greenmangostudio

so i recently this week started and took some of my dads weed. this sounds like utter bullshit but I have some friends who eanna do weed, I said I wouldn't but would help them and decided to learn as much as I could so I have researched bowls, bongs, how to pack etc etc, but my family has a history of drugs and i never used the weed but I would pour it down the sink once grinded so he probably thinks I smoked it. he caught me this morning snd said lets have a chat so I will this afternoon, but I used to always lie and have boy who cried wolf myself so im almost certain he won't believe me and will tell my family im living with atm, but he would tell them I smoked it when I didnt, just very worried and need some help. tldr; took some weed to practise packing with etc, got caught snd no idea what to do.

A coworker was explaining a process I didn’t fully understand. I nodded along, doing the usual “yeah yeah” to avoid looking clueless. At the end, they said, “Does that make sense?” I said, confidently, “Yeah, totally.” Big mistake. They immediately followed with, “Great, can you walk the team through it later?” I agreed. Hours later, I found myself standing in front of people trying to explain something I barely understood. I started strong, repeating phrases I remembered, but as soon as someone asked a follow-up question, everything fell apart. I ended up saying, “It’s kind of… a flow situation,” which means nothing. Afterward, the original coworker gently said, “Next time just say you’re unsure.” I will. Forever. TL;DR: Pretended to understand something and got assigned to explain it to others.

A friend brought homemade chili to a small hangout and warned everyone, multiple times, that it was “pretty spicy.” Now, I like spicy food. Or at least I thought I did. So when everyone else took cautious little spoonfuls, I decided to prove something to absolutely no one and filled my bowl like it was a normal meal. First bite: fine. Second bite: okay, noticeable. Third bite: mistake. It hit me all at once. Not just heat, full body betrayal. My ears got hot, my eyes started watering, and my nose decided it was time to participate in the situation. I tried to play it cool, nodding like “yeah this is good,” while internally negotiating with whatever higher power handles poor decisions. Someone asked, “You okay?” and I said, “Yeah, it’s not that bad,” right before my voice cracked and I started sweating like I was in a sauna. I didn’t want to waste food or admit defeat, so I kept eating. I finished the bowl. I should not have finished the bowl. The next hour was me sitting ve...

This started as one of those random self-improvement moments. I was at my desk and suddenly became hyper-aware that I sit like a shrimp. Back curved, neck forward, shoulders doing whatever they want. So I thought, okay, I’m going to fix this. Right now. New me. I straightened up. Shoulders back, chest out, core engaged. I even Googled “correct sitting posture” and tried to match the diagram like I was being graded. At first it felt great. Like I had unlocked some kind of adult achievement. Then my brain decided that if I relaxed even slightly, I’d immediately revert back to being a shrimp forever. So I didn’t relax. For three hours. I sat there rigid like a museum mannequin. Didn’t lean back, didn’t shift, didn’t even reach for my water properly because that would break “form.” My coworker asked if I was okay because I hadn’t moved in a while and I said, through clenched abs, “I’m fixing my posture.” Eventually I stood up and my entire body locked up. My back cramped, my legs f...

So this happened when I was in 10th grade, which I know is very late for this but still. In my family we were prohibited from drinking coffee, like at all. We weren't Mormon or anything, but my mom had a huge coffee addiction and thought that if we started we would also have or something, idk. Anyways, one day I found her secretly hidden coffee that was already grinded. And the next time I had an exam and was pulling an all-nighter I got the coffee, poured hot water and made it next to an open window to make sure my mom wouldn't smell it. I drank the entire thing and was left with the coffee grounds which I thought were part of the coffee and I had to drink it. It tasted disgusting, but I knew that coffee tasted really bitter, so I thought that that was the bitter part. And all through out that year I would do my nighttime secret ritual when I had an exam or had to stay up late for any reason and all those times I would drink the coffee grounds even though they tasted absolut...

My toddler likes to listen to music on his CD player before bed, and he recently asked for a specific genre of music. I got a CD from our local library for him to listen to. Well, he LOVES it and it is what he listens to EVERY NIGHT. I went to the band website to see if I could buy the CD before we have to return it to the library, and they only sell their new CDs. So now he loves this CD that I know I’ll have to return soon and I have to find one on a resell page to buy our own. Libraries are amazing resources but just be prepared to have to buy your own version or have a hard conversation/tantrum in the future 🥴 TL;DR TIFU by using a library CD in toddler’s bedtime routine and now I have to pay $$ to buy one used since the band doesn’t produce them anymore