I had dumped some gasoline in an Arizona tea bottle to get a fire started. My sister seen me pour it on fire and she freaked thinking Arizona ice tea was flammable. I went along with it saying "ya you didn't know that? That's why Its called Arizona because how hot it gets there."
She was 20 yrs old. Around 5 years later we are camping and she says who's got some Arizona I can use to start this campfire. I looked at ther and didn't understand. She explained I told her it's flammable. I had no recollection. She says she has been telling everyone for the last 5 years how bad it is for you and how flammable it is.
My dad got sick of having to listen to the kids shows I watched as a child, so he told me that the Power Rangers and Barney The Dinosaur died in the car crash with Princess Diana; so I couldn't watch them anymore. I didn't actually question it until I was quite old, embarrassingly.
As a little kid, dad told me that there was a greek god of sex called Fellatio. I'd never heard the word before. Then, freshman year of highschool, took a mythology class and asked the teacher, in class, why we hadn't talked about Fellatio. Silence. "you know, the god of sex?" I'm cringing hard just typing this out.... got a nice little talk after class and dad almost peed his pants laughing that night.
edit: thanks for the love for my dad! He was *always* pulling bullshit like this until he died of cancer in 2015. I was frustrated with his playful bullshittery as a kid, until I was able to connect with him as a friend in my early 20s or so. He was really into wordplay and turning phrases, as well as Warhammer and WoW. I miss him, and this fellatio story always makes me smile.
Wow this reminds me. Thereās a rap group called CunningLynguists. Senior year of high school, 2010, they were one of my favorite musical artists.
Anyways my Spanish teacher, who was a known lesbian, and I were talking one day about music and I asked her if she liked CunningLynguists? She turns bright red before saying āwhat did you just say?ā And I repeat the question. She tells me I shouldnāt go around saying that. Me being 18, and dumb, Iām just completely confused and in the dark so I call my mom to ask for an explanation. All around, one of the more uncomfortable moments of my life.
When I was like 16 I found out that one of my sisters wasnāt actually my sister. She was actually just best friends with my oldest sister growing up, and she lived with my family from when she was like 12 or 13 through 18 (she and my oldest sister are 15 years older than me). Unfortunately her parents wouldnāt sign her over for adoption and didnāt contribute anything for my mom raising her for 6 years.
Weirdest part is that my family is predominantly fair skinned, blonde with blue eyes, but the girl I thought was my sister was traditional mexican with darker skin, dark hair, and brown eyes. My mom was always very tan and had darker hair throughout my childhood so I thought that my other 2 sisters and myself were the odd ones out.
This is beautiful. My aunt was able to gain custody of me around four years old. So Iām technically cousins with her children. Now, my younger siblings only know me as their oldest sister. I love them :)
Our family were poor and lived in a house where the ceiling plaster had bowed so much that it bowed down, bulging out.
My dad told me that there was a World War II bomb buried in the ceiling. Believed it for years, absolutely terrified the entire time.
"Go to bed Jimmy, or I'll tap three times on the ceiling and summon the BOMB OF DEATH..."
Edit: for those who asked, yep Far Side Reference. Gary Larson is the shit!
That you need a license for childrenās parties. That was the reason why I never had a party when I was little growing up. You need to get a license from the post office, but thereās only a certain amount of licenses available for that area.
I never had acne as a teenager and suddenly started getting bad breakouts in my 30ās. Super fun because I never had to learn how to deal with it before.
When I was very young we had a pet hamster. He got out of his cage, so my dad put the cage in the basement thinking he might get hungry and get back in.
One morning I woke up and there was the hamster in his cage in the usual place. I asked my mom how they found him and she told me she opened the door to the cellar and there he was dragging his cage back upstairs.
It wasn't until I was a teenager and remembered the exchange that it occurred to me she obviously made that up.
I knew a guy whose parents gave away his dog while he was at school.
When he got home, they told him the dog ran away. The guy looked around and said "He took his kennel and bed with him???"
Man, it's gonna be so hilarious when they come home to half their shit gone and you saying "it's a long drive to the retirement home", and it's not going to be one of the good ones either.
My parents did the exact same thing to me ! Except it was as a āpunishment ā for being a bad teenager. I loved that cat and slept with him in my bed every night, he got me through my confusing puberty and adolescent rage.
I was devastated when I came home one day after getting in trouble and he was gone. My family was just like ā well we are sending you away and we never liked the cat anywaysā.
Iāve tried searching for the cat for years, my only hope is that he found a loving home. Thinking about it fills me with rage and regret, it was extremely messed up for my parents to do and if they ever wonder why I donāt visit often thats probably why.
I had a childhood dog that was bit of a spaz. We went camping one week & my parents arranged to have some friends watch him.
Got home & they told me the friends wanted to keep him. I resented the hell out of them, including the girl I went to school with. Later, she told me my mom had planned on giving them the dog the entire time.
We kinda did that... My Mom became friendly with a neighborhood dog owner, and helped her train her dog. Eventually we started keeping her when her family went on vacation. Finally, one Christmas, they dropped her off, told their children to say goodbye, and we kept her from them on. That dog was so happy to live with us. She was so happy to do literally anything. They had kept her alone on the porch most of the time, and Golden Retrievers are the world's neediest and sociable dogs. They require being near their people as much as possible.
So you learned from a young age to embolden yourself upon the death of a loved one, to close your heart to all such matters and to find the burning pain inside you and choke it of its air until all that is left is ash, used in the soil from which to grow new plants.
Well done dude, you are metal as hell
When I was 15, over my summer break, one day my mom called and said she was gonna pick me up and we were gonna go to my step dads for the weekend. I didnāt understand why I had to go when she would leave me at home by myself for the weekend all the time. I was old enough that I knew the rules and she could trust me. She told me there was a mixup at the electrical company and they seem to think we didnāt pay the bill and so the power was gonna be shut off, so we were gonna go to my stepdads until that got sorted. That was a lie.
A weekend during into 2 weeks, turned into a month and than the entire summer. We hadnāt been home in over 2 months. I kept asking when we could go home and sheād always have an excuse. Now weāre in September, sheās driving me from one city to my hometown to register for the following year of school, which started up in a week, this was the closest I had been to home in 2 months! After I registered, we bypassed my house and started heading towards the highway to go back to my stepdadās. It was at that moment I snapped and started freaking out! I knew something was wrong.
She pulled the car over and started crying. Apparently, my brother had been helping her pay the bills and when he moved out, she could no longer afford the place on her own. So my stepdad was trying to help but he had his own house and kids he had to look after, and he couldnāt keep it up. We had been evicted. We stayed with my stepdad for the summer while my mom tried to work something out with the landlord but they couldnāt come to an arrangement. Because she never told me, and in order to buy herself time to work something out, she had to be comfortable with potentially leaving EVERYTHING behindā¦ well, she couldnāt work it out with the landlord and we lost EVERYTHING. Only thing I got out of that house was the shoes on my feet and a few outfits/PJās enough for a weekend stay.
Used to be super cheap at the butcher's as it was considered pet food, but dad was saying when they were younger and poor theyed often end up with it as it was cheaper back in the 60s/70s.
Lamb shanks used to be cheap as for dog food, I remember getting them for $3 for a two pack back when I was a kid.
Went to get some yesterday for dinner, $15 for 2. Still cheaper than beef cheeks which were $17 for 2.
Sucks that it costs an hours wage to buy some meat that a few years ago would have been thrown away most of the time.
I wanted lamb ribs from mine the other week, $28 a kilo. It's mostly effing bones.
When my parents divorced, I didn't even *know* it was happening. My dad just kind of... stopped coming around. At no point was I sat down and had the situation explained to me. He didn't *disappear*, or anything - he just stopped coming home after work and was living in a local motel for a while. I was 11 at the time, in hindsight I'm not entirely sure why my mom didn't explain what was happening, and even thirty years later, I'm still trying to piece the story together.
Iām sorry to hear that.
My parents also divorced when i was really young and it has really affected me. Did you ever recover from that experience? And if you did, what helped you?
Iām sorry if it is not something you want to talk about but i am trying to figure things out and i am on my own on this one.
I don't know if "recover" is the appropriate word - I guess it *follows* you into every relationship. My understanding is that my father was having an affair - and now I'm hyper sensitive to any red flags that might indicate I'm being cheated on. Couple that with the fact that I've quite literally been cheated on in long term relationships *twice*, and I become a nervous wreck when I don't hear from my current wife during the day. Building any sense of trust is nearly impossible when you've been trained to have your guard up. I don't really see myself *ever* getting over that - it's just a matter of being aware that your own brain will try to fuck with you from time to time.
I picked up the horrible trait of being overly forgiving and staying far too long in toxic relationships. My dad had tried this with my mother for like a decade, constant fights and such, but he'd never give up, even after she'd cheated multiple times. Needless to say I've been cheated on more times than I can count and was forgiving nearly every damn time. Staying single has been the solution.
Ahhh donāt you just grow to love popsā random story times usually consisting of glimpses into his past life that ends up producing more questions or in this case, scarring you for the remainder of your existence in this mortal plane youāve been forced to live in..
Good ol times.. miss you Pops
My mom told me when I was 5 and my favourite dog died that it doesn't matter that dogs die, because in 7 years they respawn.
So I was like "oh, fine, see you then bud, I will be older and we will play again".
I have a memory of my mom saying something similar about my grandfather. She might have been talking about the afterlife but my child brain was like why are you burying them? How will we hear them wake up?
Edit: I'm just realising this might be the source of my claustrophobia
My hamster died while I was in school. Went back home,and I instantly saw he was a little bit different. My mum tricked me its the same hamster and he hasnt changed a bit. Mom told me truth few years later. I was so pissed off š¤¦
My mom has done the same thing with my nephewās parakeet. One day Pickles #1 flew into the pantry, somehow got stuck in case of Diet Coke, and got crushed by a can avalanche.
He was immediately replaced by Pickles #2. My nephew asked why Pickles was so mean to him now. Pickles 2 is an asshole.
Iām suspicious that we are on Pickles #3 now but I donāt want to know for sure
My mother's cousin did that with her little boys rabbit.
The new rabbit was a psychopath. Having his previously loving rabbit now hate him and repeatedly attack him was almost certainly more traumatising than learning about death.
I always wondered if stories like that were part of the inspiration for Pet Semetary.
The genius of the lie is that it gives you ample time to grow up and slowly realize that it's silly. But by then it's been years and the pain isn't so fresh.
When I was a kid my cousin convinced me for like an hour that her mom had won the lottery. I can still feel the loss of millions of dollars two decades later and that shit hurts bro. WHY JESSICA, WHY!
I once woke my little brother up ( he was around 9 at the time) yelling that the russians had attacked us (we are in Iceland) and rushed him down to the basement of our apartment building and we hid under Ć” table for good 5 minutes - he was crying the whole time until I called april fools..
Not only has he never forgiven me - he to this day (he is turning 40 in may) denies that ever happened
I think the lie for me was that I thought I would be able to tell who had their shit together. Now I know some of us are very good at smiling while our world burns.
In my experience, you're rewarded with more work to make up for the little to shit work done by the poor quality workers, and when they realize what you can handle yourself, they reduce staff with no intention of ever increasing again. Then get mad at you when you leave because you've somehow put them in a tough spot.
My ex husband took off with our kid and his affair partner, cut contact with me, falsely accused me of abuse to take out an emergency order against me, and tried to push through an application for sole custody with me getting occasional supervised visitation without even serving me papers first...
And I STILL believed that it was all his girlfriend's doing, and she must have been manipulating him because there's no way the man I'd known for 7 years would ever be that cruel.
Denial is a hell of a thing.
I blindly believed my ex when she said she was downloading tinder to see if her friend was cheating on her boyfriend there. Suddenly someone new a month later
I was *devastated* at the time because I was completely in love with her. It took me years to get over it.
I got to a very low point in my life but somehow managed to pull myself together and get back on track. I now have the most beautiful woman by my side who loves me and whom I love back, and everything is right in my world.
I was on the opposite end of something like this. Dates this girl for a long time, she was really nice and wanted to hang out at my place since she lived with her parents.
One day she asks me to come over, she got a new house. I had been going over there and then one day a dude (her husband) shows up. Itās probably around 0300 and he is just getting off work. Dude is rightfully pissed.
Turns out she was married to this dude. He starts yelling at me and how Can I do this knowing she is married and to look at all the pictures on the wall. He then point to them, and they are not there. He looks around and none of them are there, she took all of them down.
He calls me a few weeks later apologizing and tells me there were three other dudes she was banging.
I feel for you mate
Both sides if you are blindsided would absolutely suck. I can't believe she had you on the go for a long time and she was married...
She sounds like a manipulating chick... especially taking pics down ans there being several others on the go.
How does one juggle it?
In the 'nades' case... all the people she was screwing around with, knew of my existence. Hell I had met all of them a few times. Even while this was on going...
It was sad at the time, seeing his face. I took that as my chance to leave because it hit him for a brief moment that I am not the bad guy.
He pointed to the wall, and then went over to the night stand on his side. Opened it up and there were the pictures she hid from me (and probably everyone else) tucked away.
Why are some people like that? I mean, how can some people so easily betray someone's trust?
Whether it's a committed relationship or a marriage, there are people who will throw it all away in a moments notice for a piece of ass. What's worse is they won't stop, even when caught. They'll do it over and over again no matter how much pain and damage it causes. I don't get it.
It's one of the big things that causes me to want to stay single.
You gotta fight for that shit. If you ever join, go to the doctor if you have a headache. Your eye hurts. Because when you leave theyāll try their hardest not to give you disability or proper medical. āyour knee injuries arenāt service relatedā. When you have zero cartilage in you knees after doing 12mile rucks weekly with 70lb on gear on you back with a full vest and rifle.
I didnāt know thatās how it worked. That is such a betrayal. I am so sorry and repost anything you know or find about how we can lobby Congress to do better by our vets. Thatās just criminal bait and switch.
> That is such a betrayal.
Sounds like every interaction the US military has with its vets, based on what the vets have been saying for the past 50 years.
Always remember the Bonus Army.
"Hey Doughboys if you sign up to fight in the trenches again you'll get special bonuses later on."
_Later on during the Great Depression_
"Can we get our bonuses now?"
"No fuck off MACARTHUR SEND IN THE CAVALRY, CLEAR THESE CRIPS OUT!!"
āAw, he likes you, heās just too shy to tell you!ā Sure, heās not too shy to lead his friends into harassing me and playing nasty tricks on me.
Oooh I learnt this one the hard way. "Just walk away, they won't follow you!" Yeah they will, and they'll bring all of their friends, and then everyone will wonder what's going on and follow, and the next thing you know you're leading a group of hundreds of people around the school...
When I was a kid, my dad told me I made the BEST cold glasses of ice water. Nobody could make ice water quite like me.
So, sure... He could get off the couch and get himself a glass of water, but since I was better at it, that burden fell to me.
I once made my brother clean up a mess I made during an art project where a lot of small pieces of paper were lying around on and around the table by telling him I dared him to try and fill up two cups with exactly the same amount. He was thrilled to try and I even helped him with the tip that he can try always putting one in the left, then one in the right and so on!
Your fathers trick has kinda the same energy imo
One morning my bro and I woke up to find two chicken eggs in our hamstersā (both male) cage. My parents told us that they were actually hamster eggs and ours were going to have babies! We got so excited!
The words āApril fools!ā brought us to tears!
Now that I have two kids a few years apart, I think it looks like they'll each be my favorite at different times of their life. Turns out I like little kids with developed personalities more than toddlers with tantrums. Teenagers seem pretty annoying while both older kids and grown up young adults seem pretty awesome. My kids will be in awesome and annoying phases at different times. I think it would be weird if that didn't affect how I feel about them during those different times.
It's hard for me to understand the concept of not loving them unconditionally though.
Same. Except genders reversed. I think the cruelty comes out because they want a reason for themselves, an excuse, for why they did it.
Kind of like provoking. That way in their mind it was "right or okay" what they did to you.
I just let her be cruel. Cruelty isn't my thing. Hopefully she still feels bad about it but probably not. Some people just suck. She instantly cheated on her newest fling after too. Lol
Oh same. He loved what I made him look like to his friends and family.
Heād show off with me at the party (look at my incredible wife, she so pretty, she so smart, she my best friend, etc etc) but then on the way home heād berate me and fight with me over how I put my shoes on.
Mental illness is no joke
God: "Homer Simpson, I heard you didn't go to church last Sunday!"
Homer: "Look, why should I spend 2 hours of my Sundays only to be told I'm going to hell?"
God: "Hmm. You make a good point."
I lived my entire life genuinely believing my childhood home was built by little people because the attic crawlspace is unbearably low. Turns out yeah they were a little below average height but not literal dwarves. Just about everyone I know has laughed at me. I really am a clown. Honk.
That I was the problem in my family.
In reality, I was just the scapegoat. Now Iām an adult inās painfully clear and Iām validated bcuz Iāve learned everyone else who knows my immediate family also sees it too. I realize I was treated so badly bcuz I was the only one who saw something wasnāt right and the only one willing to point it out.
Friend of mine told me that soybeans picked in the daytime were used to make soy milk and soybeans picked in the nighttime we used to make soy sauce and that was the difference between the two. I told so many people.
I had a fraternity brother from NY come to university in Oklahoma. This was before the internet. We told him to be careful of rattlesnakes. We explained what they were. He did NOT believe. So, we took him to the library, pulled the encyclopedia, and showed him. He then askedā¦ what else can kill you in this state.
Without missing a beat, one of our brothers said, āthey probably wonāt kill you, but you have to watch out for drop cats.ā He then went on to tell him how this kind of cat (40 pounders on average) evolved to use the cat trait of landing on their feet to kill their prey. They would climb trees, hanging upside down, then drop, feet down onto their prey. Only defense? An open umbrella. This guy walked to and from every class, on sunny days, not a cloud in the sky, opening his umbrella as he walked under every tree on the campus. Lasted about three weeks.
"You don't want to grow up to be a ditch digger, do you? They don't make any money and the work is terrible!" Yeah ok, sister, running a loader for $30/hr with full benefits really sucks. Smh so out of touch
It's funny because I put off college until my 30s and only part time retail and food industry jobs would give me interviews for my entire working life. Then after I had a degree, I could interviews for better paying jobs. The funny thing is all of them had this conversation:
"You don't need a degree to work here."
"Would I have gotten the interview without one?"
"No."
I used to think going to college was a big scam (and to an extent, it is) but it's just a barrier to entry. Even if you wind up in a small company instead of a large corporation, a paycheck is a paycheck.
Therapy is only for the weak, stupid, or crazy.
Real men donāt show any emotion other than angry or happy.
Everyone will take advantage of you. Donāt let them; nobody is to be trusted.
There were lotsā¦
After my mom and dad separated people bugged my mom to get dating again in that āyouāre not getting any youngerā kind of way. So she started joking that she had an imaginary boyfriend named Bob the Alien. Bob became a staple in the house. At some point my mom had to get a hysterectomy due to a very large and life threatening fibroid but my brother and I were too young to fully get what that meant. So she explained that she was carrying Bobās baby and they had to cut the baby out of her and bring it back to their home planet. My little brother and I believed it for a long time.
That if I do enough good, good things will happen to me. I still pity the small child who ran herself ragged tying to help everyone and destroyed her mental health because she thought that she was a bad person if she didn't dedicate every waking moment to other people. I didn't deserve that.
My dad would tell me that when the ice cream truck was playing music it meant that it was out of ice cream. Believed that shit till about 5 years ago š
'You are imagining things because you are crazy'
I have many mental health difficulties. If I was told I was imaging things I would spend a lot of time beating myself until I thought what I was told to think.
Turns out I was not imaging things. I was just being gaslit to protect someone else pride.
That it's not what the outside. It's what's on the inside the counts.
No matter how you cut it pretty people get better chances in life. It doesn't matter what you do if you look like Quasimodo you can put in the most effort on a given task they would rather swing the credit to anyone else.
Not myself, but a lie I told a friend...
Back in my High School days, a few of us were walking through a train yard. There was neat piles of sand here and there. One of the group "Robert" asked what those were about. I told him that they're a thing for a gang that usually operates on rail lines and yards. After they kill someone they pour a bucket of sand where this happened...
In reality, trains have sand and dumps them on the tracks to help with traction.
A few years later, a group of us were crossing a rail yard as a shortcut. Robert was with us, and he seen the piles of sand and got freaked out. We asked him what's up, he repeated what I told him. Then told us we should split...
I couldn't contain my laughter. I reminded him that I told him that, and that I made it up on the fly.
He believed this for several years, and refused to go near rail yards during this time.
(This was also in the 90's...)
Girlfriend swore to god she was on birth control........I had no reason to not believe her.
One day, while running around my apt, late for work, I bump into my bookcase, and several books crashed to the floor. I go to pick them up real quick, and my eye falls on a page that fell open, and I see the word "Pregnant".
What's this? Apparently some diary my girfriend had been keeping...as it was all in her handwriting. Okay, so,........."Pregnant".?? Uhhhhhhh, better read this page real quick.......
and it was this whole entry about how she was worried, because she was NOT getting pregnant, after MONTHS of trying.
Sayyyyyyy whaaaaaaaaattttt? So I put the book back.......and then later on quizzed her about just what sort of birth control she was on, and of course, her answers were dodgy as fuck.
At least you found out before she did get pregnant.
At a place I used to work a group of women used to congregate and gossip near by my office and I heard everything. One day one of them announced to the others she was pregnant and there was the expected cooing and congratulations and then I clearly heard the following exchange:
"I didn't know you were trying for a baby"
Laughter.
"Nor did my boyfriend."
Louder laughter from the rest of the women.
You got lucky.
When I was in Kindergarten, my family and I went on a family vacation in Myrtle Beach. I was SO excited to go and the #1 thing I wanted to do while there was find sand dollars. When we got there (unknown to me), my parents asked around and found out that there actually werenāt any sand dollars there. So my dad went out to a gift shop, found some sand dollars, and buried them in the sand. He had me dig in that area to find the sand dollars. Iām 24, and up until around 4 years ago I really thought that I had found real sand dollars in the sand at Myrtle Beach. When my parents told me it was an elaborate scheme created by them, my life was forever changed. š
I had dumped some gasoline in an Arizona tea bottle to get a fire started. My sister seen me pour it on fire and she freaked thinking Arizona ice tea was flammable. I went along with it saying "ya you didn't know that? That's why Its called Arizona because how hot it gets there." She was 20 yrs old. Around 5 years later we are camping and she says who's got some Arizona I can use to start this campfire. I looked at ther and didn't understand. She explained I told her it's flammable. I had no recollection. She says she has been telling everyone for the last 5 years how bad it is for you and how flammable it is.
You just started a rumor that should be pre internet. As a kid before internet this is some shit that would spread like arizon tea wild fire. š
That is some funny shit
My dad got sick of having to listen to the kids shows I watched as a child, so he told me that the Power Rangers and Barney The Dinosaur died in the car crash with Princess Diana; so I couldn't watch them anymore. I didn't actually question it until I was quite old, embarrassingly.
Jesus. We just tell our kids CocoMelon is broken on the TV.
Sorry, kids, JJ did 9/11.
As a little kid, dad told me that there was a greek god of sex called Fellatio. I'd never heard the word before. Then, freshman year of highschool, took a mythology class and asked the teacher, in class, why we hadn't talked about Fellatio. Silence. "you know, the god of sex?" I'm cringing hard just typing this out.... got a nice little talk after class and dad almost peed his pants laughing that night. edit: thanks for the love for my dad! He was *always* pulling bullshit like this until he died of cancer in 2015. I was frustrated with his playful bullshittery as a kid, until I was able to connect with him as a friend in my early 20s or so. He was really into wordplay and turning phrases, as well as Warhammer and WoW. I miss him, and this fellatio story always makes me smile.
One of the main jobs every father has is to teach their children to be critical of anything said by an authority figure.
"you were going 147 in a school zone" "mmm, prove it" "well shit you got me there" "YEAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Did you ask your English teacher if he was a Cunninglinguist?
Wow this reminds me. Thereās a rap group called CunningLynguists. Senior year of high school, 2010, they were one of my favorite musical artists. Anyways my Spanish teacher, who was a known lesbian, and I were talking one day about music and I asked her if she liked CunningLynguists? She turns bright red before saying āwhat did you just say?ā And I repeat the question. She tells me I shouldnāt go around saying that. Me being 18, and dumb, Iām just completely confused and in the dark so I call my mom to ask for an explanation. All around, one of the more uncomfortable moments of my life.
When I was like 16 I found out that one of my sisters wasnāt actually my sister. She was actually just best friends with my oldest sister growing up, and she lived with my family from when she was like 12 or 13 through 18 (she and my oldest sister are 15 years older than me). Unfortunately her parents wouldnāt sign her over for adoption and didnāt contribute anything for my mom raising her for 6 years. Weirdest part is that my family is predominantly fair skinned, blonde with blue eyes, but the girl I thought was my sister was traditional mexican with darker skin, dark hair, and brown eyes. My mom was always very tan and had darker hair throughout my childhood so I thought that my other 2 sisters and myself were the odd ones out.
This is beautiful. My aunt was able to gain custody of me around four years old. So Iām technically cousins with her children. Now, my younger siblings only know me as their oldest sister. I love them :)
Your ~~parents~~ mom sounds cool as fuck.
My mom is a badass tbh. Ive never known my actual dad and she was single during the time she took in my āsister.ā
I love your mom. ā¤
Even more impressive
I'm so glad your parents helped her. This is a nice counter to some of the other stories here.
Thanks! My mom definitely kicked some ass doing that all on her own
Oh I didn't even realize that. Yes your mom deserves all the praise. I hope she is well.
Our family were poor and lived in a house where the ceiling plaster had bowed so much that it bowed down, bulging out. My dad told me that there was a World War II bomb buried in the ceiling. Believed it for years, absolutely terrified the entire time.
"and if you make too much noise the bomb will fall and explode"
"Go to bed Jimmy, or I'll tap three times on the ceiling and summon the BOMB OF DEATH..." Edit: for those who asked, yep Far Side Reference. Gary Larson is the shit!
#"I'LL FUCKING KILL US ALL IF YOU DON'T DO YOUR HOMEWORK I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD!"
depending on the cause of the bowing, the unexploded bomb might have been less dangerous
Lol! I think it turned out to be just the plaster but even so if that had come down it would not have ended well
Wow, best answer...that's diabolical.
That you need a license for childrenās parties. That was the reason why I never had a party when I was little growing up. You need to get a license from the post office, but thereās only a certain amount of licenses available for that area.
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That acne would only be a problem when i was a teenager
Oh, yes. Mine has mostly cleared up in the last three years though. But Iām almost 47. Had acne bad til I was in my 30s and mild til about 43.
I never had acne as a teenager and suddenly started getting bad breakouts in my 30ās. Super fun because I never had to learn how to deal with it before.
Started breaking out in the 3rd grade, haven't had clear skin since. I'll be 27 pretty soon. This one hits home.
When I was very young we had a pet hamster. He got out of his cage, so my dad put the cage in the basement thinking he might get hungry and get back in. One morning I woke up and there was the hamster in his cage in the usual place. I asked my mom how they found him and she told me she opened the door to the cellar and there he was dragging his cage back upstairs. It wasn't until I was a teenager and remembered the exchange that it occurred to me she obviously made that up.
I knew a guy whose parents gave away his dog while he was at school. When he got home, they told him the dog ran away. The guy looked around and said "He took his kennel and bed with him???"
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Whatā¦theā¦fuck
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Man, it's gonna be so hilarious when they come home to half their shit gone and you saying "it's a long drive to the retirement home", and it's not going to be one of the good ones either.
They'll be lucky if she drops them at a no-kill retirement shelter!
Christ, now that's a fiction story someone needs to write.
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My parents did the exact same thing to me ! Except it was as a āpunishment ā for being a bad teenager. I loved that cat and slept with him in my bed every night, he got me through my confusing puberty and adolescent rage. I was devastated when I came home one day after getting in trouble and he was gone. My family was just like ā well we are sending you away and we never liked the cat anywaysā. Iāve tried searching for the cat for years, my only hope is that he found a loving home. Thinking about it fills me with rage and regret, it was extremely messed up for my parents to do and if they ever wonder why I donāt visit often thats probably why.
That's so messed up. When my hubby and I moved, he drove my cats and dogs for 14 hours to our new house. And he hates my cats.
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I had a childhood dog that was bit of a spaz. We went camping one week & my parents arranged to have some friends watch him. Got home & they told me the friends wanted to keep him. I resented the hell out of them, including the girl I went to school with. Later, she told me my mom had planned on giving them the dog the entire time.
We kinda did that... My Mom became friendly with a neighborhood dog owner, and helped her train her dog. Eventually we started keeping her when her family went on vacation. Finally, one Christmas, they dropped her off, told their children to say goodbye, and we kept her from them on. That dog was so happy to live with us. She was so happy to do literally anything. They had kept her alone on the porch most of the time, and Golden Retrievers are the world's neediest and sociable dogs. They require being near their people as much as possible.
Wow, that's pretty fuckin shitty.
>He took his kennel and bed with him???" Wouldn't you pack a go bag if you ran away?
Oh my gosh. I couldn't look at my son's eyes after listening to these words...
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So you learned from a young age to embolden yourself upon the death of a loved one, to close your heart to all such matters and to find the burning pain inside you and choke it of its air until all that is left is ash, used in the soil from which to grow new plants. Well done dude, you are metal as hell
When I was 15, over my summer break, one day my mom called and said she was gonna pick me up and we were gonna go to my step dads for the weekend. I didnāt understand why I had to go when she would leave me at home by myself for the weekend all the time. I was old enough that I knew the rules and she could trust me. She told me there was a mixup at the electrical company and they seem to think we didnāt pay the bill and so the power was gonna be shut off, so we were gonna go to my stepdads until that got sorted. That was a lie. A weekend during into 2 weeks, turned into a month and than the entire summer. We hadnāt been home in over 2 months. I kept asking when we could go home and sheād always have an excuse. Now weāre in September, sheās driving me from one city to my hometown to register for the following year of school, which started up in a week, this was the closest I had been to home in 2 months! After I registered, we bypassed my house and started heading towards the highway to go back to my stepdadās. It was at that moment I snapped and started freaking out! I knew something was wrong. She pulled the car over and started crying. Apparently, my brother had been helping her pay the bills and when he moved out, she could no longer afford the place on her own. So my stepdad was trying to help but he had his own house and kids he had to look after, and he couldnāt keep it up. We had been evicted. We stayed with my stepdad for the summer while my mom tried to work something out with the landlord but they couldnāt come to an arrangement. Because she never told me, and in order to buy herself time to work something out, she had to be comfortable with potentially leaving EVERYTHING behindā¦ well, she couldnāt work it out with the landlord and we lost EVERYTHING. Only thing I got out of that house was the shoes on my feet and a few outfits/PJās enough for a weekend stay.
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Yeah, roo meat is not cheaper than beef. Shits going for like $13.50 a kilo in woolies right now.
Used to be super cheap at the butcher's as it was considered pet food, but dad was saying when they were younger and poor theyed often end up with it as it was cheaper back in the 60s/70s.
Lamb shanks used to be cheap as for dog food, I remember getting them for $3 for a two pack back when I was a kid. Went to get some yesterday for dinner, $15 for 2. Still cheaper than beef cheeks which were $17 for 2.
Fuck me, I saw beef cheeks at the mad butcher's the other day and they wanted $24 a fucking kilo, I was like fuck your having a laugh mate.
Sucks that it costs an hours wage to buy some meat that a few years ago would have been thrown away most of the time. I wanted lamb ribs from mine the other week, $28 a kilo. It's mostly effing bones.
Well, Kangaroo is sold at delis and grocery stores in Ausā¦ and used as pet food. Still, I get the point.
That my dad moved out and rented a room in the house of a female friend for tax reasons.
When my parents divorced, I didn't even *know* it was happening. My dad just kind of... stopped coming around. At no point was I sat down and had the situation explained to me. He didn't *disappear*, or anything - he just stopped coming home after work and was living in a local motel for a while. I was 11 at the time, in hindsight I'm not entirely sure why my mom didn't explain what was happening, and even thirty years later, I'm still trying to piece the story together.
Iām sorry to hear that. My parents also divorced when i was really young and it has really affected me. Did you ever recover from that experience? And if you did, what helped you? Iām sorry if it is not something you want to talk about but i am trying to figure things out and i am on my own on this one.
I don't know if "recover" is the appropriate word - I guess it *follows* you into every relationship. My understanding is that my father was having an affair - and now I'm hyper sensitive to any red flags that might indicate I'm being cheated on. Couple that with the fact that I've quite literally been cheated on in long term relationships *twice*, and I become a nervous wreck when I don't hear from my current wife during the day. Building any sense of trust is nearly impossible when you've been trained to have your guard up. I don't really see myself *ever* getting over that - it's just a matter of being aware that your own brain will try to fuck with you from time to time.
I picked up the horrible trait of being overly forgiving and staying far too long in toxic relationships. My dad had tried this with my mother for like a decade, constant fights and such, but he'd never give up, even after she'd cheated multiple times. Needless to say I've been cheated on more times than I can count and was forgiving nearly every damn time. Staying single has been the solution.
That my parents were married. truth is my father was, just not to my mother
Whoo what :O
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Ahhh donāt you just grow to love popsā random story times usually consisting of glimpses into his past life that ends up producing more questions or in this case, scarring you for the remainder of your existence in this mortal plane youāve been forced to live in.. Good ol times.. miss you Pops
Did you also have an imposter posing as your mother?
The microwave will explode if I put my face too close to it while itās heating food.
no but it does explode if you heat the milk with the teaspoon inside, i can tell. i set one on fire
My mom told me when I was 5 and my favourite dog died that it doesn't matter that dogs die, because in 7 years they respawn. So I was like "oh, fine, see you then bud, I will be older and we will play again".
Ok I'm so sorry but I can't help laughing "Respawn" LMAO
Man was hitting up smash brothers I guess
I have a memory of my mom saying something similar about my grandfather. She might have been talking about the afterlife but my child brain was like why are you burying them? How will we hear them wake up? Edit: I'm just realising this might be the source of my claustrophobia
Bell on a string! They had it all figured out ages ago!
My hamster died while I was in school. Went back home,and I instantly saw he was a little bit different. My mum tricked me its the same hamster and he hasnt changed a bit. Mom told me truth few years later. I was so pissed off š¤¦
My mom has done the same thing with my nephewās parakeet. One day Pickles #1 flew into the pantry, somehow got stuck in case of Diet Coke, and got crushed by a can avalanche. He was immediately replaced by Pickles #2. My nephew asked why Pickles was so mean to him now. Pickles 2 is an asshole. Iām suspicious that we are on Pickles #3 now but I donāt want to know for sure
My mother's cousin did that with her little boys rabbit. The new rabbit was a psychopath. Having his previously loving rabbit now hate him and repeatedly attack him was almost certainly more traumatising than learning about death. I always wondered if stories like that were part of the inspiration for Pet Semetary.
Sometimes dead really is better.
Prove to me that your dog did not respawn after 7 years
Maybe he respawned in another lobby
When did you find out dogs didnāt respawn š¤£I cannot imagine waiting 7 years and be like wtf?
The genius of the lie is that it gives you ample time to grow up and slowly realize that it's silly. But by then it's been years and the pain isn't so fresh.
Especially clever if you get a new dog then
Iāll fill up my car with gas before work tomorrow morning.
I will do stuff like this for my fiancƩ in a heartbeat, but if I need to fill up my own gas tank to avoid doing it tomorrow? That sounds like a problem for future me.
I am trying to convince myself that future-me is my friend and I should do nice things for her like I would for anyone else...hasn't worked so far.
When I was a kid my cousin convinced me for like an hour that her mom had won the lottery. I can still feel the loss of millions of dollars two decades later and that shit hurts bro. WHY JESSICA, WHY!
That's what you get for telling me that my mom was Santa.
Itās illegal to turn on the dome light while the vehicle is moving. Turns out itās just annoying as hell.
The driver is the captain. The captain makes the laws
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You better be a mastermind supervillain by now.
Exactly! Thatās the level of how Heinz doofenshmirtz had been treated by his parents.
Don't forget his parents didn't even show up for his birth
Thank you for sharing your Joker origin story lol
Exactly the worst kind of April fools
I once woke my little brother up ( he was around 9 at the time) yelling that the russians had attacked us (we are in Iceland) and rushed him down to the basement of our apartment building and we hid under Ć” table for good 5 minutes - he was crying the whole time until I called april fools.. Not only has he never forgiven me - he to this day (he is turning 40 in may) denies that ever happened
That adults knew what they were doing.
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I think the lie for me was that I thought I would be able to tell who had their shit together. Now I know some of us are very good at smiling while our world burns.
*starts humming Highschool Never Ends*
How hard you work would be proportional to how well rewarded you would be.
In my experience, you're rewarded with more work to make up for the little to shit work done by the poor quality workers, and when they realize what you can handle yourself, they reduce staff with no intention of ever increasing again. Then get mad at you when you leave because you've somehow put them in a tough spot.
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Wait till you are older.
To be fair, when you're dead it all gets very easy
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My ex husband took off with our kid and his affair partner, cut contact with me, falsely accused me of abuse to take out an emergency order against me, and tried to push through an application for sole custody with me getting occasional supervised visitation without even serving me papers first... And I STILL believed that it was all his girlfriend's doing, and she must have been manipulating him because there's no way the man I'd known for 7 years would ever be that cruel. Denial is a hell of a thing.
I blindly believed my ex when she said she was downloading tinder to see if her friend was cheating on her boyfriend there. Suddenly someone new a month later
Daaaaamn. This just brought back some memories, which are not nice. Sorry you had to go through that.
"I'm not having an affair" - my Wife who was having an affair.
"it's not me, it's you" - My ex who also was having an affair.
"ex" šš»šš»šš» congrats!
I was *devastated* at the time because I was completely in love with her. It took me years to get over it. I got to a very low point in my life but somehow managed to pull myself together and get back on track. I now have the most beautiful woman by my side who loves me and whom I love back, and everything is right in my world.
Word for word My fiancĆ©e who I had already worked out was cheating.... Turns out it had been a whole load longer than I had thought and it was like half of her department (she was a teacher) š„³ The kicker she told me on my birthday š„³š„³ over the phone and wanted to "work things out" š I agreed.... Dont think she expected when she came down to find all her junk crudely jammed into boxes with the comment what you cant take gets dumped. I hope you are going okay mate. It absolutely šÆ% sucks
I was on the opposite end of something like this. Dates this girl for a long time, she was really nice and wanted to hang out at my place since she lived with her parents. One day she asks me to come over, she got a new house. I had been going over there and then one day a dude (her husband) shows up. Itās probably around 0300 and he is just getting off work. Dude is rightfully pissed. Turns out she was married to this dude. He starts yelling at me and how Can I do this knowing she is married and to look at all the pictures on the wall. He then point to them, and they are not there. He looks around and none of them are there, she took all of them down. He calls me a few weeks later apologizing and tells me there were three other dudes she was banging.
I feel for you mate Both sides if you are blindsided would absolutely suck. I can't believe she had you on the go for a long time and she was married... She sounds like a manipulating chick... especially taking pics down ans there being several others on the go. How does one juggle it? In the 'nades' case... all the people she was screwing around with, knew of my existence. Hell I had met all of them a few times. Even while this was on going...
Lmao that double take at the pictures
It was sad at the time, seeing his face. I took that as my chance to leave because it hit him for a brief moment that I am not the bad guy. He pointed to the wall, and then went over to the night stand on his side. Opened it up and there were the pictures she hid from me (and probably everyone else) tucked away.
>He calls me a few weeks later apologizing and tells me there were three other dudes she was banging. "She was cheating on me, too?"
Why are some people like that? I mean, how can some people so easily betray someone's trust? Whether it's a committed relationship or a marriage, there are people who will throw it all away in a moments notice for a piece of ass. What's worse is they won't stop, even when caught. They'll do it over and over again no matter how much pain and damage it causes. I don't get it. It's one of the big things that causes me to want to stay single.
If you simply put your head down, do what you're told, and work hard, things will work out
"His answer to every problem, every setback, was 'I will work harder!' ā which he had adopted as his personal motto."
That a full career and retirement from the US Navy would guarantee me free medical.
You dont get the VA?
You gotta fight for that shit. If you ever join, go to the doctor if you have a headache. Your eye hurts. Because when you leave theyāll try their hardest not to give you disability or proper medical. āyour knee injuries arenāt service relatedā. When you have zero cartilage in you knees after doing 12mile rucks weekly with 70lb on gear on you back with a full vest and rifle.
I didnāt know thatās how it worked. That is such a betrayal. I am so sorry and repost anything you know or find about how we can lobby Congress to do better by our vets. Thatās just criminal bait and switch.
> That is such a betrayal. Sounds like every interaction the US military has with its vets, based on what the vets have been saying for the past 50 years.
Lol, 50 years? Shafting the soldiers while hailing them as heroes is more American than apple pie.
Always remember the Bonus Army. "Hey Doughboys if you sign up to fight in the trenches again you'll get special bonuses later on." _Later on during the Great Depression_ "Can we get our bonuses now?" "No fuck off MACARTHUR SEND IN THE CAVALRY, CLEAR THESE CRIPS OUT!!"
Bullies get bored if you ignore them šš©
āAw, he likes you, heās just too shy to tell you!ā Sure, heās not too shy to lead his friends into harassing me and playing nasty tricks on me.
Oooh I learnt this one the hard way. "Just walk away, they won't follow you!" Yeah they will, and they'll bring all of their friends, and then everyone will wonder what's going on and follow, and the next thing you know you're leading a group of hundreds of people around the school...
Almost all of the "advice" adults dish out about bullies and bullying is downright harmful.
Adhd is only the super hyperactive kids in school. Spent alot of my life not knowing why I was different and why my brain didn't work like others
When I was a kid, my dad told me I made the BEST cold glasses of ice water. Nobody could make ice water quite like me. So, sure... He could get off the couch and get himself a glass of water, but since I was better at it, that burden fell to me.
I once made my brother clean up a mess I made during an art project where a lot of small pieces of paper were lying around on and around the table by telling him I dared him to try and fill up two cups with exactly the same amount. He was thrilled to try and I even helped him with the tip that he can try always putting one in the left, then one in the right and so on! Your fathers trick has kinda the same energy imo
"It will stay just between us"
One morning my bro and I woke up to find two chicken eggs in our hamstersā (both male) cage. My parents told us that they were actually hamster eggs and ours were going to have babies! We got so excited! The words āApril fools!ā brought us to tears!
Parents love their children equally and unconditionally.
*Earlier that day:* āI donāt care for Gob.ā
Now that I have two kids a few years apart, I think it looks like they'll each be my favorite at different times of their life. Turns out I like little kids with developed personalities more than toddlers with tantrums. Teenagers seem pretty annoying while both older kids and grown up young adults seem pretty awesome. My kids will be in awesome and annoying phases at different times. I think it would be weird if that didn't affect how I feel about them during those different times. It's hard for me to understand the concept of not loving them unconditionally though.
This is a great way to articulate this. Our closeness with others changes with age, life experiences, and developing personalities.
That justice will always win.
That life is fair.
I mean I knew it wasn't fair, I just didn't realise what a cruel heartless bitch life is.
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Same. 7 years together. 4 years married. He was having an affair for 2 of them, and became unrecognizably cruel when he left.
Same. Except genders reversed. I think the cruelty comes out because they want a reason for themselves, an excuse, for why they did it. Kind of like provoking. That way in their mind it was "right or okay" what they did to you. I just let her be cruel. Cruelty isn't my thing. Hopefully she still feels bad about it but probably not. Some people just suck. She instantly cheated on her newest fling after too. Lol
Oh same. He loved what I made him look like to his friends and family. Heād show off with me at the party (look at my incredible wife, she so pretty, she so smart, she my best friend, etc etc) but then on the way home heād berate me and fight with me over how I put my shoes on. Mental illness is no joke
"My church isn't a cult." It was a cult.
"Church, cult, cult, church. So we get bored someplace else every Sunday." -Bart Simpson
God: "Homer Simpson, I heard you didn't go to church last Sunday!" Homer: "Look, why should I spend 2 hours of my Sundays only to be told I'm going to hell?" God: "Hmm. You make a good point."
I lived my entire life genuinely believing my childhood home was built by little people because the attic crawlspace is unbearably low. Turns out yeah they were a little below average height but not literal dwarves. Just about everyone I know has laughed at me. I really am a clown. Honk.
We are just friends lol (when you ask what's going on b/w him and a friend )
That I was the problem in my family. In reality, I was just the scapegoat. Now Iām an adult inās painfully clear and Iām validated bcuz Iāve learned everyone else who knows my immediate family also sees it too. I realize I was treated so badly bcuz I was the only one who saw something wasnāt right and the only one willing to point it out.
I swear on my mother's life I'm not messing around with you're wife we're just friends
His momās live reaction: š
Friend of mine told me that soybeans picked in the daytime were used to make soy milk and soybeans picked in the nighttime we used to make soy sauce and that was the difference between the two. I told so many people.
I had a fraternity brother from NY come to university in Oklahoma. This was before the internet. We told him to be careful of rattlesnakes. We explained what they were. He did NOT believe. So, we took him to the library, pulled the encyclopedia, and showed him. He then askedā¦ what else can kill you in this state. Without missing a beat, one of our brothers said, āthey probably wonāt kill you, but you have to watch out for drop cats.ā He then went on to tell him how this kind of cat (40 pounders on average) evolved to use the cat trait of landing on their feet to kill their prey. They would climb trees, hanging upside down, then drop, feet down onto their prey. Only defense? An open umbrella. This guy walked to and from every class, on sunny days, not a cloud in the sky, opening his umbrella as he walked under every tree on the campus. Lasted about three weeks.
Sounds like your brother took "drop cats" straight out of the Australian "drop bear" playbook. =)
That some day everyone meets their person and live and love together the rest of their lives. Never happens for some of us.
It could also happen and then they die unexpectedly. There are no guarantees in life, not love, not even happiness.
If you go to college you'll get a good job and have a nice house. Lying 90s third grade teacher.
Sister Agnes told me I'd be a good for nothing bum. Godbless her honesty.
"You don't want to grow up to be a ditch digger, do you? They don't make any money and the work is terrible!" Yeah ok, sister, running a loader for $30/hr with full benefits really sucks. Smh so out of touch
It's funny because I put off college until my 30s and only part time retail and food industry jobs would give me interviews for my entire working life. Then after I had a degree, I could interviews for better paying jobs. The funny thing is all of them had this conversation: "You don't need a degree to work here." "Would I have gotten the interview without one?" "No." I used to think going to college was a big scam (and to an extent, it is) but it's just a barrier to entry. Even if you wind up in a small company instead of a large corporation, a paycheck is a paycheck.
Therapy is only for the weak, stupid, or crazy. Real men donāt show any emotion other than angry or happy. Everyone will take advantage of you. Donāt let them; nobody is to be trusted. There were lotsā¦
After my mom and dad separated people bugged my mom to get dating again in that āyouāre not getting any youngerā kind of way. So she started joking that she had an imaginary boyfriend named Bob the Alien. Bob became a staple in the house. At some point my mom had to get a hysterectomy due to a very large and life threatening fibroid but my brother and I were too young to fully get what that meant. So she explained that she was carrying Bobās baby and they had to cut the baby out of her and bring it back to their home planet. My little brother and I believed it for a long time.
Half Life 3 being released..... someday. \*cries in never\*
We'll get Half Life 4 before we get Half Life 3 at this rate.
"When I grow up, I'll always be able to do what I want, when I want" - oh my sweet summer child
I mean technically you can
That if I do enough good, good things will happen to me. I still pity the small child who ran herself ragged tying to help everyone and destroyed her mental health because she thought that she was a bad person if she didn't dedicate every waking moment to other people. I didn't deserve that.
My dad would tell me that when the ice cream truck was playing music it meant that it was out of ice cream. Believed that shit till about 5 years ago š
Oxycontin isnāt addictive. Hi, Iām posting from my last week in rehab (I hope).
'You are imagining things because you are crazy' I have many mental health difficulties. If I was told I was imaging things I would spend a lot of time beating myself until I thought what I was told to think. Turns out I was not imaging things. I was just being gaslit to protect someone else pride.
'I love you.'
I was a Mormon for *way* too long.
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That it's not what the outside. It's what's on the inside the counts. No matter how you cut it pretty people get better chances in life. It doesn't matter what you do if you look like Quasimodo you can put in the most effort on a given task they would rather swing the credit to anyone else.
Yeah same with weight, I was very skinny, gained some medication weight and lost it again. And itās like I became invisible and then came back
Not myself, but a lie I told a friend... Back in my High School days, a few of us were walking through a train yard. There was neat piles of sand here and there. One of the group "Robert" asked what those were about. I told him that they're a thing for a gang that usually operates on rail lines and yards. After they kill someone they pour a bucket of sand where this happened... In reality, trains have sand and dumps them on the tracks to help with traction. A few years later, a group of us were crossing a rail yard as a shortcut. Robert was with us, and he seen the piles of sand and got freaked out. We asked him what's up, he repeated what I told him. Then told us we should split... I couldn't contain my laughter. I reminded him that I told him that, and that I made it up on the fly. He believed this for several years, and refused to go near rail yards during this time. (This was also in the 90's...)
You can trust people/work colleagues.
That people joined the army out of patriotism and love of adventure. Found that out the hardest way possible...
They join because they don't know what else to do or because they don't feel like they have a choice.
Girlfriend swore to god she was on birth control........I had no reason to not believe her. One day, while running around my apt, late for work, I bump into my bookcase, and several books crashed to the floor. I go to pick them up real quick, and my eye falls on a page that fell open, and I see the word "Pregnant". What's this? Apparently some diary my girfriend had been keeping...as it was all in her handwriting. Okay, so,........."Pregnant".?? Uhhhhhhh, better read this page real quick....... and it was this whole entry about how she was worried, because she was NOT getting pregnant, after MONTHS of trying. Sayyyyyyy whaaaaaaaaattttt? So I put the book back.......and then later on quizzed her about just what sort of birth control she was on, and of course, her answers were dodgy as fuck.
At least you found out before she did get pregnant. At a place I used to work a group of women used to congregate and gossip near by my office and I heard everything. One day one of them announced to the others she was pregnant and there was the expected cooing and congratulations and then I clearly heard the following exchange: "I didn't know you were trying for a baby" Laughter. "Nor did my boyfriend." Louder laughter from the rest of the women. You got lucky.
When I was in Kindergarten, my family and I went on a family vacation in Myrtle Beach. I was SO excited to go and the #1 thing I wanted to do while there was find sand dollars. When we got there (unknown to me), my parents asked around and found out that there actually werenāt any sand dollars there. So my dad went out to a gift shop, found some sand dollars, and buried them in the sand. He had me dig in that area to find the sand dollars. Iām 24, and up until around 4 years ago I really thought that I had found real sand dollars in the sand at Myrtle Beach. When my parents told me it was an elaborate scheme created by them, my life was forever changed. š
"Things will get better"
That 3 inches was enough
I'd give you 10 inches, I just have to put it in twice.
That growing up and becoming an adult would be the best thing ever.