greenmangostudio

My friend(person a) accused me of gossiping to person b, saying that I told person b that person a was talking behind their back. Person a sends a screenshot of a message person b sent them accusing person a of slabbering, my name was not mentioned by person b. Person a is accusing me but the issue is I don't ever recall mentioning them to person b that day and in the screenshot my friend sent I was not mentioned. I took a screenshot of the messages they sent me because I was busy at the time which seemed to annoy them even more. I was told not to speak to person b and they would talk but it will be days before that happens. As a result I am ghosting both of them. I am torn because these are 2 people I am most friendly with and see them every time in work. I hate to think that I have said something that would have ruined one of my only friendships in work. TLDR: Being accused of slabbering by one of my friends and they said that they wont speak to me anymore.

Idk if this belongs here or not but I’ll try it anyways. So, first of all I’d like to apologise in advance for my horrendous English and grammar, English isn’t my native language. I was on the bus seated in back like I always do when someone sat down next to me, me being antisocial af just ignored the guy and minded my own business. The guy sitting next to me looked pretty normal nothing wrong, didn’t get any bad vibes. After a few stops he moved to sit in another set a few seats from mine, that’s when I noticed a small clear bag with some white prouder laying on the set next to me, my first thought was holyshit that’s Coke… so here I am staring at that god forsaken bag thinking the police is about to show up so in my panic my second thought was OFC to pull out my phone and take a pic to send to my friend group THAN I stood up to switch seats and accidentally nocked the bag onto the floor and my IDIOT brain thought “hey, that’s not supposed to be on the floor, LETS PICK IT UP.” So I...

I “greened out” on my first edible high. It wasn’t even dosed so god knows how much canna butter and oil was in this fruity pebble rice crispy treats. I ate it around noon and enjoyed the couch lock just chilling playing some PS4 (at the time), got up to go to the bathroom, managed to get there after struggling to walk for 15 minutes I got my pants down started to piss and it felt like forever trying to finish. As soon as I pulled up my pants I fell face forwards splitting open the edge of my eyebrow on the counter next to the toilet bowl. I messed up big time I forgot to drink water and got so dehydrated from the edible my piss was brown af which I was too high to realize but my dad found me at 2am while trying to get into the bathroom because I landed on the floor behind the door after smacking my head. TLDR: took edible, enjoyed high, went to piss and then passed out from dehydration.

So, I got home from work around 8:30 in the morning. I put my stuff down, fed the dog, and sat down to join my wife in the livingroom as she watched YouTube. She offered to let me watch something, but I was fine watching whatever she wanted to watch. I didn't say it, but my reasoning was that I didn't want to watch anything because I was most likely going to fall asleep after having been awake all night long. She was watching courtroom judges berating dumb lawyers. It was pretty funny. I told her that I was fine watching whatever she wanted to watch. I started falling asleep, which is something that just happens after a 10 hour overnight shift. I get up, take a shower, come back and sit down. She offers me the remote to watch whatever I want and again I said whatever she wanted was fine. She puts on a Game Grumps compilation. Cool, I like Game Grumps. I introduced her to them. We watch. I start to fall asleep again. I fight to stay awake, but I'm losing the battle. She...

I was staying with a friend for a couple days, and part of that was making my own food. He made dinner for me two of the nights, but the rest of the time I was on my own, which was fine by me. I made instant ramen, sticking just to the water, flavoring packet, and a little hot sauce because I didn't want to use up all his food. It tasted really different than it does at home, but I chalked it up to differences in the tap water. Chores were divided according to a chart and for the first few days I was there, dishes were his sister's responsibility, not ours, so I just rinsed and scraped my pot when I was done and put it in the sink, which was overflowing. You couldn't see the bottom. On the third day I was there, it was our turn to do dishes. I went to go wash the pot I had used, and then i saw- God I wish i had thought to take a picture. The bottom of the sink was filled with several inches of dark brown liquid, some mix of coffee and water and food gunk from the dishe...

As a mom of two adorable, yet incredibly energetic kids, I always try to start our mornings with a fun and nutritious breakfast. Today, I decided to surprise them with homemade pancakes - their favorite! I had everything prepared: the batter perfectly mixed, the griddle hot, and their favorite toppings lined up. The kids were already at the table, their faces beaming with excitement. However, in my haste to make the pancakes extra special, I grabbed the baking soda instead of the baking powder. You see, in the chaos of our morning routine, I didn't realize I had placed both containers next to each other in the cabinet. The difference might seem small, but in the world of baking, it's huge! The first pancake hit the griddle and started to bubble up like a science experiment gone wrong. It puffed up way too much, and when I tried to flip it, it deflated like a sad, overcooked balloon. My kids, watching in anticipation, began to giggle at the strange spectacle. I tried another ...

So i 17f live with my big brother and mother. Today my mother went away for an eye operation and my brother is at work. So i was about to shower so keep in mind I was wearing a bathrobe with nothing but a bra, sweatpants and socks. My stupid self decided to smoke a cigarette and obviously i closed the door because i literally grabbed my key the second before i walked out that door.I saw my mothers key sitting in the lock on the inside and at that moment i didn’t think anything of it. But then the realization hit me only after trying the key on my door. My mother never let her key sit there so i wasn’t thinking before.. i tried looking for windows but they were all closed as it is raining here. I basically asked a friend of my mom’s to come and pick me up as she lives really close. Now i sit there sipping a coffee realizing how dumb I am. My mother came here now and my brother apparently took half a day off. We also don’t have money for a locksmith so it’s my fault that now no one ...

This morning, I was across the street joking around and chatting up with my neighbor. We got a lot of snow in our area last week that is starting to melt as the temperature has finally gone well above freezing. So, the snow packs exceptionally well and creates a pretty solid, but still soft snow ball that you can get some pretty good distance and velocity on. As we were standing there talking about thing such as the nfl games on yesterday, the local news, the Roman Empire, you know, just guy stuff. I was per usual being add and just kind of playing around with the snow on his driveway while we communicated, packed up a nice little small snowball while talking and said “you owe me $10 if I can hit my windshield” to which he quickly obliged as my car was parked backwards in my driveway directly across from us and served as a perfect target. My fiancé was, lucky for her, not outside. Or she would’ve been my first target. So, I hucked it across the street (I’d say about 125 feet as it f...

My mom has two phones, one is for phone calls and texting and work and regular every day stuff, her second phone is a game phone, and she always leaves it home when she’s at work. I lost my phone and had been searching for it for about 40 minutes before i got her game phone, and i began trying to call myself from her phone. None of her messaging/calling apps were able to call my number, so i opened her instagram (we follow each other there) to see if i could call myself that way. I opened her messages to try to find myself, but i couldnt find my account, nor any of her friends’ accounts or any other family members’ accounts. I really shouldnt have but i tapped on one of her chats with some stranger, and i read some messages of her flirting with this rando. She and my stepdad have been married for about seven years and dated for even longer. I have a stepsister that my stepdad cherishes also. I went through the rest of her messages which were all pretty much the same, back and forth ...

I live pretty equidistantly between a major hospital and a planned parenthood. I was driving to work stupid early today and saw a sight I'm quite familiar with: protestors with signs (black background, red letters, and a dripping font to give the impression of bloodshed). I know exactly what this is (so I thought), anti abortion protestors! Since leaving the mormon church, anti-abortion protestors have always made me angry. Now, though, in a state where pretty much all abortion access has been removed, they make my blood absolutely boil. Inspired by a tik tok (as all good/terrible things are), I rolled down my window and yelled "God killed his son you f*cking assholes." For about half a second I felt real smug, but as I kept driving away, I realized I wasn't passing the planned parenthood but the hospital and had shouted at striking nurses. I don't know if I've ever been more mortified. I went online to give money to their cause and plan to avoid driving down...

My TIFU story starts at the fact that I have had a date yesterday and went to sleep very late considering the fact that I had to wake up at five am because of work. So I slept like 4 hours, got ready, when I dropped a bottle of maple syrup on my big toe, causing it to turn into a weird pride flag consisting of blue, purple and other very nice colors creating a nice hue. This has caused me to get a neurological seizure (which can potentially cause me to die as my heart stops every time I faint and that’s exactly how my seizures been treating me)that ultimately got me late to work. Let me add up that I got some weird sort of climbing injury on my right wrist, doubling the pain amount I was dealing with. Mind me to tell you that I work as a customer service agent. So I was late, every step I took hurt like hell, but I clutched my teeth and got to work. I sat near my pc after explaining to a TL that I have potentially crippled myself for a week or so. No one from my team was there and ...

I am a straight male, to clarify. She and I are the same age too. Yesterday we went out to a park to pass the time along with some other people. My female best friend was also there. She had a buttonless shirt that if placed right and you were on the right spot you could get a glimpse of either tits. Then there came a time she asked me to come over to wach something on her phone, and then I noticed that her breasts were probably bra-less. So I egregiously tried to confirm it by, well, taking a glimpse of one of her tits. She noticed but brushed it off playfully and jokingly and nothing else happened for a couple of hours. I didn't apologize in the moment. A couple of hours go by and I'm feeling guilty, so I text her admitting it was creepy and inappropriate of me. She said she didn't even remember that had happened, that it was no big deal and that it was OK. Today we got into an argument (unrelated subject) and then she brought up the aforementioned incident. Told me ...

I don't know how can I be so stupid. Just wanted to rant this out so yesterday night around 11 pm I got a call saying my father told that person to take money from my account saying he was a client who overpaid him and what else and I idiotically paid him kinda some amount out of the whole amount he asked cuz I didn't had that much in my bank and that was a fraud number(about which I realised later on while being on the phone). And now everything is messed I'm cursing myself cuz earlier also I've blocked fraudulent calls. It's just that I was really exited about tomorrow relating to few things and new beginnings and this happened due to which I just can't stop blaming myself cuz it was actually my fault and It just feels that whenever I think something is going to be great without any problems or issues something arises and it makes me think that why can't for once I can be stress free without any tention or thing hammering my brain. P.S. That guy was old...

TIFU by pulling the handbrake on my uncle's car too hard. We had just got back from dinner outside, and were having a chat while the car was parked. Now, I don't know what went over me, but as I was sitting in the passenger seat, thinking about what game I'll play tonight, I made the genius decision to see how hard I could pull the handbrake on his car. I pulled it hard. Very hard. When I tried to put it back down, using all my might, I couldn't. A wave of "oh fuck" washed over me IMMEDIATELY. Now there's us, me and my uncle, using both our hands, all our strength, unable to put the handbrake down. Fortunately, by some miracle, we put it down. Cut to next day, I'm back in my uncle's car with him, ready to go out for dinner again. As he tries to back the car up out of our parking space, the car didn't move. It was skidding against the ground and wouldn't back up or go forward. I got out of the car to see what was wrong. The handbrake o...

This happened when my friend and I were both seniors in high school. We went to an all girls high school. A huge tradition was senior sister-freshman sister week. We'd get paired up with a freshman and be an "older sister", helping them transition to high school. Another factor of this tradition was that we wore matching outfits with our freshman sisters. When I got my freshman sister, I tried to be welcoming to her. I wanted her to feel welcome. I didn't have money nor time to buy matching outfits for everyday, but I did what I could. Three months later, my best friend sees my freshman sister in the hallway. She then tells me about how my freshman sister complained about me after the sister week. Turns out, my freshman sister complained to ASB about me, and then ASB asked my friend if she knew I was being a good sister. My friend told me that she told them "I don't know". After my friend lays all this information on me, she has the nerve to say "...

So English isn't my first language and when I was originally learning it I learnt the word definitely BUT I heard it as definently so that's how I've been spelling and saying it for the past 8 years then when I got a new phone that didn't have all my autofill stuff I started noticing it saying it's spelled "definitely" but I brushed it off as my phone being stupid because none of my old phones spelled it like that (stupid and arrogant I know) so I kept spelling it like that until one of my British friends asked me about it and then I googled it and I realised that I have been stupid and now I just want to dig my own grave with bare hands and KMS Tl;Dr: thought definitely was spelled definently and have been spelling it like that for years until a new phone schooled me Edit: the reason this post seems to drag on and on is due to the fact that I could have said this in 100 characters but this sub has a 750 minimum

I took some prework out that had caffeine and a few other ingredients, one of which is yohimbine. For those who don't knoe yohimbine is a stimulant that acts on the adrenic receptors, basically releasing norepinephrine/the fught or flight neurotransmitter. I also took tagamet which is an anti acid. Little did i know that tagamet inhibits the enzyme in your body that breaks down yohimbine. So while running I started to get hot flashes, sweating like crazy, and just tons of anxiety. I read up on the ingredients in my pre-workout supplement, and found those are side effects of too much yohimbine. Not only that but yohimbine is only supposed to last 1 to 2 hours, this lasted for 5 straight hours. I went to work after, and was shaking like crazy, and threw up 3 times. Add on too of that there was caffeine in that preworkout as well. Tldr; I mixed an antiacid that stops a certain enzyme from breaking down yohimbine, a common stimulant used for fat burning, so essentially I got sick af...

Short post, happened two days ago. Rough week at remote work, eyes are strained and tired. Reach for my trusty eye drops, and experienced the ultimate betrayal. It wasn’t my eye drops - it was nail glue. I held my eyelid open and squirted a healthy dose of superglue directly on to my eyeball. Luckily I somehow had the wherewithal to hold my eyelids apart and peel off my contact lens, but I wasn’t fast enough and a huge glob of glue dried right on my cornea, and my lids and lashes felt like cement. Paramedics had to come and use a medieval device to flush my eye out, which didn’t work, so then they had to resort to using q-tips like chopsticks to get the glue off my eye. Next day I went to the eye doctor to have as much of the remains scraped and plucked off my lids and lashes as possible, and got some drops and ointment to help heal my scratched up eyeball. I did learn through this process that superglue is non toxic to the eye, tho I still wouldn’t recommend this experience to ...

I live an apartment without an in unit washer and dryer so I have to use a complex laundromat to wash my clothes. This cold winter morning I went out to go to the laundromat to wash my clothes. I got to my car only to realize I had left my laundry detergent and softener in my car last weekend when I did my laundry. The temperatures this week have been well below zero. Now my laundry detergent and softener are frozen solid. I guess I am not doing laundry this morning. Thankfully the only froze and did not expand and explode. As it stands its a funny mistake and not a TIFU by fucking up may car interior. But i still need to do my laundry so now I am at home with two jugs of solid laundry soap sitting in warm water in the sink. TLDR, frozen laundry soap.

So there I was listening to IGOR an album whose penultimate track is called I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE, and the refrain is yelling I don't love you anymore at a weird pitch. Now I have professional goblin brain (ADHD) and one of the ways I stim is singing to myself, normally I do this at a whisper. Finally I was listening/whispering this song while on a study date with my girlfriend. We were both doing our own work, but then she wanted to asked me a question. I don't hear her and just keep whispering I don't love you anymore at a weird pitch at her direction. She taps me on the shoulder and asks me what the hell I am talking about. This could've been (should have been) a nothingburger, however I for a reason unknown to me look at her and say at normal conversational tone I don't love you anymore, and then immediately go into to the refrain from the next song, "Are we still friends". Within five seconds she looks confused, then angry, then as if she ...

I had a drug test for a new job. Passed it; got my paper work, and walked out. When I got in my truck, I seen that there was another truck to my left unloading a trailer. The other truck was about half way into the [parking lot] road, and I backed straight out while looking at the truck. What I was thinking was I'd back straight a little bit and then turn. There was limited space and the idea was to leave me with enough room to turn without hitting their vehicle. That, or drive over the curb. They didn't really leave me with a whole lot of room Before I know it, I hear a loud crash, and the back right bumper falls off. I got out and grabbed it; threw it in the bed, and drove to the other side of the plaza to assess the damage. Me and my best bud are gonna pull the dents out ourselves because it only pushed the aluminum in, but it broke all the plastic. The damage is gonna cost me $150 to fix. But I'm not mad. Upset? Yeah, because it was pretty. But it was my own damn f...

This happened before I even had a Reddit account but I realized it fits perfectly in this sub. In college I worked maintenance at our basketball teams arena, basically janitor work but had some other duties. I used to love our “post-clean” shifts where after the game or concert ended I’d start my shift and orchestrate the clean up with whatever organization was doing the majority of the clean. My main role was to fill up rolling dumpsters and empty them into the trash compactor. On this particular night as I was going to the trash bay I noticed a cart full of covered aluminum pans by the door. In 99% of these situations that means that whatever it is is meant to be trashed. Out of curiosity I peeked in one of the pans and saw it was full of chicken tenders from the concessions. I figured why not munch on one if it’s meant to be thrown out. I felt kinda weird throwing out a ton of food but why would it be near the trash bay if it’s not meant to be thrown out? A few hours later I’m ...

Every year my uni’s study association holds a winter party (basically clubbing). Last year I went, but this year I wasn’t feeling it (for privacy reasons I won’t explain why exactly) - despite my friends all going. It didn’t matter as much to me up until now, since the tickets were sold out anyway. Now a guy I’m interested in asked me if I’m going with the most toecurling, make-me-giggle-embarrassingly flirty message followed after. Here’s the catch, I was never sure if he was just platonically friends with me. AND NOW THIS??? I never signed up to a waiting list this quickly, but I doubt that I will get a ticket when it’s already next week. The one time I decide to just chill. Man. TL;DR I didn’t buy tickets to a sold out party, now the guy I’m interested in asked if I’m going

This happened five years ago now. I went to an all girls high school, and I wanted to go to football games and dances so I could meet boys. However, my best friend never wanted to go to any of these events, so I never went either. Halfway through our senior year of high school, the winter formal dance was coming up. I really wanted to go to the dance, because I had never gone before. However, my best friend wasn’t going to go. I had no one close enough to go with, except for some girls that my best friend didn’t like because she got into an argument with one of them about a year prior. I felt really uncomfortable telling her about this, but I informed her of my plan to go to the dance. I reassured her that she would be my first choice to go to the dance; but I don’t have anyone else that I could possibly go with. My best friend seemed okay with it so she told me to have fun and take lots of pictures. So I went to the dance and that was fun. But next week at school, she was acting we...

Today i fucked up by giving my customer an panic attack, i (19f) work at a bridal store but we also rent suits. A customer (17m) came to the store with his dad today and was extremely nervous when talking to me and not looking into my eyes when talking. The start of the appoiment went good until it was time to put on the suit shirt and he was taking a long time,so i asked in a louder voice if he was okay and if he needed help. He didnt but once he came out of the chancing he was shaking and had red eyes. I felt terrible realizing what happend the rest of the appoiment went good i was just extremely carefull arounds him and tried speaking to him in a softer voice, my coworkers thinks he was nervous becos of my age but i still feel terrible. TLDR: gave an customer and panic attack by raising my voice

This happened 2 days ago, hoping typing it out will help process it. For context Iv had my fair share of concussions while riding so Iv been doing my best to keep my head safe i.e riding park less, only doing tricks I know I can do, and wearing a new MIPS protected helmet at all times. My previous concussion which happened almost a year ago took 7 months and some physical therapy to get me feeling normal again. Here’s the FU, I was free riding and a skier hit me super hard from behind, and I hit my head on the ground so fast my brain couldn’t even process the motion. I’m still not sure what happened. After sitting for a while and realizing nothing was broken the other guy left and i just went into the lodge to grab some water before riding down the rest of the way. Yep, no ski patrol, no documentation, no punishment for the other guy. I’m having a difficult time at work now with no proof of what happened. So yep, that’s my FU. TLDR: Got absolutely rocked by another skier and have no p...

So today after I got home from work I saw that my sister visited us. I'm M(20) and still live with my mother. Was minding my own business, till my niece came and wanted to be picked up. I unconciously picked her up and carried her around the tv. Gave her a few moochies on the side of the head. Gave her one kiss on the cheek when she turned. And fuck. I saw the cold sore. I immediately asked my Sister if she got it from a jam donut. My sister did not tell me that her child somehow got Herpes. I just picked her up because she wanted to and gave her one kiss on the cheek. Only noticed the cold sore after. How fucked am I? We still don't know how she contracted it. TL;DR: Fucked up by kissing my niece on the cheek, while she had an outbreak of cold sore.

EDIT: I found out they were 18mg each gummy I fully said to myself before taking the gummy, “it can’t kill me”. I’m very inexperienced when it comes to weed, I’ve gabbled with zoots a few times when I was younger and full of life, but never edibles because I’ve heard so many tragic stories. Anyway I ordered some from a recommended source, next day delivery, awesome. I get home from work open the package and am pleasantly happy with the contents. 5 gummies and hot choco mix. EDIT: I only had one gummy, one was good for a beginner apparently lol My first mistake was I still lived at home with my parents who are very much anti drugs. Second mistake was telling myself I’ll be fine on an empty stomach. It’s about 5pm and I decide to have a gummy, I get in the bath, chill out and watch some YT. Within half an hour I start feeling weird, I haven’t had much experience so I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. 10 minutes later, I’m like “fuck” I’ve got dinner downstairs with t...

I work at a sign shop/digital print shop. We print on, and cut, adhesive vinyl for signs. In order to apply this vinyl properly, we need to use something called transfer tape (you've probably seen some videos on YouTube or TikTok from a couple of shops where they use large rolls of what looks like masking tape; well, that's what transfer tape is). You apply the transfer tape on the vinyl, then apply the vinyl onto the surface, then tear the transfer tape away. It's easier to apply vinyl this way, especially when it has intricate cuts. Last week on Monday we had an order come in from a big company a couple of cities away that wants to wrap the doors and windows of their offices with a special kind of vinyl known as frosted vinyl or sandblasted vinyl. It's over 50 large windows and a couple of doors, averaging 40" wide by 70" tall each. The vinyl was scheduled to be applied today (Wednesday at the time of typing this post). Every single one of us in the shop ...

So up until now, when texting with friends and family, I've used the heart reaction pretty interchangeably to mean either "love it" or "sending love." I thought everyone did this, and that based on the context, we all understood what the heart meant. But today I learned that a friend has been upset with me for months because I "liked" something they texted me. I'll keep the specifics vague, but essentially I asked after their relatives because they lived in an area being affected by turmoil. In about ten words, the friend texted back that fortunately the relatives were okay but the relatives knew some people who were affected. I responded with a heart reaction to mean "sending love." I know I should have responded with words as well, that's on me. But I didn't realize that my friend translated my heart reaction as me thoughtlessly and callously "liking" the circumstances their relatives' neighbors were facing. That...

I was visiting my friend's house. She has a six-year-old son who naturally craves a lot of attention. While I was there, he was admiring my watch. I knew he was a huge fan of Mickey Mouse, so I decided to show him that I could switch out the watch face to one with Mickey on it, and when I touch the screen, Mickey tells you what time it is. Therein lies my fatal mistake. He seemed to think this was the coolest thing ever. For the rest of the evening, every few minutes or so, he was coming back to touch the screen of my watch. "It's 6:34. Good evening!" A few minutes later... "It's 6:37." Later... "It's 6:40." Even later still... "It's 6:43." You get the idea... This pretty much went on until his mother told him it was time to get ready for bed. He thankfully had forgotten about it the next time I saw him, but this experience, combined with the fact that his parents had started teaching him how to read analog clocks gave...

TLDR; Don't smoke too much and regret later. Smh Today i smoked a shesh with my boy, haven't smoked in a while, wanted to celebrate him geting hired to a fairly well paying job. Then came the weed, 2.5g of purple super stong indica. My boy and i coughed the way through rigirously. Then decided it was time to get a spa andcut my really long nails on my hands, aswell on my foot. I get cutting, then i get the most awesome idea that if i cut it really really short, i won't have to cut it for a month. Ended up cutting nails for like half an hour when i realized i almost halved all my nails, i am in terrible pain since. Its hurs to put my foot in a shoe. It hurts to tuch anything, even lightly. Half of them are bleeding, almost all of my skin below my nails are seeable. And somehow cut one of my foot nails diagonally in half, and it broke off and hurts like ass. Any tips? Lol

This is currently an ongoing problem that I have created for myself and I’m just not sure what to do. For context it all started when I had to get a new apartment after getting out of a long-term relationship a couple weeks ago now. Now I was happy leaving, but me leaving meant the only things I’d be able to keep at my new place is a TV and a lawn chair until I can slowly start buying furniture again. This is where the fuckup starts. My boss mentioned to me that he was looking for a new couch in the next week or so. When I told him about my situation he said I could have his old couch if he gets a new one. Now the problem is that he wasn’t convinced he should get a new couch and spend the money, and was considering just keeping his old one. His old couch for context is this very exquisite leather sectional so it’s not like he really needs a new one besides to fulfill his own desires. This is when I decided to come up with a plan to make sure I can have his old couch. And the means I ...

Her name is “Mhee”. She is a black, chubby, cheerful cat. Whenever we call her name, she always responds with a meow. No matter where she is in the house, if we call her, she comes to us immediately. Until last month, when we discovered cancer in her. And last night, I dreamt of a cat. I played with it, stroking its belly without it biting. We rubbed our faces together until I woke up for work. At 10 AM, my sister messaged that Mhee might not survive the day. Caught up in urgent work, I chose working instead of going back to her. Until 3:50 PM when she told me Mhee had passed. At that moment, the world seemed to stop. I couldn't focus on work, wonder why. “what have I done” . regretting not saying a final goodbye. Now, I blame myself, feeling like I've become the adult I despise—choosing work over the ones I love. And right now (01:29 am) I’m still working. I hated myself even more now. TL;DR : my cat is dying and I chose work over saying a final goodbye to my cat. And n...

I am an 18-year-old male on a cruise with my family, feeling sociable. I decided to attend a gathering under the impression "friends with Bill W" event, thinking it was a casual get-together for making new connections. Upon entering, I found only one person – a middle-aged woman who, despite the confusion, was sweet and welcoming. During our introductions, she proudly revealed her 31 years of sobriety. Though initially perplexed, I congratulated her on this impressive milestone. The situation took an unexpected turn when my mother called me over. As I approached, she asked if I knew what the gathering was, to which I replied in the negative. My mother then informed me that it was a support seminar for alcoholics. Instantly embarrassed, I excused myself and returned to the woman, trying to leave without being rude. I expressed gratitude for our conversation and mentioned that I was going to go since there were only two of us. She understood, bidding me farewell with an encou...

I travel for work. It's pretty sweet because that's the only time that I work, the rest of the time I'm home doing whatever I want to do. Nonetheless, my wife and are one of those cute couples that make you sick. Whenever I'm gone for work (or if she's gone for more than a day or two visiting her sister or something) we text and talk every day. We sometimes also - importantly, for the matter at hand - send each other love songs and such because it's less awkward than saying "I love and miss you" over and over. I was at home surfing videos and stumbled across a band I'd never heard of: Durry, which has a really fun song called "TKO". I instantly sent a link to my wife. Then she walked through the front door. Mind you, she had only been at the store. So I called out from the living room, "Never mind that text, come check this out!" So she does, and we squee a little. The she says, "okay, I got one for you..." DA do...

Today out of boredom I logged into my Facebook for the first time in years. I ended up going to my Facebook messages and seeing a bunch of old messages. Out of curiosity, I scrolled down to see how far back I can go. It was super interesting to me, it's like a time capsule. Welp, I stumbled upon messages between me and my ex. As a background, she was the one that got away. We were high school sweethearts that continued dating through college. We dated for 4.5 years. We were head over heels in love with each other. Her family loved me, and my family loved her. This sounds cliche but I knew from the day that I met her that I wanted to marry this girl. She was sweet, kind, beautiful, smart, thoughtful, honest, funny, and we got along so well together. It was really like we were made for each other. Well, college did as college does to us ( we went to different colleges). We were both each other's first, and she clearly got a lot of attention from other guys, and started to thin...

Some needed backstory for context, ima college student who has my own apartment in this basically college only urbinaztion. Due to certain circumstances my somewhat older uncles fell ill recently and luckily they live in the same urbanization, being approximately an 8 minute walk away from my apartment. Unfortunately my uncle got hospitalized a couple of days ago by being hardheaded and my aunt, following her husbands example, refused to listen to the doctors orders and needed to be hospitalized yesterday. There doing better atm but thats not the main issue, you see both of them lived with one of my uncles mom, my 89yr old grandmother. I stayed with my grandmother all day yesterday after my aunt was hospitalized, but one my cousins, thinking and understanding that college starts tomorrow and ive still got preparations to do, she insisted to take our grandmother with her to her place so I can go back to my apartment and finish my things up and so that my grandmother, who gasnt lived al...

Alright, so I, (16nb) have been stuck in my house with my family for the past few days due to ridiculous temperatures and ice on the roads, and ive accumulated just a little bit of cabin fever, the biggest symptom of which has been becoming a bit of a neat freak. So this morning I decided I would get the kitchen cleaned. I got out the dish soap, put some on a damp rag and got to wiping weeks of accumulated condiments off of the counters, but 1 teensy tiny thing got in my way. Those dreadful, horrible creatures we all hate. AKA Dishes. So I decided to deal with this issue by shoving everything into the dishwasher while I went off to work, and Continue once I Returned home. And as I already had the dish soap out, I thought that "hey, soap is soap... and I'm cleaning dishes... soooooo..." and Put the blue magical potion into soap thingy idk what I'm supposed to call it. Now, fast forward 3 and a half hours of yelling at children to walk on the pool deck, and 30 minut...

I messed up so bad. Alright so I've been on Wellbutrin 150mg xl (antidepressant) for over a year and at some point over the last 2 months, I started realizing that I was feeling much more depressed. So at my next therapy appointment, I brought it up to my therapist and he doubled my dose. Since I had only 150mg XL tablets on hand?, he asked me to take two instead of one and called in my new prescription. I intentionally schedule my therapy appointments on the day that I'm due to take my last dose. That morning, I took my last dose. I went to go pick up my new prescription and started taking two tablets a day. Because I've been taking this medication for over a year and am very familiar with the pharmacists, the pharmacist that assisted me didn't go over the instructions with me.A few hours later, I started getting extremely nauseous, lethargic, couldn't sleep, appetite disappeared completely. I didn't think anything of it because I had the same side effects wh...

I (40F-M) met “James” (42M) just over a month ago. He took me to the hospital after I got stabbed and it’s sort of difficult to go through that and never acknowledge it again so we exchanged phone numbers and met up a few times afterwards. Last week, he asked me to go with him to a restaurant he liked and I said yes because he’s very pleasant to be around and I wanted to know more about him, but not for a romantic reason because he never mentioned anything about it being a date so I didn’t realise. He did say “just us” but I guess I didn’t interpret it correctly because it never crossed my mind that this would be anything except for a meeting between friends. Anyway, we meet at the restaurant, have our food, talk and laugh and have a good time and then when we left the restaurant and walked around a bit he kissed me. It took me by surprise so I just reacted instinctively and punched him, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to take a short time to recover while I profusely a...

I (m 25) was out with some friends at a bar, we were having a good time and one of my friends started talking to a group of hot girls next to us. They came over and eventually we all hung out together and were enjoying the night. One of my friends asked if the girls played any sports and one of the girls said that two of them were into diving. When i heard this i laughed a bit and made a comment along the lines of "comon, diving isnt a real sport". This lead to a heated argument between us where the girls were trying to convince me it was and me saying that its not and that "anyone can learn to dive". Eventually we moved on and thought nothing of it. The next day, i was at out local pool there to get some laps in (just picked up swimming) and i see one of the girls from the bar there! I tried to look away but she sees me and comes over. She then says i should join her at the diving area and before i could even say no she grabbed my hand and started calling over...

TIFU by mixing up my creams in the dark. Accustomed to keeping my Kayla cream (pain relief cream) in the bathroom and hand cream by the bed, I recently started using a new hand cream with a similar size and shape. In my nightly routine, I climbed into bed, turned off the light, and grabbed what I thought was my hand cream. Squirted it in my hand, felt like more than usual, so I slathered it on my hands and up to my elbow. Cue pain and stinging. When I turned on the light, horror struck – I had grabbed the Kayla cream instead. Despite washing my arms three times and jumping into the shower, my hands are now redder than ever. This cream, which never burned or stung before, is a disaster on my arms and cracked hands. TIFU, and I do not recommend it. TL;DR: Mixed up creams, applied the wrong one all over, intense burning, and now regretting it.

I was being careless and i broke a gift I was given all the way back in grade 11 by my best friend who passed her own life a bit after we graduated. Its been years and thats unrelated to this other than why its so significant and i cant just "get another from her" or replace it. Its all i have left and I broke it being careless. I feel like such an idiot man. She is definetly pissed at me right now and probably hates me so yeah thats not cool I know it doesnt have "consequences" per say but to me it does. This is all i have left and i damaged it beyond repair. I wore it so many times but it broke by me just trying to take it off and forgetting my headset was on. It was a necklace made of pseudo leather. If i replace the part i broke id be throwing away the part that she gave me. Even if i keep it if i repair the necklace the part i broke comes off. If i leave it its just visibly broken. Man guys i really fucked up this time.... and ive fucked up alot but this t...

I work as cleaner and the trolley that has the sprays, cloths and mop buckets is in a cupboard in the reception section of the primary school. The kids here are around 3 and 4. I got my trolley and was nearing the door to go out to my section when the dustpan and brush fell off the trolley so I picked it up then the mop fell over. As I was picking them up and putting them back I didn't notice one of the kids dropped his water bottle in the bucket used for the toilets. I think he was trying to get the bottle out and put his hands in the water and putting it in his mouth. The bucket contained disinfectant but had only just been put in so hadn't been used. When I noticed, I fished out the bottle and that's when the teacher noticed and came over and said not to do that to the kid. Then she told another teacher about it and she was like 😬. She asked me what's in the bucket "chemicals?" and I said "disinfectant". I handed her the bottle and she left wi...

I have a bad psychological relationship with money. I can be impulsive. I buy things I think I need in order to try and make myself feel better. After getting a divorce and being a hermit for the 3 years that were a blur, I started going on too many vacations, had a couple large vet bills, etc. I racked up money on CC. I took out a loan to pay it back at lower interest rate and was told to stop using the card. I used the card. I racked up more debt. Over the last month, I’ve been dealing with a lot of issues. A break up. Loneliness of the holidays and no family in town. The burden of this debt. Isolating myself. All my summer hobbies gone. I started anxiety meds which are messing me up in big ways while my brain adjusts. I cannot stop uncontrollably sobbing and feeling like the sky is falling. I’ve been taking steps to feel better. I work out. I eat well. I’m doing gratitude exercises. I’m engaging more with my friends. I deleted social media. I’m feeling much better. Until yester...

Obligatory, this didn't happen today but a while ago Alright I know it sounds really bad BUT hear me out... My sister, Gwen and her husband, Mike and I was having a bit of a get together, drinking and having fun. We were well into the drinks, playing cards and shit. My sister decided to go off to bed, as she has work in the morning and so we continued partying. It's just us two in the house and we start opening up about stuff and he mentions that he has done hard drugs before - I was very shocked and when I told him I've never taken anything other than a little weed he is completely shocked that it's a no. Shortly after he offers cocaine to me, we both take some and party on and he says I can't say anything to Gwen. Obviously I don't want anyone to know what I've done so I keep my promise. They got married a year after this, she found out via another friend about his drug use. Turns out he has been doing cocaine more regularly than I thought and on top...

So, this happened years ago but my husband and I were reminiscing of our past sex fuck ups. This is one of them. When I was a teen, I discovered that I was allergic to scallops. When i eat scallops my throat closes up and makes it difficult for me to swallow and sometimes breathe. It can also feel numb in an odd way similar to when your foot is asleep. Fast forward a few years later and my husband (then bf) and I were on a date when he was offered a special that included scallops. He knew about my allergy and was hesitant but I knew that he was curious bc he had never tasted it before. I encouraged him to get it and simply told him to just not kiss me the rest of the night. He agreed and got the scallops. When we got home we started to get frisky with each other. We were on his bed when he said, "I know you said not to kiss you, but how about just a peck?" I nodded and he pecked me and he slowly undressed me and himself. Meanwhile, I started feeling a weird numbness on my...

God this is so embarrassing. So I've always been curious by nature. Me and my dog (a cute little pit terrier) were lying on the bed together just chilling when she started smelling my stomach intensely. I'm thinking - she's a dog - she's probably smelling what I had to eat this morning. Then I remember reading that dogs actually prefer funky smells. Shit? Yeah, it's like roses to them. So I got the ridiculous thought to test this out and see if she was enamored by my body odor. I was awake, but hadn't showered so I thought what the hell, I wonder how she takes to my armpits. I shoved a pit in her face and sure enough - she sniffed as though she was in a bed of flowers! Of course, you know how this goes down by reading the post title. My wife walks in the bedroom the moment I was letting ol' Bella take a good whiff of the pits. Get it? "PITS" She's a pit terrier! Ahh...I crack myself up sometimes. ANYway, she yells, "WHAT THE FUCK [INSE...

The construction of our new deck started this week. There’s a bunch of scaffolding out there. This morning I was getting dressed in my second-story bedroom. I was topless, facing the window. The builders had arrived 5 minutes ago and the noise had begun. I knew they were there. I knew there was scaffolding. Suddenly, half a head popped up, with eyes that widened at the exact moment that mine did. I hit the floor behind the bed in a graceless, boob-clutching dive saying “Oh, shit!” and proceeded to finish getting dressed on the floor. I was 95% sure he had seen me, but held out hope. A couple of minutes later, he walks into the house looking sheepish. I say, brightly, “Sorry if you had to see my boobs!” Because I am awesome at not being awkward. He says “Yeah… Sorry about that.” Then we both just stand there nervously laughing for a minute. These guys will be working at my house for at least the next couple of weeks. Now every time that guy comes in the house we both smirk and avo...

This was, of course, not today... but instead about 35 years ago. My girlfriend had a French mother and was from Orleans, France. I didn't know all that much about French history at the time; so if I read something about French history somewhere I'd bring it up to see what my girlfriend's mom thought. So one day I read an article somewhere--maybe Psychology Today?--that analyzed the curious case of Joan of Arc, the teenage girl who help lead an army in France after hearing God speak to her, before being burned at the stake and becoming a martyr. The gist of the article was that using modern psychiatric interpretations, her behavior and her story indicated that she was likely schizophrenic and the "voice" of God that told her to become a warrior was essentially like many of the internal voices that plague folks suffering from schizophrenia. So I brought it up to my future Mother-in-Law. I mentioned "You know Joan of Arc, right? Well doctors now understand t...

Warning, contains mentions of vomit and blood. Well, this wasn't today that I fucked up, but at the start of this week. Cue me watching some movies with my younger sibling, enjoying some delicous pizza. After eating I decided to start fidgeting with my nose piercings, which I know you shouldn't do but for context, a month prior I switched out my jewelry from hoops to push pin nose studs, and did not know how they open. So I wanted to test it out. While the movie is playing I am pulling in opposite directions trying to take the stud out, starting to think, "what if it can't come out." Three seconds after that thought I feel a click and pop, then hear the piercing hit the ground. I pick it up and start to look for the other piece, which just so happened to be the inside piece. It was late at this point and the other piece was nowhere to be found, so I decided to give up and check underneath the couch the next day. I head to bed. The next day I wake up, get read...

So, obligatory, this didn’t happen today but last night. I work as a stock boy at a liquor store, and I decided to embrace a healthier lifestyle. I proudly ate a homemade veggie sandwich before work, thinking I was nailing the whole “eat clean” thing. Fast forward a few hours into my shift, and my stomach decides it’s had enough of this newfound virtue. I sprinted to the bathroom, leaving behind a mess that would make a crime scene cleanup crew cringe. Emerging, I'm still looking like a ghoul when two dudes walk in with a freaking gun, ready to rob the place. With my stomach in knots, I mutter, "You might want to hurry; I left a surprise in the bathroom." To my surprise, they bolt out faster than I can say "fiber." But here's the twist - I didn't consider the aftermath. The cops arrive, dealing not only with the armed robbers but also the unholy stench emanating from my digestive disaster zone. It turns into a chaotic crime scene with officers gaggin...

My printer is trash and I needed to get my resume printed immediately, so I went to the library. The person there came over to me and was giving me instructions on how to print from their website. She decided to guide me throughout the whole process while leaning over my shoulder. When I got to the point where I had to attach a document, I clicked the button and the screen that my laptop defaulted to were pictures of my girlfriend in a bikini. I just said "whoops" and immediately tried to navigate to where my resume was. I couldn't see her reaction as I was focused on switching file locations, but she said "just attach the document and print when you're ready" while walking away. Super embarrassing :S TL;DR: Librarian saw pictures of my girlfriend in a bikini instead of my resume

Technically didn't miss it, I was at my desk at 9:30, but managed to fuck up every single step this morning. The writing sample for the LSAT opens earlier than the test so I did that section last week, no problem. Except I thought the program they used for the writing sample was the same as the one for the regular test. Because why check literally any of the instructions in my email? So I was downloading the proctoring program at 9:27am for my 9:30am exam. Fuckup number one. I get into the security clearance section at 9:36 or something and I immediately get connected to a proctor so I'm thinking alright rough start but it can only be smooth sailing from here. "Can you show me the front and back of your scrap paper?" Didn't know I was allowed scrap paper. I was planning on rawdogging this anyways. Fuckup number two. I go through the room scan and everything and she asks if I know my LawHub username and password so I can access the test. I say yes because I u...