared their story with me by helping someone else who’s ready to turn their life around. If you guys could send me some links to rehab/detox facilities that take donations to support people who can’t afford help I’ll make a donation and post a screenshot of it. I stayed sober yesterday because of you so I’ll donate the $150 I would have spent on coke, adderal and booze.
3 things stuck out the most from this -
-They know
-There’s a lot of us
-Someone asked me if I’m scared of dying
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check in to rehab.. you're not alone
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The placebo effect is incredible.
I have epilepsy and a year ago I started using an alternative medication called “Charlotte’s Web”. It is a type of marijuana that has very little THC (the stuff that gets you high) and a lot of CBD (the medical stuff). They give it to children in an oil form.
I consume it via a vape and do not get high. I purchase the Charlotte’s Web and put a bit of it in a bag labeled “King’s Kush”. Sometimes when I’m with friends I offer them some King’s Kush (which is actually Charlotte’s Web) **FOR FREE** and I pretend to be getting really relaxed within five minutes with just a couple of puffs.
The majority of my friends, even the ones who smoke recreational marijuana quite frequently, tend to start acting really relaxed when I give them the Charlotte’s Web.
I told my girlfriend that we were trying one called the “Lover’s Leaf” and that it was a well-known aphrodisiac. My girlfriend couldn’t stop telling me how horny she was. **WE DID NOT HAVE SEX**. She told her best friend, and I gave her some (which was just Charlotte’s Web). Her best friend’s boyfriend thanked me for that stuff.
A friend of mine recently got real King’s Kush and he told me that the high he was getting was different from my stuff, and he preferred mine. Maybe the dispensary I went to had higher quality marijuana. I confessed to him that I’d always given him Charlotte’s Web, which doesn’t have enough get anyone high, but he couldn’t accept that and insisted that my stuff definitely got him high.
I’m probably going to keep telling my friends that it’s King’s Kush. It makes them really happy.
Clarification: I am NOT selling my friends marijuana. It’s usually just me and some friends talking while I vape, then they ask if they can try it, then they act high.
Edit: From what I’m learning, I guess it’s not entirely a placebo effect and it is a real relaxing high from the Charlotte’s Web. However, I’ve tried other strains and those are definitely different highs.
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It's a very different high, but it still has effects, it's not only placebo. They probably like the relaxing feeling. https://www.leafly.com/sativa/charlottes-web (check in Effects, "relaxing" is maxed out)
(talking about your friends, for the aphrodisiac thing though yeah it's placebo, but I think all aphrodisiacs are only placebo so it's all good)
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I want to get this all out. Thinking about how I acted, what I said privately and online then makes me want to vomit on the inside. I am not white. I am asian. Even typing words about race makes me almost light headed. I was an introvert. I was a depressed asshole of a person and it made me feel better trashing other people for something they can’t change. I apologize I do not wish to share the things I said, I can’t even bring myself to typing without feeling weak. But then late high school years, I started to meet new diverse people. I actually went out and made friends. I realized not everyone acted the same way and there are always going to be good and bad people. I know there might be more posts like mine but I just need to get mine out because I’m losing sleep over it. Imagining if I said any of those things to my friends just fills me with dread. I’ll never forgive myself for being like that but I’m going to move on. I’m going to change myself. Thank you for whoever took the time to read this. God have mercy on me.
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The fact that you’re able to move on beyond your racist views and take accountability is huge... and rare. Best of luck!
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So in tech class in the seventh grade, we used Typing.com to learn how to type, and every month we’d get a grade for how we did in the website so far. Are usernames were the first 3 letters of our first name and first 3 of our lastname. And get this, everyone’s password was 1234.
Anyways, there was this girl who used to bully all the time for no reason for like 3 years and I was obviously sick of it. So one time, I was bored at home when I thought of hacking (well, idk I should call it hacking) my bully’s typing.com account, So I went in her account, went to a new lesson in the website and started typing all the words wrong while watching Netflix. I did a 7 lessons and thought that it was enough... 2 weeks later, we were getting our typing grades and then I heard my bully complaining to the teacher that she did not deserve a D- in her grade. I watched satisfied when the teacher just ignored her.
Now, I do regret doing this but not, at the same time. But it’s not like I ruined her future.
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*hacker voice*
1234
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[No regrets]
So, about five years ago, I was in a relationship with the person I thought was "the one". We were in our last year of college and planned to get married after graduating. Well, it didn't happen.
Our very last semester, she went away to study abroad for three months and ended up cheating on me. I found out from a mutual friend that was in her study abroad group. I was broken. Like, literally devastated.
I paint graffiti- not slurs, gang stuff and the mindless penises you see scrawled on things- more like the insanely colorful, cryptic you see adorning the sides of freight train cars. My ex knew about it and knew what my tag name was.
I mostly stuck to painting freight trains and occasionally walls and freeways but this time, I was so angry that I just took to the streets painting everything. I stayed mindful not to paint small family owned businesses and the like but literally everything else became fair game. I literally had a map of the city in my room, drew out quadrants and would take my bike or skateboard and blow through the area until the wee hours of the morning painting my tag on everything until I had space in just about every area of the city and my tag was ubiquitous throughout. Roof tops, garage doors on side streets, bus stops- everything.
A few months later, I moved out of the city and to the other side of the country. My friends would send me pictures of my stuff when they came across it talking about how they couldn't go anywhere without seeing it.
Then one day, I got a message from my ex that read: "I literally see your tag everywhere I go. Every time I try to stop thinking about what I did- I just get slapped in the face with another one that reminds me of you."
Eventually it led to her apologizing for what she did, confessing that the new guy she had been with ended up cheating on her and a myriad of other things that went wrong in her life.
In all honesty, I have to admit, when that message appeared on my phone, it was one of the most satisfying feelings I've ever had.
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this would be a good movie plot honestly.
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So back in 5th grade, I was really sad and I hated my school and hated everything and I’m a diabetic, so One day I cut my insulin cord a little bit and the insulin couldn’t go through so I got sick in the middle of the day and my mom picked me up. I realized that this worked, so I did it every time I didn’t want to go to School and my bg was really high a lot and I was young and didn’t think about it but it was really dangerous and I was also wasting insulin which is expensive. So I wasn’t the smartest kid back then.
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Hey! I also have type 1 diabeeetus
NGL I’ve used it to my advantage a couple of times when I did and didn’t need to. Also had a time where I should have said something but instead got a fancy ride on the wee-woo bus
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This takes place around 8 years ago when I was 11 years old. This is not written on an alt or a throwaway, because I am aware that what I did was bad and I still do regret it to this day, but shit happens, especially when you're a dumb kid, and you guys are not the first ones I have told this story to.
Anyway, I had this buddy (we'll call him M). Me and M used to hang out alot and on this particular day we were at his house just shooting the shit, when we got the sudden urge to make a few bucks. We then started brainstorming ideas. I came up with the idea that we should walk around to peoples houses and ask for money for "charity", specifically, poor kids in Africa. (I know, horrible as fuck)
So, we start off by walking around his local block, just asking a bunch of neighbours and what not. There we managed to scrape together about 20 bucks, and we were thirsty for more. So we started walking more around town and eventually we'd managed to scrape together a whopping 100 bucks.
Our usual routine would be mostly about guilt tripping the people into donating small amounts and it worked because we were two "innocent" looking kids who just wanted to help.Now, I didn't get away with it. Here is the very ironic mistake that caught us.
We'd decided to hit the final apartment block of the day and we walk inside and start ringing doorbells. No one but one guy answered and what I didn't know, was that he was a close friend of my foster parents church group and he recognized me but I didn't recognize him. We do our usual routine and managed to get a decent amount off of him.
We then decided to go to a diner and get some burgers and fries for the "hard earned" money. A few days later I was confronted about what I had done, apparently he had told my foster parents that he thought "It was so good that I was out collecting money for charity" and they of course had no idea what he was talking about. Ever since that day, I have always donated to charities out of guilt for what I did back then.
Funny thing is, M went on to rob a gas station with his buddy a few years later, and ever since that day I have not heard from him. Life is peculiar.
TL;DR: Used to walk around with buddy and pretend to raise money for charities, got caught by a family friend because he told my foster parents.
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I gave some shady dude 5€ as he was approaching me with a pen and notepad collecting signatures and cash for poor children.
On the other hand I have wasted thousands and thousands of money already in my life.
I just signed up for helping poor and sick people in need making me like 800€ a month. Due to corona I don't find a well paid job currently but 800€ is more than enough for me as my rent is paid by welfare.
I am too much of a pussy to scam and betray, I don't need no jail in my life.
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So this is something I feel immensely horrible about and I don’t know how to express this to people I know. It gives me a lot of guilt. Using a throwaway because my main account has some personally identifying info.
My dad committed suicide early this year and I found his body when I went to visit him. It was a gunshot wound to the head. After I called 911, I stayed inside with his body and in the heat of the moment I snapped a picture of him laying there. The only person who has seen it is my sister. I look at it from time to time and take some odd comfort in seeing it I’m not sure how to explain...
I know I need to get rid of it, but I don’t know how , and the guilt I feel from taking a picture of a dead fucking body haunts me , like it’s so fucked up who does this. Why would you do that. i feel like he would be so upset with me for making this image of him permanent because when he would never want to be remembered this way. It feels almost disrespectful?
Idk that’s my confession.
Edit : I haven’t had the chance to respond to every comment but I have been reading them all. Thank you guys so much , I needed to get this off my chest and I feel a little better about myself now. Thanks for not berating me and putting me down honestly
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It's ok. If it gives you closure then by all means, keep it.
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A little back story. Back in middle school my sister and I would walk home because it was a lot faster than the bus, we only lived about a mile away. And we both often wouldn’t buy lunch so we would have a little extra cash.
So one spring afternoon we were walking home and decided to grab a snack, cheddar fries were my choice. We opened our snacks and started to feed the seagulls as we walked by a pond. My sister said something along the lines that seagulls are dumb and I insisted to tell her they are relatively smart. To prove my point I told her if they were dumb they would swoop in to grab a fri if I threw it into a busy road. But seagulls being smart would just let it be until there was no traffic.
So I throw the fri into the street and of corse a seagull comes diving in after it to retrieve the snack. BAM. Charles, the dead seagull we later named was hit by a car. The woman looked absolutely mortified and then the seagull cocked its head up for a moment then died. This has been a secret that has been kept between the three of us (me, my sister, and the driver) and we have never shared.
Moral of the story, seagulls are dumb and just want food. And don’t throw food into traffic for birds. RIP Charles hope you live on in the subreddits.
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I think a middle schooler would've gone for that fry too.
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This is really stupid. But I didn't finish a project on time and so sent the teacher a corrupted file. She bought it. I got an extra day to make the project.
This is NOTHING at all but holy hell it's the first time I've ever done something 'wrong'. I've always been a classic goody two shoes.
My descent into a life of crime begins now I guess.
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>My descent into a life of crime begins now I guess.
welp. it's all downhill from there. /s
made me chuckle
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When I was freshly 18yo, I got into a fight at the park near where I live. It was a rather large brawl, of about say, 12 people.
Mid way through the commotion, I pulled a knife out of my ankle sock and stabbed someone for the fuck of it.
Went to court and the CCTV footage was unclear and I pleaded self defence and that I never meant to stab anyone.
I know what I did, I did it cause I felt like it.
Edit: This event happened 8 years ago, just weighed on my mind for that time and figured I'd confess
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Don't do it again at least?
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My friends were having a party on campus but they didn't invite me. When I asked them about going they said I wouldn't talk to anyone and will be that one weird kid at the party. All that was true but it hurt hearing it from them. Since they had the party on university property I called campus police and told them about the party. Apparently, they had to been bored that night and went to the party to break it up. My friends were under 21 so they got in alot of trouble. I still feel bad to this day:(
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Don't really sound like friends.
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I hated my English teacher my first year of high school. He was weird and had a dry sense of humor I couldn’t appreciate at the time. But over the next few years, I learned to really like him. I was even his TA my senior year. We would always talk about music and literature. He introduced me to some of my favorite music.
I think it was my sophomore or junior year, we had a big paper to write over a book we were supposed to read, House on Haunted Hill possibly, which would be fitting. I didn’t read the damn book (then) and totally copied my friends paper. I changed it enough but was sure he’d see through my shit.
I got an A! And every damn time I saw this teacher he would tell me how brilliant my paper was. Did he know??? Did he torture me with this for the next decade?? We actually remained in touch after high school and had coffee from time to time. His wife owned a local candy shop. He passed away a few years ago after moving to a new state but every. single. time I saw him previous to that he always mentioned my amazing plagiarized paper over a book I never read.
I always wanted to tell him. To know if he really knew. I think he knew…… brilliant asshole. I miss him.
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Just imagine he DID know that you copied and he would bring it up out of pettiness just to make you remember it every single time
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When I was a kid, I had to walk to and from school. One day, when I was leaving, traffic was backed up really bad (like usual) with all the people leaving school. This was a long residential street, with the school on one end, and a busy intersection on the other end. One of the residents of the street was trying to back out of his driveway, but was blocked in by all the traffic. I was walking by about this time, and one of the cars left him a gap to back out. I also stopped so he could go. He looked at me, as if he was seeking my blessing. I waved for him to go.
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Now, what I meant was "I'll wait, you can go". But what he thought I meant was, "back all the way out across both lanes without looking".
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So, he went charging out of his driveway in reverse. Another car happened to be coming the other way, at a pretty good speed. That car swerved to miss the guy backing up, and consequently went down in the ditch, jumped a driveway and landed in a flower bed.
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The guy backing out gives me the "WTF kid?!" look, as if it was my fault.
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I must confess, I ran home and never walked on that street again. I'm sure, by running away it made it appear that I maliciously waved this person out into peril, but I didn't. Hell, I couldn't even see the other lane. But whatever.
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A grown man shouldn't be relying on a kid for driving instruction.
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Both of us had some mutual friends due to an other friend of us being muslim, we met and he took an interest in me and we dated.
I knew from the start he was muslim, i didn’t cared much because im agnostic but i knew he had a really strict muslim family.
After two weeks his mom wanted me to meet them, at first i didn’t really want to but i got along with it.
Worst.decision.ever
While his siblings were really cool and nice, his mom and dad were living hells, i gotten dirty looks and they openly said that they were disappointed that their son didn’t dated at least a muslim girl, my date said absolutely nothing because as he told me he can’t argue with his parents, so i sat there and having them offending me in every slight way, my clothes,my hair,my make up.
It got even worse when they learned im agnostic which apparently meant atheist.
I avoided going to their home after that. I was also pretty pissed with my date who kinda agreed to some stuff, he is a big mama’s boys.
It came to times that he commented about how my clothes were too revealing or how i should reconsider being agnostic.
He let his religion and his family get a lot into our almost relationship!
So i broke up with him in a time of anger and told him about how he lets his faith and family ruin what we have and i couldn’t put up with it, i even said that i wasn’t going to be treated like an object like they do in saudi arabia.
He pleaded to stay together and that he would change but i refused because inside me i knew it would be a hole in the water.
I regret for talking him harsh and after that avoiding him but i can’t play along to please him.
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Honestly I don’t see any reason to be conflicted here. You can end any relationship you want for whatever reason you want. It sounds like this was far more trouble than it was worth. I don’t see anything to feel guilty over. Even yelling at him. Honestly I think he probably got off light. Find someone who respects you enough not to let his family degrade you right to your face. That’s not okay for an adult to do and I don’t care who his parents are.
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Some of my family and close friends know that I have struggled financially. No one has any clue just how bad it was, how reckless and foolish I was, or how lucky I am to be where I am today. And nobody knows about the taxes at all. Here's my confession...
I started a small business in 1998, a single member LLC, which meant the company's tax return was schedule C of my personal tax return. I never made quarterly tax payments but always had the money for taxes until April 15, 2003. I was about 30K short so I filed the return and paid what I could, planning to pay the balance over the next few months. But business was weak, and I drew too much for myself, and a year later I had not made any payments. Plus I owed taxes again that I couldn't pay. I just submitted the return and no money at all. I did the same in 2005.
In 2005 IRS filed for a judgement against me and was awarded a tax lien for what I owed from FY 2002-2003, $116,000. IRS took no action to seize my assets then or in subsequent years.
Late in 2005 I got a golden opportunity. I took on a bunch of staff, and equipment that I signed notes on personally. Money was flowing again. At tax time 2006 I had most of what I owed but I had invested heavily in the new line of business and decided to double-down, seeing millions in profits on the horizon to wipe out my debt. So I filed but didn't pay.
By 2007 things were humming. I had leased bigger space, and increased staff again. At tax time however I was stunned by what I owed, more than $250K. I filed and sent no money, rationalizing again that I'd be sitting on millions by 2008. IRS had been sending me automatic semiannual tax statements since the judgement two years earlier but otherwise hadn't reached out to me at all, and though the amount owed was staggering I didn't feel huge pressure to pay.
Then the recession hit, and more than 60% of my business disappeared overnight on September 29, 2008.
From 2008 to 2012 I tried to downsize and stay afloat but the company died a slow death. I filed tax returns but paid nothing. When I finally closed the doors I was sitting on $1.2M of tax debt, and hundreds of thousands in company debt I had personally guaranteed. I was also broke. At the end of 2012, I sold my only significant asset, a home, for a net gain of $150,000. The IRS lien for $116,000 came off at the settlement table, but since there were no other judgments filed against me I walked away with $34,000.
In 2013 I started working for another company, earning a paycheck with normal tax deductions. I worried IRS might come after my wages but they never did. In 2014 I filed a return and was actually due a small refund, but got a letter saying it had been applied to my tax debt. It was the same in 2015 and 2016.
While the IRS wasn't coming after me, other creditors were, resulting in some judgments against me. But with no assets and living paycheck to paycheck, there was nothing to take and so no real repercussions.
In 2017 I filed for chapter 7 bankruptcy. You can have tax debt more than 3 years old discharged, provided that returns were filed. By the end of the year ALL of my debt had been discharged, and the liens and judgments nullified. The total amount was nearly $2 million, including 1.2 to IRS.
Today I am living better than I have for a decade. I am renting a nice place and my only debt is a car loan for a new vehicle I just got. I actually have the best credit since 2009. You'd be surprised by how easy it is to get credit post-bankruptcy. I have money in the bank for emergencies for the first time in a few years, and I was recently promotes to GM where I work.
A few more details you may be wondering about...
-- I always paid state taxes. Otherwise I would have lost licenses essential to operate the business.
-- I had accountants prepare the returns. I never e-filed. They would send them to me in hard copy with instructions and payment info. I signed and mailed the returns myself. I kept them mostly clueless about not paying.
-- This forum's rules prohibit posts about relationships. All of this had a big impact on those around me, obviously. It's been hard. Can't say more.
-- I do feel remorse, but not really about the taxes. I am embarrassed by my poor decisions and foolhardy optimism, and I am ashamed of all the small businesses who I owed money to but paid nothing. I am also extremely regrettful about how my actions impacted those closest me. I am very lucky to have made it to better times.
-- Always file tax returns even if you don't include money due. If I hadn't I would probably be in jail. Owing taxes is a civil matter. Not filing returns is a criminal offense.
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Irs enters chat
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when i was 15 i made a fake emancipation document, forged the signatures of my foster parents, a lawyer and a judge to get a piercing and a tattoo. the people at the piercing and tattoo place believed it and i got them done. at the time i was moving out of foster care so i my foster parents at the time (who wouldnt let me get it done) never noticed
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That’s a lot of work for a piercing and a tattoo
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When I was about 15 or 16, my parents used to work the night shift so we had all summer to get into mischief. One time, my friends and I thought it would be a good idea to go to a construction site and take a barrier and place it in the middle of the road that runs through my town. At this certain spot, you couldn't really turn around and the alternate way was to go down some suspect country roads so we knew we would have a lot of victims. We blocked both directions, then waited at the blockage to see the cars stop and wonder when they had set construction on that road. I'll admit it was pretty funny but it turned into a big deal because apparently they couldn't move the barrier without knowing who put it there so they diverted traffic down the other road that took like 3 extra miles if you were going from one side of town to the other. I never told anyone about this and the only reason I say it now is because it was like 7 years ago and I have moved away lol.
Edit: Thanks for all the up‐votes and medals!! I glad that my past crimes can be enjoyed by all these people!!
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This reminds me of when I was like 25 and living in San Francisco. Late one night, I was sitting on the sidewalk leaning against my garage door smoking a cigarette, and saw a small group of college aged kids walking in my direction, almost definitely coming home from one of the many bars. There was an intersection nearby, and off to the side there was a stacked pile of big traffic cones. I watched them quickly, almost telepathically, make a plan and disperse to put the cones across each side of the intersection. They moved fast and immediately kept walking up the street opposite me, and the moment they saw me they all jumped and froze, obviously not knowing anyone was watching them. I was just amused by their benign mischief, (the neighborhood was a grid with short blocks so the worst it would do was a small inconvenience), so I just raised my arm, gave them a thumbs-up, and they continued scuttering away.
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I was e-mailing my resume to the secretary, I realised that instead of clicking on that file I had clicked on the next file down, a photo of me masturbating with a flesh light.
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UPDATE: Here is the email response.
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[https://imgur.com/a/NisFJG6](https://imgur.com/a/NisFJG6)
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On the bright side this is a wake call that you need to work on your organizational skills if you're keeping your dick and your resume in the same folder
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When I was younger, I discovered that a particular clothing company had employee discount codes and the CEO used his last name as his code. I purchased several thousand dollars worth of clothes at the CEO’s discount rate saving a bundle of money.
I have matured and regret doing this. I have to live with my guilt.
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I would not feel guilty about this
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My wife and I were looking at a home that we were interested in buying. I had to take a dump in the worst way, so I used the bathroom. Could not find toilet paper anywhere, so I wiped my ass on a towel and put it back in the rack. I still feel bad about it, even though it was over 10 years ago. We didn’t buy the house.
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I read the title and thought you wiped with a towel while piercingly gazing out the window at a neighbors house across the street or something
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My first job as a 16 year old was at an obscure indie movie theater on the well-off part of town. During holiday season we were required to check $50 and $100 bills for counterfeit.
A man comes in and orders a large popcorn then whips out his $100 bill. I swipe it under the counterfeit machine and it doesnt flash green. I verbally express "Huh. Weird, the machines not working."
Then I use the counterfeit pen and drag it across the bill. The mark turns black. (Indicating that it's not authentic)
I look at the bill. I look back up at him. I look at the bill.
I know I should ring for my manager to come out, but I'm standing two feet from this man, all alone, how am I supposed to discreetly deal with this..? Being young and alone at the front I did NOT want to make some sort of scene or cause him to get angry or runaway. I think to myself "What the hell, no one would use counterfeit money at a movie theater anyway. If it's actually fake he probably doesn't know it lol"
I just continue the transaction and walks out with his popcorn and says "Have a good day!"
And then I realized... He came into a movie theater JUST to buy a $5 bag of popcorn and pay with a $100 bill?? This man gave me a fake 100 so he could get $95 legitimate cash in return.
I never said anything about it to the managers, even a few weeks later when they asked the whole staff where it came from, because I thought that I would get in legal trouble for accepting it.
Oops!
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I paid for Chinese delivery with cash a few months ago. The driver came back a couple hours later and told me I'd given him a fake $10 bill. I swapped him for two fives. I still have the $10 bill. It turns out the bill is from 1950 and the pens don't work on bills older than about 1960 because of some change they made in the paper..
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So, I don’t do this very often but, sometimes I’ll get the random impulse to literally poke my head out of my window (all the lights in my house off) and just shout a random phrase at the top of my lungs.
Example:
*3am and everyone is fast asleep. The neighbourhood is extremely quiet, and it’s so quiet, you can hear the slightest of movement*
Me: “ANAL BEADS” at the top of my lungs.
I proceed to close my window and just go to bed. Nobody knows who it is, yet.
Why do I do it? I just find it really funny.
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Everyone knows it you, they just think you're retarded
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Little back story: I had kidney stones while pregnant and all that could be done for me was narcotic pain management. After he was born, the doctor didn't wean me off the meds I'd been on for months so I developed a habit. At the time I had a "best friend" who was a druggie, so she'd get me pills whenever I needed them. After a while, we both decided to get clean and get better. I was clean and knew she was trying to get clean too.
When my son was 5 months old, this "best friend" was babysitting him and borrowed one of our cars to run some errands. We got a call that she'd been in an accident on I65 and totaled the car - with our infant in the back seat.
Come to find out, her "errands" were driving to a shady part of town to buy pills and snort whateverthefuck off a coffee table while my son was in his car seat beside her. When we got to the scene of the accident we had multiple witnesses tell us she was doing speeds of over 100, and appeared to be nodding off at the wheel. She rear-ended a family down from Indiana on vacation. When we showed up, she was holding my son and the first thing she said was, "They're already telling the police this was my fault, they're all liars, you know I'd never put him in danger." I said, "Just give me my baby," then the police pulled her aside to talk. While getting our belongings out of the car, my husband found a needle in the front sear.
My son was fine; his car seat had been wiggled slightly sideways, but in an abundance of caution he was still taken by ambulance to Vanderbilt Children's. I cried the entire way.
My son could have died because I decided to keep a woman around that I thought was a friend. This was years ago and I haven't spoken to her since that day. I am 100% clean and sober now because of this, but I still feel such a tremendous guilt that I have nightmares, and I'm crying now as I type.
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Forgive yourself. You know for a fact that if you'd known, you wouldn't have. Let go of the nonsensical idea that you are somehow so much better than anyone else and should have magically known what you obviously didn't know.
You would never say to anyone else, the ridiculous things you're telling yourself about this. You'd never tell someone else she should have known better. You'd never follow her all day and all night, blaming the accident on her.
So stop it!
Decide you've suffered long enough- maybe, dare I say it, too long!
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My best friend of 17 years is in a relationship with a toxic girl. I've been in a toxic relationship myself, and all the signs point toward her being exactly the same. She questions him, keeps tabs on him, is completely unreasonable, and more concerning, has struck him once, and cut her wrists in response to a fight. What's worse, is that she does this in the presence of her 3 year old daughter.
I'm going to list my reasons for concern here:
• She smokes copious amounts of marijuana daily
• Her daughter is fed a diet of takeaway food
• Her daughter is rarely put to bed before midnight
• Her daughter is always treated unfairly
One day they broke up, she threatened to kill herself in her car, with her 3 year old daughter sat beside her. My friend rushed to the house to find her daughter in tears, scratch marks down her face. His girlfriend was sat on her bed with open cuts down her arms. For me, this was the final straw. I emailed social services and told them everything - as I was genuinely concerned for the safety of her child.
Yesterday my friend told me social services had been in contact, and that someone has reported his girlfriend. I'm terrified he's going to find out it was me that reported her...but at the same time, I have no regrets. This innocent 3 years old, is exposed to things she is far to young to see/hear, and she deserves a better upbringing.
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You did the right thing
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Just discovered this subreddit and needed to confess this. I use to bully a kid in middle school. I don't know why I did it. I guess I was just overall more of a angry person back then. I regret this the most in my life. I always think back and ask myself why. Can't really ever seem to forgive myself. I had seen him around twice this year and we are on decent terms now. I just hate myself for doing that to him. I have his contact and have been wanting to treat him to a meal and catch up or something. But part of me still feels guilty. I thought typing this would be therapeutic but it didn't really work.
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It’s understandable you’re mad at yourself for this, but you know what to do. Make it right, what are you waiting for? Be honest, ask if you can make it right, and live with his answer no matter what it is. But make it right and you’ll feel better, don’t delay and do it!
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I have a fiancee that my parents would certainly not approve of, and it's being tearing me apart for the last year and a half. I met my fiancee two and half years ago, and tomorrow will be our 2 year anniversary together. We're planning on getting married this August. I couldn't be happier with her. She's funny, smart, loyal, she loves to me to death, and I feel it everyday, and on top of all of that, the best bonus any guy can ask for, she's absolutely amazing in bed. The problem? My parents and I are Chinese immigrants. My mom and dad have a strong dislike for black people. My fiancee is black, and she's an immigrant herself, from Ethiopia. For the past 2 years, my parents have being trying to introduce me to various Chinese women and obviously, since I've brushed off all of their friend's daughters, they're starting to even suspect maybe I'm gay and don't like women.
They've spent tens of thousands of dollars to put me through school, they paid for my living expense during my 5 years of college, not to mention raising me into an adult. Now that I have a good job, an amazing girlfriend, and ready to move on in life, I fear tomorrow will be the end of our family. There is no way I'm going to give up on my fiancee, I can't see myself growing old with anyone else besides her.
Big day tomorrow, wish me luck. [No Regrets]
**UPDATE**:
Wow, I never expected this post to get this much attention. For those wanting an update, the talk went a bit better than I expected. I showed my parents pictures of my girlfriend and they were slightly disappointed. No yelling, no angry lectures like I expected. I can finally get good nights of sleep after months of insomnia stressing out over this. I'm so glad this is over.
The good parts:
1. They said they're willing to accept my girlfriend because although her skin is dark, her facial features look more like a white girl than black. I know it's really racist, but at this point, I'm just so glad they're willing to accept her, I'm not gonna argue or make any comment to them about this.
2. They're happy that she's a pharmacist. So career wise, it's another +1.
3. They think she's actually pretty good looking, minus the dark skin obviously. Again, if any of this was said by anyone besides my parents, whom I'm desperately trying to convince to accept my girlfriend, I would not be so accepting.
4. I will be bringing her to meet my parents the day after tomorrow, this Sunday. I can't wait for this to happen. I've been dreaming about this day for a long time.
The bad:
This one was kinda my fault, they're not happy with the fact that I kept her a secret from them for 2 years. I did not tell them we're getting married in 3 months, I figured it's a little too much to take all at once, so I'll let them know in a month or so.
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This is a coming-out-of-the-closet level situation. Let me paraphrase columnist Dan Savage's advice.
You do not owe your parents your endless patience for their racism.
1. They're going to have a hissy-fit. Let them have one.
2. Give them some time where you patiently let them get used to the idea of your black soon-to-be wife.
3. After a reasonable amount of time (Three months? Six months?) explain that they can either: a. Shut their mouths about your life choices and treat your wife with dignity and respect or b. Keep complaining.
4. If they choose b, explain that until they shape up, they will have no access to you. Exclude them from your life entirely. They'll either put on their grown-up pants and come around or they won't and you're free from their intolerance.
Depending on their racism/stubbornness, it might take them years to come around, but they probably will.
EDIT: Changed an erroneous 'their' to a 'your'.
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When I was in fifth grade my friends and I would always do this stupid thing where we would move files and folders from the desktop into the trash can in our computer lab and then move them back onto the desktop. There was no reason to do it other than just to be a little edgelord. Well one day I did it on one of the computers in the back of our classroom that for some reason had a folder with all of our class' saved work in it. I'm pretty sure it opened one of those "are you sure you want to delete this?" windows when I moved it to the trash but I did it anyways and it immediately permanently deleted all of my class' saved work. Our teacher started freaking out a few hours later saying we had lost everything and asking if anyone had accidentally deleted it. I kept quiet but some other kid came forward saying he thought he might have messed something up on the computer. Our teacher wasn't that mad or anything and eventually somebody's dad came in and was able to recover the data, but I was able to keep my complete dumbassery a secret.
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I got accused of this in 6th grade. It was actually another kid that did it, and he confessed to me after I'd already gotten in trouble for it. The director of the department reamed me out in front of the class, red-faced and screaming, and I was so intimidated that I didn't try to object. They assumed that it was me just because they knew that I was good with computers... That was literally all they had to go on.
When my mom got wind of this, she unleashed holy hell on the school. It became quite a thing. I got an apology letter from the department director and another from the principal. My mom was a newspaper reporter; she could be relentless when it came to this kind of thing.
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I am sex worker and I have alot to confess
LONG POST
I am an escort who lives in a legal location for prostitution. I have been thinking about how people view my profession and how it makes me feel among other things.
I was reading a comment on a post the other day and I felt awful about it.
The comment was along the lines of how most girls wouldn't date a guy who has been with an escort. It made me feel that people view escorts as non human/objects.
Which honestly I'm used to. I've actually wanted to post to roast me stating i am an escort just to see if I am truly desensitized to all of the derogatory names.
The profession I am in is so much more than what it appears to be. I've substantially helped many clients with anxiety, lonliness, depression, emptiness etc. Its been statistically proven that areas with access to sex workers have lower rates of suicide/homicide. At times I feel like I am a sexual therapist. I listen to these men, actually listen. It feels like a slap in the face when most people talk about " hookers" as objects/ gross/addicts/have daddy issues etc. (The one thing I will admit that is stereotypical is I'm a self identified sex addict.)
Yes, some clients are only seeking something they can't fulfill outside of their relationships, but even then, I can't tell you how many times I have sat down with a client and gave them advice on how to better connect and restore their relationship.
I've also been feeling lately that I view men and relationships so much differently now. I used be a jealous and controlling person in relationships. I am introverted by nature so when I would find someone i connected with I would put all of my energy into them and get possessive out of fear that my relationship could be jeopardized by another person. I eventually decided being alone and fixing myself was for the best.
And now being a single provider I look at the whole idea of relationships differently. I just see people as timebombs. Waiting to get bored, stagnant, resentful of one another, growing apart. It looks like a heartache.
I also have become jaded and find men untrustworthy. (Yea I know, it's fucked up to generalize a whole gender) I've met so many men who sneak around instead of being honest with their partner. And even though this is my profession I still root for them to no longer need me and fix their relationship. I fear because of being a sex worker I have been tainted to the idea of love and honesty.
And there's times when I have no one to talk to about how I feel. How encounters with certain clients leave me emotionally bankrupt because their energy was so dark. Which I guess led me to posting a confession. I don't know, I'm kind of rambling now. But there's still so much more I could vent about! I've realized in this profession there's never one way to look at everything and I'm always contradicting myself with how I feel.
All in all though I do enjoy my work. I like making people happy and helping their mental health even if it's frowned upon.
Sorry if this is jumbled and hard to understand, I wrote it quickly just to vent.
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Did you realise there would be so much complication in your relationships and personal life when you started this work?
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When I was about 12 I think my friend and I were in my room hanging out . I don’t recall exactly what happened but we ended up getting into and altercation and it turned physical where we were arguing about something started shoving each other and I think he hit me to where I threw him to the ground and either stomped or kicked him the head . He cried and went home.
I randomly thought about this and it made me sick to my stomach . I could have seriously injured him or worse and it fucks me up inside.
This was like 12-13 years ago we were kids and I lost my cool well we both did but I took it too far and did something I regret so much . When ever we see each other we are fine and catch up on things but I just wish I never did that to him it’s not who I am I just fucked up and was a stupid kid I’m sorry man. Wish I could take this back
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I think almost everyone has one of those moments where you go from being care free to ‘shit that was fucking dangerous and I could have killed or seriously injured myself / my friend’ etc.
Deep inside something fundamentally changes and you start viewing the world with more awareness of the risks in what you do. That moment sticks with you forever.
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I absolutely love him, no matter what size he is or will become. He's 6"5, and big, just a big guy. But we both agreed it would be healthier for him to lose weight while he is still young.
But tonight when he came to bed happy with snacks, he saw my face and knew exactly what I was going to ask. "How many calories" because I knew he was over his RDI. He reappears, almost in tears. And I feel like such a dick, I hate reminding him about his calories.
He thanks me for reminding him. But I feel like the bad guy. Who wants to stop their SO from eating, their little joys get taken away :(
Edit; thank you all for the helpful comments, and to the not so helpful also. Feeling the love Reddit ♥
Edit 2; I realise that a lot of people will think I have unrealistic standards for my husband due to my size, but the main goal is for him to feel comfortable in his skin, and feel good. He's hot no matter what 😏
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I just wanted to say, I feel the love that you have for your husband and I think this was so sweetly written.
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I went to Washington DC for an eighth grade field trip. Everyone in my class was given a box of candy to sell in order to raise funds for the trip. Each box probably had 25-30 items.
The boxes had Reese's, Snickers, Twizzlers, Crunch, etc. I went all around my neighborhood to sell. As mentioned, the boxes weren't big, so it wasn't particularly difficult to sell everything within 1-2 days.
The thing was, the administration at my middle school didn't hold anyone accountable for not selling or keeping the money. They didn't mark down any names. Kids would just hand them the cash and they'd store it in the safe.
By the time March rolled around, with three weeks to go before the trip, I had made just over $500. For an eighth grade kid, I felt like Bill Gates. The field trip was one of the best experiences of my life.
And yes, I fully realize that I mooched off of my classmates who were honest about the fundraiser, and I totally played my neighbors and other people in my community who I knew. All I can say is that this isn't the person who I am today at all, and this was also nine years ago. I haven't told anyone about it, and I don't plan on it.
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In high school for a band fund raiser we were selling these discount cards. We were each given five to start with. I sold them all and kept the money ($50) on accident. By the time I realized I still had the money in my backpack it was the summer and school was out. I felt super guilty for years. Then recently I realized my mom was the treasurer of the band booster and she must have thought I didn’t sell any and probably paid the $50.
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My friend brought a photo album with all her baby pictures to school. It had pictures of her as a baby and she was very excited to show us. When she left it aside during recess, I took it. I honestly don't know why I did it, I just did. I brought it straight to my house and dug it deep in my trash. To make things worse it had her hospital braclet from when she was a newborn. Now that it's been over 10 years I just feel god awful.
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Jesus, I feel second hand bad after reading this
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when i was younger, i use to take gift cards from shops and actually think they were money on them. i didn’t ever try and use them but i use to play games with them and pretend they were credit cards, it was kinda fun, but yeah
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I mean tbh that’s probably about as harmless of a thing to steal as it gets
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I was in a hotel in Vietnam, and the water wasn't working. I could feel a explosive diarrhoea coming, and I didn't want to poop into the toilet and just leave it there, since I was sharing a room.
So I placed some toilet paper into the bag, squatted and pooped into it. Then it dawned on me, I had a bag of shit and I couldn't just put it in the bin, so I threw it out the window onto a roof. It made a loud thud and now one day, someone is going to go on that roof, open that bag, and the stench of my decomposed poop in the Vietnam sun is going to blast them in the face.
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It had to be done.
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I got super sick off of funnel cakes in college and I was on my first date with my now husband. To avoid absolutely blasting his face with vomit I ran inside our dorm building, found the nearest bathroom, and obliterated the entire back wall of the first toilet. It was 2am, I was feverish and about to black the heck out so I panicked and locked the stall from the inside, crawling underneath the door like some feral animal to make my escape.
Sometimes when it’s late at night I think about who had to clean that up. I think that someone may have had to crawl underneath there only to find a Splatoon painting of vomit. I stay awake at night haunted by my sins. I’m so sorry sweet janitorial staff. You didn’t deserve that. I think of you every time I have funnel cake now.
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One morning, heavily pregnant, I pulled over frantically in a high school parking lot and projectile vomited lucky charms like a demon in front of multiple horrified teenagers. So I too have late night vomit memory anxiety. It will be okay.
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It started with benzos and now I can’t go through my day without taking 15+ pills and cocaine. and anything else I can find. I just don’t wanna feel anything anymore. No one in my life knows. I have the perfect school record and I have a book deal but I just don’t wanna feel anything. And all my dealers suddenly caught feelings for me so they won’t sell to me anymore so the withdrawal is also hard.
And I know if I overdosed nobody would care.
Edit; I can’t reply to all the comment but u don’t know how much it means to me. I appreciate all of you❤️thank you for spreading kindness in an ugly world
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Hey if youre in benzos withdrawal its time to see a physician! They'll help you through it safely. If you can afford coke you can afford the doctors so none of that I'm american our healthcare system is lower than dogshit excuse. As for your general dependancy maybe try smoking weed or something less intense (NOT alcohol) until you're out of the worst of it to take the painful edges off.
You've got a book deal! Try to remember a time when that would have excited you and think about how pissed that version of you would be to find you squandering it.
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I work at a decently well known top tier private college on the east coast. All of the students here are complete assholes, born with silver enemas up their ass. They ignore EVERYTHING I say, from “Hello!” to “your total is 9.26” and even just “do you need your receipt?” Half of them don’t even bother to put away their cellphones, take out an ear bud, or even glance at me throughout the entire interaction. They scatter shit all around the store and as the only employee there it’s extremely stressful for me to have to be constantly up keeping my shelves.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not over here ripping off broke college students. I can see their ending balance on their ID cards after every transaction, and these kids constantly have 2k+ loaded into it, I’ve seen balances as high as $5500 and most of them just let it expire away at the end of the year anyways (even though we hardcore advertise food bank donation programs for extra left over university dollars, as they can’t be refunded once loaded into their cards.)
I know, I know, stealing is wrong, blah blah it’s your job to deal with it, blah blah I know but I don’t care anymore. Even if they never notice the extra petty 1.29 in the price (which they never do because they don’t fucking listen to my mouth words) it gives me a tiny bit of spiteful satisfaction and it doesn’t hurt them at all since most of those dollars come from full ride scholarships/parents.
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This reminds me of a story my mom did for the city paper (she was a photographer) that had a wealthy private university in it. All of the kids at the end of the year would leave year-old TVs, couches, stereos, you name it; because mommy and daddy would buy them all new things for the following school year. They would just stick them out by the dumpster or on the side of the street. Then everyone else just goes to town!
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I have created a throwaway accpunt here because my wife knows my username and i would greatly like for her never to know my shame. I have recently changed careers from a desk job to a more physicslly demanding career. Becase of this my eating and digestive habits have drastically shifted. I havent gone poop in a couple days. This happens from time to time and has necer really been an issue. Today I pulled up in front of a new friends house for only the second time. He lives in downtown of a close city. Right on a busy street near a well lit intersection. The moment I step out of the car I feel the tummy rumblins start. Now he is a cool dude but I do not know him well enough to unleash this hell in his bathroom. I look across the street longingly to where there is a store with a public restroom. I take two steps towards the store only to realize I dont have that kind of time. I figure I'll bite the bullet and just run into his house. Only then I realize this too is not gonna be close enough. I step beside my car in a panic as I start to feel something leak through my clenched defenses. I process all my options and settle on what I see is my only option. I face my back to the car on the passenger side so the road cant see pull my pants down and blow a foul geiser of doarrhea all over my bumper the street amd a little on the sidewalk. I pull up the shorts and run to the public restroom to wash myself off. Nothing got on my clothes and to the best of,my knowledge noone saw. The entire poop took less than 20 seconds before I could plug the damn until I could get home. Now my car smells until I get it washed tomorrow but otherwise I got away clean. Im almost a little proud to have gotten away with it.
TL;DR: I was forced to shit in the street and got away without notice. Stomach feels much better and I am shame free.
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Well, as the saying goes: shit happens
Sounds like you ultimately made the right choice
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Ok so, I used to ride the bus when I was in 5th grade, and in the morning, there was some other kids waiting for the bus as well, so this kid, his name will be frank for this, was really obnoxious and annoying, and he would intentionally get under your skin. So one day he decided to make fun of my last name, which most people thought was cool as hell, but he just wanted to be a prick. So I warned him to shut up, and he just kept going, and kept going, so I calmly walked over to him, and told him, "I dare you to say it again". He did, and I promptly yeeted his head into the thick gravel he was standing by, and it wasn't like normal gravel, it was basically rocks. I felt so satisfied, but now I'm like, "damn, I hope hes alright after that" (P.S. I was actually 10 when this happened so dont keep correcting me please)
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I pushed a wagon in front of a girl who was riding her bike down a hill. Fucked her up. She didn’t pick on me after that. I was 7, she was 12.
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I started a new job just over a year ago. I work 7-3 most days, and I don’t own a car so I usually walk from my apartment to my place of work. The walk to work is mostly on main streets, but there is one alleyway that I take to make the walk \~5’ shorter. Next to this alley is a coffee shop. My city has a noticeable homeless population, and there are some people who hang out along the streets asking for food, money, etc. They are mostly harmless–they don’t get in people’s way or harass anyone, as far as I know. But there is one guy, we’ll call him “Bob” for simplicity, who hangs out outside of the coffee shop most days, waiting for someone to buy him a coffee. For years, I’ve been in the habit of treating myself to an iced latte every Friday, so on my first Friday on the job I naively bought this man a coffee when he asked me to, not realizing the big mistake I made. I bought him an 8oz hot black coffee (the cheapest item on the menu) and myself my usual 20oz latte. When I exited the coffee shop, before I could hand Bob his drink, he snatched my drink and walked off before I could blink.
From that day on, every time I passed the coffee shop, Bob would catcall me and yell at me to buy him a coffee. Occasionally he would even follow me down the alley and try to take my belongings. I felt very threatened because that early in the morning there weren’t many people around on the street, which I think is why he did it. When I passed that place in the evening, he usually didn’t say anything, as more people were around. Usually, Bob was completely harmless, but he followed me down the alley MORE than a few times, occasionally trying to take my belongings or my latte.
About a month after I started my new job, I bought my latte and walked down the alley. Bob followed me down the alley, only this time he managed to get really close to me and reached out to snatch the latte from my hand. Before I could think, my other hand hit his jaw. The thing is, I’m a pretty big girl–5’11” and 155 pounds. I run and lift weights, so I’m athletic too. I’ve never hit someone outside a classroom setting, but I have some martial arts experience, so I know the knockout points and can throw a good punch. I once knocked out a strong 280 lb man on accident during a class, so it was no surprise that this guy went out cold, hitting the side of a building on his way down. I think I saw blood on his face, but I’m not sure because I kept walking.
Nobody saw. There were no windows facing the alley, and we were far from the main roads. Since it was just past 6am, not many people were out, even on the main roads. My actions that day were rash, and I am in no way suggesting anyone do something similar because you never know who is watching. That said, I haven’t seen this guy anywhere near the coffee shop. I highly doubt that I killed him, but I think I scared him off. I’m not sure how crime investigation stuff works, but it’s been a year and I’ve heard nothing. As far as the world knows, I am innocent, and I plan on taking this secret with me to the grave.
Update: After reading some comments, I want to respond to some common threads:
1–Since the incident, I have stopped taking the shortcut to work, and instead take the main roads. An extra 5’ isn’t worth getting robbed lol. There is usually at least SOMEBODY on those roads who will see if someone tries anything, and the buildings all have windows. I’ve also invested in pepper gel, since it’s better for temporarily disabling an assailant rather than permanently injuring them. In general, this incident has made me a lot more cautious and aware of my surroundings. So far, an incident like this has not happened again.
2–A bunch of people are saying this post is fake because there’s no way someone as “small” as me can knock out a 280 lb man? Have y’all never SEEN a 5’11 155 lb woman? I would attach a photo of myself if I could (that would defeat the whole point of anonymity), but if you want a reference for what I look like, I have a similar body to Katie Ledecky. We are almost the same height and weight and she is NOT small. I can bench my bodyweight and deadlift more than double my bodyweight. Also, if you know anything about pressure point theory, you know that no amount of muscle or size will protect someone if you hit certain points straight on. When I knocked out the 280 lb man, he was standing perfectly still, right in front of me. I was being directed where to hit by my instructor, and I put too much power behind it and knocked him out. It’s hard to hit the points correctly in real time unless you have lots of experience (I have \~2.5 years of experience), but Bob was a lot more frail than that guy so he was easier to knock out even if I didn’t hit the point on his jaw perfectly.
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Nah fuck that dude, don’t sweat it
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I had about 60 coupons because i didn't use them before so i decided to use them.I had 20 coupons from Pizza Pizza that said"Get 2 medium pizzas by ordering 1 extra large pizza".Bro i abused this to the limit got so many free pizzas that they stop giving them out coupons.Only used like 60 dollars but it was worth it.Moral of the story GG
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You probably lost out. Two mediums is almost always less pizza than one extra large.
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I've felt bad about this all of my life. There was a girl named Mae in my second grade class. She was very poor, often wore dirty, floor-length dresses, her hair was unkept, and she wore old shoes. She was also very shy, and looking back, I remember Mae as being nice and sweet to everyone. Still, for some reason, my second-grade brain was grossed out by her. Whenever I saw her, I would immediately point at her with a disgusted look, and say in a disgusted, loud tone, "Ewwwwww... Maeee!", no matter who was around. I would tease her about her hair and clothes. She would never respond or look up at me. She kept her head down and absorbed my ridicule. This went on for at least half of the school year. Nobody else made fun of her like I did.
She didn't live in my little town very long, and I don't ever remember seeing her after my second grade year. I'm now 53years old, but I have thought about my behavior many, many times and I look back on that sweet girl with empathy and heartbreak every time I think of how I treated her. I have since raised 2 (now grown) daughters and cannot think of anyone being mean to them without also remembering how mean I was to Mae. If I could, I would apologize to Mae. But, sadly, my only chance at repentance is my deepest regret.
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Hi. I'm Mae. Not in the sense that I am really her. But I was in her position, didn't have the best clothes, shoes, and no one to help me with my hair. I was made fun of and it didn't feel good. I now have a daughter and those lessons helped me raise my daughter to know other peoples opinions of you aren't your responsibility and their opinions do not define you.
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My first award!!! Thank you so much, I am truly touched by your kindness:)
I’m humbled by everyones comments. Thank you.
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It was 26 years ago, I was 7, he was turning 7 and 'Robert' asked me to go to his party.
So it's Saturday, I arrived at my grandparents house ready for the party all excited. I rock up to Robert's front gate to see all my friends having fun and playing away.. I enter, Robert appears and says "You're not allowed in.." I ask "Why not?" to which Robert replies "because I said so!"
I left Roberts front gate and walked back down the street to my grandparents house again..
Robert follows me;
"You can't come innnn, you can't come iiiinnnnn!" and follows me into my Grandad's garage where I told him to go away and get out of my driveway...
He ignored this request and continued with a barrage of insults and teasing me.
I decided enough was enough and picked up a bottle of WD-40 and sprayed it right in his eyes..
To this day I have not seen Robert, nor do I know how he is, all I know is he got what he deserved and I'm not sorry.
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Robert probably doesn't see you either you blinded him.
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I go to college in California, and it's pretty expensive here, like most of the U.S. My tuition is $20,000 a year, and that's without housing and food. So, when you go to school here, you expect to get your money's worth considering the cost. I came in as a transfer last year, and signed up to live in the transfer housing community, which was a set of nice apartments on campus dedicated to transfers. Well, what happened last year was the school accepted too many students, mainly freshmen, so they placed as many freshmen as they could in dorms, and then put the rest of them in the transfer community housing. That created an issue for some of the transfer students, such as myself, as the school had nowhere to put them. We got placed in "temporary housing," which was condemned housing in an unsafe area across the freeway from the school. It was due to be torn down in March, so the school was trying to place people in housing asap. These apartments were only 625 square feet with four people in each one, and were super run down. The school didn't give us a discount or anything while I was living there, and charged us the same amount that they would have if we had been living in the nice apartments they promised us. It was ridiculous, and 1300 a month for this place, per person. So 5600 a month total, which is insane even for California. Basically, the school started putting the left-over transfers wherever they could. Some got placed in freshmen dorms, and I was not about to live in a dorm again, especially after being promised something better. The school still didn't have enough space, and they offered students a bribe to cancel their housing contracts and find somewhere else to live. I found a girl who was in the same situation and we found a place together and took the school's money, which was a pretty good amount, although not as much as they should have offered to be honest. So, her apartment was fully furnished, because the people who lived there before left all their furniture and everything. Most apartments were barely furnished at all and filled with furniture that the school rented. So my friend's apartment had all this nice furniture from Ikea, including a table, couch, five paintings, a really nice small cabinet, a coffee table, and a side table. Also, the people in the apartment across from her moved out and didn't lock the door, so there was that place too. We took almost everything from her apartment, including four chairs from the apartment across from hers. We were able to furnish our entire new apartment that we got together and used the paintings to decorate. We also took two desk chairs from my apartment and two mattresses. The school never said anything. My dad even helped us. He brought down the SUV and we went back and forth from the old apartments to our new one. So yeah basically my first bonding experience with my roommate was looting an apartment. We found some housemates and stuff too, and they got lucky because they didn't have to provide any furniture. We probably got over $1200 worth of furniture from those apartments. We didn't take the couch though, as there was no space, but we now live in a very nice apartment right across the street from where our old apartments used to be. They've been demolished now. Before they did that we saw moving trucks going over there and people loading all the furniture the school rented onto them, but no one ever contacted us about what we took. The desk chairs and mattresses belonged to the school, but we took them anyways. So yeah, that's why I sleep on a stolen mattress every night. Considering how much we get ripped off as students, it really was worth it, no regrets.
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You stole some furniture, by the sounds of the situation the school had bigger problems. Like lawsuit problems lol
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I’ve managed to keep this one a secret.
During my last year of college I was working two jobs. I also hated writing papers to begin with. I was over the whole school thing and just wanted to start working and making money.
I went online and found someone who wrote papers for money. This person wrote me my last two essays of my final year of college. I got good grades on both and was never questioned on anything. To this day I have never told anybody about this. Not my wife. Not my best friend. Nobody.
Feels good to finally tell someone.
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I used to write college papers for money. Haha.
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I was walking home from school in 6th grade and I had some matches, since I was fascinated by fire. I lit some dry grass on fire, and then attempted to blow it out when it flared up. That just made it bigger, and before I knew it, a large part of the field, next to some houses, was burning. I ran down the street to a house where I knew a firefighter worked. His wife called the fire department and they put it out before any houses burned down. Later that day, they came to my house to present me with my very own fire fighter's helmet (a kid version) after asking me some questions. They wrote it off to a magnifying effect of some broken glass they had found in the burnt grass. I never found out if my parents suspected me, and that fire fighter's helmet on my bed post was a massive source of guilt for years! Certainly never tried anything like that again.
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Wow reminds when I was I was walking to school and was playing with matches in an earlier grade. Maybe 3rd. Started a grass fire next to a house tried to stamped it out. Failed. Ran next door to get water hose. Put it out and quickly left the scene. Chose to walk home a different route that day. What is it about kids and fire.
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So I just want to start this by saying I no longer do this as my situation has improved.
Essentially what I would do is take any amount of food I wanted to the self service machine, enter the code for something that had been reduced (was the same code every time) and the last two numbers determined the price. So i would literally take a whole basket of shopping, type the code XXXXXXX01 and it would got through as one penny. Because it's a code for something reduced it doesn't check for weight meaning you could put as many items in the bagging area and it would go through with no problems. I had a few close calls but in total I would say I stole approximately £5,000 over a 1 year period. I started seeing news articles about people getting caught and arrested over it, so I soon stopped, also the exploit has been patched now so no longer possible.
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At what shop was this, Asda, Sainsbury’s etc?
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I am not looking for advice or to be judged. It's a confession.
I got high on cocaine and spent hours doing schoolwork. Yesterday I got high and did schoolwork for four hours. It truing into a habit. If I have a paper to do, I want to get high to do it. I am pulling all-nighters and going straight to school. It has not negatively affected me. I have never missed a day of college. I am in week 7 of college. I have done all the readings and assignments and earned good grades on all my exams.
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How fuckin rich do you have to be to use coke for casual homework
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I formerly worked as a receptionist in a hotel that was part of a huge hotel chain. We had departmental targets that we had to reach each day which included signing up guests who were checking in for our loyalty programme. Basically if you were part of the programme you would earn points every time you stayed at a hotel in the chain and then be able to spend these points on benefits like discounts in the restaurants and free stays. Sounds like a good deal but the downside is the constant barrage of spam emails from the hotel.
To incentivise the receptionists to convince guests to sign up for the programme, we would also earn some of these points that we could spend on the same benefits if we signed up a guest during a check-in. Persuading people to sign up for the programme was a lot harder than you might think so to create a win/win situation for myself I would take their email address from their check-in form and sign them up for the programme without their knowledge, earn points and also meet the departmental goals. This was a major no-no from a company policy point of view but kind of encouraged by my managers. Eventually I started to un-tick the box on their loyalty programme resignation that would turn off the marketing spam emails but I'm afraid a lot of people are probably still receiving those annoying marketing emails today.
Eventually after 2 years I had signed up around 3000 people and earned a lot of points using my devious methods and was able to stay in some very nice hotels.
Edit: I did this in Europe before GDPR came along.
TLDR - I signed up guests for a loyalty programme they didn't know about and I earned enough points to stay in hotels for free
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And that's why I put "do not have" in the email field during check-in. When the receptionist acts surprised, I tell them with a straight face that I do not use email. But I still want my wi-fi code.
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[No Regrets]
My mom went insane and I lined up a friend to go spend the night with. The problem is he lives 2 miles away and it is 11 degrees outside here in Minnesota. I got half way in just a sweatshirt and couldn't feel anything anymore.
This guy pulled up to me and asked if I needed help, and I got into his car without a second thought. 20s white guy, but I would have done it no matter what he looked like. Getting murdered is preferable to freezing to death. He randomly gave me a box of twinkies that was in his back seat when he dropped me off. Wish I could repay him. I don't know his name.
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In the future take a pic of the back of the vehicle and text it to your friend and let them know you are hitching a ride. This will give police a massive headstart to find you if anything ever happens.
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I was a clumsy freshman in high school, and our high school band went on an international field trip to London where we actually played in the St. Patrick's Day parade. But anyway, we had a lot of excursions during our week long stay there and I had signed up to go to Buckingham Palace. The day of the excursion arrives, and I start chewing on a piece of gum. After me and the group had reached the palace, the gum lost its flavor, and honestly, I was too lazy to go throw it in a trashcan that was literally 20 feet away from the security checkpoint. So yeah, I'm in line waiting to pass through, and there's this plastic table where everyone's bags are checked. I see the guard look away for a minute and I swiftly take the flavorless gum out of my mouth and stick it right under the table. Mission accomplished. Well, during the tour of the palace, I was feeling so uneasy and I was paranoid that they saw me on a camera or something, but nothing happened when the tour finished. Those next few days we were in London, I kept my eyes glued to BBC because I really thought that they were gonna DNA test the gum and arrest me for vandalizing Buckingham Palace. So the trip ends, and for the next few weeks back in the states, I'm was still paranoid as shit thinking the FBI was going to kick my door down and arrest me for sticking my chewed gum under a security checkpoint table at Buckingham Palace. Well, it's now been 6 years since that infamous moment so I guess I'm in the clear haha.
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They’re waiting for you to submit your DNA to 23&Me
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When I was 12 or 13, my mom had a beautiful glass coffee table. I'm sure it was expensive.
I had just got home from school, and my mom was at work. I made some cereal, and turned on cartoon network.
I sat on the couch, and propped up my legs on the table, and **CRACK**
The table cracked down the middle into 2 big pieces..
In a panic, I was trying to fit the pieces back together. But the only way it would stick, is if I put my foot under one of the glass pieces proping it up.
So that's what I did. I sat there for 45 mins with my foot holding up this big piece of glass.
My mom finally got home, walked inside with bags in her hand and slammed the door behind her. With her leg.
As she slammed the door, I moved my foot and the glass shattered on the metal bars under it.
I made a face like 😱😱 (shocked) I even gasped out loud..
She stood there silently for a second. Then accepted what she thought she had done.
To this day she thinks she slammed the door and the vibration broke the glass.
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Gotta appreciate the acting skills required to pull of such clutch moments
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I was probably 8 years old and I’m not sure why we wanted money for buckets and felt like we couldn’t ask our parents, but we did. So we decided to make up a story about collecting donations for church to fund our bucket endeavors. We made it to one house, received money, and felt so guilty that we immediately took the money and buried it. That was the day our bucket dreams died, but at least we knew we had somewhat of a moral compass..
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Am I missing something? Is bucket slang for something? I’m picturing a couple of kids getting really hyped up to buy a shitload of pails and building a massive sand castle.
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I was 19 and an EMT fresh out of training, and I was working with this older guy who I thought was cute and I loved to make him laugh. I was in the elevator taking her to hospice, and I used her arms to do the YMCA. I felt terrible INSTANTLY and I have never told anybody about it since. I am 27 now and when I think of it, I punch myself in the head. I am more disgusted with myself than I can ever describe about what I did but I'm not a bad person :(
Also, this was a single isolated event, I would always go to great lengths to comfort my hospice patients. Unironically, I want to go back to school to be a hospice nurse.
(For anybody who might not know what hospice is, it's comfort care for people who are in their final stages of a terminal illness). Unfortunately, this woman probably passed away within hours to days of this...
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I was caring for an old lady in her last few days. Her grand-daughter visited. I asked what music her grandma liked. She said Frank Sinatra. I put on the CD. The first song comes on.
'and now... The end is near... And so I face.. the final curtain'
I was mortified. Suggested I skip to the next song... We did laugh though.
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I am not addicted to a specific substance, but I can't go more than a day or two without using. I know the damage I'm doing to myself, yet I can't stop.
I have mental health issues which is why I started self-medicating in the first place, combined with suffering trauma throughout my childhood and adolescence.
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welcome to reddit - you’re not alone in this
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i've been clean for nearly 2 years. Life has been rough as hell over the past week or so and I feel like i'm losing everything. I'm so upset because of how hard I worked to get where I am, but I just don't know where to go or what to do now.
I don't know what in me brought me to using. I just want to take back the decision i made to get here.
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Same thing you did last time, pick yourself up, dust yourself off... One. 2years will be back in no time
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I have felt horrible about this for years. When I graduated from college I rented a room in a lady’s house. Several other rooms were rented out to different people, but she also lived there. She always asked for cash so that’s how I paid. I had no idea how to budget and was horrible with money. Eventually I couldn’t afford rent and other expenses. I realized she put my rent cash in her purse and she usually left the purse on the stairs leading into her room. I started sneaking the rent money back out of her purse when I needed cash. I tried to replace it if I could, but there were times I wasn’t able to. She never said anything or asked any of us if we had taken any money from her. I only ended up living there for a few months before moving again of my own choice. I’ve always felt bad and wondered if she ever knew I was doing that.
Edit: I just wanted to say thank you for the response on this. I’m a long time lurker here. I’ve debated posting this story for months so the awards and kind comments really mean a lot. After reading some comments about making sure I don’t get into legal trouble, I’m planning on maybe giving her a gift card and nice note thanking her for letting me stay there. I put this in a comment below, but I’ll say it here too and cross my fingers no one thinks I’m justifying myself. I did take money, but if it was a large sum I generally replaced it. I don’t calculate more than $150/$200 being taken and not given back and that’s being on the generous side. It was years ago though and again I can’t remember exactly how much I took. I’ve really enjoyed reading everyone’s comments and appreciate your input!
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She knew, I'm sure and not to make you feel worse, but people don't typically rent out their extra rooms unless they need the income to help cover high cost bills that they're struggling with like their mortgage, medical care/treatments, providing for a family member in some way, etc...
Might not hurt to consider remedy your taking advantage of that woman in order to cover your own financial mistakes. A letter of apology and a check for what you owe her, maybe?
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When I was 25, I was going through a very dark time. I had just quit my corporate job because I was miserable to the point I was starting to become physically ill. I had no idea what I was going to do with my life. I moved in with my mom and step dad and felt like a loser while all my friends appeared happy with their careers, marriages etc.
I didn’t realize at the time that I was dealing with severe anxiety. I started buying Xanax pills off a neighbor and then that turned into buying pills off neighbors friend of a friend type thing. No one knew.
My mom and step dad went out of town for a week and I went on a complete bender with these pills. I had no idea that you couldn’t mix alcohol with them. I drank two bottles of wine and took 3 Xanax pills. Fell asleep and came to about 3 days later with no recollection of anything.
Scared me straight. I never took another pill again. Stopped drinking completely for about 7 years. I drink occasionally now, probably less than 1 drink every 3-6 months.
But yeah, no one knows that story or about my drug problem. I realized after that situation how badly I wanted to live. Lots has changed since then and I’m just happy to be here.
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I am that middle twenty-year-old right now. It's dark
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