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Three years ago, me (then 19f) and some friends (then 19f & 21f) were traveling 11 hours out of state to a festival on the beach. When we finally arrived to our hotel, the man at the front desk scammed us and told us he gave our room away despite making a reservation three months prior. After arguing for a good 20 minutes, we were all panicked and exhausted and didn't know what to do. We ended up calling probably 10 other hotels and motels in the area, explaining our situation. One of the hotels told us they had a room available, and even gave it to us for the price we were supposed to pay at our original stay. It was family owned, not in a chain. The owner was so incredibly kind, making sure we were okay and checked up on us often and even had a security guard walk us to our room since the rooms lead outside.
The 2nd day of the festival, we spent all day from before the gates opened, waiting for one of the headlining bands. They ended up getting rained out halfway through the set (it was more like a monsoon) and we went back to the hotel. When we got back, we took showers. The day before we left for the festival, however, I dyed my hair really bright blue and hadn't washed my hair yet. When I got out of the shower, I accidentally dyed two of the towels blue. I felt bad about leaving them and ultimately risking them just getting thrown away, so I packed them in my suitcase.
I never got charged a fee for the towels and I still have them to this day. I feel guilty about it even though it probably doesn't seem like a huge deal.
TLDR: Just as the title says, I stole a couple towels after accidentally dying them blue from my hair.
edit: Decided I am going to donate the towels to my local animal shelter. They are no longer blue. :-)
edit 2: After a few hours of searching, I finally found the motel! I left a 5-star review and will see if I can donate after this pandemic is over. Also, I just wanted to say that I hope everyone is staying well and safe and I'm seriously wishing everyone well during this time. | U can still make it right |
I (21) lied about being colorblind. It began in elementary, where I told all my friends, and began hinting towards my parents. I began doing extensive research on certain types of colorblindness, and their commonness. I chose the most common type, a red green colorblind type. I learned exactly how they saw, and began to even be able to picture what each shade would look like in colorblind vision. As I grew old enough to realize these lies weren’t exactly okay, I had already had everyone around my finger. I was too deep into this lie. Soon after, I was gifted colorblind glasses by family. As the years went by, I found an amazing boyfriend who I’ve been with for 3 years now, and we’re planning to marry soon. He and his family believes I am colorblind. Everyone in my life believes I am colorblind. I cannot tell a single soul. Nobody knows. | i think you need to be studied. under a microscope |
I had like $200 and went grocery shopping and I was at a self check out. As I’m scanning I’m watching the bill get closer and closer to $200. The costume was $30. I grabbed the costume in one hand and another random item in my other hand. I scanned the random item and then pretended to scan the costume. I put it in the bag and paid. I also lied on the check out screen and said I didn’t use any of the Walmart bags that you get charged for. I keep thinking about what I did and I hate it and wish I didn’t do it. I wish I calculated the food items and budgeted in the cost of the costume but I was just grabbing stuff that we needed and remembered his Halloween party was coming up. He wasn’t at Walmart with me by the way. When I was walking out my heart was pounding as I walked by the receipt checker person. She wished me a good night and I went on my way. I suck but my son is happy. | As an ex cashier and manager at walmart for 7 yrs. Don't feel too bad. There were plenty of times I saw people steal and sometimes I let them.. Once A mother buying house hold goods and groceries had the bag of cat food sitting on a little girl's winter coat. Another time a Mom bought $200 worth of school clothes and supplies. She had 2 boys (not with her) The two backpacks she got were stuffed with brown paper. She got nervous when I went to take it out for her. She started to say something and I zipped it back up. I knew that both backpacks had a pair of shoes in them under the stuffing.
Sometimes it's ok. Plus it just gets written off in claims. But even for things like a Halloween costume something that isn't necessary but brings joy and allows them to fit in with friends shouldn't be something to hate yourself for.
Go easy on yourself Mama. |
I was pretty young at the time, had to have been about 7 or 8. My sister is about two years younger, so she would have been around 5 or 6 maybe.
I was really bored waiting for my mom to get out of the store. My dad would drive us around the parking lot until mom got out, and it would feel like an eternity. One day I decided to carve my sister's name into the door. I don't remember my intentions. I know they weren't malicious and I wasn't trying to frame her, but as a dumb kid it just made sense to carve her name there. My mom finished shopping and we went home. Once we got out of the car my parents noticed the carving.
Now what happened must have been a stupid chain of events, because I never can make sense of how this happened. My parents must have forgotten which seat we were sitting in, because obviously I had to be the one to have done it. They saw her name and IMMEDIATELY started scolding her. Probably scared the hell out of her into a panic, because when they asked (after accusing. Not the greatest parenting move on their part, but they were great parent overall) she agreed it was her. I stood there shocked and relieved, but also slightly guilty. I knew she had my back and it kind of shaped me covering her ass in the future.
A little while back I brought it up to her as we were joking and reminiscing on the past. I was getting ready to thank her for that moment of covering my ass.
Me: "Remember that time mom and dad found your name carved in the car??"
Sister: "Omg! Yes! I can't believe I did that. I don't even know what I was thinking carving my name into the door!"
My eyes got big and I just laughed with her.
To this day no one knows I did it. Not even my sister. She actually thinks SHE truly carved her name into the car door. Now part of me feels more guilt, but I'll never come clean. I die with this one. | Now she's probably gonna see this post and think "That little cunt". |
My cousin got a new dog a few months ago named Aries. The dog is crazy smart, so I decided to teach her how to open doors to annoy my cousin.
And Aries just opened the bathroom door to see me. I’m very impressed.
Update: Just went into the bathroom ( the door was closed when I went to bed) to get ready and she’s sitting in the bathtub licking the faucet. She has a bowl of water in the kitchen, but I guess it’s better from the tub???
| You’ve made a demon of a dog |
My mom used to sing alot, shes not a great singer but i still liked to listen to it. One christmas we were on a walk (me, my sister and my parents) I was walking ahead with my dad and my mom and my sister behind us and mom was singing. I dont know why but my dad told me that mom is tonedeaf and cant sing and me being a dumb 10 year old went and told my mom what my dad said, i dont remember what she said or how she reacted but i felt bad afterwards that i said it. This was about 15 years ago and i havent heard her sing since then and that makes me sad. | Open up to her, tell her that you miss her singing. Trust me if anything will get her to sing again. it’s her kid telling her they misses it. Just a thought.
Edit: spelling |
The 1st part was extremely stupid & I felt bad about it afterwards, but the 2nd part, not so much. I honestly never really felt bad for the person who ended up getting in trouble for the stupid thing that I did. | "I swear officer! I found it!" |
This happened 4 years ago and my memory isn't the best plus this is my first post so ye.
So for some background, I'm 14m and live in a small village (around 2k ppl) and from when we started to around 12 years old we would go to this forest near us to play. There were a main "camp" with a wind shelter and a fireplace where the teachers were.
When I was around 10 we went there with our class and we went in to play. After around an hour a group of kids came running from a more remote part of the forest saying they saw a bear.(Note: Brown bears live in our region but i've never heard of one this close to the main village.)
We believed them and kept playing. When we were gonna pack up me and a friend remembered that we forgot our jackets at the "base". We went back and got them and when we started walking back to the camp when we started talking about the bear. He proposed that we should scream and pretend we saw it.
So we did.
We screamed and ran back saying that we saw the bear. No one really questioned us and we just went back to school.
When i got home i told my mom what happened (the lie not the truth) and she said i should call the local newspaper to tell them, and so i did. The reporter asked questions and i answered. When we were finished he talked to my mom and she said that i would never lie and that i was "the truth himself".
It got published with a pic of me and for one or two years after people would ask me if i was the one who saw that bear.
The friend i was with haven't said anything but one of the kids who originally claimed they saw the bear said that they never saw it.
Its luckily never been brought up since that,
I just wanted to get this off my chest and get some unbiased opinions. Sorry for the long post. | Thanks to you, somewhere in the woods this conversation occurred,
"I thought I told you to stay away from the village?!"
"But mom, I never went there!!"
"Go to your den now!" |
In public, I'm a straight male who's into all the guy things - football, alcohol, cars, etc etc. I'm a man's man, full on beard and all.
In private, I live my life as a woman. I don't have the courage to begin my transition and have come to accept that I never will. No one in my life knows this. I'm estranged from my family and have only a few friends.
I see the progress of other trans women and applaud them for their courage, tenacity, and endurance. None of which I have...
EDIT - spelling... And THANK YOU every one of you. You took the time of your day to instill something in me. Many of you gave me incredibly touching messages of support. Know that I did my best to reply to most of you and I truly truly appreciate the massive outpouring of support. I hope to be able to take next steps, whatever they may be. If each one is as positive as this one was, it will be a piece of cake. Thank you all!!
EDIT #2 - thanks Anon for my first gold. This girl really appreciates it! For what it's worth 😘😘😘😘 | Congratulations to you for being brave enough to live your life how you want, even if it's just in private. Good on you. |
This guy on discord messaged me a question about cryptocurrency since he was new and i told him if he deposited $2500 of bitcoin to this special address (mine) he would get 150% back in a couple hours from staking and other random crypto jargon that i said to purposely sound like i know about crypto
I was kind of kidding from the start just messing with him but he actually went through with it and gave me $2,500. I immediately deposited it into a crypto casino and made about $600 and I withdrew and I felt bad for the guy.
I continued to talk to him on discord and he happened to be in his 50s and on disability payments because of a back problem so he couldnt work. so he was trying to get into crypto to "make it big"
Throughout the entire ordeal he was very chill through the entire thing for some reason. Like I said I just scammed you and he just said "sigh". I felt bad and I gave him back his money in the end
the end.
btw this is my first time scamming anyone and I probably wont do it again because of how shitty i felt stealing the money even before I knew he was on disability and poor | You did the right thing in the end. And very few people on your shoes would have. Hopefully, he learned a lesson as well and will be more careful, too.
It’s not the mistakes we make that define us. It’s how we rectify them. |
So basically I had known this family for the whole
of winter and got to know their daughter and her
sisters. they all were a bit older then me we all
were pretty good friends. it was finally
summer and she invited me over like normal only I
didn't know they where in bikinis. they had a pool
but they never used it over the winter so I completely forgot about it. I had shorts
and a T-shirt on so I didn't have to run back and
change we go in the pool and we started play
fighting splashing and all that. but as we were I
just kept feeling her up as much as I could without
being obvious. I'd never done anything like that
before so ig it was probably just being a young teen
With half naked girls no doubt I was a creep (should probably add this. Me and the girl dated for 2 years. 3 months after what I did. I’m just trying to say the way I went about it was wrong.) | I think your more grievous sin is your flagrant lack of punctuation. |
I have to talk about it to someone, I can't keep the secret anymore.
I have cancer, brain cancer, discovered way too late to do something about it.
In a month I'll probably be gone.
I just said to my friends that I'm going to my family for a month, too bad I'm not coming back.
I don't want them to see me die.
I had the dream of becoming an actor, now is a little late for that.
Don't take your life for granted, one day you might find that it will be way shorter than you imagine.
I don't want to be treated like a victim, I just wanted to take everything I had weighting on my stomach and throw it all out.
Edit: wow, thank you so much for the support, it means a lot to me. You guys are fantastic
Edit 2: I read all your comments, and it warms my heart like nothing else. Sorry if I don't answer but you guys are so much that it would be impossible, still thanks again. Love you all.
I want to say something to you: throughout the day, ask yourself "if I die right now, would I be happy with what I did in my life?", if the answer is yes then keep doing what you're doing, if the answer is no then something has to change.
Hope this helps.
Live life to the fullest. | I'm very sorry. Life is fucked, and I appreciate this wake up call. I hope the remainder of your time is as wonderful as possible. |
So I work at a fast-casual Asian eatery, and we have really good, healthy food specialized around teriyaki bowls and sushi. I also frequently forget to eat snacks before work, so I usually find myself in the middle of a five hour shift completely **famished.**
So every time I go to bus a table and the customer has left behind some untouched steak or a few sushi rolls, I take the dishes to the back and eat it. I think none of my coworkers know, though I've almost been caught a few times. I don't think they'd be angry, maybe just a little grossed out. My justification for it all is that "it builds my immune system," though in reality I'm just a poor college student with an affinity for sushi. | tbh i dont blame you.
have never done it before, but once when i was little, i heard a waitress’s stomach growl and i purposefully left some of my food for her to eat. |
When my BF got home and found me in the shower, he assumed I puked or something. I was laughing so hard that I almost couldn't tell him that I shit myself. But I did. He laughed. We laughed. I love him. | This happens to us all eventually. If you get to your 50s and someone says it never happened to them, I wouldn't trust them. |
OK so I was only about 14 myself... And we both had some serious mental health issues.. Weed and ecstacy seemed to help and took my mind off wanting to harm myself. So I figured when my sister started trying to harm herself that some 'harmless' drugs would do her good. It did switch her attention for a while but she ended up trying everything and was on heroin by age 15. She grew her own plants in her bedroom at age 13/14 to feed her weed habit. I really was trying to help but I still feel guilty as hell. | Trauma is the gateway drug. What your sister needs is compassion and therapy. You're not responsible for that. |
I’ve been looking on r/fashionreps for quite a while now, and a couple days ago I did possibly the shittiest thing I’ve done in my entire life.
I put an ad on facebook marketplace and he didn’t even ask if they were real or not, he was immediately willing to buy and seemed very happy with them.
Idk why, I didn’t think about or tried to justify it in my mind, maybe the money got to me ( I made $400 from one sale.)
But the worst part, the worst fucking part is that it was a high school kid who didn’t know better. I took advantage of someone less able then me for money.
I feel so scummy, last night I had nightmares all night long. I saw the kid and even felt more guilty and woke up suddenly, sweating, terrified, and almost crying. Im a shitty person and I honestly never thought I could go this low but God I just feel so awful. I wish I could undo it and give him all my money, but I can’t.
I hate myself and what i’ve become because of my greed.
UPDATE: Thank you all for being brutally honest and telling me what I needed to hear. I wrote this post and went to bed (hence why I didn’t respond) and just woke hearing everything I need to hear. The reason I can’t contact him is because I made a facebook account to sell them and I deleted it afterwards, But I’m gonna contact facebook to try and recover my account. I’ll keep you all updated. Again thank you for humbling me because honestly I totally needed it.
SECOND UPDATE:
Thank you all for giving me the humbling I needed. Thanks to one of the comments, I realized I have 30 days to login to the account to get it back so I did and I messaged him. He was really thankful that I told him and was honest, and I sent the money back to him. I also told him he can keep the shoe and he was really happy to hear it. I’m glad I decided to do this, I’m 19 and Just recently I’d been thinking about the type of man I want to become, and this made me realize I never wanna become someone who takes advantage of the weak and vulnerable. Love you guys.
Final Update: Thank you guys so much, your kind words and actions honestly mean the world to me. This has been a growth opportunity for me and really helped me choose my values as I grow up everyday. I have included below some links to screenshots of the convos in case any of you guys are curious. I love all of you guys and will never forget this ❤️
https://ibb.co/rbqVwfz ,
https://ibb.co/pwgF7Rw | You literally can undo it though... Just send the money back? |
She doesn’t have much time to get new ones so i’ve been doing it for her. She’s commented that she doesn’t remember it taking so long to go through a pack lol
Edit: Someone spent money on this post :o
Thanks! I thought this would just get burried, but I guess not lmao | My wife and I would get a costco sized tub of cookie dough. At first we would bake a couple of cookies each and call it good.
But then my wife lost her job. 2 cookies each became 3 to 4 . Soon we were splitting a bakers dozen. By the end we were just eating spoonfuls out of the tub.
Raw cookie dough is definitely a gateway dessert. |
Her older sister was a total brat that would always make fun of us and pester and annoy us just for laughs. I was trying to sleep on the living room couch during the day after staying the night and being up all night goofing off. Her older sister kept coming into the living room and throwing things on me like toys that made a lot of sound or she would come in and set an alarm clock up in the room somewhere where I couldn't reach and set an alarm so I'd be woken up and couldn't reach it to turn it off. So while she was outside sunbathing I found a tack in their office desk and went into her personal bathroom and set it pin side up on the shower mat. I didn't think she would actually step on it, I thought my plan would be a waste of time because it was actually pretty obvious to see if you looked down at all. Well when I finally fell back asleep and she went inside to take a shower and clean up after sunbathing, I heard a scream from her after she stopped the shower water and then her yelling "OW OWOWWOWOWOWOW!!!" and flipping out trying to get her mom to come help her. She apparently stepped directly onto the pin and it was stuck right in the bottom of her foot. It's been my secret my entire life; I've never told anyone. I was a little bit ashamed but she made my enjoyable times there with my friend absolute hell, so...I didn't feel exactly THAT bad.
I'm 33 now though, and I'm still a little bit glad she ended up stepping on the pin. She was such a bitch. Kids can be so mean. She and I both that is. Mine was just a little bit of revenge though for years of torment that she put she through every time I was over. Sorry Leah. | Lmaoo did you tell your buddy?? |
I was taking a program where you get all your coursework in a packet, and the english teacher was something like 70 years old. I basically screwed around all year and did nothing in that class. It was getting towards the end of the year and somehow I convinced her that I had done everything and passed the final. It ended up going all the way to the principal and I stuck to my story. Eventually she "remembered" me turning in the stuff and I got an A- in the class.
Moral of the story, stick to your story kids. | My English 102 class in college and had a guy teaching who was retiring after the semester so he ran out of fucks. No attendance, movies in class every day with no assignments. He even had what movies we were watching each day on the schedule so you could show up if he was playing something you wanted to see. My final was a 2 page essay about anything I wanted. No idea how I got the credit for that. |
It's been five years of undergrad, and about two years ago, I just completely checked out of college. I had one extremely difficult class that I dedicated an insane amount of time to, almost never sleeping for an entire quarter, living off of energy drinks and library catnaps, but I didn't pass by about two points. When I went to office hours to see if I could get my final re-checked, just in case, he sneered at me and told me I was worthless and lazy. Something honestly broke in my brain. Its like a switch flipped, and the only emotions I could feel anymore were shame and anger. I flew home for spring break a few hours later, and I felt nothing, even after seeing my parents for the first time in six months, I acted happy, but I felt blank.
A few days later, I told my mom I was considering taking a break from college, and what my professor had said. She told me to think about it, got me therapy, took me hiking, all the shit good moms do, and eventually talked me into not taking a break, saying it would crush her heart. So I went back, with therapy, but the only thing my therapist could tell me is that I was probably depressed, and severely burnt out, and that I desperately needed a break.
But I couldn't disappoint my mom. But I was literally breaking apart at the seams. I stopped showering, hanging out with my friends, going to lecture, and lied to my therapist about how well I was doing, because I physically could not take another second of thinking about dropping out and disappointing my mother. My mind just went in obsessive, stupid circles about morality and shame, going over each and every transgression I'd ever done for hours and hours, over and over again. I'd feel trapped in a cycle where I'd pace back and forth across my room so much I got carpet burn on the bottom of my bare feet. I started playing video games for hours a week - 40-60 hours, to be exact, so you understand the kind of useless freeloader I was. A full time job, playing stupid fucking video games, while my amazing parents paid for everything.
Naturally, this didn't help my academics, and I got put on academic probation because I only passed a single class. I went home for the summer. My feelings were still absolutely dead at this point, and the only thing that came up was shame. So I lied. I said everything was fine, and that I was passing everything. My parents insisted on summer classes even though I wanted to work through the summer, but I couldn't find work, so I did a class at a local school. Except I was so sick with shame and anxiety I'd have to pull over on my way to class to throw up on the side of the road. On the first midterm, I was so fucking useless and scared I nearly got into an accident right outside my house, so I just drove a few blocks to the library and sat there for the whole time block of the midterm before driving home again. Naturally, I lied about this too. I was always a pretty decent liar - immigrant parents and all that, you're trained into it from a young age - so my parents believed every word. And they still do. Next quarter hits, same thing happens, this time I'm nearly kicked out. I appeal with a made-up story, they accept my appeal, and I have one last quarter left to get my shit together. It looks up for a bit with nicer weather and a new group of friends who get my pasty ass outside and away from my PC, but then fucking Covid happens.
Covid obviously didn't treat anyone well, but as I think every depressed person knows, it was a special kind of hell for me. Its enabling you to do every single toxic thing you spend every second of depression treatment trying to break, and worse, it makes that a moral imperative to sit inside, be quiet, do nothing at all if you can. This was terrible for my mental state, like everyone else, but unlike everyone else, I failed my last chance quarter by doing absolutely no schoolwork, and was kicked out for a year.
I was living at home to do online classes, and I just. Couldn't. Break it to my parents. I couldn't. Part of it was fear that they'd cut me off from my health insurance I needed for treatment, but it was just an excuse I told myself. I was just terrified of their disappointment. So I didn't tell them. I pretended my way through a year of online college doing *absolutely nothing* with my time, and now...my degree should have been done. My parents ordered robes, presents, took pictures, everything. And I still can't tell them.
All I can do to justify it to myself is that I didn't make them waste their money on a year of non-passed college classes, but honestly, that's an incredibly shallow excuse. I could have worked, plenty of my friends got perfectly good call center jobs working from home, which turn out to be infinitely more tolerable in your own space. I had some side jobs helping friends. But ultimately, I was a liar, lying to my parents so I could sit at home doing nothing but playing games and sleeping 14-20 hours a day.
I'd like to end this by saying I provide details so that A) so I can just vomit out all my feelings, and B) to provide context and scale for what I did. None of this is meant to excuse, justify, or build sympathy for me, and I ask politely that you don't take it as such. Mental illness is a terrible thing, but it is an explanation and not an excuse. My lies are inexcusable, and I'm miserable from the shame of it. Thank you for reading.
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EDIT: I didn't expect this post to get this much attention - I'd like to thank each and every one of you for your heartfelt comments and messages. I haven't cried like this in years - and given my situation, that's a good thing. I'd like to reply to everyone, but there's just too many people. I'll reply to anyone I can over the next few days, but in case I miss people, here's some general questions and comments many people brought up:
* You need a therapist/psychiatrist/medication.
I have all of the above, thank you for your concern. The thing about therapy is that only about 10% of mental health treatment happens in the office, and the other 90% comes from your own lifestyle changes. You can't heal from mental illness if you don't put the work in. I haven't been doing that, short of taking my medication, so my mental health has not been improving, and it's no one's fault but my own. I'd also like to say that I appreciated reading the stories about just how far this kind of guilt can take people - I certainly am not going to murder my family, but it was kind of a...reality check? As to how bad I was feeling. When your emotions don't work correctly, you're constantly in a dichotomy between "I've never felt worse in my life, woe is me" and "Other people have it worse, get it together bitch." But...it really is that bad. I need serious help, and serious work on myself.
* Are you okay/do you need a suicide hotline?
Again, thank you for your concern, but I don't *think* I'm currently suicidal. I do have some things worth surviving for, such as my family, hobbies, pets, and friends. I need to find the difference between just surviving and actually living, because as it currently stands, I'm essentially in a self-inflicted coffin.
* What do you expect to do in the future/why don't you continue college now?
I don't know, really. Part of it is the burnout that still hasn't resolved, because as many people correctly said, this past year wasn't a proper break. I've got some nebulous ideas, both while continuing college and not, but I find it extremely hard to think about the future at the moment. I'll be taking a few days to consider what I actually want, and then tell my parents with a plan in mind, and see what happens from there.
* I have a similar experience, and the guilt eats me up too.
So, so many people are in the same boat as me, and I feel all of your pain. Reading all your stories, in the comments and messaged to me, helped me feel less alone. Thank you so much. It also helped me feel more compassion towards myself - of course I don't hate any of you, and if that's the case, I shouldn't hate myself in the same situation. I don't know if I'll be successful at that, but the mental reframing is helpful, and I hope the rest of you can feel the same way. | A couple years into college, I dropped out of a very expensive school that my parents were paying for. The shame and guilt of that decision stayed with me for a long time (they knew about it). I was also depressed and burnt out and listless and ended up in a psych ward for severe suicidal thoughts. They took away my belt.
Your mom sounds like the kind of mom most people would kill to have. She might be angry at first, but she’s going to love you no matter what. Tell your parents, they’ll understand. Even if it takes them a few months, you’ll at least have your parents back in your corner.
But don’t do just do it for your parents. Do it for yourself. So you can finally move on with your life. A few years after my first complete failure at college, I enrolled in a local community college, which I didn’t tell anyone about because it felt like such a step down from the school I had dropped out of. But I loved it. I loved the classes and the professors and the low pressure. I got my AA and then immediately went to a 4 year state university (also far less prestigious but so much more fun and free, with professors who were there for me) to get my BA. Then my MA. Two decades later, fully into my career, I’m thinking about going back to get my second masters.
You sound smart. Depression doesn’t go away overnight, I know that. But failing out of college once doesn’t have to be your story. It’s not mine. |
I hated school growing up but was lucky enough I didn't have to take the bus and in the 4th to 5th grade whenever I wasn't sick and really didn't want to go to school that's when the night before coming inside from playing with my friends I would would either let the air out from the stem to make it look like the tire was flat or physically puncture it with something sharp to actually flatten it. My mom didn't work and my dad worked from home so they didn't have a reason to get it fixed right away which since it was early morning so my mom would tell me not to worry about school that day and to go back to bed, but looking back I probably cost them hundreds in patches, plugs or whole new tires just because I didn't want to go to school. I never confessed to them what I did but now whenever my mom would get a flat she would text me and tell me to go back to bed that schools off today even though I'm in my late twentys and live an hour away. | how many flats did your parents think people get in one year? |
... so I can keep seeing it when my phone is locked or in my notifications.
It helps me remember 1 person cares at least. | Tell him that, so instead of ignoring him, he just sends you more messages so youll always have an I love you on your screen |
Back in the 90s my parents had a pretty decent copy machine at home. Friend and I decided to try and make some counterfeit 5 dollar bills so we could use them to get quarters from a change machine at a nearby car wash. Aside from the feel, they were very convincing. Surprisingly they worked and the machine would spit out 5 dollars of quarters every time. Did this for awhile until we got scared we’d get caught. | The vending machine at my school would malfunction if you put a 20 in it
Not only would it give you your 20 back, it would give you a dollar in change and still give you your soda |
So when I was like 10 years old I faked to have a sore throat so I could eat ice. Because we were allowed to eat popsicles when we had a sore throat.I kept this up for so long (I had a serious ice cream addiction) that my mom took me to the doctors and even though they didn't really see anything wrong with my tonsils they cut them out just to be sure. Which resulted in 2 weeks of actual pain in my throat so I guess that was my karma.
Never confessed this to my mom, not sure if I ever will. She will never trust me again with my pains
Tldr: tricked my mom so I could eat ice cream, ended up with an unnecessary surgery | I almost had my appendix removed because I was faking stomach pains to get out of doing things |
So my parents had been “married” for 18 years before they got divorced back in 2012. I was 15 or 16 at the time.
I put “married” in quotes because even though the purpose of getting married is to basically solidify your love with someone, they were definitely not in love. At least, not anymore.
I remember my parents getting along well when I was young (around 3) but a few years after my brother was born, things took a turn for the worst.
They were constantly at each other’s throats. They would argue with each other every. Single. Night. My brother and I were terrified that something bad would happen during these arguments.
Then, when they weren’t arguing with each other, they were taking their anger out on us. My dad was just abusive and would go out of his way to find reasons to beat my brother and I with coat hangers until they broke.
And my mom was just reacting to the frustration. She would sometimes smack us, but that was the extent of it.
Eventually, at the age of 15, I decided that I had had enough. I was sick of all of this physical and emotional abuse. Everyone in the household was hurting.
So I suggested divorce to my parents and talked about it constantly when the other parent wasn’t around.
So eventually my “manipulation” worked and they got divorced. And honestly? It was the most liberating feeling ever.
I don’t know if I was in the right for doing this; I sometimes feel like a manipulative bitch when I think back to it. But overall my mom, my brother, and myself all seem like we’ve thrived without the constant presence of my dad.
EDIT: Thank you so much for your kind words, everyone! They are greatly appreciated.❤️
EDIT 2: Thank you so much for the gold | Actually, I have to say I am impressed by your handling of the situation. I know a lot of kids that age that would go to ruins because of a situation like that. Instead, you solved it in the most responsible way, a way your parents should should've taken years before from what I can tell.
So you may have used a little manipulation but you did it for the right reasons. Honestly, I am impressed. |
I hated reading books sometimes, because my elementary school teacher would give so much homework. Sometimes I would miss out on sleep and yet, we were expected to read at least an extra 20 minutes or more if it wasn't at least a chapter. So one day, I made up a book that doesn't even exist. Title was The Lucky Leprechaun. Summary: He was happy because for the first time in history, he actually found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. | TLDR: Your teacher didn’t care.
Teacher here: Book logs are such BS. Forcing kids to read makes many hate it. In my experience, I had the kids who loved reading, and who told me all about their books with no prompting, and others who forged the whole log. Either kids are intrinsically motivated, or they are not. Teachers do not know every book in existence, and I have enough to do already without researching the books that 65 middle school kids claim to be reading. That whole program was BS, thank heavens we no longer do it. |
I was really poor. Like, really hungry all the time poor. My friend however had a nice middle class life. She and I would spend every single weekend in its entirety together for the better part of a decade. I loved her but I was jealous because *she never ate anything* and it was by choice. Even when I stayed the night I was going hungry.
Anyway she had one of those giant parking meter “piggy banks” that was probably 4 foot tall and filled half way up with change. She asked me to help her count it one day and I eagerly agreed. (I have always loved counting change, even now that I’m in my mid twenties and financially stable). So we get to work. Quarters over here, pennies there, all in dollar groups, nice and tidy.
She leaves the room for some reason, probably for the bathroom, and like an instinct I start gathering as many quarter piles as I can without it being blatantly obvious that a bunch are missing. I put them in my towel from swimming the day before and folded it up to look casual. I’m sure it was pretty obvious.
Anyway I’m pretty sure she knew because she looked at the towel at some point and asked me when I was going home shortly after. I feel really terrible about it to this day. I was just so hungry back then and when my brother and I found quarters we’d always run to the liquor store and by cheap little Debbie snacks.
EDIT: Thank you to everyone that extended their kind words and experiences! I’m trying to reply to everyone that I can but I would like to clarify that I do not have contact with this person anymore. She went down a dark path and is now considered “dangerous”. I’m always hoping she will get clean and sober and I can make an amends but until I feel it’s a safe situation I will have to forgive my younger self. Again thank you so much! | As a kid who also grew up in a food unstable house hold and would go many days without eating... finding 20 bucks when I was outside instantly made me cry because I knew it meant I could eat that night as well as my family. Feeding a starving child takes precedence over a few dollars your friend wouldnt have missed. |
I'm just gonna put r/iamverybadass here before someone else does.
So as the title suggests, if someone in a vehicle is stopped in traffic usually at a red light and I see someone flick their cigarette out the window I will get out, pick it up, and flick it back into their car. Buy a damn ashtray or throw it into a garbage can when you stop somewhere. It's really not that difficult. Some people argue that other than littering it's not doing anything which isnt true, grass fires are started all of the time because someone tosses their cigarette out thinking they put it out but it didnt get put out, or they just dont bother. This has got to be one of my biggest pet peeves, and it's just disgusting to top it off.
Edit: someone mentioned NOT to put it in a trash can because it can start the contents on fire. Good call! Dispose of it properly! | Pisses me off when they flick out their cigs while driving and I'm behind them on my motorcycle. |
Sounds a little vague, but I’ll clear it up.
I work at a gas station, which has its own bakery. In the morning snacks are prepared, e.g. plain croissants, croissants filled with cheese, sausage rolls. That kind of stuff.
I work the evening shift and at some point during the evening the snacks get old so I have to throw them out, and write down how much I throw out. I can also write them off much earlier for personal use. There is a certain time where I have to throw them out, but I don’t. If customers ask for them, I’ll get them and sell them for a huge discount. The regular prices are €2.00-€2.50 and I’ll sell them for €1.00 and put that money in my own pocket. I stopped after a little while because it’s kinda illegal and can lose me my job. | When I worked at Starbucks, rather than throw out the old pastries, I’d bag them up and give them to the homeless people on the walk home. |
in about 6th or 7th grade, i accidently knocked out my friends adult tooth by hitting her metal waterbottle as she was drinking from it. she had to get a fake one which coste like over $2k. her dad wanted my parents to pay for the costs and i felt terrified to tell them so i told her dad that my dad lost his job and we were homeless and he felt bad and said he would let it slide. :) | A friend of mine knocked out a tooth of mine back in elementary school. Luckily in germany everything that happens on campus is the responsability of the school, so their insurance had to pay for it. I honstly dont think either of our parent would have been able to afford a new tooth. |
So basically when I was a kid I went to a candy store and searched for the chocolate golden coins, they sold packets with 20 each so I grabbed 3, went to pay a single pack and stole the other 2, went home and ate them with my cousin while paying minecraft | > "when I was a kid" ... "went home and ate them with my cousin while paying minecraft "
Fuck I'm old |
I was at their house taking with her and her family and oh boy it was getting boring.
I decided to head over to the washroom and one thing led to another so I decided to start masturbating.
I was wearing a short dress so all I did was take my underwear off, seat myself and go at it. I thought I had locked the door but turns out I hadn’t. Thought the knob thing turned all the way but I guess it didn’t lock it.
Worst part? The toilet itself faces the door, so her little brother opened it up and SAW EVERYTHING because I had my legs spread on either side of the toilet. The door doesn’t creak at all so I pretty much hadn’t noticed until the door hit the door stopper and made a noise. So the little dude probably saw a good (almost) 10 seconds of me just going at it.
Obviously at that point I had stopped and talked with him for a minute and not to say anything. We had dinner afterwards. He stared at me. I stared at him. And every time someone asked him something or asked him what’s new with him, I was shaking.
I don’t think I can go over to her house without having the awkwardness from knowing that her brother isn’t forgetting this anytime soon. I’ve gone there some times after and once, the dude even reminded me to lock the door ffs.
1) always lock the door and if you’re going to masturbate, do it at your own house.
2) a kid half your age, isn’t forgetting catching a girl masturbating at his friends house anytime soon, so be wary of where you decided to do this. | Well that kids spank bank is filled for the next 20 years lol |
I was 16 years old and was not very cool. I got invited to a party, and people drank. But I did not. am an introvert and decided to go home. I backed out in my car and hit the persons car that was hosting the party. Probably out if nervousness.
They called me the next morning and asked if I knew anything about it. I literally went over there and lied and said any scratches on it were there before. She had indents in her door. I’m 27 and I still think about this. It’s not bad but I LIED BAD. | I did this once in college.
My roommates boyfriend was staying over and her boyfriend has parked his car partially covering the driveway by about 4 feet.
I was in a hurry to get to work and normally not expecting a car to be blocking me, I hit his car on the back side right rear panel.
I didn't really think anything as it was just a small impact.
Apparently it left a dent and he was pissed asking me about it. I shrugged it off and said I didn't know.
I do still think about it till this day, but karma already got me, so I guess all is well. |
When I was in grade 8 I struggled really bad with my grades and on tests that I used to fake signature the test so my parents would never see my scores. The fake sig worked for a while until my science teacher caught it and called me out on it in front of every student. I started crying instantly and I had to redo the test, which I aced but she only gave me a 70% on. She never got along with me for the rest of the year and didn’t acknowledge me at graduation. | Curious how old you are. If you are still in school, I can understand the guilt. But most adults would probably laugh because in the grand scheme of things cheating in 8th grade just doesn’t matter. (Hope this doesn’t come off as patronizing) |
And I absolutely regret it. It’s such a stupid, dumb mistake because I know I’m well capable of rewriting it in my own words. Stress and laziness took the best of me. No, it’s my fault and I did it because I was stressed and lazy.
So I took discussions i.e. what other students and a professor wrote in the forum from a previous course, and copied it word-by-word into my term paper for another course. It was two paragraphs. Now I’m scared and anxious everyday because 4 years might go down the drain.
I’m ready to face the consequences, immediate fail, or my academic career ended. I will beg to be able to finish my course, with a permanent mark in my record. More than anything I’m mad at myself because I know I’m better than this, and because I can write. I can rewrite, I could’ve asked for an extension. I’ve never done this and it does not worth this current anxiety at all.
Just want to get this off my chest. | If it’s really bothering you that much then why don’t you just do the rewrites and then contact your professor and say “hey, I was clearing out files on my computer to save on my external drive and discovered I submitted a draft rather than the final paper. I would be more than happy to submit the correct file if needed as I continued to work rewrites. Sorry for any inconvenience.”
This gives you an out if you do get busted for plagiarism and helps you clear your conscience. If the professor flags it you have an out either way. |
I guess with age I feel a little bit bad about this now.
Where I used to work I was on 3rd shift as a salaried supervisor. When I was off work and trying to sleep or relax I was constantly getting work related calls and texts from the other shifts including my boss. I was carrying the whole department basically.
I loved what I did but I didn’t feel I was getting paid nearly enough so after a year or so I started getting sick of never really being off work.
My boss had a company paid cell phone and as a manager he was required to keep it on at all times in case there was en emergency at work.
During this time I had an old prepaid phone that was still active with carryover minutes. One night when we were slow at work I used *67, which blocks your number from being displayed, to call his phone and wake him up at 3:00 am. When he sleepily said hello I hung up. I planned on it being a one time thing but when he came in the next morning he was red eyed and exhausted like I was all the time from being called when off work.
From that point on I would call him in the middle of the night two or three times per week. Most of the time I would let it ring three or four times and hang up. Sometimes I would call him from my real phone and pretend I “butt dialed” him. On the days I would call him when he was sleeping he would drag in looking rough and I would take secret pleasure in seeing him feel like I did since I was still constantly being called when I was off.
Occasionally he would comment that some “damn asshole” called his phone and woke him up. After about a year they hired another supervisor so my work was cut in half. I finally got some time to relax and get some rest. I stopped calling him at that point after almost a year.
Sometimes I’m torn between feeling bad about doing it and also that maybe I should have done it more.
| I had a friend who worked in IT many years ago as a programmer. Occasionally he would get calls in the middle of the night because something in production went wrong. If he then came in late or something, his boss would give him some crap about being late--she gave him no credit for being woken up for work in the middle of the night.
So finally, one evening he got a call (fairly early...like 10pm or something). He fixed it pretty easily over the phone (this was before remote access), but then he set his alarm clock for 3:30am. At 3:30 his alarm went off, and he called his boss and said "this system is down and I'm not sure I can fix it, what should I do?" Then he called his boss back at like 4:15am and told her it was fixed.
That morning, he was in on time...and so was his boss, but she was all bleary eyed and looked miserable. She never gave him a hard time again. |
My boyfriend who I live with has covid and my job needed me to quarantine this past week. I have the ability to work from home via my personal laptop. I was very attentive and responded to emails and phone calls, but overall made no progress on the project I am supposed to be working on because I was napping and doing anything else but my work. | Very relatable. But I went back to the office for a day, and reflected on how I did almost less that day. |
I ordered that just for fun did not expect it would work. Yep it did . That machine is old one so it was really easy job. I did that only during weekend shifts where is no one in the office. Was careful not to take too many but after some time i ended up. I realised it is not worth of losing good paid job for bottle of coke and snickers.
Edit: i took stuff for about $20 not thousands. | You should have gone the other way - come in on the weekend and fill in empty spots with pepsi products and granola bars. Freak out the guy coming in to restock it. |
Back in elementary and middle school, the scholastic book fair was every kids favorite time of the year. My parents were frugal, so I was never able to secure 10-15 dollars to pay for anything there. I went to elementary and middle school in fairly affluent neighborhoods so seeing other kids get stuff from the fair hurt and I really wanted to get my own stuff. I thought of a genius idea which I used for years. so, as a class and during lunch when we would visit the school library, I thought of the idea of putting the books and items I wanted into the bookshelf. Kids would crowd the library, so in the midst of the chaos, while the librarians and teaches were occupied, and the students fascinated with all the items available for the event, I placed whatever I wanted into the bookshelf. I would later return after the event had finished to reap my rewards.
I'm already 23 so this was well over 12 years ago already. I still have so many Guinness world record books, captain underpants, and diary of a wimpy kid book, some of the books I stole that are floating around the house. I don’t regret this, and I was able to share with my friends all the stuff I got. Surprised I actually thought of this as a kid in elementary and i never got caught. | I volunteered at a book fair at my kids school a few years ago, keep in mind the area was very mixed as far an incomes. We were told that if we saw a kid stealing a book to look the other way. Apparently the PTA had a fund to cover it. The thought was, if a kid wanted a book that badly they would most likely read it and if they were reading then it was all good. |
So when I was young and stupid me and my 2 friends went out everyday to do dumb stuff such as Knock and Run,trespassing, breaking stuff that wasn’t ours, disturbing the peace etc.
It was December 2017 when me and my friends went out to the local neighborhood to run around different flats and knock on people doors or do some other shit that basically made people go mad. And one of my friends decided to start throwing bricks at a street lamp for fun, we thought it’s all good cos it was dark and there was no one on the street. After he was done we went to get something to drink and got into a flat to get warmer because it was a snowy winter. 10 minutes in we noticed a lady 2 floors above us that was speaking to someone on the phone about some thugs running around and breaking stuff. We got scared that she might’ve noticed us and maybe even recorded the whole action. We went upstairs to make sure that she wasn’t talking about us but turned out she was on the phone with her son when she saw us come up and quickly cut our way back down off speaking to her son “come on come up here quicker they’re here !” We we’re already shitting ourselves and had no idea what to do. The lady was about 60-70 years old so we didn’t want to do anything that could hurt her but before any other thoughts i rammed her and she fell down a couple stairs shouting at us. We ran straight down and out of the building . When we started running through the flat i looked back to see if she was okay, she looked fine to me so we escaped. I don’t know where she is today and i hope she’s alive and well. I regret it because it must’ve hurt her. Im sorry lady I learnt from my mistakes and got some better friends now. I’m now almost 18 years old and surrounded by better people and know how to do good and i’m a changed person but i won’t forgive myself for hurting an elder.
Edit: I thought Hit and Run means “knock and run” cos that’s what i did | r/confession when someone makes a confession |
In Australia we have an app for McDonald’s called MyMacca’s app. You can order on your phone and receive rewards and discount meal deals. I discovered my app had a glitch and every time I order anything they never charge me. It’s been going on for a year now. | Don’t update the app |
When I was like 13 I was doing my laundry. I lived in an apartment complex so we had a laundry room.
One day I was walking back to my apartment and saw a wad of money on the floor. I stopped quickly, picked it up and stuck it in my laundry and kept walking.
Like 30 seconds later one of my neighbors came running around the corner and he asked me if I saw money anywhere.
He was kinda a jerk to me a few times so I said no.
I thought it was like $40-60.
When I got back to my apartment and actually looked at the money I saw how much it was.
I knew where he lived. But I kept it. | I had this happen once. I was mowing a friend's lawn for some extra money and found a wad of bills on the street. Turned out it was $1,000 even. I really needed the money at the time and I was really tempted to keep it, so I decided that if it was his I'd return it to him and if not it was mine now since I didn't know any of his neighbors or anything. Finished up the lawn and was chatting to him and he mentioned he was stressing because he'd withdrawn money for rent and then dropped it somewhere. I whipped it out of my pocket and made his day, but was a little bummed that I still had to come up with MY bills money. |
I am one of those ill-advised deviants (41f) learning to tattoo from YouTube videos on an Amazon tattoo machine, although I've worked hard to make sure sanitization comes first because I've seen the aftermath of infected tattoos, and I bought some good quality black ink separately. I mostly got the machine because there are so many small, simple tattoos I want to get, I would rather save my money doing the simple ones myself and getting the bigger, more complex ones professionally done. So my intention was not to really work on other people. I started on practice skins and finally felt comfortable trying one on myself last week. It turned out fine but I had trouble getting the depth right, and I mentioned this to my friend. She offered to let me practice on her so we made arrangements for me to come by Friday.
I showed up Friday with all my supplies and, as I was setting up, two of her kids were sitting around watching me. She came in and told them, "What did I say?" They jumped up and ran to the laundry room, so I laughed, asking "How'd you manage to get those kids to do laundry?" (There are 5 of them so the laundry really sucks). That's when she told me: she made a deal with the two oldest kids, both 13, that if they did the laundry they could each GET A TATTOO.
You guys. My jaw was on the floor. I never ever thought I'd be in a position where I was faced with the prospect of giving two CHILDREN their first tattoos. These kids love me so I didn't want to be the asshole to tell them no, and in my state it's apparently legal to tattoo minors with the parents' permission (I don't think I've ever Googled something so fast). Then, their mom, my friend, decided to cook dinner and had them go first. So the first and second tattoos I did on anyone other than myself ended up being on 13-year-old children. One of them got a cross on his leg and the other got her first initial with a cross together on her stomach. They turned out okay, thankfully they were simple, and the kids were troopers and didn't cry or anything. But I feel really guilty knowing they're going to have to live with these mediocre tattoos for the rest of their lives.
Then, today, my worst nightmare happened: the girl texted me letting me know her friends "loved" her tattoo and now THEY all want one. Now I'm having to tell her no, I'm not tattooing another literal child, even if their parents say it's okay. I'm not trying to go to jail for this. I'm pretty sure the charge for tattooing a minor is written like "unlawful penetration" or something too, so I'm extra not trying to get charged for this. I am kind of upset with my friend for putting me in this position, but I guess if she's fine with it then I need to get over it. It just felt so wrong.
Wow, it feels better to get it out. Thanks for letting me share! | This is the quality content I'm here for. |
This topic came up recently when my mom and I started talking about my childhood. I never admitted to this and told everyone it was an accident. Here’s what happened.
We were asked to draw something on a piece of paper. I forgot what he did to me or what happened but I remembered I intentionally stabbed him on the head with my pencil. When he started crying and babbling how I stabbed him, I denied it at first but he wont stop crying. They checked out his head and found a mark of a pencil then it was confirmed. I also started crying and told everybody that I was just stretching out since I’m tired from drawing and when I dropped my hands holding a pencil, his head just happens to be on the way. They believed that and turns out that kid was actually being bullied by other kids and then he dropped out. Everytime I look at our class picture I cant help to feel sorry. | In my primary we had something call the “curtesy award” it’s was a badge given out every Monday to the best child in the class.
I got this badge and immediately stabbed another peer with the pin and got it taken off me... didn’t get it again for another 5 years |
About ten years ago, I was into the "emo" phase and wore eyeliner at times in a public school in conservative suburbs of Houston. I was bullied almost daily but I tried not to let it get to me. I know my attention seeking was definitely partly to blame, but anyways, I digress.
One day in gym class, some kids were making fun of me, calling me names and eventually the kid with cancer decided to join in and call me a faggot. I responded by telling him to "go back to the hospital". They just got quiet and from then on, the kids in school hated me even more. A year later, the kid passed away. The sad thing is.. I don't regret saying it. | People with cancer can be assholes too. |
Yeah I was like 7 and associated any wrong-doings towards my father as an ass whoopin. I was also a dumbass.
My dad sent me to the store up the street to buy milk, and he gave me enough extra where I thought hm, gum sounds pretty nice. So I bought milk and some Hubba Bubba Tape.
This took place a little after my birthday when I received a little play tech kit, which was really just a couple circuits, but I absolutely adored this thing.
Fast forward to the day after I bought the gum, 24 hours of pure guilt, and my dad had just gotten a massive dumpster ordered to our house for some serious spring cleaning. He basically told us all, get everything we don’t need/want and throw that shit away.
So I threw the gum in with the circuitry kit and told him it was broken.
He tossed that shit in the dumpster like it was nothin, and on the inside I died.
A sad day, but one I won’t forget.
I haven’t really told anyone this story, and it’s kinda dumb, but for whatever reason I still feel a lil guilty. | Crazy how we can hold to such memories. I love the specificity of this one, tells a lot about you in a small moment |
I'm working part-time in a shop, and it's okay. A job I suppose. I get on with people easy and I do my job well enough. The only thing that seems to really make someone's day is when I ask women (30s to 40s) for ID. If they say "I'm (insert age over 30)" I just tell them I have to if I think they are 25 or under. Seems to really make them smile.
I can't do much to make people smile, and I wanna let people know I can at least do this. [Light] | That's really sweet.
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I used to live next to this really cool house that had been abandoned and foreclosed on. I barely knew the people who used to live there, but I did know they'd left in a hurry and only took what they absolutely needed. This was during the real estate crash and the bank had bigger fish to fry so they padlocked the doors and sat on the house for years. Well I have to admit, my curiosity got the best of me. It's not like I'm a criminal. I've never even shoplifted or tried to lie my way out of a speeding ticket ... but the house was there, empty of humans, and full of nice things, and I had free reign of the connecting back yard and could come and go as I please without anyone ever knowing. One day I took an old pair of bolt cutters and broke into the basement bulkhead, and my friend and I combed all through the house and took all kinds of stuff. I got clothing, sports gear and kids' toys, decorations, tools ... I'll even admit to pantry items. Those were lean times for my family as well. Anyway, once we were done I closed the house back up again, but since the padlock was now broken, someone else ended up breaking in later and they weren't so good about closing back up again when they left. The basement bulkhead was left standing open during winter and the pipes froze and burst, flooded the basement and first floor. The bank eventually came around and found the situation. They shut off the water and padlocked the doors again. I never went back in and eventually the house sold at auction. I still have some of the things I took from that house. | Honestly, the items in the house would probably have either been thrown away or taken by whomever was responsible for disposing of them. Who cares.
However, you were indirectly responsible for some pretty major property damage. Good lesson in how your actions can have completely unforseen consequences. |
When I was in middle school me and my friends thought it would be funny to get on top of the school roof at a school football game and throw a trash can off it when everyone was leaving I took the trash can and dropped on some guy I remember his look when he saw us it never came back up after that me and my friends would never speak of it till this day | I was wondering how the fuck that happened! I still have a dent in my head you fucker! |
I worked as a caddie and fore caddie for about 1 month of a summer when I was \~15. I got booked as a fore caddie for a group of 4 older gentleman (probably late 60s). After the round, the one who was the member of the club said to me "Good job today. I'll go get my wallet from the locker room to pay you".
In the meantime, his buddies came up and said "thanks for your help today" and handed me $60. I said thank you and went to leave. On my way out, I ran into the member who yelled out to me and handed me $40. I didn't tell him that his buddies already took care of it, so I walked off with $100. I never went back there again.
I know he is rich and $40 is nothing, but I still feel bad about it. They were a nice group of guys to work for. This was 15 years ago and I still think about him. | I wouldn't say this is stealing. This is just the other guy giving you a tip as well. |
I (legally) take a stimulant for a medical issue. I'm very open about my mental health and medication with co-workers and friends because I believe it's the only way to help others seek help for themselves sometimes. Now with saying that, there are always people who are nefariously trying to convince me to give them a pill or two because "what if it helps them". I always tell them to talk to their doctor if they truly believe they have a disorder.
So there is one co-worker of mine who (not so subtly) jokes about me handing him some of my medication at work every now and then. I've always shut him down in a joking way, but we both know neither of us are actually joking. It's never really been a huge problem, just slightly annoying, and I didn't think much of it until last week. From here on I'll refer to this co-worker as W.
Now, I usually keep my things out in my car since I don't have an office or locker to safely store them. This one particular day though, it was getting pretty hot outside (yay for summer) and I had complained to a few co-workers at lunch about my laptop possibly overheating in my car. Everyone else agreed it was shitty of management to not provide lockers and we all laughed it off. Everyone except W.
W kinda piped up amidst the discussion and said "You know, you can totally put your stuff in my office if you'd like, you know, so your computer is safe." I thanked him and continued on my way. It didn't really occur to me at that time that he had any other motive other than being nice.
About an hour later, W saw me in passing and said, "Hey! I thought you were going to store your things in my office?" It was at that moment I started seeing the big picture. So I smiled and agreed, "Yup! Sorry, I just got busy! I'll go grab my bag and bring it up in a minute!"
So I went to my car, gathered my things and kinda sat there for a second in the sweltering heat of my car thinking. I would never accuse someone of stealing and generally expect the best out of people at my workplace, but it didn't sit right with me that W brought the whole situation up again and hour later when I had just made a quick comment that one time. I decided to take my meds out of my bag and store them in the center console. Well, I took the stimulants out. What most people don't know is that I'm also prescribed an anti-anxiety medication, but I don't usually talk about it because I rarely take it. It mostly makes me sleepy and doesn't help throughout the day, only at night on rare occasions. The pills also look VERY similar to my stimulants. I kept that bottle in the bag.
For clarification, I DID NOT switch pills or bottles, the anti-anxiety meds clearly state what it is. I DID, however, have a sneaking suspicion that W had something in mind other than allowing me to safely store my belongings in his office, and was curious if he'd actually try to take one.
I ended up putting my stuff down in his office (he looked almost TOO happy to help), thanked him again and went about my business. Maybe another hour later I returned to grab something from my bag and W had a look on his face that screamed I FUCKED UP. He mentioned that he was not feeling well and his eyes were kinda droopy. He went home early that day.
Now I know it was kinda fucked up of me to bait him like I did, but if he was a smart thief, he'd have read the bottle. And if he was a good person, he wouldn't have touched my shit in the first place. I counted the pills when I got home and sure enough 2 were missing. TWO PILLS. Just one of those bad boys puts me on my ass. I have no idea if he took one and saved one or if he took both, but I know the look of sedation when I see it.
In the end, W was fine. He came to work the next day looking guilty AF and mostly avoided me. We both know what he did, but he can't say anything without confessing to stealing MY medication. All in all, I feel like he might have learned his lesson, though I do feel bad for setting it up. He hasn't said a word about my meds this week and I still don't have somewhere safe to put my things this summer, but I'm sure W got a fan-fucking-tastic nights sleep that day. | No one likes a W |
I was young, only in the 2nd grade and had recently been taught about lying. After our lessons on sinning and doing bad stuff, I developed the idea that my friend (let's call her Lilly) was lying about her peanut allergy and just didn't like peanut butter but was too ashamed to tell me because they were my favorite snack at the time. Not to mention the times when someone would bring in a snack for the class and we'd always have to check if they had peanuts in them. If they did, the whole class couldn't eat them so that she wouldn't feel left out. I was tired of what I thought was a dumb, made-up lie and decided to take matters into my own hands by bringing a big jar of peanut butter and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Once it's snack break I waited until Lilly went to the bathroom to take out my peanut butter jar to slip a spoonful into her cup, shaking it good so she wouldn't suspect a thing. Once she came back, she sat down and drank some of her peanut butter infused water. As she did so I watched with wide eyes making sure to take in every detail, now convinced that she's been lying the whole time. Suddenly, Lilly started coughing uncontrollably, choking and thrashing herself all over the floor. It also didn't help that she forgot her epipen at home that day, causing her to convulse and forcing my teacher to call an ambulance. It turned out she was severely allergic to peanut butter and I never had the gull to tell her what I had done that day. We're still friends today and she strongly believes that her father was trying to kill her that day since she got in a fight with him the day before regarding her dead mother. | Jesus Christ |
I read the other posts about people taking money out of the tills and thought I could do better than that. So no one knows this but I used to work for a bank (I assume no one is going to have sympathy for these guys) for several years. I won't say where or which one. Towards the end I was essentially redundant but they refused to pay me out and instead insisted on keeping me and proceeded to try to bully me into quitting. I have mental health problems and this began a mental breakdown for myself. I used all my sick leave and they refused further leave, I got the union involved but they are piss weak. Eventually got some leave entitlements plus a little extra with an agreement not to sue, \~$30,000. This was about $45,000 less than what my redundancy should've been at the time. Being mentally fragile I accepted as I didn't have the capacity or support to fight for my rights (I would have had a very strong legal case).
So as you do when you're a bit down you have some erratic and destructive thinking. In the bank I worked in credit, fraud and collections among other things so I knew all the holes in the systems... A few phoney applications later I managed to get I estimate maybe $45,000 not including costs out of them. I won't say how because it was very specific to the organisation but had to get the money in actual products not cash so I then formed a business to turn the products into cash.
I made a few mistakes along the way but I know financial crime is never investigated and I made sure that there was nothing linking the applications together so they wouldn't even know it was one person.
Another plus was it made me very very happy doing this. Win win. I don't feel guilty in the slightest. I think I actually went pretty easy on them.
TL:DR scammed my ex employer out of my rightful entitlements. | Why do you think people never investigate financial crimes? There is literally an entire field dedicated to finding it. Forensic accounting and auditing. |
...and I mean a lot.
My dad was/is a pretty addicted chain smoker and he really doesn't want to admit it. So naturally he buys a lot of cigarettes.
He also doesn't lock them away or something and has them lying around the house or just his smoking spot (which is outside).
Me, a few years ago, being this desperate teenager who wanted to be cool and couldn't afford cigarettes himself stole from him pretty regularly. I can't really recall how much it was, but it was a good amount.
He found out after a few months, because I always stole just a few cigarettes so he wouldn't notice and this one time I got greedy and stole a package, which as I said he noticed.
Looking back at it,it was a really shitty move and it surely contributed to the nicotine addiction that I'm struggling with now. Karma I guess. | I think most teenager smokers have done this. My nan was a secret(not so secret very badly hidden, who waters the plants at 10pm?!)smoker and we found her stash and would pinch one or two when we were round because we were skint then use our pocket money to randomly put a 10box back when we could.
When we were adults and my grandad passed she would smoke and we admitted to it she said she couldn't understand what was going on and thought it was my grandad just helping her lol. If he's still around and still smoking, buy him a box occasionally. |
When I was around 8 years old, I lived in an area that had a lot of summer homes. After summer was over and the home was empty my friend and I would break in. Break in is used loosely. A lot of times windows were unlocked, or even sometimes a door. We used to look for money. We loved going to McDonald’s. One time we even found a lockbox. Busted that open with a sledgehammer. We usually didn’t take anything but money. There were tvs, or beds but I was 8. What would I do with any of that? Almost never any toys. I did take a really cool looking mini statue. I still have it to this day. We were in one house playing with those long wooden matches. One of them lit the shag carpet. We couldn’t get it out. We rode our bikes out of there like the Devil was on our heels. Some days later we both rode our bikes back to this house. The place was burned to the ground. Destroyed, nothing left. I can still smell it. I also remember I stepped on a nail and it went into my foot. Hurt like hell. We rode our bikes away and never talked about it again. My family moved away when I was in 5th grade. I lost contact with the kid. I have never told anyone. | Shit this better be a alt account arson in some states has no statue of limitations |
This isn’t spicy but I honestly just wondered if anyone could relate. I truly pride myself in being an honest person with one exception. I find myself constantly lying mostly just to neighbors and coworkers by saying “I just woke up” and I don’t know why. I guess i feel like it takes the pressure off me to be social and put together. Gives me an out if I come off weird? I dunno. I do it with no forethought in most cases- it will just pop out of my mouth and leave me wondering why I said it. | This is almost entirely harmless, but it sounds like the root of it might be a lack of self confidence. Maybe you could give yourself a break and reframe seeng yourself "awkward" into natural or authentic. |
I first caught him late last year. I found him exchanging pictures with another girl on his phone. Later that week I followed him to a woman's house and they embraced and kissed when he walked up to the door. He's occasionally stays at work late which I think is a lie; I think he goes off with other women. I know that I should be upset, but in all honesty I just don't really care. We're still together and he comes home to me and loves me. He's a good dad. He provides for us and takes care of us. I know he loves me and if he feels that he needs to do this then I just don't feel as though I need to say anything about it.
[Light] | Get yourself tested for STDs |
Almost clogged the machine too because apparently it doesn’t take grounds. Anyways the decaf has been completely cycled through now so I think I’m in the clear. | Just don't do that the other way around. My dad drinks decalf because he has a heart condition and caffeine can kill him. |
Back story to this, my parents split up weeks before she was deployed back in 2004. I at the time blamed her based on her actions following the family break up. She even remarried before she left the states. I refused to talk to her, I was 11 at the time. I was so angry I eventually started telling people in my school my mom died. It was mainly in response to people asking me of my personal life and what my mother does. It was a very social part of growing up, when people start inquiring about you. Anyways, fast forward to her coming home for 2 weeks, she showed up to my school. Keep in mind I was attending therapy during this time provided by the school and the counselor is who arranged the visit. She did a small speech to my class answering vague questions about the military and her involvement. It was my schools way of dealing with 9/11. Boosting the approval of military personnel, making it more of the norm. Mid speech a fellow student raises her hand and straight up says “your son told me you died”. The room was so silent. I never felt so small. She hesitated and followed with a nervous laugh saying “obviously that’s not true” transitioning into more answers not involving my terrible decision. To this day we never spoke about it. | Similar thing happened to me but the opposite way...
My mom died when I was 8 and word got around my elementary school and all the kids were asking me if it was true
I denied it. I said she was alive and that it was all made up. It was right around the time of mother day and I remember that the teacher had us making cards to give to our moms when one of my classmates said “ what about michael. His mom died “ and I jumped up and said “ no she’s not. She’s alive!”
After class my teacher pulled me aside and asked me why I was denying her death , I continued with the lie that she was alive until they called my dad to confirm that in fact she was dead
Looking back it’s extremely cringy to think about but just like in your situation Op, I think it was a coping mechanism that got out of hand |
when i was a little brat me and my cousin used to go on a mango tree and stay up there for hours. So one day he said: ''lets throw these mangoes at the neighbours house!'' and we threw like 20 mangoes on his house. Then we ran away. Idk if my neighbor remembers but everytime i see him on the street i get nervous.
sorry for any mistakes english ins't my first language. | I always knew it was you and your cousin! I’m on my way over to settle the score! |
When I was schooling (before internet was popular) video cassettes and magazines of adult content were popular among seniors. But obviously they were banned in the school (we most of us being kids must have been the reason 😁).
So they often screened out classes and bags for adult content. So one day, one tape was caught in the gym, and it belonged to me and my friends.
But the tape was on a cupboard so they couldn't find who it was. However, the principal said if no one comes forward he will add that to the school permanent record of all students in our class.
So we all were afraid but luckily nobody in our class betrayed us.
We were looking for some solution to the issue. Somehow, a person from the previous class in the gym came to us. He was known to be a "thug" in the school with a bad rep. Anyway i had no personal problem with him.
So he said "if you give me 200 bucks, i will accept the tape is mine." I m not proud of what we did next, but we agreed to his terms and collected 200 bucks within 2 days and gave it to him.
And apparently he is a man of his words, he accepted and with his previous record nobody thought twice of it. And as I heard, even the principal was like "oh this guy, no problem, we can't punish him, he is way too corrupted." (He was not punished as well.
And we got away. 😊 | That's funny as shit! Back in those days, my brother got a "tape" stuck in the VCR, and had to shamefacedly take it to be repaired. He said when he picked it up, a couple people came out of the back of the shop to laugh at him.
He said the title of the tape was "Aunt Jemima spanks the naughty white boys", which I'm sure is made-up bullshit, but it WAS pretty funny, if horrifying by modern standards. |
To my sister:
When we were kids, I offered you a slice of pizza when you got into the car and you knew I dropped it on the ground. You knew, you questioned me about it and I lied to your face because I was angry. I spent years trying to figure out why I did that, and why I was so angry with you, but it turns out I wasn’t angry with you. I was angry that our mother left us, our dad avoided us, and we were stuck with an abusive step mother, but you were the only good thing I had to I guess I tried to push you away before you could leave me too. I kills me that I was so mean to you for a while because you are such a great person, you have a huge heart and you just didn’t deserve that.
So, I‘m sorry. | I got a laugh from the title but as I read on I just got sad. Sorry man. |
I've had hens for many years now, they are good, quiet chickens that don't bother anyone. A month ago I added a couple younger hens to my small flock, and my neighbors cat came into my yard and killed one of them. Less than a week later, my OTHER neighbors small yappy little dog dug a whole under my fence, and came into my yard and killed another one of my hens. I covered the hole with cement, and the dog simply dug another hole to get in again. This is around the time I made the decision to get a rooster. Roosters are famous for not only being loud and extremely annoying, but also for protecting the entire flock from predators. Two birds with one stone you might say. I got the youngest, noisiest little rooster I could find. Petty revenge is sweet. | 10/10 approve. As a flock owner I️ concur this an acceptable cock move ❤️ |
I would buy phone chargers, sun glasses, little niknaks, get gas, and food on a credit card with a $500 monthly limit for 3 years before I quit a company. The thing was that they tracked all the purchases and never brought it up to me. I was told it was for very specific things related to the job but never told me to stop buying things. While a few years before I started someone did it twice and got fired. Don't now how I got away with it, but karma definitely fixed it right up with car problems that shouldn't have happened. | They keep shit like that in their back pocket to fire ur ass if they disapprove of your performance in the future |
I turned 30 recently, and since then, a lot of things have been bringing up some of the skeletons from my past... I’m realising that I’m still deeply affected by them, and still haunted by them to this day. And honestly, I just wanted to share it with someone..
When I was 11, I remember being one of the happiest, goofiest, rambunctious, cockiest, *naughtiest* kids there was. I had so many friends, played sports, had all these play “girlfriends” with all the girls in my class, and had so many healthy experiences living in the suburbs of Melbourne, Australia. I was just happy and bubbling with life and confidence living with my single dad.
Just before the 6th grade, my dad met a woman. Her name was Dianne. She was also a single parent, except her kids were much older than me. She had three boys between the ages of 22 and 35 at the time, and an 18 year old daughter.
After a few short months of knowing this woman, my dad broke the news to me that we were leaving Melbourne, and moving in with Diane to a small rural town in the country. At such a young age, I didn’t understand exactly what this meant. But I went along with it, without so much as a peep or murmur.
Soon, we moved to the small country town called Pylong, in Victoria. This town had maybe 1,000 people living in it. And my new school, in total, had maybe 50 kids. My first day of school there was a real indicator of my temperament, as I’d cause the first fist fight in all of the school’s history literally in my first day. The reason? Simply because another student suggested that I pick a fight with someone. There was no reason. I was wild!
Very soon after my dad moved us in, Diane allowed her youngest son, Peter, to move in with us. Peter was 22, lifted weights, and was an absolute monster. My dad was 55. Soon after Peter moved in, even though my dad bought this house from sale of his previous home, Peter began to claim it as his own. He began bullying and intimidating my dad. Peter would change the locks and bolts on my dads tool shed so that only he would have access to it. Peter used to play with my basketball in the back yard, then kick it as hard as he could across the 1 acre paddock behind us into the overgrown grass so that I couldn’t find it after he’d finish. Peter would push me over and trip me when I’d try stand up to him.
Peter began to regularly beat up my dad. To a bloody pulp. In front of me.
Peter’s temper was like a hair-trigger, and anything would prompt him to hurt my dad. Sometimes my dad would react a little to Peters bullying, and then it would be on. At any time of day or night, Peter would just lay into my dad until he’d have broken noses and chunks of hair missing from hair scalp..
One night, my dad was sleeping in my room with me to get away from Peter. It was like he was hiding in my room. At about midnight, Peter came in to my room with his older brother while we were both sleeping and started both beating my dad up together.
Sometimes when this would happen, I’d run to the next door neighbor’s house and beg them to let me inside to call the police. But other times, I’d just stand there in fear watching it... frozen.
Though I only lived there for about 1-2 years, it felt like forever. I’d pass the time after school and on weekends, by literally breaking into whole streets of houses not far from my own. I wouldn’t steal anything. I’d just break and enter, walking around in the houses of strangers. I had no friends, I had no outlets, I had nowhere to go, and no one to see... I missed Melbourne so so much, and felt like I’d been ripped out of my happy, bright environment in the suburbs, and placed in this town that felt like a prison made of dirt roads and nothingness. I felt isolated, alone, and like I was taken away from everything that made me happy... I yearned to go back to Melbourne where I had friends who loved me, and where ever hung could be normal again. Where I could be normal.
This all happened for about two years. But for my entire teenage life, I was withdrawn into myself. I was shy, embarrassed, scared, quiet, frozen, all through my highschool years... it took me until I was about 20 to come back out again, resembling what I was like in my previous childhood years.
And this might be a story for another time. But all throughout this time, for my whole life, I was also dealing with an alcoholic mother who I’d see on weekends. My experiences with her equally devastated me. She committed suicide (I believe) when I turned 17.
I never forgiven Diane or Peter. Im haunted by them. I sometimes imagine what I would do if I could pay them both a visit, and let them know exactly what they put me through. I’d tell Diane that she is a horrible human being, and I’d tell Peter (and his brother) that I’m not 11-12 years old anymore, and that iv been lifting some weights of my own.
Sometimes I still feel trapped in that house. Iv never felt closure or resolution. Iv never felt justice or peace... it’s hung over me for all these years, and I don’t know how to answer to it. I don’t know how to forget it all..
I don’t remember Diane or Peter’s last name. Sometimes I think that that’s God’s way of not allowing me to do something that I could regret..
Thank you for reading my story.
EDIT: Thank you so much to everyone for your support and encouragement. Iv very rarely spoken to anyone about the things such as this that iv experienced in my life, and I’m so grateful for all your thoughts and replies:
1. Yes, I absolutely do want to resolve this against Peter legally. My dad had called the police, so there would have to be a record of it somewhere. Does anyone know how I could follow this up? Or if it’s too late? How can I make him answer to what he did? If you have any suggestions please feel free to PM me.
2. I see a lot of people are asking about my dad and how he is now. After I left his house when I was 16 (new house we moved into after it all happened), I dropped out of highschool, and moved to Sydney with the little amount of money I had. I built a life for myself there, independently.
Meanwhile, my dad went into business with his daughters husband, sold it after about 10 years, and used the money to retire on his eldest daughters property in his travel caravan. He loves it, and occasionally takes long solo trips around the Outback of Australia with his dog. He’s at rest, and I am incredibly relieved for him.
| Holy fuck dude. So sorry to read this. Do you have an option to speak with a therapist to help you process this? |
We were in a German class together. She sat near me. I swear she always had a smile on her face, and I remember her being a very bubbly person. She didn't have any reason to be friendly to me... she just was......
Flash forward to a couple of years later. I couldn't conceive that a person could be THAT nice. I thought it had to a cruel joke on her part. So I, in response, said shitty things to her. Still, she seemed to have responded to those shitty things with kindness in return.
A couple of months ago, it came to me out of the blue that she actually was genuinely a nice person. And I had bashed her because of this. I still feel like a fucking low-life because of it.
I don't think I did much, but I hope I didn't make it harder for her to be a nice, warm, open person.
I'm so sorry Leah. I'm gonna try to make it up to you in the near future. Only time will reveal the outcome of that, a fact that isn't emotionally easy for me right now... | Contact her and be honest with her like you did here.
Good luck. |
I was in a fairly serious relationship with a single parent for a year and a half. I actually loved them alot and went out of my way to be really accommodating about the fact they had a kid. As a bonus the kid was really cute. Having had a step parent as a kid and mercilessly torturing them for ten years I understood that I was very lucky to get a step kid that wasn't a high functioning psychopath so I made extra effort. This quickly became a step-parent scenario and I ended up with alot of 'family time'. The kid absolutely loved me, especially because I got to be the 'fun parent'. I just figured it was part and parcel of loving someone who had a kid so I just got on with it. Every morning getting woken up by a three year old mounting my face with a soggy nappy, getting kicked,punched, ridden, all the snot that was wiped on me, the screaming, the crying, the tantrums. The embarrassment in restaurants when the kid has a tantrum. School runs. Lunch boxes. All of the mess,the stains, the laundry. Just jumped right in and reached for the baby wipes.
Fast forward 18 months and my not-yet-ex has a massive blow out whilst on a weekend away with their best friend. They take tons of drugs, max out their credit cards, lose all their possessions, have unprotected sex with each other, and then comes home with hepatitis.
I walked out about three minutes after all of this was revealed but the truth is,I was relieved they did something so unforgivable because I didn't have to talk to them again. I hated being a parent and my grief at losing such a significant relationship in such a surprise way was completely overwhelmed at my relief of not having to be a step parent anymore. As soon as I got back to my place I felt the weight lift off my shoulders and I admitted to myself that I do not like children.
My spouse really loves kids but I've made it abundantly clear that we won't be having any.
I did feel a bit guilty about not seeing the kid again but he was just over four when I left so I hope I'll just be a vague memory to him. I'm grateful to the little guy too, taught me a valuable lesson about myself. | Does your current spouse want kids or is he just fond of them? I can't see the relationship lasting if it's the former. |
I hate this place, I know management hates me but I took the job...money is money and it was walking distance from my home. It is a Mcdonald's location in NY and I would never--never, NEVER-- do custom orders; such as: no pickles, extra this or that, etc. I gave you what we had on the menu so that I didn't have to do extra work. I take extra long breaks, I leave early on Fridays, I sometimes go to a local Gym my work just to get in some more PT...and NEVER--NEVER do I Work on weekends when I was told to do so. **Crazy shit**: I still work here after 5 years....IDK how or why my ass never got fired... but I got to admit, I am now grateful for this job, too. Shit....that's my confession. | Sounds like they beat you at your own game and they played the long game and won! |
I used a thesaurus on every word. and outside of direct quotations from sources, it was 0% copied.
I always wondered how much they paid for that bullshit anti plagiarism software.
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BTW i got a 94 on the paper. | I once plagiarized myself after suspecting my professor didn't read our papers. I didn't even change the date so I had plausible deniability of "accidentally printing the wrong file." I received an A 2 weeks in a row on the same paper. |
I just feel like if you can’t act like a decent person you don’t deserve nice things. Call me an idiot for asking you to repeat yourself? Sorry, we’re out of blueberries. Yell at me for not having a certain flavor ice cream that your granddaughter likes? Only one scoop of nuts instead of two. Sorry, but it doesn’t take much effort to at least be polite. | That's honestly what they deserve. As long as you're not spitting in their ice cream or something like that |
Ok so I was taking Year 12 Multi-Science, which was basically the deadshit version of the real science classes available at my school (Biology, Chemistry and Physics). It wasn’t too bad, it just wasn’t as practicable as the other science classes.
So 8 weeks out from the end of the term (meaning end of class, start of holidays), we got this assignment. I honestly don’t know what it was about, because I didn’t do it, but it was this stack of pages that we needed to fill out.
Long story short, I didn’t do any of it. Not a word.
The day finally came when we had to hand the assignment back in. It was a normal lesson, but at the end of the lesson the teacher said “ok assignments are due today, everyone hand them up” and everyone shuffled up to the front of the room and put their assignments on his desk in a pile. I didn’t get up and he didn’t notice.
The next day the teacher came up to me and at morning tea:
Teacher: Mattio, your assignment wasn’t in the pile with the others, where is it?
Me: What, no, I handed it up yesterday?? I specifically remember it because (student) handed his up before mine.
Teacher: Yeah..ok. I’ll have another look.
I ended up getting a B+ on that assignment. At the time I thought I’d pulled a quick one on a stupid adult authority figure and gotten away with it, which felt really cool, but I learned a couple of years later that I was on suicide watch at the time, so that probably had something to do with the leniency. | Man, you are lucky! I handed a major assignment in, but the teacher made me re-do it because she had lost it lol. Now, I take pictures of everything to keep as evidence. |
When i was 9 or 10, me and my best friend managed to sneak into an old military base that is in our city. At that time, we thought it is not actively used, given the state of decay of some of the buildings and most importantly, the wall surrounding the base. That's actually how we got in. The wall was almost destroyed at one place and was missing the barbed wires, so we just climbed over. We snuck to the closest building where we found crates with all sorts of military stuff, some old military cars and other random stuff caked in dust.
Now the best part. The crates weren't locked or anything so we randomly went around and opened bunch of them and naturally took few things with us. Among those things were steel helmets, gun holsters, pistols and a damn grenade. Yeah, actual guns and a real grenade. Luckily, we knew not to pull out the pin to set off the grenade so we didn't do anything stupid with it and the guns were without magazines.
When i look back at this, i can't imagine how stupid and also lucky we were. Later we found out, that the base wasn't abandoned at all, and there were active patrols. We were also lucky that we didn't manage to blow our asses up with that stupid granade. Still getting chills to this day when thinking about that. | This is 100% Eastern Europe. |
I am a compulsive liar. I never lie about big things but always the little things. Like what I ate for breakfast or what I did that day or I’ll add extra details to a story to make them sound better.
I don’t know why I do this and I have tried to stop but I can’t. I’m now 22 and I have been doing this for as long as I can remember. Even when I am called out for my lies I will double down and lie some more. Lots of people think I am a bad liar because I am a bad liar when it comes to bigger stuff and I feel too bad lying to people but I lie to people all the time, and they have no idea, and I’m actually really good at the little lies.
Edit: I just want to add a lot of yall seem to think that I am not aware that it is wrong and like I want to be this way. I am aware and I am trying to get better which is a part of the reason I made this post to start by admitting I have a problem and going from there. Also everyone saying get therapy. I ain’t got no Therapy money so unless you want to pay for my sessions, give me better advice. | How do we know this post isn’t a lie? |
So I was driving my parents pick up truck and was parking and mis judged the distance and hit the exact same model of pickup truck. Fortunately it was the same vehicle and the (metal) bumpers were exactly the same height so no part of the car other than the bumper got damaged.
I looked around, pulled out my tools and using mostly the hammer straightened and tapped back out his bumper till you couldn’t tell. Then I shined it down with some turtle wax and it was good as new.
I still parked right beside them. They came and left before me without incident.
When I got home I did the same to mine and repaired it before the parental units got home.
Never really told anyone until today 👀😆 | That's actually really impressive tf |
I work at McDonalds, a fitting job for a broke college student. Sometimes when someone orders nuggets I add a few extra nuggets. I also upgrade drink size (you ordered a small? Here's a large cup) and fry size as well. I do this when I am certain my manager is not looking.
Edit: I live in Canada where we only have dollar drink days in the summer. Otherwise you have to pay extra depending on the size of the drink | Pro tip: Keep track of as much as you can and waste what you think should be recorded!
Most crew will hold off during busy hours and waste things later as to not waste time, get into the "habit" of doing this and just waste what you might give away. For example, for upgrading fries, maybe waste a medium or a large fry, say there were some that werent good anymore. Waste a few drink cups, they fell on the floor.
What they catch onto is things not being recorded, so if its accounted for in waste, not an issue! Unless this is too much of a hassle like if the managers keep waste sheets. We post ours for crew. |
I stole a $10 bill from the girl sitting next to me in like 5th grade. I seen her put it in her desk and I plotted on stealing it that very moment. It was picture day so I was sure that’s what it was for but I didn’t care at the time. I told myself I would do it when she goes to the bathroom but she never did. So I did it when she was in the middle of a conversation with her friend sitting on the other side of her desk. I was scared as hell but I eventually reached my hand in there and it felt like forever but I got it and I instantly felt rich. When we came back from lunch I walked into her crying and her friends consoling her. 14 years later and I see her on FB and it’s all I can think about. Sometimes I think about confessing to her but Idk how I would do it. | Im sure she's still pretty pissed off about it... I'd definitely use caution about fessing up... |
I don’t even care that this was immature and petty of me.
I can’t stress how awfully I was treated in this job, and how the entire team joined in on it. I was the only woman on the team so it could’ve been that but I don’t want to play the gender card. You’re probably thinking it’s not one-sided but it was. I was never rude to these guys. I'm not too fond of confrontation so I used to be a doormat. I was afraid to rock the boat, so I just accepted how I was treated because I needed a job desperately at the time.
One evening I decided it was the last straw. I went home for the night and never went back. I got various calls from them all on WhatsApp asking why I hadn’t shown up and I ignored it. Like I said I can’t handle conflict very well so I couldn’t face talking on the phone to them because I was already very upset from the evening before.
A week after I quit my job I realised I was still logged into my manager’s account and he hadn’t changed the password. This account was basically the restaurant’s entire database. It had information for menus, staff, ordering, stock etc. I decided to change the email to a fake one I’d made, and then I changed everyone’s password so they couldn’t access it.
I don’t know what happened after that. Nobody ever contacted me. I don’t know whether I was the suspect or not. I don’t go to that part of town anymore. | I did something like this many years ago. I worked IT for a small local business and the owner who used to be my friend was cool but when his business partner came along, it changed everything. They both were assholes to me. I was 1-man show and when I got a better job, I told the owner that I am resigning. His response: "oh good, it was getting hard to keep paying you."
No one had my knowledge there and I had remote access to the on-prem server. I deleted all AD accounts and changed the server password and rebooted. This was all done after business hours of course. I knew he would not report me because he ran a debt collection agency and he was stealing A LOT of money from clients to pay for his stripper whores. The business partner did call me but I told him to fuck off. Felt so good. |
Few years ago, I was a manager / tech for an arcade that used a card-based points system for games.
The job was pretty ideal I thought - I liked fixing stuff, but I hated customers. BOY, DID I HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH INTERACTION WITH CUSTOMERS I WAS IN FOR.
By nature of the job, I ended up being the easiest manager to find as I was always on the floor fixing something and thus I dealt with probably 90% of the customer complaints.
It got old quick. Having to stop what I was doing, cleaning up my area so that I could walk away and assist a customer and then go back to what I was doing made completing anything longer then it should.
With a new plan in my mind, I started every morning loading up a bunch of cards with free points - As I was a manager, I was allowed to comp - More on this later.
THE PLAN FUCKING WORKED GREAT - Customer complaining about the arcade game not giving them 5 tickets - you know what, here's a card with a shit ton of points on it, I'll take a look at that machine when I'm done. I'd give out probably $500+ a week in video game comps.
The kicker here is that other managers knew what I was doing but couldn't explain it. They would run a report that lists comps and I would always be at zero. You see, the Point of Sales system would track comps - however, they were too dumb to notice the replacement card option which were not technically comps.
The shit ton of free candy I ate was a nice perk too. | I hate people. Its one thing to complain but people are such dicks while doing it. If I have to complain about something I still try yo be courteous to the person Im asking. Some people need to be wacked with a bat. |
I'm a 33 y/o psychologist and hypnotherapist who has helped countless adults with depression and children as well. One child, let's call him Jack, 6 years old, would call me Hopey (my name is Hope. Ironic, isn't it?) and suffered from crippling PTSD after witnessing his father getting murdered.
We spent 4 months in therapy and I was certain we were making progress, but he suddenly relapsed to his old, super quiet, stress ridden, mentally crippled self. His mother lashed out at me calling me a line of names and profanities, saying that they wasted money and time, and is now taking him to see someone else.
I have since offered them a 50% refund, which she declined. I asked to know about the boy, which was also rudely declined. This is keeping me up at nights and I needed to vent. Thank you for reading, kind stranger. | Is the mother in therapy as well? If she is not seeking counselling odds are that she is sabotaging him without even realizing it. |
This was many years ago (10+) when I just first started college. Buddy and I were going to Cabela's looking at archery gear and lo and behold the large parking lot that Cabela's had was converted into a Ford demo ride/test drive event. They had a dirt course setup for pick up trucks and a very small coned road course setup for cars and they had the Mustang.
I drove a truck on the off-road course and then hopped into the Mustang. Before getting in I asked one of the workers, anything I should know? He literally said: just don't crash. We both had a light chuckle. A few minutes later I entered a corner way too hot, brakes locked up and I went right over the curb onto the grass, and I could hear the large round of applause from a nearby hotel that had balconies over looking this area. Thankfully no injuries but the car was pretty screwed up, wheels bent, body work mangled, and fluids leaking from underneath.
Thankfully they had insurance for that kind of thing and I wasn't served with any lawsuit as I had feared.
I wonder if I'm blacklisted by Ford. And since then I've never seen another Ford test drive event at that location anymore...
edit: I cross posted to r/tifu, was removed because it violated a rule there that apparently said the TIFU has to have some kind of negative consequences for myself MORE than just embarrassed/ego-damaged. So here it is for your enjoyment! | Don't feel too bad, OP. A writer for Jalopnik got kicked out by GM brass after accidentally crashing a new Camaro at an event they were hosting.
Also- at a Chevrolet dealership I used to be a mechanic at, the kid they hired to be the used car tech smashed a pristine, low-mileage Corvette Z06 that was a former factory demonstrator and GM executive staff car before we got it.
It was a sad sight. Hood and fenders crunched, aluminum engine cradle bent back into the front of the engine, front suspension completely destroyed. The left front shock was bent back into an L-shape, while the left front wheel hung limply from the lower ball joint- the only thing left holding the wheel to the car.
That was the last straw- he was fired the next day. We had problems with this kid before. The only reasons he lasted as long as he did was because his family was friends with the service manager's family, and the new general manager was clueless about his prior track record. |
Me 17m at that time had a roommate 18m from Germany, he really loved his country and I spent an amazing year with him at our boarding school.
He graduated a year before me and passed down his German flag to me and told me that I’m an honorary german, I felt so proud and really appreciated what he did for me.
However, three months ago, I was jerking off and ran out of tissues, and guess what, that german flag was the closest thing to a tissue around me, idk I was too lazy to get of my bed and find something else so I grabbed it.
I feel so horrible and guilty like every time I look at that flag I just get ashamed.
| This is the kind of shit that makes Germany start another worldwar. |
When my boss decides that he wants to fund or buy out a project, my job is essentially to throw the clients off their game so that when it comes to negotiating a deal, my boss will have the upper hand. Most of the guys that come in to pitch their ideas are tech guys and are really nerdy so they're fairly easy to manipulate. The girl that I'm replacing has been training me for two weeks now. This week is my first week going solo. I think that a lot of companies do this but I still feel kind of guilty about it - like I'm taking advantage of them or something. [Conflicted] | This is extremely common in software sales for large systems. Works well, too. Only problem: it's not really a long term career choice... |
Back, many moons ago I was a a college party with a few of my mates. Few drinks in, the house owner asks us if we want to smoke. Me being new to the scene I thought he was talking about cigarette or cigar. We get up to his room and he pulled out a bong and we all started smoking.
So we finish a few rotations of the bong and I decided this would be a good time to buy some weed for the first time. I smoked a little bit of what I bought and about 30 minutes later I hear a loud bang coming from downstairs.
Apparently cops raided the house because you know, college party, small town, people get fairly annoyed when you have a loud music booming at 4 a.m. in the morning. So I panicked because I've never been this high in my entire life(im new to spicy cabbage ok can't blame me) and here I am with a half ounce of weed on me. I don't want to throw the weed away because I paid a decent amount of money for it so I did what any logical human being would do I spread my butt cheeks in a room of about 15 people and stuffed it between my butt cheeks.
I make my way past the cops as they are escorting us all outside and out the door. Then we get to the porch area and somebody says they're going to start chasing us like he's Whispering it to me and I'm high and drunk all at the same time and I have this guy behind me aggressively whispering "run. they gone chase us....." Thinking back to it now he was probably trying to get me to run so the copa would chase me instead of him. Maybe he had something worse on him than I did.
I wait till I get about like a half a block away from the house and I just take off running.. The entire time I got my butt cheeks clinched hoping I don't drop his half ounce of weed out my crack. At some point I heard a dog barking and thought it was a police dog. I did the one thing you never so in scary movies.. looked back. I tripped, fell, rolled and popped up to kept running only to realize it was a neighbors dog. I make it about two miles or so to my friend's house. Did a reach around only to realize somewhere between the party house and my friend's place the weed fell out.
So now drunk, high and somewhat bloody me thinks, hey this is the perfect time to go back in the middle of the night with a flashlight looking for the weed I dropped that smells like ass crack and party juices.
I never found that weed :-(.
tldr: bought weed for the fist time at a college party that got busted by the cops. Stuffed the sack of weed between my butt cheeks to conceal it as we're being escorted out. Ran from cops thinking they were going to chase me only to lose my weed from my butt cheeks.
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Holy schnikes! my first gold courtesy of /u/BerryBBenson09 and its on a story about me packing my crack with nugs.
**Edit1**: I also have another confession. I posted this to r/tifu this morning and made an edit becasue someone said the story was unfinished. It wasn't very eventful after that but here is what happened.
I ended my night going back to my friends house after failing to find my weed and passing out on his livingroom floor.
Prior to passing out, I vaguely recall playing his flute for a girl that was at the party who also ended up at his house. I was trying to marinade(yes marinade so don't bone apple teeth me) her but failed horribly. I don't know how to play the flute. Never have a day in my life before then.
I also don't remember much more than that about the night. Just that my friends gf had a cute Yorkie(?) that I was obsessed with all night.
Edit2: I feel like when I was running I looked like Thad when he did the [oreo race](https://youtu.be/aXd5cIhfFMg) in Blue Mountain State | lmaooo “spicy cabbage” |
I was 18 and really tired of being a virgin, i was super super embarrassed. I didn't really have any close guy friends and had no idea how to flirt or even communicate with a guy, i was in a really depressive state. I felt like I missed out on the fundamentals of highschool love, especially since I'd been looking forward to it.
I also however needed some money for school, and really was just craving any sense of excitement in my life. I went to this random as website that's similar to Craigslist and made a post about my virginity with pictures , and instructions on how my fantasy went. And then set the bids at 1,500 and the bids reached 10,200, it was so weird the amount of guys who just have money like that.
Anyways the guy who had the highest bid was 50 and owned some sort of business Im the trades not sure what. He wasn't ugly, he was actually decently attractive but then again I was into older guys so I'm biased. We set up a date and he took me to a nice hotel, bought me a dress, we went to dinner, and when we came back there was flowers, chocolates, and a present for me in the room. And rose petals on the bed and candles lit, all like I imagined since the 8th grade.
We had sex it was okay I mean I had nothing to compare it too at the time it felt amazing. but the best part was after since he made me feel comfortable, and we just talked all night and cuddled and made out.i left the next morning and that was that. I finally could move on,with my life and not focus on my virginity. 4 years later and Im actually a sex addict so it's weird how I was such a late bloomer, yet so into sex. | So virginity at 18 is a late bloomer...the more you know |
This happened about 9-10 years ago. Our family would go to our friends house every Thursday for bible study and the parents would be in the living room for a few hours and all the adults had a kid or two. There was about 15 kids at this house every time. There was one bastard that was so crazy and destructive and he never changed. He would just break random shit and do reckless kid stuff I think he was about 4-5 years younger than me. One day I was playing xbox 360 and for some reason you got in front of me and slapped me hard as fuck. This was the first time I’d ever experience anger. I been wanting to hit this kid for the longest and this was the only justifiable time to do so I took advantage of it. I got up and took the sharp end of the xbox 360 controller and Whacked him on the top of his head. He fell crying like a little bitch and surprisingly none of the parents got mad at me and let it be. Me and my brothers still laugh about that die and I still don’t feel bad. | Unfortunately it's the kid's parents you should have hit hard as fuck. But hey... Life lesson about actions and consequences I suppose. |
Title says it all really, and I'm not proud of my actions as they could have had dire consequences on me as I got older.
I was 14/15 and had a fetish for LEGO, coming from not a poor family but one I understood didnt have enough money to just buy me the toys that my friends had and I felt jealous and the theft felt justified. It started small with pokemon cards and eventually I had enough confidence to steal boxes of lego. Sometimes I'd empty a box in my bag, other times if the box fit I'd slide it right in my bag. Always cautious of cameras and finding blind spots, there was once that I got caught (almost).
The manager came round the corner and asked me to take whatever I put in my bag out. So I did, unzipped the rucksack and took out (from the top) a small £15 lego set. He took it from me and told me to leave (not barred from the shop).The manager was unaware that I had set 75058, in loose bags, still inside my bag. That was a £90 set back in the day. I couldn't believe I got caught and it definitely scared me, but I wasnt deterred.
Over the next few months after that I would enter the shop with a friend or 2 and we would all bring our bags for more space. More bag space = more profit.
The stealing eventually died down but I had stolen at least a grand and a half, way more lego than necessary. I became greedy.
A few years later when I got bored with lego I sold them all and made a hefty amount of money. I don't stand by my actions made as a teenager but at the time I was receiving both lego and adrenaline.
TL;DR I stole a lot of lego from toys'r'us and managed to get away with it. Posting here is me trying to clear my conscience, especially with Toys'R'us going bust. | How did your parents not notice? That’s a lot of Lego. |
When I was 18 I was at this party and this guy kept hitting on me and he was getting kind of handsy. At one point I was looking through my bag and he heard my pills. He had been glued to me all night and I was too nice to tell him to fuck off. He asked, “ what kind of pills you got.” And I kind of hesitated because I knew what had to be done but didn’t know if I had the heart to do it. “Do you want one?” I asked. He kind of smiled in like this way that said he was intrigued. “Do they get you high?” I told him they did. He took 1 and passed out in the driveway 30 minutes later. He was ok though, not that I care.
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In all seriousness, I of course know now that this had the potential to be much worse. I suffer from cptsd, and I think in that moment I kind of panicked and made what I thought was the best decision given the circumstances and didn’t consider that the pill could actually harm him because his brain chemistry is different then mine and I’d been on it for years drinking or not. I definitely don’t condone sharing prescriptions under false pretenses with anyone. I do think it’s just kind of a funny story about a situation that could have gone very differently and I’m not going to condemn myself for making a rash decision when I was potentially in danger. I was 18 I’m 28 now and I learned how to say no and avoid dangerous situations. I just had to learn the hard way unfortunately. | So you roofied a guy before he roofied you. 🫣 |
Yeah that’s about all of it. I’ve always been a great, careful, confident, defensive driver, drove extremely carefully especially when they belong to other people. Even if it was busy, I wouldn’t rush. That wasn’t it. I forgot which model this car was but it was some kind of Alfa Romeo (I believe) with a very long bumper pointing forward, very sharp.
Well when I went to park, I pulled forward just barely too much, to where that pointy bumper smacked into the concrete wall. Very little damage, it got a little scrunched up and stripped the paint from that sharp point. Made a fucking loud bang though. Very embarrassing. I was 18, and wasn’t told about any insurance from the valet company, I didn’t know shit. I thought I would just be indebted to this guy. And he was so nice and cool, all smiles. Tipped me $20, and went on his way.
I’m so sorry guy. I still feel guilty years later and will never brush something like that under the rug again.
Edit: found it online, it was a Maserati GranTurismo, they apparently started at $135k oof | I’ve done the same. Was about a decade ago now. Working overnight. Had to bring this ridiculously oversized truck out of a garage with 2cubic feet pillars that were about 8ft high.
Long story short it was extremely hard to maneuver out of the space and through the pillars. Back side ended up scraping a bit.
When I returned, the owner wasn’t back yet. I ran in the doorman closet and grabbed some shoe polish. Splotched it on there. Told my foreman at the time.
Shit you not, 2 weeks go by and the guy calls saying he sees a scrape that looks like someone covered up with a sharpie. He told MOD that we were the best guys he’s valeted with so he was confused. MOD uses his own words against him and said “…if it was one of my guys they for sure would have told me”
Shout out to my manager that day. Sorry for the truck being little scratched tho. |
I was never a kleptomaniac, it started with my friends stealing from local shops then moved onto the bigger and more expensive stores. We’d steal snacks, food, clothes, accessories, makeup, anything you name it. We’d never got caught so that’s why we continued to progressively move to the more expensive stores, I regret it. One time we tried stealing from Apple store but there were too many workers. Now every item I have that I’ve stole reminds me of all the horrible things I did and I’m not that person anymore.
Edit: I just wanted to clarify one thing. So when I said thousands of dollars worth of products it wasn’t only me. That’s roughly how much it was but all of my friends included and we were like around 10 people | If it bugs you like that just get rid of the stolen merchandise and move on. If you've changed the behavior the guilt will fade once you aren't confronted with the evidence all around you. Anything that's reusable like bags or clothing you should donate to a shelter, turn it into a Robinhood moment, and let someone who needs it reap the benefits of your bad behavior. |
My wife and I are expecting our first baby. We had an ultrasound at 20weeks today, requested the ultrasound tech to keep the gender as a secret and give it to us in an envelope. Our plan was to know the gender on the day of gender reveal party. We got a sealed envelope, gave it to my best friend and he is supposed to bring it with him to the gender reveal party. Earlier I was going thru notes from our Doctor’s visit, Ultrasound results. We were initially told that all the reports and visit summaries have been sanitized with the gender type. It was mentioned as “gender reveal planned!” in every report except in one report where the gender was mentioned and it seems like a mandatory field to mention in the report. I now accidentally got to know the gender of our baby. I don’t blame the Ultrasound tech for writing it in the reports but she could’ve gave me a heads up to not open that one report lol.
While I’m neutral on the gender, I just can’t act normal around family and friends especially around my wife. It’s going to be very hard for me in next 10 days to keep my mouth shut and not let any spoilers out. I didn’t mention the gender here because a couple of my friends lurk in this sub. That’s the confession. No matter what, the best part is I’m going to be a dad!! And I’m already thinking about names haha.
UPDATE: We are having a boy!! I kept my mouth shut all along and everyone was able to enjoy the surprise. Thanks to all who gave their congrats and best wishes. | As a father of three, I can promise you shutting the hell up is one of the most valuable skills you can learn. There are going to be lots of things you can't or shouldn't say and if you do, the consequences can be dire, ie lost relationships. Take this opportunity to practice. The ability to keep a secret translates into being the dad your kids can come to when they need someone to talk to without fear. It's worth it.
Edit. Wow. Thanks everyone for the upvotes and awards. Never had any before. |
The past few months I’ve absolutely hated my job. I’ve asked multiple times to be moved to the back area (kitchen) but management have put everyone else in there but me. So tonight I changed my tune, and I gave almost every customer that was nice to me tonight at work free food or made their ice-cream/sundae/milkshake really freaking good, and I don’t regret it. Cameras picked up everything but I doubt they’d even watch it. I’m pretty high up there but I’m so sick of them not listening. We were understaffed as hell for a Tuesday night and I was doing four things at once but like a little manners goes a long way at Maccas. Pretty sure the most a customer walked away with was 2 six pack nuggets, 2 apple pies, 2 ten packs of bites, 2 cbd burgers, upsize on their fries and some sweet and sour sauce added onto their original order. It was the best shift I’ve had at that shit hole in a long, long time doing stuff completely against the rules. It makes me hope there’s a special place in hell reserved for abusive, asshole customers. | My boss once gave a guy extra meat in his lamb sandwich because the dude had a great beard |
When I was in second grade I tried way too hard to be cool. I’d do everything teenagers back then would do, I pretended to be an anime character, I told stupid and impossible-to-believe stories to my innocent second grade classmates and I always felt good when they believed me.
I managed to make 2 “friends” through talking about Minecraft. This was in 2011-2012, I’m currently 16. I was basically the third wheel in this friendship since I was new to the school and these two were best friends since kindergarten.
We would always trash talk our classmates behind their backs but we never said anything bad to them in their face.
Except this one guy. His name was Arian and he was always the lonely kid, being friendly to everyone and trying his hardest to make a friend. He was fat but he wasn’t obese, just a little chubby around the torso and the cheeks, but damn did Arian’s qualities make me and my friends feel way more superior than we should’ve. We started to mess around with him during recess, and by mess around I don’t mean the good type of messing around, I mean the harassing type.
We always tried to find him during recess when we had nothing to do. Once we found him we would follow him (as I said he was a lonely kid and would walk around school alone) and talk bad about him just loud enough so that he could hear us. I specifically remember one of my friends saying “yeah you’re never going to make a friend, nobody likes you, fucking fat idiot”. I saw him sit down on a rock (our school had a big backyard and there were big rocks in one of the corners that we could sit on) and just looked down. I felt so fucking bad, he was just sitting there with the biggest fucking frown I’ve ever seen in my life. I think he was on the verge of crying.
I told my friends that that was enough and that we should leave him alone, because I just couldn’t handle seeing him sitting down like that, feeling like we just destroyed his social life.
I don’t really remember much after that day, it’s been around 8-9 years since we did that to him. But I remember when we started third grade, we were all separated and I was sad that I didn’t get put with my friends. On around the third week of school our principal came in with Arian and notified us that he’s going to be in my class now. I don’t really know why, I think he was already in my class from the beginning but he just came to school really late and being a third grader, the principal probably wanted to show him where his class was so he wouldn’t get lost.
Right when I saw him, I remembered the moment where he sat on their rock and I just crumbled inside. I still felt so bad about what I did to him. Once our teacher finished explaining the class and we had to do an activity or something he stood up and came to me and said hi. I immediately said that I’m sorry, but nothing else. He said he forgives me but I just don’t forgive myself with that trash, half-asses apology.
2 or 3 weeks later my mom told me we were going to go back to our old country, and so I left. No notice, no goodbye to my classmates, no goodbye to my friends, nothing.
If you’re reading this, Arian, I’m so fucking sorry for saying all that mean shit to you. My second grade brain and ego got the better of me and I just wanted to fit in. Seems like I tried to fit in in the wrong group. I hope the other two started to treat you better after I left. | Being in the fat kids spot, the “I have no friends and people are still picking at me” spot, I can’t help but feel angry towards you. But also forgiving. You see your wrongdoing. You see how you’ve fucked up. And that hurts you just as bad as you hurt that kid. Just know that the rest of life is like this. When you hurt someone you will eventually and inevitably feel this hurt. It sounds like you grew from the experience. God knows he did. I hope you keep growing. I know you will.
Ps. Don’t beat yourself up over this. We all do stupid things we regret. The point (which I’m sure you’ve figured out) is that kindness spreads itself like wildfire, where ill intent just sets fire to yourself. Cheers mate, you learned something worthwhile. |
So I was in high school working at a miniature golf course. On this particular day I was working the water ballon station. This was a water balloon duel type thing. The kids stood facing each other with the pull back elastic water ballon launchers. My job was filling balloons and loading the slingshots. So this girl, probably 8 or 9, comes up. She had bright red frizzy hair, freckles, thick glasses, braces, buck teeth, the whole nine yards. My canine teeth are slightly pointier than the average person, which she noticed and said ‘you have vampire teeth.’ So i shot back with ‘you have rabbit teeth.’ She looked like I punched her in the stomach. She stared at me for a second, dropper her balloon, and ran away with tears in her eyes. At least that’s my memory of it. I think about it more than you’d think a person would think about a childhood event. I wonder if she thought about it after that. If it affected her confidence or self image. If she ever stood looking at herself in the mirror and thought ‘oh my god, that guy was right.’ Or maybe she never thought about it again. I don’t know. It bothers me 23 years later. Young girl, if you are reading this, I was immature and an asshole and I am really sorry for what I said and any negative feelings it caused. | When I was about 8, I remember this one girl that everyone picked on (and I had contributed a few times). We were in line at lunch and she was ahead of me. It was my birthday that day.
She looked at me with a big friendly smile and said “hey! It’s your birthday! Go ahead of me!”
I felt like the biggest piece of shit ever. Hell, right now as I type this, a 24 year old man, I’m tearing up.
Anyways, OP, I feel like I relate to this a little. I often find myself crying about things like that. Wishing I knew if she was ok now. Hoping that she’s confident and living a better life than she was at the time. |
I didnt have insurance
Edit. That was 5 years ago | You scammed the biggest, most successful scammers in recorded human history. Good on you. |
When I was 10 years of age, I vandalised my school bathroom with red felt-tip. When my year was questioned in assembly, I got really nervous and at the end of assembly, I told teacher that it was another student; who got suspended for a week or two. I felt bad then and I still do now, even though it was in the past. | Jordan? |
Shit man, I thought I'd only use this account once but here I am again lol. Today is my 25th birthday and I live alone in Texas. The rest of my family is in California and only my brother and sister wished me a happy birthday. I had to call my mom and dad for them to tell me but it's not because they're shitty parents but because my cousin died in a car accident so they spend a lot of time with my aunt and uncle so it probably slipped their mind.
For the past 3 years I haven't gotten a present or a cake (not that I really care) for various reasons. 3 years ago I was in rehab in Mexico heating clean from opiates and meth. 2 years ago I relapsed and went back to Mexico to enter myself into rehab again. Last year I was working and again lived alone. This year is the same except I got fired and am currently looking for work.
So today I open Google assist and say 'It's my birthday" and Google proceeds to sing my Happy Birthday. I got goosebumps and started crying, I just didn't expect it. I never really cared for my birthday but when I heard that something clicked and I broke down crying and I don't know why. I know I'm depressed and have been for awhile but this hit me hard for some reason.
Sorry to ramble but I just had to get this off my chest. Btw I've been clean from opiates and meth 2 years and counting. R.I.P cousin, I love you<3
Edit: THANK YOU REDDIT!! You've made my birthday so much more wholesome and memorable!! Internet is an awesome place but reddit is the best!!
If any of you want to do me a small favor then I would really love for y'all to take pictures of your neighborhood, parks, buildings, etc. I love admiring everyday lives of other places, architecture, parks, etc. Especially places outside of the United States.
Edit 2: THANK YOU u/TalleyZorah for buying me this mouth- watering pie!! I get to have cake(pie) this year thanks to you!!! You're amazing and God bless!!
http://imgur.com/yjPpoCm
Edit 3: Here's the note I got from my rehab center the 2nd time I left for those wondering at my rehabilitation. Sorry it's in Spanish
http://imgur.com/tTmwyvk | Dead serious, pm me and I'll give you my number and sing Happy Birthday To You. |
... my sister bought and almost never wears. Didn’t admit anything. Tomorrow I’m going to dig in the dumpster hoping to find them... wish me luck!!!
UPDATE: no luck, the dumpster and the trash were there but our stuff was under so much other stuff that I gave up. I’ll just buy new ones... RIP my finances lol | Don't worry my grandpa threw away a 45k lamp and didn't know. Till this day we still laugh about it |
I thought I won the lottery when I moved into a new house a friend had recently bought. She bought the house for the sole purpose of renting it out and I decided to rent the top floor making it my own little studio with a big roof terrace, the bottom floor had their own outside area. The way it was explained to me the roof terrace was part of my studio. The house used to be a hostel and was sold with everything still in it, and it was quite a mess. I got a few friends over for the weekend to clean everything up, buy a few new things like outside furniture, and make it look pretty. It was hard work but afterwards it looked amazing, especially the roof terrace which I turned into my own slice of meditation/lounge heaven.
After about a month my friend decided she was going to move out of her own house (to rent it out and make more money) and move in with us, but there was no room available so I wondered what her plan was. Turns out she wants to take part of the roof terrace and turn it into her room. So I argued it was part of what I rented, turns out she meant I could use it while she allowed it but it wasn't part of my rental. Of course we argued, but when it got to the point of fighting and losing a friend and a house I decided to budge and adjust the roof terrace to fit her room. To her credit she only took 60 sq feet but it was a sign of things to come.
Long story short she was cheap, was slow with fixing things around the house, always sought the cheapest solutions that would break again quickly, would put a timer on the hot boiler so there would often be no warm water for showers, would constantly complain about leaving lights on etc etc. But what finally pushed my buttons to my confessional was when she took my motor oil, a full gallon, and put it in her car. When I came home and saw it missing she first denied until she couldn't deny no longer, she then admitted but refused to pay for the replacement. We had a huge fight and I told her I'm going to look for a new house. In the weeks following I disabled the washing machine, the oven, the fridge, the locks, and her car. She had to fix all of them costing her way more than just replacing my oil. She never suspected it was me for some reason, and I left 3 weeks later never to speak to her again. I never told anyone cause it makes me look petty and vindictive, but I'm not sorry at all, maybe even a little bit proud that I stood up for myself. | I'm impressed you had friends that came and helped you clean up a whole house and organize things. My friends would never do that. They may help me move a package or a couch, but never clean a whole house |
I worked at this stadium for a couple years. I’m always dreaming and scheming, and I came up with a plot and I’ll explain in full detail
Usually all hawkers stand in line to get their beer coolers topped up when empty. They give you your beer, you give them the money from the last run you made (which was $275) and you would rinse and repeat.
I would drop my beer tray off at the refill table saying I have to take a wizz, never questioned, and would leave to the restroom without paying. By the time I would get back, my beer tray would be full, and I would just grab them and go
Being 23 at that time it was amazing money, with most nights me stealing 2 cases of beer to sell, $550, plus the $1-200 in tips I would normally get. Wasn’t easy work tho, the stairs were narrow and tall, and you can’t see them with a hawker cooler in front of you, many nights selling 6+ trays, then grabbing frozen cold beers in the winter to give to your customers, without gloves cuz good luck handling money with gloves on
I ended up getting fired for drinking a beer and watching the game after our shift was done, which ended 3/4 thru the game.
EDIT: this is my first post ever on Reddit, thanks for all the upvotes and the award!! | Eh, i'd rather the $11 spent on a bud light go to a broke 23 year old than a multi-billionaire team owner. |
I live in a basement of someone's house cause they're family owns apartments and so this guy made his basement into a nice studio loft. My landlord is same age and gender as me (late 20's male). I like to use porn to masturbate but there is something about hearing/seeing people have sex in real life that really gets me off. My landlords girlfriend is a definite moaner and I've always loved women who moan during sex. I realized I could hear them if I didn't make any noise and I thought it was pretty hot; it would get me in the mood and I would use porn to finish myself off.
Anyways, to why I made this post. I discovered that the closer I was to the vents, the better I could hear them. I have a vent in the closet that is the biggest one down here, maybe it's the main outflow for when the heater/AC goes on? Whatever, point is, I can stand on a stool and put by ear up to the vent (it's about 7ish ft high) and listen to every moan, breath, and ball slap that goes on and I think it's so fucking hot. My landlord and his girlfriend are pretty attractive people it's not like I have to pretend they are someone else while listening either.
I feel like a trained dog because whenever I think I hear a moan, I rush over to the closet, get on the stool, dick-in-hand and put my ear up to the vent, hoping to get some audio porn. Half the time it's a false alarm, but when it isn't, it's so hot and I proceed to have a great orgasm.
So another lesser confession would be that one time I heard what sounded like moans and so habit kicked in. Stand on stool, dick out, ear to vent, proceed to masturbate. Half-way through I realize it's the girlfriend crying and making moaning sounds, not sex-moaning sounds. I almost shot my load off to a woman crying by herself at midnight. Fuck that was weird. Fuck I'm a weirdo for even getting half-way there. | Sometimes you just gotta vent |
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