1. Going to Grandma’s house because there’s nothing to eat at your house.
“Going to Grandma’s house ‘just because,’ and realizing that it’s because there’s no food at your house and grandma wants to make sure you’ve eaten dinner.”
2. Seeing your mom walk in the door with a box of food that you know she had to beg the food bank to let her have.
“Rich kids can never understand the pain, humiliation, helplessness, and sadness of seeing your mom walk in the door with a box of food that you know she had to beg the food bank to let her have. Thinking about this now makes me upset still, but when I was a kid it was a fact of life that I was too young to embrace the burden off. Times like that made me grow up way too fast. While other kids might’ve just complained and bitched about frivolous shit, seeing my mother go through that really left me feeling upset and helpless.”
5. How eating shit food and living in a shit place makes you feel like shit and how hard it can be to break out of that.
“How being poor drains you of motivation and self-respect, and makes opportunities harder to take. How eating shit food and living in a shit place makes you feel like shit and how hard it can be to break out of that.
People who have always been rich have never felt that, so they assume that being poor is just the same as being rich without having money, and that if they were ever poor they would just work their way out of it while remaining chipper. But it’s not that easy, having no money is insidious and it affects your whole outlook and personality.
On a more positive note, how once you get some money you have an iron determination to never be poor again, which can make you work harder and better than the rich kids. Being poor can also give you respect for the value of money, and stops you wasting it.
Also, when I was poor I was somehow closer to the people who I lived around. We were poor together and we partied together in squats with out of date cider.”
“Ketchup sandwich. Adding water to milk. Only getting new toys on your birthday or Xmas, usually from another family member such as uncle or grand parent. .49 cent hamburger day (which turns to days) at McDonald’s.”
9. Trying to cook and serve dinner loud enough to cover up the sound of your mom crying in her bedroom because she can’t afford to pay the electricity this month.
“Trying to cook and serve dinner loud enough to cover up the sound of your mom crying in her bedroom because she can’t afford to pay the electricity this month. Putting on a cheerful face and acting super chipper for your younger siblings as you pack your bags to stay at a roach-infested motel because no electricity will get you all taken away by CPS. Walking five miles round-trip to buy dollar-store groceries on your food stamps because your mom can’t afford a car or the bus. Walking seven miles round-trip to see the Medicaid doctor after being without your medication for three months because that’s how long it takes to get an appointment. Having to pack everything you’ve ever owned into two bags, trying to decide what portions of your life can go in the garbage can, because your landlord died and your family got evicted.”
10. Sharing one McDonald’s milkshake with your five brothers and dad.
“What it’s like to be hungry and yet so poor that the only thing your mom could make you for dinner is a ketchup sandwich using free ketchup packets taken from McDonald’s from that one time that she scraped enough loose change to buy 1 milkshake for you and your 5 brothers for doing good in school. Remember how she made you guys take turns sipping from it so that everyone could get some but you guys weren’t allowed to finish it because you had to save some for when Dad came home? You don’t remember, do you? I do. That was my life growing up.”
11. Collecting beer and soda cans off the side of the road to cash them in for so you could buy food for the day.
“Collecting beer and soda cans off the side of the road to cash them in for the deposit so you could buy food for the day. (Summer was the worst because of slugs… ugh)
This may be something most wont understand actually, lol.”
“Drinking sugar water to stay alive. Showering at the middle school because the water was shut off. Mayo and mustard sandwiches. Over eating at the pizza place my sister worked at because that would be our only meal for the day. Being SO excited to be able to spend TWO WHOLE DOLLARS at the dollar store. “Omg omg. Do I get 2 toys or 2 candies or a toy AND a candy?!” And so, so many other things. I had to explain to my SO early in our relationship that not everyone buys perm tags for their license plates, and that poor people renew them every year.”
If i get a new job and it doesn’t work out, chances are I’ll not be able to get a job like my old job and could end up in a worse position than I’m in, potentially losing my home and being unable to support my family.
The people I grew up with from wealthy families always had a clear and obvious safety net, the ability to take risks, knowing that if everything goes wrong, it won’t harm them too much.
I’ve a friend who’s parents built him a house on their land, who’s income isn’t needed for living expenses, he’s got the freedom to quit his job and move to soemthing new without any fear of being unable to home his family.
I’ve another friend who, while living in his parents “spare” house (while the rest of us were paying most of our income out in rent) saved £20,000 to start a business and is now a multimillionaire.
Another friend with wealthy parents, again lives on his parents land, while basically doing nothing but waiting for his inheritance.
Basically the running theme, the thing rich kids don’t often get, is being responsible, 100% responsible, for your own basic needs and being unable to “gamble” your lifestyle due to the very real risk of failure.”
14. Having your parents ‘borrow’ money you saved up to pay the bills.
“Having your parents ‘borrow’ money you saved up to pay the bills. That living paycheck to paycheck is an actual thing. Late payments and having cell phone/electricity/water cut off. Visiting Cash Advanced stores with your parents. Having MetroPCS. The amount of unsupervised alone time spent growing up. Both my parents worked all day and couldn’t afford summer camp or anything like that. In the summers I would just hang out in the house alone or with the other neighborhood kids while the parents were at work. Having no money for Christmas trees/ fireworks/Halloween costumes to celebrate holidays.”
17. Being unable to accept invitations because you couldn’t even afford to get a ride there.
“Moving past all the usual material stuff, one thing that sucked for me growing up was that I couldn’t just up and go places when invited, even if it was free or their parents covered the cost of the activity. My mother was always broke and though we had a car, gas was reserved for the work commute only. I couldn’t just ‘get a ride’ from my mom and she never had spare change for the bus. Every dollar was accounted for.
I got a lot of ‘come to the movies with us, and don’t worry I’ll pay for you just be across the city by 5:30.’
It sucked having to explain yet again that no money meant no money for anything, even a ride.
Edit: Jesus Christ, you guys. I didn’t expect this. You’re all amazing. Trying to respond to everyone’s messages, thanks for all the kind words.”
20. Knowing how long different places take to cash a check.
“Knowing how long different places take to cash a check. Low on gas and broke? The Co-Op takes a week to cash the check so you are safe.
Also how to hook up grill propane tanks up to your water heater or furnace. My husband was baffled when I looked at hookups when we were house shopping ‘just in case.’ It was a moment I realized we had very different childhoods.”
• Being 11 and alone answering the door at 1 in the morning to police who want to know where your mother might be because the found her car slammed into a pole.
• Christmas from the Dollar Store.
• Having your parent use your gift cards you got for cigarettes and saying I’ll pay you back later.
• Going through winter with no heat in New England, ’cause oil is too much.
• A week without electric isn’t a game to teach you a lesson but once a month thing.
• Stealing food from school so you can eat and feed your hunger.
“I once had a conversation with one of my wealthier friends and she couldn’t comprehend that we didn’t have maids. At one point she asked, ‘Well then who does all the house work and stuff?!’ Completely flabbergasted. When I explained to her that we all pitched in when I was growing up she groaned.”
27. Having friends ask why your house is so small.
“Why my house was so small.
I got made fun of because my house was ‘so small.’ Like ‘a garage size.’
Sorry I didn’t live in a mansion like the rest of them. Come on, we had a living rooms, never had to share rooms with siblings and 1 guest room but it was still so ‘tiny’ to them. Like so tiny they almost missed it and thought it was someone’s shed!
And as you get older why I didn’t go out eating with them all the time? Or I like seafood right? Why didn’t I just order the bucket of seafood instead of the chicken club sandwich?
I wasn’t poor growing up (solid middle class background), but compared to them I might as well have been.
Edited to clarify my house wasn’t even that small. It was normal sized, but to those rich girls it was the size of their garages.”
28. Getting a serious injury but not being able to afford a doctor.
“Ok so I guess this is only in America only, but:
Getting a serious injury and trying to make it look like no big deal so you avoid people asking stuff like ‘how long did your doctor say it would take to heal?’ Because you don’t have insurance and the smallest medical expense would put your family in debt, so you never got it checked out.
Seriously, I’ve broken my foot and not even gotten crutches. Could barely walk but I had to tough it out and look like nothing was wrong.”
“Might be late to the party, but a huge social difference I see frequently is a deeply rooted belief of wealthier people, that you are safe, that no matter what happens, you are going to be fine. Even when hit by a huge unpredictable bill that hurts their personal finances, they don’t despair, because they know the money will return soon. It always did. They can wreck cars, lose phones, get fired or be unemployed for months, but it’s OK, and they are OK, and they never know how it is to feel truly desperate, or terrified of consequences of this little setback.
And somehow this attitude is actually what keeps them cool and confident and eventually they pick up the pieces much better than the poor would.
It’s like they’re psychologically conditioned to be optimistic, and of course it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.”
31. Some girls won’t date you because you’re poor.
“People always seem shocked that I never had a girlfriend or even a date until I was in my early twenties. They assume I was too shy or not interested in women. But really, it was because I didn’t have money. Some girls won’t date you because you’re poor. Others think you’re gross because you wear the same oversized, outdated hand-me-downs every day. And even the least judgmental girls on the planet would never date you because you couldn’t afford to even go out on a date and you sure as hell aren’t going to bring her back to the broken down trailer you call home even if you could find the time between school and the 2 jobs you work to help your parents buy food and pay the bills.”
“Here in the UK look out for –
• Men or women drinking special brew in the morning.
• Men with Staffordshire Bull terriers everywhere.
• Cars with loud exhausts and even louder Soundsystems.
• Beach towels used as curtains in houses.
• Settees in front gardens.
• Armies of young mums pushing prams with an infant inside clutching a Greg’s sausage roll.
• Men in tracksuit bottoms and rock port boots
• People clearly under the effects of the drug spice (spice zombies).”
“Bars on windows is a pretty decent indicator, but those are neighborhoods that are okay in the daylight.
Boarded up houses are much worse.
Even worse multiple burned-down houses. Those are the neighborhoods you don’t want to be in at all.”
—TheMysteriousMid
6. Random garbage everywhere.
“Random garbage everywhere. You’ll see it all over any open lots, the side of the street, collected on fences like a filter because of the wind, etc. I live pretty close to the West Side of Chicago. When I drive around it’s a pretty clear sign things are starting to get sketchy.”
“Seeing paper roses in glass at gas station registers. These paper roses get pulled out and you’ve got yourself a handy dandy crack pipe. Me, not knowing any better, bought one for my 2nd grade girlfriend.”
12. A dude is walking around the street naked asking strangers if they wanted to touch his weewee.
“In my neighborhood someone posted on nextdoor that they woke up to someone standing over their bed.
Then 2 days later someone else posted that a dude was walking around the street naked asking strangers if they wanted to touch his weewee.
Oh and car theft is so common that I no longer lock my car because it’s financially smarter for me to let them have a look around than to pay for any more broken windows.
16. It’s the middle of the afternoon on a weekday and people are just hanging out on porches and yards.
“It’s the middle of the afternoon on a weekday and people are just hanging out on porches and yards, just walking around. It’s a neighborhood with a lot of unemployment. If you are looking to rent or buy, visit in the middle of the work day and at night to see what it’s like.”
17. Random businesses with cages on the doors and windows.
“Corner stores and random businesses with cages on the doors and windows. Advertising is usually painted on the wall or something, and you see ads for really cheap foods and drinks that usually aren’t big product names. Also there are potholes everywhere and random fences tend to be driven into and not fixed. Also where I live in the lower the street number the worse the neighborhood. Also random groups of guys gathered outside of random corner stores. Oh and if there are fast food places with nowhere to sit that’s also how you know.”
20. You see a forty-year-old man in the middle of the street dancing, wearing a Burger King crown.
“You see a forty-year-old man in the middle of the street dancing, wearing a Burger King crown and there isn’t a Burger King in sight. Also, it’s the middle of the day.”
21. Convenience stores with ‘WE TAKE EBT’ signs in handwritten letters.
“Bail bonds offices, hair braiding salons, payday loans on the same street.
Convenience stores with ‘WE TAKE EBT’ signs in handwritten letters.
Weekly-rate ‘budget’ motels.
Gas station locks its doors at 10 PM. If you want cigarettes, drinks, or snacks late at night, you have to tell the cashier what you want and she’ll deliver it to you through a hole in a bulletproof glass window.”
22. Neighbors keep having a yard sale every week and the stuff they’re selling belongs in the trash.
“Neighbors keep having a yard sale every week and the stuff they’re selling belongs in the trash and no one would pay money for it. oh, and there’s a toilet on the front porch.
24. Houses have chain link fences around it with either ‘Beware of Dog’ or ‘No Trespassing’ signs.
“Metro PCS store, check cashing store, mini mart with no gas station that’s completely empty, Cedar Market (a check cashing mini mart! Double whammy!), Kennedy/Crown Fried Chicken, restaurants or stores with bars over the windows, school has police cars around it every day, houses have chain link fences around it with either ‘Beware of Dog’ or ‘No Trespassing’ signs, old houses and tenement apartments begin to appear when you go deeper in the city, and finally: shoes hanging on a telephone wire.”
25. The vibe…oftentimes it’s one wrong turn and you are in the middle of it.
“The vibe… that’s the best answer.
I was in Columbus driving once and ended up in one of those neighborhoods. Oftentimes it’s one wrong turn and you are in the middle of it. In my case I recognized it fast enough, but there weren’t many good opportunities to turn the car around without the potential of getting blocked in. Scary feeling when you know you are in the middle of that.”
“Starting random fights, or being overly macho as if to start a fight. It doesn’t make you a man to prove you can beat anyone up, it makes you a childish douchebag who thinks he can solve all of his problems with his fists.”
“My friend once said ‘if girls are turned on by guys revving their engines, there’d be lots of girls being fucked along highways,’ which is true in some sense.”
“Boasting about how much alcohol they can drink and how often. When they are clearly injured, pretending that they’re not hurt at all and refusing medical attention.”
“Driving way oversized, humongous trucks…I like trucks, practical trucks, even when they are bigger, like a really nice f250 with a small lift, but the HEY LOOK AT ME TRUCKS AND I HAVE A TRAIN HORN my immediate reaction is—‘overcompensating and insecure!’”
“My ex would ‘death grip handshake’ people. He would admit that he was insecure about his height. 1. Who cares if you’re short, for Christ’s sake? 2. Way to prove you’re insecure, (and a dick) Buddy.”
16. Insulting their girlfriend in front of other guys.
“My most recent boyfriend would be loving behind closed doors, but in front of his friends would tease me and would joke around in a hurtful way (but he’s just kidding HAHA…) because he’s a MAN and bitches ain’t shit or whatever he was trying to demonstrate to his boys. I brought it up multiple times but he continued to act disrespectfully toward me and I eventually broke up with him. Like, wouldn’t you treat your girl like she was somebody you were PROUD to be with? Even his friends seemed embarrassed for me, and don’t get me wrong I can take a joke, but at some point it’s not joking anymore.”
“I have an ex that would make me walk a few paces behind him because ‘he was the man, and was leading me.’ Also if I would speak up about something in public he would shoot me dagger eyes to quiet me. Fuck that guy.”
“Bragging about wealth. It’s very lame when you hear a dude bragging about being ‘upper middle class.’ Especially when they’re just the typical broke college student pretending for attention.”
“When they argue over something they don’t know about… I don’t understand how can they sound so confident even if they have no clue, and it makes them look dumb AND stubborn.”
“Not doing the emotional labor in a relationship. Any relationship—romantic, family, friends. It’s not cool to be emotionally distant and not show people that you care about them. So many men think it’s a woman’s job to remember birthdays, give support when someone needs to vent, etc. Like, no, you want to have someone in your life? You care about them? Treat them like it. It won’t make you less of a man to pat someone on the back when they’re feeling down.”
“Witnessed a dude trying to be alpha get put down and it was cringeworthy. It was at a Super Bowl party and everyone put their beer in the cooler or fridge, this guy who is a friend of a friend is a douchecanoe and if he doesn’t know you he will try to intimidate you and the only thing he has going for his ‘intimidating persona’ is the fact he is tall. Well he opened the fridge and saw some flavored beer in there and yelled out while holding up the flavored beer ‘Whose pussy ass beer is this?’
At that moment I cringed because that ‘pussy ass beer’ belonged to my friends brother in law who is a Navy Seal….
Well the brother in law looks at the douchecanoe and very calmly says, ‘That’s mine, is that a problem?’
Douchecanoe knows that the BIL is a gunslinging, soul harvesting-pipe hitter and immediately looks flustered and embarrassed while stating ‘no it was just in the way of the case…’ or some other lame excuse.
The brother in law is very down to earth and didn’t take it offensively at all because he knows he doesn’t need to prove himself.
TL;DR Navy Seal administers a dose of reality to a douchecanoe.”
“Dated a guy who bragged about never reading. He thought it (*reading) was ‘nerdy.’ No you’re just being immature. Same guy also did crazy stupid stunts, which could seriously endanger his life (like climb to the forth floor balcony on the outside of the apartment-complex, just because).”
“Being really competitive with/demeaning to other guys, even their male friends. I’ve just noticed some guys constantly need to be the ‘top dog’ in a group of guys, and do it by making mean jokes or getting way to competitive. It’s one things to have friend who all tease each other. It’s totally different– and patently obvious– when the intention isn’t friendly camaraderie or fun, but actually to just be the best and feel better about yourself by putting others down.”
“Announcing that they think particular women are unattractive when it’s totally irrelevant. Yes, I already know most women you date are more conventionally attractive than that woman across the street. No one cares that you wouldn’t fuck some lady we don’t know who hasn’t displayed any interest in you anyway.”
“Not practicing basic hygiene. Sorry, most women are not into pubic hair looking beards, smelly BO, wrinkled moldy-smelling clothes, or long fungus infected toe nails. It isn’t manly, it is fucking nasty.”
2. Two days ago I saw my little brother try (and succeed) in hanging himself.
“Two days ago I saw my little brother try (and succeed) in hanging himself. Luckily I got there in time and my mom was able to bring him back to life. See it play out every time I close my eyes.”
3. Listening to someone’s last breaths is the most horrific sound I’ve ever heard.
“Witnessing my grandparents dying. People always say ‘I heard their last breath’ as if it were some gentle sigh or something. Not even fucking close. Listening to someone’s last breaths is the most horrific sound I’ve ever heard. Just thinking of it again gives me shivers.”
4. They poured gasoline over themselves and set themselves on fire.
“I work in mental health, particularly with people who have extensive suicidal ideation and multiple psychiatric hospitalizations. Despite working with this population for close to 10 years, I have only had one client successfully commit suicide.
They poured gasoline over themselves and set themselves on fire.
There are no words for how extremely terrifying that is to see. The worst part was they didn’t immediately die. I will hear them say ‘that wasn’t what I wanted’ for the rest of my life.”
5. Bits of eye, brain, and teeth went flying out in a pinkish cloud.
“My roommate and I were playing Battlefield 2 when his brother walked into the room, pulled out a handgun, and shot himself in the face. It went in his mouth and slid up along his jawline and out his eye. Bits of eye, brain, and teeth went flying out in a pinkish cloud and he fell back against the wall, still very much alive.
We secured the weapon and applied pressure on his face until the paramedics showed up.
The worst part is he lived. I no longer live in the city that happened, so I don’t ever see him, but I’ve been told he’s permanently retarded now.”
—altaltaltpornaccount
6. It was one of the many times my mother tried to kill my father.
“I think one of the worst was when father came downstairs one morning with his face covered in blood. My mother was a tad…off. She placed sewing needles into the bottom of his pillow so while he slept he slowly compressed onto them without waking. When confronted my mother just laughed and said, ‘oh so that is where all my needles went!’ It was one of the many times she tried to kill my father.”
Tree fell in my neighbor’s yard down a steep hill. It was a huge tree 5 ft wide x 70 feet tall;
Crane was pulling up on a piece of it while a grunt worker was chainsawing the piece being pulled by the crane to separate it.
The crane cable tension was tight on the piece he was cutting so when the worker cut through enough of it the cable ripped half of it up the hill and the worker’s chainsaw went straight up into his head.
I’ll never forget him trying to walk a few steps and pull it out before he fell over dead with the saw still humming away.”
8. There was…a lot of blood pretty much everywhere.
“School shooting at my high school. I was fine but when the police evacuated us out of the school they kinda walked us right through the area where it started. There was…a lot of blood pretty much everywhere. They hadn’t moved one of the bodies out either and had covered him up with a blanket but we knew. Man, that shit sucked. That image of the school sticks with me and it’s been almost 20 years now.”
9. My mother grabs her by the throat and picks her up and presses her against my window.
“So my mother sister and I lived in a small apartment. An important thing to note is that my mother was a psychiatrist (she lost her license for attempting to kill a patient) so she had a very large collection of pain killers, psychedelics and more. So it was my sister’s 13th birthday party and my mother decided to down an entire bottle of cough syrup, enough vodka to kill most people, and probably something else. It gets to be about 11 at night and my sister started making plans for her and her friends to sleep in the living room. At this point my mother starts trying to hit on some of her friends and demands to sleep right next to them. My sister says no and gets slapped across the face so hard I could hear it clear through my bedroom door. Next thing I know my sister has grabbed the phone telling me to call the cops and my father while she starts barricading my door with her body. ‘I will burn this whole house down if I have to’ gets screamed at us as my mother breaks my door with a large knife in her hand. All I had time to do was tell the cops we needed police at our address before she points the knife at me all tells me to give her the phone. My sister then grabs the phone screaming for help as my mother grabs her by the throat and picks her up and presses her against my window. Lucky for us the police station was about a 5 min walk from our home so the cops were there after about 10 min of our little bedroom standoff, as soon as we saw the cops lights out the window my mom dropped my sister and sealed herself off in her room. I have never been able to forget the look in her eyes as she pointed the knife at me, it still gives me nightmares years later.
I would say we got a happy ending but my dad was about the same as my mom so my sister and I got split up and we both ended up homeless. I found some very good friends I now call family to take me in, but my sister was not so lucky. I have not seen her in about a year now because her husband is abusing her even though she says he is perfect.
TLDR: Drugs are bad, and don’t try to kill or even threaten your kids. Thank you for taking the time to read all this.”
10. I opened my eyes to see nothing but darkness and could hear nothing. At least dying didn’t hurt, I thought.
“1996, aged 19, I went on an Inter-Rail trip round Europe with my then boyfriend. Best trip ever, and cost peanuts compared to what I spend on holidays now with my two rugrats.
Anyway, we were on the Greek Island of Corfu (some ferry routes fell under the Inter-Rail system) and hired little 50cc mopeds for a couple of days so we could see the island. It was nighttime – about 11.30pm, the sky was very dark due to clouds and we were heading back to our hostel via a very steep, very bendy mountain road which had cliff drops at the side. Scary enough, but then a truck comes tearing up around a blind bend at us, on the wrong side of the road – his lights were on full beam and dazzled me totally. I tried to pull over so he didn’t hit me, but skidded and went straight off the cliff edge at about 30mph.
I have a very strong memory of the sensation of flying and falling, whilst my heart beat so loudly in my ears it was deafening. I remember I held my breath the entire time this was happening, but my bf said I was actually screaming at that point. Then it’s as if I blacked out of fell asleep because what seemed like centuries or eons later, I opened my eyes to see nothing but darkness and could hear nothing. At least dying didn’t hurt, I thought. Then, instantly, Oh, I’m still thinking! That’s not what I expected, I thought everything would just stop. Maybe it will in a minute. Maybe this is it and I’m about to go. So I waited… and waited… That was the scariest moment ever for me in my whole life. Just waiting to see what came next, knowing it was inevitable and I could do nothing to change it.
Just then I heard distant yelling in another language and also noticed tiny specks of white light in the ceiling/sky above me.And then I realise I can see stars and streetlights by the shore, and the truck driver plus some other guys are yelling in Greek. My boyfriend is screaming my name. I’m alive, and I am hanging almost upside down, caught by my backpack straps in a tree which is growing out of the cliff side.
it took a long time for them to get down and rescue me and the moped shop was very pissed off about the loss of their moped. I have been on one since but only briefly! my family have never been told this story as they’d probably lock my now 40 year old self up in the cellar, even now, just so I could never do anything as stupid again.”
11. I could smell the smoke from the fire. I could smell the metal. I could smell the blood.
“Driving across the country on government travel. In the panhandle of Florida heading west on the interstate. It’s been raining off and on so I’m taking my time and trying to be safe.
Eventually I see traffic starting to slow ahead. As I get closer I see bodies and cars scattered on the east bound lanes.
First I see a big dude without a shirt laying in the middle of the road. Someone is doing CPR on him. He’s clearly dead.
Then I see a vehicle fully engulfed in flames.
Then I see another vehicle upside down. There’s people trying to flip it. Someone is stuck inside.
I pull over and get out. An ambulance rolls up. I identify myself and jump in the back to grab some gloves.
I go to the first person I can find. It’s a guy. He’s in and out of consciousness. His foot and leg are wayyyy broken. He has large knots on his head. I just hold c spine and make sure he doesn’t get up every time he comes to.
I see a kid in the grass in front of me who seems fine. A lady tells me the kids mother is on the other side of the interstate and seems in bad shape. There’s nothing I can do. I just stay with my guy until I’m relieved by paramedics.
It was raining. I could smell the smoke from the fire. I could smell the metal. I could smell the blood. Multiple people died.
I’ve dealt with some bad stuff with work… but the fact that I was traveling across country and not expecting or thinking of it…it got to me.”
12. The way he was breathing was the most disturbing thing I had ever seen.
“I once witnessed the aftermath of a bar fight. One small drunk guy kept pushing a large sober guy for no apparent reason. Large guy knocked him out with one punch but from what I heard it was a vicious punch. I found the man laying between two pool tables, he had hit his head pretty bad when he fell back, it was bleeding. He was completely out, wouldn’t respond to any of my attempts to wake him up as we waited on the ambulance. The way he was breathing was the most disturbing thing I had ever seen. His body was on survival mode to keep his lungs pumping air. It was hard forceful breathing. Blood pouring from his mouth because several of his teeth had been knocked out. When EMS finally came and took him away I couldn’t even look at him any longer, just to see someone in such a helpless state. The poor man even pissed himself. I found out later he had to be life-flighted to a larger hospital because he had bleeding on the brain. But he has apparently recovered and still up to his old ways. I never want to see someone like that ever again.”
13. I had to come face to face with the scene where my brother committed suicide.
“Scariest moment is when I had to come face to face with the scene where my brother committed suicide.
Growing up I have always had trust issues so whenever a relative passed away I was like ‘meh’ because I never allowed myself to become attached. However this doesn’t apply to my immediate family. They have my absolute trust and love.
My brother committed suicide by drowning himself in the local lake and when my family was notified it has already been 4-5 hours. Yet when I arrive there I was so scared and shaken up that I had to confirm several times that it wasn’t a nightmare. Logic flew out the window as I proceeded to ask an officer ‘what are the chances of my brother being alive?’ Knowing that it’s been hours since he jumped. I was 25 at the time too. I had to suck everything up and comfort my parents with false hope by saying this is probably BS.
I will never forget that moment, where all logic just flew out the window.”
14. The thoughts you have when you think you are going to get shot are quite odd.
“I was in a bank robbery six years ago. I still remember the horrible feeling of realizing that it was not a joke and was actually happening. Two men with guns inside, shouting ‘Don’t look! Don’t move!’ I remember feeling completely panicked and helpless. I have never felt so helpless actually. I felt like time completely stopped while it was going on. It felt like I was standing there forever hoping no one got hurt. I remember I could taste a metallic taste in my mouth. And the thoughts you have when you think you are going to get shot are quite odd. I still occasionally will have terrible nightmares about being trapped somewhere with someone with a gun.”
15. I have never in my life been so scared. Never have I ever thought I was about to be murdered.
“Victim of a severe road rage incident. I am a small 26 years old woman in a Mazda 3.
At roughly 7am in the winter on mountain county back roads, a giant ford 350 decides I’m going to slow. He starts accelerating, first like he’s going to ram me, then at the last moment passes me illegally on a turn. He gets in front of me, and then slams on his breaks. I slam on mine and narrowly miss hitting him. We are sitting there for a minute, when he starts revving his engine. He goes into reverse and tries hitting my car. I’m screaming and go into reverse. We are now both driving down the mountain in reverse. I use my Bluetooth to call 911. They can’t make anything out I’m saying because I’m screaming. After about 100 yards of driving backwards he stops. I stop. (Idk why) I start talking to the 911 operator. The man gets out of his car with a weapon and starts running towards me. I scream again. In the distance a car is coming and the man runs back into his truck and flees.
I have never in my life been so scared. Never have I ever thought I was about to be murdered. It is not a feeling you can forget, but it’s hard to explain. I was crying and shaking uncontrollably for the next six hours. I do not drive that road anymore.”
“Was volunteering at a race and was in the middle of handing cups of Gatorade to thousands of exhausted runners who have just finished and are all shuffling past me. I’m facing them, to give them the little cups, so I’m looking back down the race course at the finish line about 50 ft from me. Massive BOOM suddenly and I see this huge poof of smoke. Everybody jumps, it was LOUD, everybody turns and looks—all the hundreds of faces that a second ago had been facing me are all now swiveled the other way. The puff of smoke goes rolling up the side of a church. Very eerie second of silence as everyone’s watching the puff of smoke and there’s this weird distant high-pitched sound (everyone’s thinking ‘could that possibly have been… a …’), then suddenly BOOM, 2nd one (‘….bomb?’) and then the weird distant sound resolves into a wave of distant screams, like, bloodcurdling, desperate screams. The screams take this couple seconds to sort of… hit peak volume, like, they sorta ramp up, and there is this tone to those screams, this pitch and raggedness of sheer terror that like—tripped some seriously weird alarm bells in my head, and every single one of those thousands of exhausted runners, who had all been barely able to walk seconds before, just all launch forward, almost levitating, and go SPRINTING past me. The look of that entire crowd just launching into motion in synchrony, all the 100’s of faces whipping toward me again and every single person pushing off into this sprint—I will never forget that. The volunteers around me run too, everybody runs (except me & another volunteer), except the cops. These cops who had been standing nearby chitchatting are like instinctively instantly running TOWARD the booms. I have never seen a huge crowd flee in panic before, let alone a crowd that had been so exhausted before. And I have never seen cops in the moment of crisis run toward danger before.
A second later a wheelchair comes bolting toward us, this cluster of people around it and this white-faced volunteer pushing it and there’s a guy in it who I think is sitting with his legs folded under him, and he’s holding these 2 red sticks out in front of him for some reason. He goes all the way past me before I realize the 2 red sticks are his tibias; he is not sitting with his legs folded under him; his legs have been blasted off. He was the 1st of 26 people w legs blasted off, & then 100s of others with chunks of flesh gouged out, eyes missing etc. This was 4 yrs ago in Boston.”
17. I walk out of my bedroom to see what is going on only to see mom collapse on the floor holding my infant brother.
“This fucked me up so badly that I can’t even remember how old I was. I know I was in elementary school and it was before Grade 4. I have more memories from pre-k than I do from between k-4. This is the most vivid one.
Waking up to my mother screaming hysterically. I walk out of my bedroom to see what is going on only to see her collapse on the floor holding my infant brother. He had passed of SIDS sometime during the night. Dad got the other brother up, tossed us both into the car, mom got in alternating between sobbing and attempting CPR as dad raced us to the nearest fire station.”
18. The night before, a homeless man had been shot and then burned to death underneath that bridge.
“The most bone-chilling moment I’ve ever had was when I was pretty young. I was with a youth group on a mission trip. Each day we would do different tasks around the city we were in. This year’s trip was to San Antonio.
We were cleaning up a street and bridge area when we found some very disturbing things. It started with a bag full of used needles. That seemed relativity normal for the location. It stepped up when we found a dead dog with a pentagram carved into its side. Under the bridge tucked at the top we found some burned sandals. That’s when the cops came by.
Turns out the night before, a homeless man had been shot and then burned to death underneath that bridge.”
19. Before raping me the first time, he choked me until I was on the verge of passing out.
“My rape. My rapist was someone I trusted, a former professor of mine. Before raping me the first time, he choked me until I was on the verge of passing out. As I was taking what I thought might be my last breaths and trying to stay calm, tears involuntarily started falling out of my eyes. When he saw that, he started cackling evilly, let go of my neck, and got this totally inhuman look in his eyes. He told me he’d killed someone once, and went on to describe the details. He also told me, ‘I like it when you’re scared. I could’ve killed you.’ He went on to brutally beat and rape me that night, and two other times before I got the courage to report it to the police and the legal system. That was three years ago, and although my PTSD has become much, MUCH more manageable, that is the moment that I still have nightmares about. Just that look in his eyes, and the cackle. I’ll never forget that.”
20. I remember thinking I don’t want to die, looking up at the ceiling and everything turning white.
“I had emergency brain surgery when I was 8, I was born with an abnormally large arachnoid cyst on my left temporal lobe that no one knew about until.. I was playing basketball in my driveway and the ball rebounded hard and was moving away from me. I tried decided to try and reenact a Dennis Rodman dive to try save it from going off the driveway. I ended up diving head-first into my dad’s truck bumper. Over the course of two weeks I was slowly dying. My dad noticed something was amiss and took me to the doctor. They did an MRI and found the cyst for the first time. It was inactive until I had hit my head very hard on the bumper, then it started wrapping around my brain stem and pulling it out. I get rushed to the hospital in an ambulance with my dad in the passenger’s seat on the way there. The EMT couldn’t find my veins so he ended up piercing my arms on both sides repeatedly, attempting to find them (creating my fear of needles). The hospital says I am going to go into surgery on later in the week on Friday (it was Monday when I arrived). That same night, I get woken up at 1 a.m. and I am already in the middle of a hallway being rushed down to surgery. I ask what’s going on and the nurse tells me (at 8 years old) that I am going to die if I don’t go into surgery now. I start freaking out and calling for my dad. He responds with ‘don’t worry son, you’re going to be fine,’ but the tone in his voice was wrong and obviously holding down tears. I look up at the ceiling and someone puts the gas mask over my mouth and nose. I remember thinking I don’t want to die, looking up at the ceiling and everything turning white. Then, almost seamlessly, I am being propelled out into space at a speed I can’t comprehend. Everything around me looked like I was out in the middle of the universe without being on a planet. Stars and light everywhere with a noticeable amount of deep purple cascading through it all. I notice I am approaching a rock. This rock had a triangle bottom and a flat surface with stone steps on it. Then I noticed someone at the bottom of the steps and something at the top. Then I WAS the person at the bottom of the steps. I started looking around and freaking out. I hear some sort of vibration and then try and focus on it. I realize that the something at the top of the stairs was trying to talk to me. I looked up and couldn’t even see it, it was so bright white that I had to look away from the pain of trying to see it. Then it asks me ‘do you want to go back?’ After that question I got overwhelmed with intense images of my dad back at the hospital breaking down and losing his shit because I died. Of him trying to move forward in life after losing me. I felt all the pain I was going to incur on my dad if I died. I started begging this thing to send me back. It replied with ‘okay but this is your last shot,’ and then I woke up in the hospital. I was surrounded by my family. No one could ever explain to me what happened. I was forced to realize we all, including my parents and grandparents whom I idolized, have no idea what is going on in the world or why we are here. Nothing has come close, in terms of fear, to being alone with an entity that very clearly had power over me. I have a wide variety of issues that stemmed both from the cyst and that experience but that is for another time. That was almost 20 years ago now and I am grateful to just be alive and spend time with my dad and family.”
1. I couldn’t believe that this was the same friendly, polite, intelligent guy my mom had hugged and fed at our home.
“In my freshman year at high school I made friends with a bunch of the upper-class guys. We played D&D and had a lot of fun being nerdy high school guys. One guy Eric and I became good friends and managed to get a few classes together. We spent most of that year hanging out. As in many friendships people sometimes have to move on so I wished him luck in college and told him to write if he had time (this was in the time before most people had home computers). 9 months later I’m reading in my room I hear my mother yell my name. She doesn’t usually yell so I run down stairs to see my friend Eric’s face on the news. He’s been arrested for murder and it’s bad. He killed an 8-year-old girl to ‘find out what it was like.’ I couldn’t believe that this was the same friendly, polite, intelligent guy my mom had hugged and fed at our home. He never seemed off or weird to anyone it was a shock to everyone.”
2. He didn’t seem like a person that would do something like that.
“My teammates (high school basketball) dad killed his mom and himself. He concluded that she had cheated on him, so in his kitchen, in front of my teammate and his little sister, he pulled the trigger on his mom. Then, he led police on a chase downtown and killed himself on the street. We were seniors at this time, and we all knew his father very well. He had coached our AAU team a couple of times, and was very active with the team. He didn’t seem like a person that would do something like that.”
“My (adoptive) uncle is an attempted murderer but since the motive and the sentence is the same as an actual murderer’s, I think he counts. He was always a smart dude and a talented artist but ever since he was a small child, he had pretty bad anger management issues. He nearly took off my dad’s (his older brother) left foot with a lawn mower when they were elementary school because my dad pissed him off. He got expelled from most schools for getting into fights and was in and out of prison ever since he was 14. He got his GED when he was 16. Strangely enough, he was really good with animals and was never mad around them. By the time I was born, he was in prison for assault.
Before he attempted to beat a prison guard to death, he was learning to speak French by watching Radio Canada Télé, and was giving prisoners some really fucking great tattoos. He was incredibly knowledgeable about the news and very well read. From what I can tell, he’s still learning French, reading, and watching the news but now from a SuperMax prison, where he will most likely spend the rest of his life.”
4. Not someone I knew closely, but someone I deeply admired and respected.
“Not someone I knew closely, but someone I deeply admired and respected.
I had a professor that I thought completely had their act together. This person had a career and I life that I wanted for myself.
Years later, I heard the terrible news that my professor had died in a murder-suicide. She and her husband were going through an ugly divorce, and she shot him on the front lawn before turning the gun on herself. It made me realize that I likely had a completely shallow and incomplete view of her life, and how wrong we can be when we make assumptions about other people.”
“Was friends with a guy in grade 9/10 (?), he’d always pick me up to hug me when I saw him. We weren’t super close but enough that we talked about once a week. We flirted on and off and I had a bit of a crush on him. One morning I woke up and checked Facebook and all of my friends are freaking out.
“I can’t believe you would do something like this”
“You sick bastard” etc. etc.
Turns out the night before he went on a coke binge, broke into a house, killed the 30-year-old woman there, raped her body and molested the 2-year-old.
He was charged as an adult and I believe he will be out next year.
“My dad murdered a man in 2006, we were very close when I was very young, up until he relapsed into his heroin addiction when I was 4/5 , then he became horrible and abusive to my mum.”
7. Nicest guy, kind that would give you the shirt off his back.
“One of my best friends from high school killed someone in a bar fight. Nicest guy, kind that would give you the shirt off his back. Several years in prison over a 50-cent pool game.”
“There was a girl I knew in high school, we hung out most days and every few days I end up seeing her whole family. She had a younger brother who was kinda shy and would pop around every now and then. A few years after high school he became really good friends with a lot of my friends through college and so I’d still run into from time to time. Sometime during college, he got into a fight with his gf and ended up killing her. It hit the news a few times that he was on the run and I always said there was no way that was the same guy I knew. A few days later he shot himself in his truck while on his way back to town to see his parents. That’s when I knew for sure it was the same guy.”
“My cousin married a guy she had dated for a long time. They had a decent relationship from my point of view. Any time I had talked to him, he seemed nice and our family liked him a lot.
Then in July 2015 she was found shot in her home. Her death was extremely questionable. It was ruled as an “undetermined case” for a while.
At her funeral and in the days directly before and after, I learned all this dirt about their relationship. Apparently he was having an affair and she was really depressed. He was acting really off when I saw him, and seemed to be faking some of his sadness.
My opinion is that he murdered her, but almost our entire family believes it was a suicide. So fucked up. She was only 27. Not even a year after her death, this dude was already with another woman, and has blocked a lot of our family on social media. He even blocked my cousin’s sister from my deceased cousin’s Facebook memorial page. He’s a scumbag.”
“My friend who we will call Thomas, killed his two brothers at 13. I knew him from a very young age and he was always skittish but kind. One night he gets up and smothers one brother then stabs the other with a kitchen knife like 20 something times, then he just went back to bed covered in blood. He got out of the prison system at 22 and he still seems the exact same as he was before, which worries me. I had a beer with him yesterday.”
11. He was generally good at heart but extremely misunderstood.
“An acquaintance/friend-ish (didn’t know him that well, he was in my extended group of friends) of mine that I partied and met randomly from time to time when I was about 15-18 ended up joining ISIS a couple years later. One day when I read the news online he was among Norway’s top 5 wanted people. It was surreal.
It was the seclusion, isolation and generally shitty people around him that made him join them because for the first time he felt he was heard, trusted and loved. Also the reason he’d do ANYTHING for them and was so easily manipulated into becoming the exact opposite of what I remember him as.
I think about him from time to time, how a dude who was generally good at heart but extremely misunderstood went from being an outsider that just wanted recognition from his peers to a wanted terrorist. I’m not even sure if he’s still alive or if he’s actually killed anyone but he most likely has at some point.”
12. He was one of the most popular guys in school.
“I knew a guy in high school who ended up killing his father (who was in a wheelchair), and a cable technician that was at his house.
When I knew him, he was one of the most popular guys in school. He was a stud baseball player, always had pretty girlfriends, and hung out with a lot of the popular crowd.
When he graduated high school, he signed with the minors and got a pretty big signing bonus, around 250K. That money ruined him. He bought a big house in town, and all his friends from high school lived there rent free and basically trashed the place. He was a year ahead of me, so while I was a senior we would go to parties there every weekend and it was the definition of a trap house. Drugs and alcohol were in endless supply, with no parental supervision or police intervention (the house was up in the hills, his nearest neighbor was probably a quarter mile away).
I lost touch with him after I graduated high school, but apparently he dived pretty deep into drug addiction and lost everything. He moved back in with his parents with a pretty serious meth addiction and I didn’t really hear anything about him for a few years.
I saw his name pop up on the news one day saying that he had killed two people at his parents’ home with an axe. He led the police on a manhunt for a while before they caught him. If I remember correctly he broke in to a few houses while he was on the run as well. Last I heard he’s mentally unfit to stand trial and was diagnosed with psychosis and BPD.
It’s really quite sad, that kid had so much going for him but his life turned out so tragic.”
“I used to work at Krispy Kreme and had a pretty cool shift leader that would give me rides home. A couple of times, we went to his house and hung out, and he would tell me about his past life selling drugs. I knew that he was kind of sketchy, but he always seemed to be a nice guy to me. He ended up getting fired for sexual harassment, and I never saw him again after that. About a month later I read in the news that he had killed a local football coach and dumped the body off of a bridge into the Tennessee River. I never once felt threatened around him, but it’s crazy to think that he knew where I lived.”
“One of the guys in my basic training class in the army was wanted for murder in Florida. none of us knew. He was a super nice guy, and he slept in the bunk next to mine. one day we are in formation for PT when our drill sergeants come running up with 3 military police and shout ‘Where is Private Smith?’ Somehow he had figured out they were on to him and gave everybody the slip and disappeared. nobody ever saw him again and I never found out what happened to him.”
“I worked with a guy who would always bring me cigars. I thought he was the nicest dude. Other people who worked with him also said the same thing. Except for one person who said that he always mentions arguing with his wife a lot. Well one day he doesn’t show up for work and I get a notification on my phone from the local news saying that a man had stabbed his wife about 50 times in the middle of a Walmart. We were all floored!”
“I didn’t know him that well, but a couple of years ago I lived next door to a girl who’s since become a very good friend. Through her I got to know her sister and said sister’s boyfriend: We weren’t best buddies but we’d end up chatting over a cup of tea if we were both invited over at the same time, and I helped them with some computer trouble once or twice and even gifted him my old hand-cranked coffee grinder so he could use it for his weed.
He was a quiet sort of guy, civil enough in conversation but never really friendly as such, at least not to me. Which was fine, because we didn’t really have much in common. I got the impression he’d had a few run-ins with the law, over and above the weed, but everyone makes mistakes and as far as I knew he was cleaning up his act, especially since he and his partner had a child.
Fast forward a few years, having moved house and not seen my friend for a while, and while we’re catching up over lunch I happen to ask about her sister… and she casually mentions he’s doing time for attempted murder. And apparently her most recent ex is also doing time for something similarly unpleasant, hopefully not in the same facility because that would be cruel and unusual for them, every other inmate and probably the guards as well.
The girl really knows how to pick ’em, that’s all I can say.”
17. He was a cool guy and was fun to joke around with.
“I worked with a 16-year-old guy at a McDonald’s who’s now in jail for Malice Murder. He was a cool guy and was fun to joke around with but it took an accusation of who had has his stolen cell phone for him to decide to come to work and headshot someone. I was there that day but left a few hours before the shooting happened. I don’t work there anymore though. Here’s an article.”
18. He was really bright, happy-go-lucky, athletic, and really cool.
“One was a popular kid, turned drug addict, went on a burglarizing spree of jewelry, electronics, and pills and stabbed a 91-year-old woman who was in one of the houses he broke into. Before he was really bright, happy-go-lucky, athletic, and really cool. He always talked to me and I actually admired him, at least til he started showing up high on Xanax all the time.
Another came from a broken home with his mom and 4 sisters from different fathers. He always had a short temper but was in sports and stuff so he had some promise. After graduation, he joined a “gang” of methheads, got addicted to meth, and stabbed another methhead in a fight.”
19. He was a smart guy and a good student, generally with a happy demeanor at all times.
“I was in several classes and an after-school club with a guy and a girl who started dating senior year of high school. Two years later I read in the news that he shot her point blank in the face with a shotgun, killing her, and then drove to the police station and calmly turned himself in. He was a smart guy and a good student, generally with a happy demeanor at all times. I can’t remember ever seeing him upset. It was very shocking to everyone.”
“We went to middle school and high school together. I looked up to him for his self-confidence. He dated the undatable. He was confident as fuck. Senior year he goes to jail for shooting someone in a robbery, when asked why he was there, his response was ‘we went to rob a Mexican.’
Story: one time in 7th grade we’re in class, and I’m standing about 7 feet from him. I put my hand up and make a gun then ask him what he would do if someone did this to him. He said he’d take the gun so I move closer and I’m about 2 feet from him, and ask the same question, he replies with the same answer. So I’m at point blank range, hand in his face, and ask him what he would do if someone did this but pulled the trigger. I shit you not, he said ‘I’d dodge the bullet.’ The thing that was so admirable was that he actually believed it. He was so confident it made me start to think, maybe he could dodge the bullet.”
“I knew this woman who murdered her husband. When I was in middle school, we would sometimes skip school at her house. She was super nice and was a happy person. She shot her husband with a shotgun while he slept. She’s still sitting in prison and will probably never get out. She said that he was abusive for years. Her two sons were understandably never the same.”
22. He was super nice to the kids with learning disabilities.
“Someone I went to school with.
He ran with a relatively bad crowd (as bad as kids at a school in suburban Ireland can be…). He would however always stand up against them bullying anyone and was super nice to the kids with learning disabilities that would come to our school every Wednesday. He was actually a nice enough guy—just ran with a bad crowd.
He raped a woman, murdered her then raped her again for good measure.”
23. He was very nice. Bought his mother and grandmother a bouquet of flowers for Mother’s Day including chocolates.
“He was very nice. Bought his mother and grandmother a bouquet of flowers for Mother’s Day including chocolates. He always shared his stuff and helped out if you needed it. He could be playfully aggressive at times but that was about it. About a week after Mother’s Day he took a hammer and murdered his grandmother with it.”
24. She is the last person you would ever think doing something like that.
“Yes, I dated a girl in high school who ended up a few years later convicted of killing 4 people by setting someone’s couch on fire on their porch. I don’t believe she meant to kill anyone, but the fire got out of hand and people died.
She is the last person you would ever think doing something like that. She was a bubbly, theatre person.”
“I worked with a guy who murdered his wife. She disappeared going to a dinner party or something and they found her body a few days later. He was a prime suspect but they couldn’t pin him on it.
He was arrested a few years later because of some crazy detective work and went to prison.
He was a super nice guy. We played golf a few times and talked about running and I had no idea he had that in him.”
26. He was a cool kid. Super nice and always down to share his weed/help out a friend in need.
“We weren’t super close but hung out a few times a week to smoke and do drugs when living in the dorms freshman year. The summer after that year he snapped and killed his entire foster family.
He was a cool kid. Super nice and always down to share his weed/help out a friend in need. Shredded on the guitar and we actually had a lot in common. You could see it in his eyes that he had some demons in him though. Anyone who stared into his eyes too long always said something made them feel off. Kids doing life w/o parole now :/”
“I knew a guy who was a friend of a friend. He was a super intelligent guy. He was a software engineer and learned code on his own. I felt like he was always a little off but not violent it dangerous. He was dating a girl and they had a tumultuous relationship. She disappeared. I was over at his house with my friend one day when people came by asking he had seen her it knew where she was and he denied that he knew anything about it. Turned out later, according to him, she came over and they got in a fight. She came at him with a knife from the kitchen. He wrestled it away from her and stabbed her. She died after a few minutes. What makes the story worse is instead of calling the cops and claiming self-defense or whatever he tried to burn the body. It didn’t work. So they have in on video surveillance at Lowe’s buying tarp, a chainsaw and black trash bags. He proceeded to cut her apart and place her body parts in 10 trash bags. He then placed those 10 trash bags in 10 different dumpsters around the city. He wore gloves and drive her car to a motel some distance away. He knew her social media account password and made posts from her saying that she needed to get away and things like that. He could have gotten away with it if he hadn’t confessed to his dad. There was no body. They never found any party of her.”
“My dad had a good friend (let’s call him Richard) when he was younger, he went to high school and later had him as a roommate for a little over 2 years. Guy was a really cool dude (not anymore), the type you’d love to have over and he was really good with women.
Jump to 5 years later, my dad is around 25 and he sees him at a party and he’s hanging out with a girl around 5 years younger. They both chat about the good times as roommates and Richard asks my dad if he wants to get with them for the night (as in a 3-way). My dad politely declines as he doesn’t like the idea and Richard and the girl leave some time after.
My dad doesn’t hear about the guy for a couple years until he sees him on TV. Richard had raped, killed 4 women and he buried them in his parent’s field.
He got 25 years (Canada yay) and he should be out in a couple years.”
“A guy who I carpooled with to middle and high school ended up going to jail after a conviction for dealing meth. When he got out in 2011, he moved in with another drug dealer. Early in 2012, the two got into a disagreement over how much money my classmate owed him for drugs, so he shot his roommate in the head. He then fled the scene and went into hiding with the assistance of several people. The cops arrested him a few weeks later. Last I heard, about half a dozen people were arrested as accomplices, and my classmate pled guilty to manslaughter to avoid a trial for second-degree murder.
I had no idea he was going to turn to a drug dealer and a murderer. He seemed to be a normal kid when I knew him. I was completely shocked when I saw his name in the news associated with a murder. LINK1LINK2”
“I was friends with Gerri Belmonte of Pembroke Pines, who murdered his adoptive mother who was actually his aunt IIRC.
I was friends with him in the sense that I was close friends with some other kids in his neighborhood and he was just always there.
We all played football and ‘manhunt’frequently and so on. Gerri was always nice to me and while he did have a penchant for doing crazier stuff than everyone else, he never seemed to be a mean guy; at a gym near the same neighborhood he helped me learn how to lift some weights, one time.
This was all over a decade ago. A while back I stopped hanging out in that particular neighborhood and eventually lost contact with those guys, but I’d still see his ‘sister’—the daughter of the victim—because she hung out with people I knew.
I did not really believe it when I heard about it, but sure enough I even knew the cop that arrested him…
Apparently he had allegedly robbed his own family a few times too, but those are allegations, and so hearsay.”
31. He was always super nice to me, and we always joked around.
“My aunt dated a guy when I was a kid, that later ended up killing another girlfriend of his and attempted to have her daughter killed. Honestly, he was the only boyfriend of hers I’d ever liked. I spent a lot of time their house, and I got along really well with his daughters. He was always super nice to me, and we always joked around.
What I didn’t know as a kid was that he used to beat my aunt. When she found out that he’d murdered this other woman, she wasn’t too surprised. He had a violent temper, and tried to choke her to death a few times.
The last time I saw him was when he was on trial. I went with my aunt when she testified against him. He looked out at the audience, saw me, and did a double take(this was when I was in my teens and slightly ‘Gothed out’) and that was the clip the local news used during their coverage of the trial.
It’s weird to reconcile the awful things I’ve found out about him and the man I remember as a kid. I have absolutely zero doubt that he did murder his girlfriend, and there is an evil inside of him. But at the same time, I know there is a shred of humanity in there too, and even my aunt agrees with that. I know he’s written her a letter since he started his life sentence, and I think that she replied, and they’ve kind of forgiven each other in a weird way.”
“I went to elementary school with someone who ended up killing a woman outside of her salon. When I went to school with him he was nice and we were friends. He didn’t show signs of actually doing such things. I know another guy who I went to high school with who attempted to murder his ex-girlfriend’s new boyfriend. This kid was something else. I went to this skating ring that would hold dances and he was there. I was 15 and this fool tries handing me a condom and when I looked horrified he said I’m just joking. Later on I saw him at a movie theater and he had like 15 bandanas of various colors tied to random parts of his body. He was also on an episode of Maury for a lie detector test. About 4 years later he was arrested for attempted murder.”
33. He was a star high school soccer player and was a really nice guy.
“One of my best friends’ brothers killed someone with an axe. I was in absolute shock when I heard it. He was my older sisters first boyfriend. He was a star high school soccer player and was a really nice guy. I don’t remember an interaction with him that was negative. He ended up getting Lyme disease and a huge drug user. Was under the influence during the murder and pleaded insanity. It’s still hard to believe such a good guy did that.”
34. The side of him I knew was kind and intelligent.
“I knew Quin Glover, he was a part of the murder in Mt. Vernon NH a while back. He was in my church group and we went on trips together. He came to youth group the night after the murder and had to leave because of an ‘emergency call.’ The side of him I knew was kind and intelligent, although I can’t say I didn’t see darkness in him occasionally. Still I mostly remember the time he saved a ladybug by bringing it back outside and the time he collected all of our groups bottles at a train station because he wanted to recycle them and there was no bin in the train station. Yet he and his friends killed a mother and tried to kill her daughter in the name of a band.”
“Grew up with a friend who murdered his dad. Had really bad schizophrenia and believed his dad was Satan. He told the police that the character in American Pie told him to murder his dad. He turned himself in to a police officer and confessed to the murder about an hour after it happened. His body hadn’t even been found yet. The police found him lying on the kitchen floor with a knife stuck in his head. He told the police that ‘the world should rejoice because I killed Satan!’
Growing up he was a totally normal kid. We’re weren’t really friends anymore when it happened but he and his dad were over at my parents’ house for a Super Bowl party about a month before it happened. He was definitely pretty weird then but not like crazy weird. Mostly just socially awkward. For the record, too his dad was a great guy. His feeling about him were totally illogical and completely because of his schizophrenia.”
36. He was very quiet and was always really nice to me.
“My brother’s childhood best friend ended up killing his pregnant girlfriend a few years back. He was very quiet and was always really nice to me as we got older and started going to the same parties/hang with the same people. Some of my friends always thought he was creepy which I could see but since he was a friend of my brother and always really nice I just brushed it off. Turns out they were right.”
37. He was shy and kinda awkward to be around but was nice enough.
“Back in college I ran cross country and this guy who joined the team right before the school year started. He was shy and kinda awkward to be around but was nice enough. I even gave him rides home after practice sometimes since he didn’t drive. During practice, he would always run on the other side of the street from the rest of us and flat out ignore instructions from the coach. It got to the point where the coach just told him to stop coming because he just wouldn’t listen to anyone. About a year later we find out he got into a fight with his grandfather (early 80s) who he lived with since his parents weren’t in his life. Wrestled with him and ended up punching him in the head so hard he died. Last I saw he was up for a possible life sentence.”
“I live in a tiny town of around 50 people; basically a village and everyone knows everyone. One of my neighbors, we’ll call him D., had two children around my little brothers and sisters age, so they would go over to their house all the time. D. and my dad even discussed going duck hunting several times together. D. seemed like an ordinary guy.
My junior year of high school we woke up to the news reporting that a girl and guy around my age had been reported missing. A couple days later they were both found dead. Police arrested D. on solid evidence left behind at the crime scene.
The girl and guy had been out camping when D. stumbled upon them. D. wanted help getting a boat into the river but was a little drunk so he couldn’t do it by himself. When the couple refused to help him, he shot the guy and killed him. He started to kidnap the girl, but decided instead to rape her and then shoot her too. He dumped her body in the back of the truck the couple had driven in, parked it in the woods, and fled the scene. They were able to catch D. because a fender on his own truck was ripped off in the woods when he fled, and they were able to match the serial number to his truck, and the bullets found to his gun that he used.
It’s always so surreal to think about him. His parents also live in our tiny little village. The whole family seems so normal. I never would have guessed D. would do something like this. What would’ve happened had D. and my dad gone duck hunting together? Would it have been a normal hunting trip or could something have set him off? It’s scary to think of.
I also think of that poor girl a lot. I didn’t actually know the couple because they were just from around the area, but they were around my age. It’s sad to think that her life ended in the way it did. She watched her boyfriend get shot in front of her, then begged for her life before getting raped and killed.
There was a documentary made about this, but I cannot remember what it was called. It was heartbreaking to watch.”
39. We were pretty close friends and he was a really nice kid for the most part.
“I played soccer with a kid named Franz around 6-7 years ago. We were pretty close friends and he was a really nice kid for the most part. His parents were also incredibly nice individuals and sacrificed everything for him in order to ensure he lived a good life.
Fast forward to 2016 and he got caught out in a fight outside of a bar. Ended up killing someone and that was the end of his life…”
6. She tells me that she is in love with my brother and has been dating me to get closer to him.
“Standing in the rain at night, after two years of dating, I think she is about to tell me that she loves me. Nope. She tells me that she is in love with my brother and has been dating me to get closer to him. I told my brother and he said ‘Hell no! Fuck that crazy bitch!’”
7. He replied with, ‘sorry I don’t go out with savages.’
“I am brown (Indian) and was 16 at that time. I use to go to an all-white high school. My friend at the time pressured me into asking my crush to our semi-formal dance. Took me a couple of days but when I finally had the courage to go up to him and ask he replied with, ‘sorry I don’t go out with savages.’
FYI* Savages is what ‘Canadian’ white settlers use to call Aboriginals.”
“‘I’d rather drop dead.’ Totally forgot about it until I saw her 12 years later at a mutual friend’s house. Found out she was newly single. I laughed at her misery.”
13. She went around telling everyone that we hooked up, but I had a tiny penis and I had trouble getting it up.
“I was at a party in high school and I made a move on my crush at the time. She turned me down quickly, and that was that…until the next school day. She apparently went around telling everyone that we hooked up, but I had a tiny penis and I had trouble getting it up.
She not only refused my request, but assured no one at the high school would ever think about getting with me.”
15. Everyone proceeded to laugh at me while they left and went with him.
“In third grade I wasn’t very popular. I was the skinny white kid that wore what his mother made him wear and had no confidence. The bullies were real.
I had two girls in my class suddenly come up to me one day, link arms with me on each side and tell me how ‘cute’ I was and how they both wanted to be my girlfriend. This went on for days. I was so happy and surprised that any girl liked me, let alone two. We would go to recess together, eat lunch, talk about our day, it was great. I vividly remember both of them mentioning wanting to ‘have sex with’ me once. All of this came crashing down though when the girl’s original boyfriend announced to them their work was done and everyone proceeded to laugh at me while they left and went with him. He had set me up with them just for this moment of humiliation. The girls took turns saying things like ‘you think any of us would like you?’
Looking back, it was very traumatizing and I’m surprised this occurred at such a young age. It wasn’t until I was a junior in high school that I actually gained some confidence and self-worth.
16. He looked at me, said ‘whatever, you’re ugly anyway’ and reached over and opened my window.
“He asked me to open the window that I was sitting by on the bus because he was hot (he was on the row opposite me) and I said no I want to keep it shut. I didn’t like having it open because my hair always flies out the window. He looked at me, said ‘whatever, you’re ugly anyway’ and reached over and opened my window.”
17. She looked at me and immediately put her hands near her upper chest and went ‘eeeeeeeeeew’ like she just saw a mouse run by.
“History class in 6th grade. teacher made the class pair up for an assignment. I was paired with this girl who looked at me and immediately put her hands near her upper chest and went ‘eeeeeeeeeew’ like she just saw a mouse run by. I was chubby and wore shitty clothes so it wasn’t confusing as to why.”
18. She pulled me aside and said, ‘Hey so I know you have a crush on me and I just don’t feel the same way so can you stop liking me please?’
“Not sure if this counts as rejection because I didn’t even ask her out.
In middle school, I had a crush on this one girl for a while. One day she pulled me aside and said, ‘Hey so I know you have a crush on me and I just don’t feel the same way so can you stop liking me please?’
I didn’t even ask her out and I got rejected by her.”
19. I say, ‘Hey, how are you?’ Her response was just ‘Don’t talk to me.’
“My first day of uni, nervous as hell, and I wanted to make friends. So this girl sits next to me, and I say, ‘Hey, how are you?’ Her response was just ‘Don’t talk to me,’ and we sat through that hour lecture in complete silence.”
21. They all laughed as I walked away and one of them made sure to point and stare as he laughed.
“I was in fourth grade. It was my first (and last for many years) time asking someone out. I wrote him a letter (do you want to be my boyfriend?)
He showed at least ten people, they all laughed as I walked away and one of them made sure to point and stare as he laughed. He crumpled up the paper and smirked as he handed it to me.
24. I used to have random groups of girls come up to me and one would say ‘my friend really likes you,’ and then they would walk away laughing.
“I used to have random groups of girls come up to me and one would say ‘my friend really likes you,’ and then they would walk away laughing. I wasn’t even going to interact with them, I was simply walking home from school/college.”
25. She laughed at me. That’s it. She just laughed at me.
“She laughed at me. That’s it. She just laughed at me. People noticed her laughing and asked what was so funny. She told them how I tried asking her out. They all laughed at me, too.”
26. I asked her if she wanted to go see a movie. She laughed at me and said, ‘I think I’ll see the movie with someone else.’.
“It was the first girl I ever asked out, I asked her if she wanted to go see a movie. She laughed at me and said, ‘I think I’ll see the movie with someone else.’”
“Freshman year of high school, 1994. I’m a year younger than most, dorky, and terrible about social cues and self-awareness.
I get a note passed to me in class. ‘You’re cute. Call me after school.’ Signed Nathan, cute sophomore boy on the other side of the room. Phone number attached.
I make the call when I get home. ‘Uh yeah…my friends did that as a joke. Don’t call me.’
So awkward freshman me was the butt of a joke played on a jock. Didn’t feel great.”
1. He spiked my drink himself so he could ‘save me’ and show me how caring he was.
“I once was out with friends and my drink was spiked. One dude stayed with me to take care of me and my other friends left because we all knew him. Turns out he spiked my drink himself so he could ‘save me’ and show me how caring he was.
Edit: since people are asking how I found out, he told a mutual friend thinking that the guy would think it was a cool move. Our friend did not think it was cool, and told me what happened.
This dude also laced the one-hitter we were using with something that same night. I could have died, but he really thought he was being a genius pick up artist. The worst part is that we had actually been talking for a week or so before this—I clearly already liked him, and he still felt the need to do this.
Keep your eyes on your drink and trust your instincts.”
2. I ended up breaking up with him and getting a restraining order after he threatened to shoot me.
“I dated my ‘nice guy’ best friend in undergrad who swore he was ‘different from other guys’ after being there for me after a couple of failed relationships. I ended up breaking up with him and getting a restraining order after he threatened to shoot me. Not saying you shouldn’t give people a chance, but you should always stay wary.”
3. He would message me about how I looked really good when he saw me from his car while I was walking in my neighborhood.
“This guy I used to see around town at different events had evidently built me up in his mind and it was pretty confusing at first then scary. I saw him probably 2-3 times a week at different shows/hangouts but we never exchanged a word. Someone introduced us once but then we both moved on. He added me on FB and we would chat a bit on there about shows/life , people we were dating etc. I started to get serious with someone and would mention my partners name here and there , talk about what we did over the weekend . Eventually the guy starts sending me obscene messages , telling me his sexual fantasies and what he thinks my skin would feel like etc. I asked him to stop and he wouldn’t and instead suggested I only wanted him to stop because the guy I was seeing was controlling. I told him to get lost (kindly at first ) then more forcefully. I told my partner about what was going on and he expressed a lot of concern and offered to talk to the guy but I wanted to handle it. He messaged me later to tell me when he saw my partner going to work at night (even noting ‘he wore s flannel shirt today, right?’), he would message me about how I looked really good when he saw me from his car while I was walking in my neighborhood. I let my partner know that this guy knew where we lived and worked so we should be careful. It was stressful but I outed him to our mutual friend and it died down.”
4. He joked about raping me next time I’d stay at his place—to prove his deep respect and love for me, maybe?
“Had a friend who couldn’t understand why I didn’t want to date him. He even pulled the ‘women want assholes who abuse them’ card. Not sure how he didn’t notice all the assholes I also didn’t want to date. Friendship broke when he joked about raping me next time I’d stay at his place—to prove his deep respect and love for me, maybe?”
5. I actually dated a ‘nice guy’ once and he was so ‘nice’ that he cheated on me 14 times.
“Every ‘nice guy’ I’ve ever met has spent more time whining about how much of a ‘nice guy’ they are than actually being a good friend.
I actually dated a ‘nice guy’ once and he was so ‘nice’ that he cheated on me 14 times with all of these random girls that he would stay up all night playing therapist for.”
6. He was charged with everything from stalking to sexual harassment.
“This is going to be disturbing, and I’m still wrapping my mind around it myself.
My nice guy was a guy who met me in a sibling loss group after my twin died. He claimed to be married, he lived several states away. We were never flirtatious or romantic. I spoke to his wife many times because I realized I was taking online time from a married man’s family, and explained we were simply sharing a similar heartache. I have very little interest in men, and I made this clear. Without saying too much, I had a fairly sizable following for comedy-ish posts. Without my knowledge, over the course of 11 months, he convinced himself and most of my social media friends and his that we were in a serious low-profile relationship. I had no idea this was happening aside from one strange comment from a friend of mine, not his, about my ‘fiancé,’ that I believed was miscommunication. He moved to my area, got a job as a janitor at my office (that I had NOT told him or anyone else I work for, ever, including fake media username), befriended me in person as his real-life identity while still pretending online to be a happily married man in another region. Meaning: this neat new janitor working overnights with me in building was the same guy I was talking to online, and I had no idea.
One night my work server contacted my personal phone stating I had requested passwords at a time I was out of office and off work devices. I cancelled the request tickets and logged out of everything remotely, wondering if there had been a stutter in service. The next night the janitor was harsh and tetchy with me. I remember that day, the guy from the sibling loss group made a very odd, out of character confession about killing a small pet of his daughter’s. When I barely responded aside from “that must have been horrible for her,” he made up a story that it was injured accidentally when he accidentally kicked it.
The next morning I got another service response for my work device. I took my device to the IT guy the next day and asked him to check it out, if anyone else in office had bogus service tickets sent during off-hours. He came back to me saying it looked like I had been in office til after 7am, and asked about drinking at work or exhaustion. I leave hours before then. The hairs on my arms were up, that’s for damn sure. I asked him if I could get cleared to take my devices home that night. No requests for service, but endless messages from the loss group, that I let him know I was too busy for.
The next morning (meaning just hours after I’d gone home) I got an emergency meeting notification. When there’s an emergency at work, it’s NOW. Rushed in as fast as I could and there was half a table of people looking very much like concerned fathers at the board room table. And pictures of me, my house, my daughter, my car, the back of my head at my desk, me eating, me making the weird face I do when I’m reading another email from PR, of…my anonymous accounts on media, my family’s headstones, etc.
The janitor had left them.
He was really early 20s, single after attempting to beat his female friend’s blood brother to death out of jealousy after he convinced himself they were sleeping together (???) and had multiple protection orders against him in his home area. He had moved to escape people looking to, ‘make sure he wasn’t a problem again,’ and I was his secondary aim.
He had been stealing my devices after I went home and trying to get into them. His language and tactics made it clear he thought he owned me and I was just being stubborn. There was a long, arduous inquiry into our “relationship,” see, he had listed himself as my dead brother when he applied for the janitorial job, and his address was mine. He was unceremoniously tossed out, charged with everything from stalking to sexual harassment of everyone who saw the pictures he’d taken. The wife and child were his sister and his sister’s child. I had never spoken to a “wife,” he had an entire series of social media profiles set up to make it look like he had an extended family and dead sibling in order to join trauma groups and manipulate people who needed a friend. His bills were paid for by another series of women he was having pay him for friendship and sexual attention.
I work in a minor branch of law enforcement, and he thought he was clever trying to convince me to fall in love with janitor-him by being mourning-married-man him. He thought if he ~exposed~ the nice, sometimes morose me having a totally appropriate online friendship with a married man that I would either be ruined or be blackmailed into being his quarry til he moved on. He also had detailed out how my daughter (who is adopted) would be adopted out to make room for our ‘real’ children together.”
7. He went ballistic and told me he couldn’t be with a girl who had no respect for herself.
“Met this guy online through one of my friends. He seemed pretty nice, so I would text him periodically throughout the day and he wanted to video chat once so we did.
He became obsessed with me and wanted to call every night before he went to bed. He told me I would be the perfect wife and that we should have 3 kids. He wanted to move me out to the cattle ranch he owned and operated so we could get married and start a family. We had been talking for maybe two weeks.
I was looking for a job to get through college and jokingly shared a ‘now hiring dancers’ sign at the local strip club on Snapchat. He went ballistic and told me he couldn’t be with a girl who had no respect for herself. We weren’t even dating, but he ‘broke up’ with me on my birthday.”
8. He kept calling me up to tell me he could see I was broken and he was going to save me.
“I was potentially interested in an acquaintance. Spent some time with him, decided I didn’t want to date him, said no when he asked me out. He kept calling me up to tell me he could see I was broken and he was going to save me.”
9. You sit down and he sits just a little too close to you. You get up and he follows like a puppy.
“This poor guy. Oh lord. He tried so hard, I felt so bad. I tried to tell him… hell…he met my boyfriend several times. But he kept trying. We were both part of a subculture that promotes young marriage and he was sure I was the one, at first sight….
Minus the incel-type shit. It was painful to watch and more painful to experience. Socks and strapped sandals, cargo zip-off pants, graphic buttons down shirts, fedora, transition lens glasses, the works. If we were in middle school, he’d be the one with the rolling backpack who runs everywhere. All he was missing was a katana.
You sit down and he sits just a little too close to you. You get up and he follows like a puppy. Well, no, because everyone loves puppies. But he follows, just a little too close. He walks you to the bathroom. He tries to carry everything for you and hold the door and talk sweet, failing on all counts. And your heart goes out to him because it’s like…if someone would just give him a chance, maybe they could help him over this initial anxiety he has and maybe help fix his issues with connecting to girls. But taking him on as a project isn’t really ethical, and I’m not going to break up with my boyfriend just to help a guy. Anything he overheard you mentioning, he’d try to insert himself, like Michael Scott. If he knew nothing about it, he’d tangentially (and quickly!) steer the conversation into one of his interests. And he would call/text/email over and over and over: I hope he had an unlimited plan.
The cringiest thing to happen was at a talent show. I was going to sing a duet with a guy, who got nervous right before we were supposed to go on. NiceGuy overheard and is happy to sweep in and save the day, except the one problem of where he doesn’t know the song. And wants me to write the lyrics and music for him within the next six minutes before we are supposed to go on. I say no, it’s okay, I’ll just tell the sound guy to skip the duet. NiceGuy of course is not okay with this and jumps up to run to the sound guy for me. OriginalGuy comes to the rescue and says he has regained his courage and will go on with the show. NiceGuy is not okay with this, because he wants to be the hero of the night and to be singing a romantic song together. Long story short, I wind up singing a romantic duet with both OriginalGuy and NiceGuy at the same time. I’ve probably never felt as uncomfortable on stage.
I ‘escaped’ a few months later by switching states and changing my phone number.”
10. He starts sending me texts or cornering me in the halls at school asking if I’d sucked my boyfriend’s dick, if he’s seen me naked, etc., etc.
“During middle school, I used to sit with a group of friends at lunch and we would play trivia games. Anyway this guy, I’ll call him ‘John’ would play with us- he was more or less part of our circle of friends and basically ran the whole trivia game, sometimes he would even bring small prizes such as packs of gum or Hershey kisses for the winner, no one ever asked him to, he just did. He was also always really nice, he would text me constantly and we would share personal things, venting and offering advice.
Anyway fast forward to the beginning of 9th grade, I had just broken up with my middle school boyfriend and started talking to another guy, we had hung out a few times too a few weeks after I had gotten out of my relationship. John happened to drive by one time while we were walking around and immediately texted me about it, practically blackmailing me that he would tell all my friends I had ‘cheated’ and that if I wanted him to not then we needed to grab a cup of coffee together and I needed to explain the situation to him (which I did l, over text).
Fast forward some more and I’m now dating the guy I had been talking to and John is still talking to me about his problems and doing what friends should do when out of nowhere things get weird. He starts sending me texts or cornering me in the halls at school asking if I’d sucked my boyfriend’s dick, if he’s seen me naked, etc., etc. Of course I didn’t tell him anything but then things got weirder. I leaned over one time and saw my boob then all of a sudden had to go out of his way had to pull me aside and tell me because he was ‘just being nice.’ He later texted me multiple times telling me why he should be allowed to ‘see more’ and how he was better than my boyfriend and would treat me better and we already talk about our problems etc. etc. I said no on multiple occasions and he just would not take it.
For months he followed me relentlessly and then pulled the whole ‘I’m going to kill myself because you don’t love me.’ And ‘you only don’t like me because I’d actually treat you right.’ After that we didn’t talk for months and grew apart over the years. Now we’re graduated and I just got a text from him thanking me for my friendship and asking to go out for coffee like ‘in the good old days.’”
11. I’d come up from the water & his dick would be out. He’d be grinning wildly at me & shaking it.
“When I was in sixth grade, I hung out with this group of kids in our apartment complex, most of them much older than I was. Chad was 16 with braces, acne, horrid teeth. He would separate me from the group & corner me for a kiss all the time, telling me I owed him because his mom had me over for dinner since she knew I was a latchkey kid. ‘We take care of you, don’t we? Take care me.’ Gross, I never did it.
Sometimes we would have fun playing basketball, or going swimming. If the other kids in the group wandered off, I’d come up from the water & his dick would be out. He’d be grinning wildly at me & shaking it, & as I ran away slipping on the wet tiles, he shouted crazy shit about how I can’t come over for dinner anymore.”
12. He’d message me every 5 minutes and insist on calling each night.
“I met a guy, let’s call him Dan (because that’s his name), on Facebook. We had mutual friends in common, they vouched for him, and the chats we had were innocently about bands, movies, the best location for hot chocolate. We were both 23. I had PTSD at the time from a car wreck, and liked the distraction of Dan’s conversations.
I went away to the US for 6 weeks, and he was ‘curious’ about what it was like there, so the chatting intensified, with me sharing photos of different places and anecdotes about what I’d been up to. When I got home, I agreed to go on a date with him to get hot chocolate. He insisted the only day that worked was the day I’d arrived home, after a 28-hour flight. I agreed, but said it would have to be short. He ended up driving us over an hour away to get hot chocolate (warning flag 1) and then a further hour to get a nice view of the city (warning flag 2). I was nervous, but too tired to really complain, and all he did was play with my hair.
After that, he’d message me every 5 minutes and insist on calling each night. A week later I had to get surgery on my shoulder. My mum couldn’t take me to the hospital, so he said he’d give me a lift. When I was there, I kept saying he’d better go, and he just…lingered. The nurse came in and said to get changed into a hospital gown, everything off except panties, etc. etc. HE WOULDN’T LEAVE THE CUBICLE. He said he’d ‘see everything eventually’ and so I shouldn’t be shy, and to let him help me undress. I kept asking him to leave, and eventually had to call the nurse to call security to get him to leave.
When I woke up Dan had blown up my phone with messages (200+) that started off nice, ‘I hope your surgery goes well, sweetheart. I love you’ to ‘hit me back ASAP’ to ‘you ungrateful bi+c* I hope you’re dead’ to ‘I’m sorry, I’m just worried about your surgery. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. You’re the very best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I love you so much.’
That freaked me out, and I sent a text that just said ‘leave me alone, please,’ and then never replied. Dan showed up at the hospital in the morning, and I just pretended to be asleep. He stayed for 4 hours. Each time the nurse came in I just pretended to be out of it, then pass back out.
He’d wait outside my house for hours for weeks afterwards. He bought us tickets to go to America, promised a fully paid trip including a trip to Vegas, because he didn’t want to wait to get married. I’d physically hung out with him twice. He created fake Facebook profiles using a (badly) Photoshopped photo of us together. Dan, you were a bloody creep.”
13. One time he said, ‘it’s not as if I’m asking you to commit genocide or anything, just to chat with me.’
“I had a new job — I was a data-entry monkey and was just getting used to the company. One day in the cafeteria a guy introduced himself to me. He seemed pretty nice, honestly. I think we could have been good friends.
Anyway, we had this Skype-type program to talk to each other. The first time he chatted me I chatted back for a few minutes. No big deal.
But he started chatting me all the time. Like, all the time. My supervisor would be there training me and I would have to be repeatedly closing the window on him and typing to him ‘in training’ and he would still be chatting to me. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. One time he said, ‘it’s not as if I’m asking you to commit genocide or anything, just to chat with me.’ If I ignored him he would wait maybe 15 minutes and send me another message.
He also started offering me really expensive teas—I think because in the cafeteria I had said I liked tea. That’s what I had been there to get. He called us the tea club. I tried to not accept them, but he would show up at my cubicle with cups of tea and literally leave them there. One time he told me he had spent a third of his month’s pay on a new type of tea-leaf for us to try. I was horrified.
Oh, and he would say off-putting things about like, how pretty and talented I was. You know, the basics.
Luckily the Skype program saved literally all of our conversations, so one day I just printed them all out and brought them to HR. Most of them were him asking for me to chat and me ignoring him. I was worried that it was going to be a horrible, awkward meeting and I really did feel awful about telling on him, but HR was really nice. It turns out they already had several similar complaints, so he was fired the next week. Sorry, tea-guy. I hope you find the tea-girl for you. But it wasn’t me, and I needed you to accept that.”
14. When I refused to answer him he was upset cause he was such a nice guy and we had ‘been friends so long.’
“Guy I was friends with when I was in 5th grade and he was in 8th adds me on FB once I hit 16 and immediately asks me if I masturbate. When I refused to answer him he was upset cause he was such a nice guy and we had ‘been friends so long’ even though I knew him for a year forever ago.”
“He kissed me and when I pushed him and said wtf!!!! He said ‘there ain’t no such thing as free lunch!’
Prior to this he had begged me for weeks to eat lunch with him because he had no friends to talk to and he was going through a harsh divorce. So when I finally felt bad enough to go and eat with him he insisted on paying for it, even though I tried to pay for my own meal.
Anyway he made me drive his car to drop him off because he had one glass of wine, and in the car he kept telling me to call him by his first name. And I refused but he kept insisting, then when I stopped the car he just fucking went for the kiss.
16. He said ‘you bitch.’ Then walked away and in a quieter voice muttered ‘lying sluts.’
“As a cashier, I was ringing up some guy’s purchases and he was super friendly, then he said I was pretty and had really nice eyes. I said ‘thanks, they’re actually contacts.’
His whole demeanor changed. He said ‘you bitch.’ Then walked away and in a quieter voice muttered ‘lying sluts,’ still loud enough for me and the sweet old lady in line behind him to hear. I was upset about it at first but when I told my fiancé about it later we started laughing over how ridiculous it was.
Now it’s a running joke between my fiancé and myself and we laugh about how when I don’t out the lid on the toothpaste or something that I’m a “lying slut”.”
17. He flipped out and was screaming ‘just take my help and like me for once, you standoffish bitch.’
“Worked at Macy’s and at the time I was riding a moped. It was crazy rainy and I was trying to get the thing to start when one of my coworkers called me asking if I was working tonight. I told him if I could get my moped started I would but if not I would have to call out, he offered to give me a ride and he was generally a nice guy to everyone in the upstairs department so I said sure. A few weeks later my moped blows a fuse in the parking lot after a late shift and he must’ve me pushing it towards the sears garage because he pulled up in his car offering to help when I said no cuz it’s a tiny fuse that I know my friend in the sears garage has on hand he flipped out and was screaming ‘just take my help and like me for once you standoffish bitch’ and I was like whoa man I have a bf you know that and was never interested in you like that. He then grabbed me trying to pull me into his back seat and he was un buttoning his pants and I just flipped out and punched him in the face repeatedly until he let go of my arm and I took my moped and ran like Forrest fucking Gump. When I told the cops, they accused me of sleeping with him since he had seminude pics of me on his phone but the sheriff later said they were taken from what appears to be a high angle while I was in a changing room. He had been taking pictures of me changing into my work clothes for months and the other guy working in my department let him do it to other people too.”
“Had (what I thought was) a friend who lived in my building. Did normal friend things. Walked to class together, had movie nights etc…
Had a movie night one night while my roommate was away, and got a super weird vibe from him. Told him I forgot I needed to get up early and asked him to leave earlier than planned.
I have anxiety, so I couldn’t sleep and decided to spend the night deep cleaning my apartment (while muttering sorry to my neighbors for vacuuming at 1am)
Found he had hidden things all over my house. My only guess was so he had an excuse to come back, like in Seinfeld? Maybe, Idk. But it was a whole box of things. I went to put them outside in the hall and t3xt him it was out there and discovered he had turned the lock off on my door. (It was set up like the inside of the door had a button you could press so you didn’t get locked out bringing out the trash.)
I basically stopped talking to him anymore, and one day I was bringing in groceries, which he normally asked to help with, and instead he punched me in the ass cheek so hard I almost fell down and dropped everything.”
19. You’re not a nice guy if you get angry at me for rejecting you.
“I liked this guy, let’s call him Nick, and Nick and I had been flirting back and forth but I wasn’t sure if it was going to become anything and I didn’t really know how he felt or what we were. At the same time, there was this other guy, we’ll call him Ash, and he kept trying to ask me out. I would straight up say no and he kept asking for a reason and I didn’t really want to tell him that I liked another guy and screw up my chances because it was so much in the beginning and this was high school so I didn’t want him going around telling people about who I liked. He kept trying to tell me about how he was a nice guy and wouldn’t leave me alone. About two weeks later Nick asked me out and once Ash got word of that he was so pissed at me. We were never really friends, so it wasn’t that bad but more of annoying because he kept complaining after that that ‘Nice guys finish last.’ Like no, you pretty much tried to harass me into saying yes to a date when I told you no. No, you don’t have to get an explanation because I barely know you and no should be sufficient enough for you to leave me alone. You’re not a nice guy if you get angry at me for rejecting you.”
20. I was portrayed as a shallow, horrible bitch who wouldn’t give the sweet, nice guy a chance.
“Hooooooo boy. Batten down the hatches, I have a good one (that will probably get buried, but what can you do).
In college, my roommate’s boyfriend’s roommate (let’s call him Noah) had a bit of a crush on me. For a while it seemed fairly innocuous, following me around, making weird awkward comments, but nothing too bad—I just thought he was a weird guy. Since our roommates were dating each other, I figured I could at least be friendly.
Eventually, he asked me out, and I tried to (kindly) explain that while I valued him as a friend, I just didn’t see him that way. I also had a boyfriend/clear love interest at the time (which Noah definitely knew about), so there was a zero percent chance of me going on a date with him anyway, but I tried to be nice about it.
Long story short—a couple of weeks later, I go to a comedy show on campus. I knew Noah was in the stand-up group, along with my roommate’s boyfriend (which is why they were friends), but didn’t really think anything of it. Show starts, everything’s normal, and then it’s Noah’s set. Noah gets up to the mic, looks right at me (it was a small theater), and proceeds to do an entire public stand-up set about how I won’t date him, and he doesn’t understand why, because even though he’s awkward and nerdy, he’s a sweetheart. I, on the other hand, was portrayed as a shallow horrible bitch who wouldn’t give the sweet, nice guy a chance. He also gives a brief history of his crush on me, which apparently spanned two years; he mentions keeping a journal about me, keeping track of my movements, etc. He also mentions that he had recruited friends to come watch me play (I was an athlete in college), all in his quest to impress me, the ungrateful horrible bitch who wouldn’t date him. This went on for twenty minutes. I couldn’t leave, because the theater had a rule where you could only leave between sets.
So afterwards, I ask some of my guy friends about the stand-up set, and it turns out that the weird stalkerish details that were ‘jokes’ in his set were completely, 100% true. Here I thought Noah had been my friend all along, but it turns out that almost everything he did was part of a long campaign to get into my pants. He really did keep that ‘notebook,’ although it was more like a series of notes—roommate’s boyfriend sort of knew about it, but wasn’t sure how to tell me (ironically, this caused them to eventually have a fight, because my roommate was angry that he didn’t tell me or her this was going on). It included some pretty creepy details, such as my schedule, notes on whether I was single, and things like ‘I hosted that party, and MiniPlesiosaur was 32 minutes late, and left early.’ This explained a lot, considering that his next party invite said something like ‘I bet MiniPlesiosaur won’t be 32 minutes late to this one!’ Ugh.
So basically, a ‘nice guy’ semi-stalked me for two years, and then when I rejected him, did a very public comedy set about how I wouldn’t date him, bashing me for being a terrible person and inadvertently revealing the depth of his creepiness. Awesome.
Edit—for those asking about the audience reaction: Noah didn’t mention my name in the set, I got a pseudonym, but it was clearly about me. Audience reception was mixed but generally uncomfortable. It started out fairly innocuous but quickly got awkward, and since I went to a tiny school there were definitely quite a few people who knew it was about me.”
21. He told me I must be a lesbian because I saw no problem with it and that explained why I didn’t fancy him.
“11 years ago, I met him online, he seemed really nice and we’d chat through MSN. I’d only seen a picture of him and he never wanted to go on webcam which I thought was odd but didn’t push.
When I finally met him I found out why. He’d clearly gained a lot of weight since his picture was taken which could’ve been forgiven if it wasn’t for the following.
I wasn’t interested in a relationship. I’d made that clear before once I’d said it again in person he turned into this complete twat.
The final straw was when we got into the subject of homosexual relationships (can’t remember why) and he told me I must be a lesbian because I saw no problem with it and that explained why I didn’t fancy him. I shit you not.
I told him he was deluded and not to contact me again.
A month later he messaged me on msn, which was bad enough as I’d forgot to block him, to tell me he’d had a threesome and how I’d missed out. I’ve never laughed so hard in my life and told him ‘using both hands does not constitute a threesome’ and blocked him.”
“Went on a date with a guy I met through OKCupid. It was a very nice dinner date, we had a lot in common. We ended up walking around and talking for a couple of hours after dinner. It is getting late and I have work the next morning, so he walks me back to my car parked in a nearby garage. We are saying our goodbyes and I reach for my car door. He stands in front of it, saying, ‘no, the date isn’t over.’ He has a smile on his face, so I think he is joking. I laugh, then reach around for the door again. He doesn’t budge. I try a second time, this time attempting to physically move him out of the way. He still doesn’t move. I am suddenly aware that I am on the 5th floor of this garage, there is only 1 other car on this floor, the blue light is on the other end of this floor and he did marital arts for years (he mentioned that on the date). So, I cannot win if it came down to a physical attack and asking to get in my own car wasn’t working, so I start trying to figure out an alternative. We are still talking, since I figure I don’t want to upset him. I mention multiple times how late it is and that I need sleep before work the next day (but stop trying to move him). His response was dismissive, saying I could just drink some coffee in the morning. After about 15 minutes, he finally moves out of the way and I go home.
I now refuse to let first dates walk me to my car. I used to think it was a nice gesture, but now I am worried it could easily go much worse than this did.
Worst part was that it really was a very pleasant date, one of my better OKCupid dates. I still wonder what I did wrong. Did he want to hook up and thought preventing me from leaving was akin to asking me? Did he not feel confident I really did want a second date?”
23. He grabbed the shot out of my hand and walked away with it.
“One time I was at a bar/club and I had ordered a Jägerbomb, the guy next to me that I had been talking for me about 30 seconds decided to try and buy me the shot even after I said ‘aww you don’t have to do that’ a couple of times. Right after the handed me the shot my boyfriend walked.by and asked me a quick question. The dude who ordered the shot asked who that was and when I told him it was my boyfriend, he grabbed the shot out of my hand and walked away with it.”
24. He started screaming at me, calling me a slut and grabbed my arm really hard.
“I was out with a group of friends and there were two guys I hadn’t met before in our group. When we were on the fourth round someone asked me why I wasn’t getting another one and I replied by saying that I would like to have enough money left to survive the month (we’re all students). So one of these guys that I don’t know offered to buy me a drink. At first I said no, but then he kept on telling me that I could make it up by buying him a drink next time. So eventually I agreed. Later that night when the bar closed, the group split up and everyone headed home. We were about five people going in the same direction, him included. I lived a bit further away than the others at the time and was used to walking the last bit by myself. I remember asking him:
‘Oh, do you live by the stadium as well? Or do you live even further away?’
He just looked at me perplexed and said ‘I don’t live here, I’m going home with you aren’t I?’
I told him that I was sorry but that he might have gotten the wrong signals, however since he had walked so far he could crash on my couch if he wanted to.
He raged. Like full on lost control. He started screaming at me, calling me a slut and grabbed my arm really hard. I was scared but also so angry at him that I was able to hit him with my purse (I always carry a book in my purse and that night it was a hardcover) and ran home. I still had a bruise on my arm the following day. Fuck that guy (not in the literal sense).”
“There was the guy who confessed his love for me when I had repeatedly explained to him that I was not at all interested. He then got very upset with me because ‘what was he supposed to do now’ since he’d already told HIS FIANCÉ about me and she dumped his ass. Then he started ranting about how much he hates Mexican girls because ‘we give white guys no play.’
There was the guy I went on 2 dates with that showed up (uninvited) to my birthday party with a fucking ring and like 5 dozen roses and started ordering my friends around to bring him beers. When I would not accept the ring, he jumped in his comically high truck (there was a slight struggle) and peeled out. I ran into him months later and he let me know that he was doing OK, despite what I had put him through. Thank god Manny…thank god!
Oh yeah the Big Pun lookalike grown man that was friends with my high school boyfriends older brother. He would constantly hit on 16-year-old me and tell me that my bf would cheat on me all the time and he would be so good to me blah blah blah. We see him at a party and he just starts to completely berate me in front of everyone we know and my bf about how I’m just a notch on his bed post and that my bf bangs other chicks every weekend, that I should get checked for STDs, it went on and on. This guy was literally like 400 lbs. of big scary cholo so of course no one said anything to him. I left in tears. Fuck that guy.
26. He would follow me around the city after I begged him to leave me alone.
“Obsessive white-knighting family friend (who I never had anything with and regularly told him straight up that I was not attracted to him in any way) :
Would turn up outside my lectures at uni. He didn’t go to my uni. He would then follow me around the city after I begged him to leave me alone, one time I started yelling and crying in the middle of the city and he still persisted. Was a large reason as to why I dropped out my first year and didn’t leave the house for months afterwards.
Would turn up at random events that I went to. Would just stand there staring at me in the crowd.
Tried to convince me to come to his house for a surprise. I didn’t go obviously but found out he spent all day making a fancy lobster dinner. Raged at me because I didn’t come.
Bought expensive tickets to the opera as a surprise. Again raged when I said I wasn’t interested.
He did a lot of shit like that for about 4 years since I was around 15.”
27. I had to get him banned from the library for stalking me.
“Let’s call him Tony. At my uni a bunch of apartments in neighboring student living complexes were assigned to each other to like…get to know each other? it was Stupid. anyway. Tony was That Nerd. you know the one. The one that thought no girl ever dated him because he was a Nerd (it was because he was an asshole).
He would come over all the time. and find me at work in the library and just. start talking to me. like I understand social awkwardness, but this was too much. I was not looking for any kind of relationship since my fiancé had just left me and I’d also started coming to terms with my sexuality. Anyway,
Tony insulted my roommate and acted like she couldn’t understand physics because she was a girl. Like flat-out told her she wouldn’t understand ‘the physics behind’ a project he was working on when she expressed interest. belittled us for being English Majors. Found out I liked the Flash TV show and started to rant about how it was ruined forever because one of the leads was cast as a black woman instead of a redhead, but assumed I would agree with him and thought I was some special rare flower for liking comic books (which I hadn’t actually read much of and didn’t try to pretend I had) and it was just. really strange.
Anyway he shows up one day when I’m in my living room watching something—I think Daredevil?—with another friend and we paused it and waited for him to say something. He asks me out. takes his fedora off, because yes, Tony bro actually wore a fedora. I thought that was a myth. I turned him down, politely, citing my recent breakup, sexuality that was 100% non-compatible with dating him, and that I was feeling ill. He instantly turns to my friend ‘what about you, then?’
‘I…don’t even know you?’ Kenna was better than me with confrontation. She pointed at Matt Murdock getting his face beat in. ‘We’re busy. Goodbye.’
Later, I had to get him banned from the library for stalking me to whine about black women in comic book adaptions.”
28. He told everyone who would listen I was a whore.
“His name is Dillon. Dillon and I have known each other since the 2nd grade and he used to be my younger brother’s best friend. Dillon and I ended up going to the same college, so my brother asked Dillon to look after me. This caused Dillon to stick to me like glue, and being in a new place only knowing him, I stuck around. Suddenly everyone referred to me as ‘Dillon’s wife’ and I went along with it because it was just a joke, right? Well then Dillon got really into it and suddenly professed his love to me, when I told him I didn’t feel the same way he told everyone who would listen I was a whore. Told my friends with benefits to ‘back off my girlfriend’ and texted me almost every day telling me how nobody would ever love me like him. So eventually I just ignored him, his harassing messages and let him make an ass out of himself by spreading vicious lies about me. He dropped out of college. I’m graduating with two degrees. He still messages me every now and then asking me to run away with him and get married.”
29. We all got drunk and he decided to corner me alone and insist that I owed him a relationship and that it was ‘about time and enough is enough.’
“He was my friend’s housemate and we all hung out as a trio watching movies and talking about life. I never hung out with him one on one; it just seemed like the trio was better. I also never flirted with him. Then on my birthday party we all got drunk and he decided to corner me alone and insist that I owed him a relationship and that it was ‘about time and enough is enough.’ I freaked out since he wouldn’t let me leave and slipped away.
The next morning, he tried to pretend he didn’t remember what happened, by messaging me that ‘he didn’t remember anything last night but he was sorry if he offended me.’ I called him out on his shit. He responded with ‘figures. Guess I never had a chance anyway.’ I blocked and unfriended him.
Every time I saw him after that I pretended he didn’t exist and he looked very hurt. But it was a very frightening situation he put me in, and demanding that I be in a relationship with him was crazy talk. If he’d asked me on a date I might have been receptive. But he jumped from 0 to 100 and no.”
30. He started to follow me home, sometimes even hiding in an alley near my house, watching me walk.
“When I was in junior high there was this new kid. He didn’t have any friends, so I decided to try and be friends with him since I felt bad. He told me that he had moved to the school because he had gotten into trouble (not sure what kind, but bad enough to have to move schools), and that if he got in trouble again he would be expelled. I was shocked by this, but I still tried to be friends with him. One day we got a homework assignment that required us to do research on the internet, and he told me that he did not have a computer so I decided to let him come over to do it. Nothing happened, and he had been really nice.
For the next couple of weeks after that he started to follow me home, sometimes even hiding in an alley near my house, watching me walk. He would never say anything to me about it, but I started to get really freaked out and scared that he would do something. I started to try staying at school later, if even for 10 minutes, because he would give up and go home. One day I stopped seeing him, I think he got into trouble and either moved schools or was expelled though I have no clue what actually happened. For a little after that I saw him in high school, but I never talked to him again. I was afraid that if I talked to him again he would start following me again, and did not want to deal with it.”
31. After I had to firmly reject him, he called me a feminazi and that I was being sexist to him!
“Guy in school asked me out four times, I told him politely that I’m not attracted to him and we are friends. Then proceeded to ask me for ‘friends with benefits’ he was clearly just looking to get laid. At the time, I was learning about feminism and pretty vocal about it so his frequent argument was ‘my mum is a feminist so I was raised to be a nice guy and therefore you should date me’ and ‘you are lucky to know me because nice guys are quiet and overlooked.’ Basically considered himself a godsend to women. After I had to firmly reject him, he called me a feminazi and that I was being sexist to him!”
Ok calm down, edgesaurus; we all have. There is this fine line of TMI and casual information and then as soon as dudes cross it on their profile it becomes an instant no-no.
A friend wanted to know why he was never getting girls. This was on his page. I told him if I saw this I’d see it as a major red flag and indication of negging to come.
I have no issue with people’s personal preference but that is just rude. If you are uninterested in overweight people just don’t talk or engage with those people.
16. “I’m not going to write everything here. You should just message me to really get to know me.”
Bro. Bro. BRO. THERE ARE HUNDREDS OF YOU. You HAVE to give me a snippet! I can’t message all the hundreds of guys trying to figure out simple things! And then so many of them turn into an angry man child if you find something that means you’re simply NOT compatible
!I seriously don’t understand the logic behind this. You are setting yourself up for failure. There’s just not enough time in the day.
18. “If you can’t handle my sarcasm, you won’t last.”
this translates into ‘I’m a major asshole who says mean things to my partner. When she gets upset, I like to blame her for not being able to handle me and being too sensitive.’
Don’t put that on your dating profile. It was pretty awkward seeing him every day after reading that. And that’s why I don’t put my picture on OKCupid. Or Tinder. Shudder.
22. “I am sexually adventurous and want to experience a younger woman.”
So you’re either full of venereal disease, cheating on your wife and have venereal disease, or you are 50 and still looking to lose your virginity? As it turned out, that guy wanted to invite me on a three-way with his ‘wife.’ Nope.
23. “I’m not trying to get hurt anymore. Seems like all the good guys get treated like shit. My last girlfriend was cheating on me so I’m a little insecure right now. Please don’t be one of these fake girls who’s just gonna hurt me and fuck my friends behind my back.”
Uhhhhhhh, your baggage is way too heavy. I can just picture getting back to back text messages round the clock if I don’t respond immediately and getting called out of my name if I want to go out with friends.
Please note, if you’re over the age of 30 writing this on your profile, you’re dooming yourself with women.
1) More than 50% of guys put this on their profile—it’s not original 2) This doesn’t imply you’re light hearted and happy. This implies that you run for the hills when life hands you a bad deck of cards and you’re not ready for commitment.
Whether we like it or not, life is hard. Most of us by age 30 have witnessed some life hardship; parent getting sick, financial struggle, fired from an important job. What makes a potential date sound great is not only could we have fun together, but we’re at the very least testing if someone is going to be able to handle things like this in life and if there will be a shoulder we can lean on.
If I see this phrase, it immediately makes me as a woman looking for a relationship less interested in meeting you.”
So, right off the bat, you’d be willing to lie, ashamed of me, and wishing things were different. I feel like that’s not conducive to a successful relationship.
15. “Don’t judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.”
Listen lady, if there is one thing I will never change, it is the feeling of self-satisfaction I get when i judge strangers for superficial reasons. Ain’t to woman special enough for me to change.
Well, no shit, Sherlock. I sure hope so. I mean they are mini human beings after all. I guess I just assume we are not going to throw them in the river if we start seeing each other.
I get it. Everyone has their own body preferences. But I wager if I put on my profile, ‘must have D-cup sized breasts or larger,’ there would be a problem.
Really? You enjoy an experience that your brain is hard-wired to derive pleasure from? Tell me more. Also somewhat telling that none of the women who say this ever cook, bake, garden, or perform any other food-related hobby or task.
“I was once in the drive through of a Las Vegas Jack-in-the-box that was being robbed. I pulled up to the window and this guy inside the window points a .45 at my face and says ‘You better get the fuck out of here homey.’ I was so shocked that the only thing I thought was, ‘What about my tacos?’”
“True story my great uncle got really pissed at my grandpa. So he ended up getting really shitfaced later that night and pulled a loaded pistol out on me and my uncle and said ‘I’m going to kill everyone here tonight’ and me and my uncle looked at him and said ‘You’re drunk’ so he gave us his gun and said you’re right and stumbled off to bed.”
“I was held up by some kid with a knife. Short little knife, not even about two inches long. I backed up and pulled out my six-inch switch blade and told him ‘Kid, I will fuck up your world.’ He just slinked away shaking like a leaf, I called the police, and waited at the 7/11 the was a block away shaking and chain smoking.”
5. Fuck off man, you don’t have a gun, and you’re not fooling anyone, you pussy.’
“I was pretty drunk one night at the bar with my girlfriend at the time, and some of our friends. One of our friends got blackout drunk and was about to fall asleep on the bar, so I offered to drive her home in her own car so she wouldn’t have to come back in the morning, and I’d just walk back. My girlfriend at the time decided to come with us.
So we drop this girl off, park her car, and start walking about a mile back to the bar. Halfway back, we pass through a somewhat rough area. A homeless-looking man, looking very suspicious and shifty, walks up to us and asks for a dollar. I truthfully tell him, ‘Sorry man, but I just spent all my cash at the bar, I have nothing.’ He gets irate and reaches into his pocket and says that he has a gun, and that he’s going to shoot me and take all my money anyway.
Being nearly blackout drunk myself, I bust out laughing and tell him, ‘Fuck off man, you don’t have a gun, and you’re not fooling anyone, you pussy,’ in a good-natured manner, like you’d tell off a friend that was obviously fucking with you. I take my girlfriend’s hand, and we just…walk around him. His hand is still in his pocket, reaching for his gun. He has a completely dumbfounded look on his face. I realize about 2 blocks away…he was trying to mug us. Lol. My girlfriend was not pleased.
I should add that I’m a pretty small dude, and the dude was pretty big. He wouldn’t have even needed a gun to completely ruin me. I have no idea what I was thinking, I just…wasn’t thinking. I’m not a brave man, sober me would have probably stuttered a lot and offered him anything he wanted. But nope, drunk me just wants to joke around with everyone apparently.”
6. ‘If you’re going to do that, let’s not do it in front of our family.’
“Cousin with mental health issues threw a table at me, but missed; he grabbed the leg and put me to the ground and shouted, ‘I’m gonna fucking kill you, smash your skull!’ I responded with, ‘If you’re going to do that, let’s not do it in front of our family.’ Slightly different based on his medical mental condition, but for some reason that brought him back.”
7. ‘You can go have some Oreos if you put the gun on the counter.’
“I was babysitting for my cousins (aged 5 and 3, I was 14 at the time) and the 5-year-old found his dad’s handgun and was waving it around like a toy. He was pointing it at things and pretending to shoot them (not putting his finger on the trigger thankfully), and at one point he pointed it at me and pretended to be a bank robber. I told him if he handed me the gun he could go get the package of Oreos on the counter and we could have some. It actually worked, and I stuck the gun on a high shelf until my aunt and uncle came home.
As it turned out, the gun was loaded. My aunt made my uncle buy a gun safe and put all the guns in the garage after that.
tl;dr: For the love of god don’t leave your firearms where your young children can find them. No matter how much you tell them it’s not a toy, they will still treat it like a toy.”
“When I was 22 I had a gun put in my face because I was drunk and probably hit on his GF. I apologized and told him he’s a lucky guy. Idk how that worked.”
“That’s what I said to the guy who’d just slammed me face-first into an ATM and drew a knife on me as I staggered to my feet. I kicked him and ran out of the bank’s vestibule. By the way, he went to prison! Thanks ADA Heinrich!”
9. ‘Is this really worth life in prison if you shoot me?’
“I was accosted by a young kid with a gun, he couldn’t have been more than 13. I can’t remember the exact conversation, but basically, the kid looked at me and said, ‘Give me anything you have, and I’ll let you go.’ I wanted to freak out, but something in me said to remain calm. I said something like, ‘Is that a real gun or an Airsoft?’ And he pulled out the clip. Sure enough, it was real, surprisingly. I said, ‘Look, kid. I don’t have anything but five bucks and this shitty phone that isn’t going to really get you anything. Is this really worth life in prison if you shoot me?’ He looked at me, looked at the gun, looked at me, started crying, and turned around and walked away.
I did call the police and alert them that there was a kid walking around 14th street brandishing a firearm, but by the time they got to where I was, the kid was long gone. I pointed the cops in the direction he went and what he looked like and all that stuff, but I’m not sure whatever came of it.”
10. ‘Look around, there’s at least 20 witnesses, someone will talk.’
“I had just gotten off my apartment security job at a ghetto complex. As I walked to my car, a drug dealer was standing in front of it.
He saw me and pulled a firearm out of his waistband and put it to my head. I looked at him and looked at the people around him. He was 10 feet from a pool full of parents and kids, everyone was watching.
I looked him in the eyes and said, ‘Do it if you want, I’m just a guard and I’m off-duty. I don’t give a fuck what you’re doing here, this is just overtime for me. But look around, there’s at least 20 witnesses, someone will talk.’ I opened my car door and got in, he put his gun back in his waistband, got in his bicycle, and left.
I drove as fast as I could home and changed my boxers.”
11. ‘Tell this dude that if he stabs me with that, I might be hurt, but I’ll survive and be a hero for killing him after.’
“An Iraqi police officer who I had been training for 4 days, he was mad at me when he thought his beef stroganoff had pork in it. I tried to explain through an interpreter to no avail. He was the youngest and biggest in the bunch, and I think was peer-pressured into confronting me. I told him that if he didn’t go back to his room, eat, and be quiet that I would destroy him. Bad idea. He came back to our guard shack a few hours later with a sword, a ceremonial saber from the wall of an office in our compound. He had the look in his eyes, bloodlust. I stood up, woke the terp up, and said ‘tell this dude that if he stabs me with that, I might be hurt, but I’ll survive and be a hero for killing him after’ ::::translating::: more ‘tell him to get the fuck out of here or I will stop feeding him for the next two weeks’::::translating::: . Then the kid went back to bed and me and my buds had a good laugh. He apologized to me after he graduated.”
“Finished up at a club one night at about 2 AM, was 22 at the time.
Was standing down the street from the club waiting for a cab with a friend, when we were approached by an ‘indigenous’ guy (Australia).
Held a knife up to my chest and was told to hand over cash and cigarettes (I didn’t / hadn’t been smoking—so that was weird).
Was so drunk I just laughed, pushed him away and told him to fuck off. He just sort of stood there dumbfounded for a second and then walked off, the friend I was with freaked out a bit but she eventually calmed down.
Woke up in the morning and was a little shell-shocked when I remembered what had happened.”
“At the time I worked at a grocery store as the closing manager, and on my way home at stopped at this shady was gas station just down the road from the store. I needed gas and was gonna grab a Rockstar for late-night gaming to take my mind off the shitty day I had just had. So here I am, cold as piss, pumping gas and waiting. Next thing I hear from behind me is: ‘Gimme your wallet, white boy!’ And I say aloud, ‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ All I’m thinking is, How could my day get worse?
Fortunately for me, the owner of the station came out with a big-ass revolver and scared the guy away. Guy dropped his knife and boogied.
Tl;Dr: having had enough bullshit in my day almost made my mouth overload my ass and almost got me shanked.”
“Was on a cruise at age 13, and I made friends with some older guys. Youngest was 17, older ones were early 20s. In hindsight, they were obviously up to no good, but being naïve and feeling cool as hell, I spent a lot of time hanging out with them, often late at night.
One night we were on the top deck at around 3 AM. Kota (the youngest and who I was closest to) was not there tonight. They were drunk and I was just tagging along (not drinking) and one guy decided it would be funny to draw on me with permanent marker. They closed me off, surrounding me so I couldn’t leave without jumping off the ship. They moved from drawing inappropriate things in visible places (forehead, neck) to drawing inappropriate things in not-so-appropriate places and began to lift my shirt. One picked me up because I was struggling. Lifted me over a railing. I just said, ‘C’mon guys, knock it off. Kota (the younger friend) would be really pissed if you guys do this’ one of them had a sudden moment of clarity and got me to be put down. He told me to go and I did. Never told anyone what really happened except for my girlfriend and a few close friends. God knows my family doesn’t know.”
15. ‘ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME! I GET FIRED AND NOW THIS WANNABE THUG ROBS ME, IS THIS SOME SORT OF FUCKING GAME TO YOU, GOD? DO YOU ENJOY MY TEARS, YOU SADISTIC FUCK?’
“I had a mental breakdown actually, so it was hardly talking. I was 15 at the time and I had just lost my shitty job at a local grocery store and I was walking home and I was still a bit on edge because I had to tell my parents that I was fired.
Basically, the street I was walking down connects to a side street full of less than nice people (it was the ghetto), and as I walk by a kid (who I found out later was a freshman at my school, which was a stupid move on his part) walks in front of me and pulls a pretty big knife out of his hoodie pouch and does the typical ‘Give me your money or I stab you’ routine. And I just remember this mixture of anger and sadness take over and I just started screaming. A tl;dr of it would be like ‘ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME! I GET FIRED AND NOW THIS WANNABE THUG ROBS ME, IS THIS SOME SORT OF FUCKING GAME TO YOU, GOD? DO YOU ENJOY MY TEARS, YOU SADISTIC FUCK?’ Then I pulled out my wallet and flung it at him, he opened it up and found an astonishing 0 dollars in it, dropped it, and then hauled ass. I just picked up my wallet and cried the rest of my way home.
Called the cops when I got home and they eventually found the kid after he robbed an old guy on his jog.”
16. ‘Dude, are you serious—seriously going to shoot me? For what? I haven’t got any money.’
“I was walking home late at night across town to pick up some medicine for my girlfriend (I don’t drive) and was walking down the main highway. I had music blasting in my ears and was completely zoned out for the entire walk until I saw a guy on a BMX bike with a backpack on the opposite side of the highway beeline right for me. He stopped his bike about five feet from me, unzipped his backpack, and reached in while saying,
‘I’m going to fucking kill you.’
He started to pull what looked like a paint can with a handle until I put my hands up and said ‘Dude, are you serious—seriously going to shoot me? For what? I haven’t got any money.’
At which point his eyes went wide and stuffed the weird metal thing into his bag and got out of phone. ‘Oh, fuck man I’m sorry! I thought you were this guy in a rival gang that beat up one of my buddies! Here let me show you on my phone…’
and he showed me what the rest of the metal thing was. It was a homemade gun that looked like it was made of pipes and was in the shape of a sub machine gun. I have no idea if it worked, or why he was going through the effort of unlocking his phone, scrolling through his entire gallery, just to show me the thing he almost killed me with.
Then he told me to have a nice night and to please not call the cops on him for almost killing me, then rode off.
“Was helping my boss move into a new house and after we finished we sat around and drank a few beers. Boss’ wife goes into the other room and comes out with a pistol and points it right between my eyes from 2-3 feet away and says, ‘Do you think I can’t shoot you?’ Now I know that there some Rambo types out there but as hard as I tried I couldn’t look down the barrel of that pistol—my eyes kept closing and it was hard to look straight at her face. I said, ‘I think you could but I wish you wouldn’t.’ She looked at me for a second then turned and emptied the gun by shooting up the room. 10 seconds later I was in my car and down the road. I quit of course and later I heard she went to the office with an automatic rifle and sprayed the place with bullets—no one was shot and I’m not sure what became of that crazy bitch. This was in Alabama in 1990 so probably not much.”
“Consciously drowning. Imagine being totally awake and aware of your faculties, hopelessly stuck underwater, and having to convince yourself to breathe in or pass out.”
“Scaphism. You’re basically force-fed honey and milk (enough to make you violently shit yourself)—all the while tied up within two boats (like a coffin) and then over a period of a few days eaten alive by thousands of insects.”
“By Brazen Bull. Stuck into a bronze bull status, put on a fire. Very long. And the only way to breathe is by a tube relied to the mouth of the bull, as you screams of pain into the tube, it sounds like a bull.”
8. Buried alive in a coffin too short to fully extend.
“Buried alive in a coffin too short to fully extend. Unleveled so your feet are a good foot above your head so you constantly slide down. Not enough room to get your arms above you to rest your neck. With the coffin slowly filling with water. Covering your eyes first before going into your nose, leaving your mouth as the last way to breathe.”
“I drunkenly debated this with my friend, and it was agreed that drowning in a deep fryer is the worst. It combines being burned to death and drowning. Plus assuming you inhale a bit of grease, you also burn your insides so it’s worse than just burning alive.”
“Alzheimer’s or dementia. Being lost, confused, losing your sense of self, etc. Forgetting everything that made you ‘you’ and all the people and things you cared for slowly ripped from your mind as you simply decay into someone else entirely. You die before your body does.”
“Tied or strapped down so I can’t move, and left in a pitch-black room (add silent for you people who can hear!).
All nutrients and fluids needed to survive injected into me automatically, so I’d live the rest of my life in total sensory deprivation and only be able to die from old age or through illness.
Simply existing, not living. That would be the worst.”
“I’ve heard a story about a man getting into a fight outside a bar. Angry and drunk, his opponent drops him through a manhole. Unfortunately, a hot water pipe had burst earlier that day, filling the sewers with superheated steam. The poor guy was literally cooked to death.”
“Terrifying, not painful. Would be breaking through ice on a frozen river. You are swept and as the current rushes you away from your only exit point you look back to realize the only chance for hope is that little dimming ray of light from the hole.”
“When you’re working under a car and the jack stands malfunction and your car drops right on top of you crushing your lungs all while you’re struggling to push the car up and free yourself.”
“A family member has a terminal illness called Multiple System Atrophy (MSA) which is a really bad version of Parkinson’s. Her body is slowly shutting down but her brain is fine. She is literally trapped inside her own body unable to do anything. That’s got to be the worst.”
“The worst death possible I’d to enter a black hole. You would reach a point where time would appear to stop while you are being taken apart atom by atom.”
32. Pinned down and slowly carved by a fine cheese grater.
“Cheese grater. Like not the normal type but the really fine one. Imagine that all over your body while being pinned down, makes me wince every time I think about it.”
“I always imagined it would be terrible if someone tied me down and injected my fingers with a painkiller and then filleted the skin off and then slowly worked up my arms and legs doing the same thing while the painkiller is slowly wearing off where he started.”
34. Being dropped into a deep part of the ocean with weights on your hands.
“Being dropped into a deep part of the ocean with weights on your hands but you have an air tank. You have no choice but to stare into the dark pit as you are slowly sink and are crushed to death by the pressure.”
“I have put a lot of thought into the worst death possible, and I have named it the ‘Black Box.’
It works like this. You create a structure (material doesn’t matter) that contains the living person in the most uncomfortable, but not life threatening position as possible. From the inside they cannot see, hear, or interact with in any way anything on the outside.
You attach feeding tubes to them, and something to collect their waste. You monitor their vitals and keep them alive.
For the rest of their remaining natural life, they have no contact with anything or anyone. They are uncomfortable, claustrophobic, and worse than anything else, completely alone and isolated for the rest of their life. Bonus points if you put them in it without them consciously knowing their punishment so they have no idea what is going on for the rest of their life. If you like you can add excruciating pain to the mix, or loud annoying music to make them crazy, but I think complete isolation and nothingness is the worst punishment.”
37. Being the object of this guy’s sick fantasies…
“The worst way to die? It isn’t simple, to create the worst scenario to die. Your greatest fear, would be the worst. Being a murderer, that would be the easiest way to inflict the worst way to die for someone. Tied down, dim room. Chinese water torture. Drip.. drip.. drip.. all the while I’m peeling your fingernails off. Slowly, ensuring your agony. I leave you there. I await your nails to grow back. Repeat. This goes on for a year. You’re on an IV. You’re alive, watching Looney Tunes backwards with your eyes forced open. At this point you’re broken. I set you free. You’re happy, if you’re still sane. I leave you alone for a month—you regain sanity. I kidnap you again, now you feel true despair. We aren’t done yet. Your fingers would be cut off first. One a day, stitched back together and bandaged so they don’t get infected. You won’t die from this. After all 20 fingers and toes? The hands, then the feet, then the legs. No touching the vital organs, no. Once you’re nothing but a stub with a head—I place you inside of a glass box. Bury you underground with an IV that’ll last as long as it can. You’ll die in that hole.”
“I became a police officer, he became a drug dealer/ gang banger. 4 years after high school I was called to a domestic at a shitty house on the east side. It was him. He was drunk and had been beating his girlfriend and her brother during an argument. As I walked up to the house he ran inside and came out with a 12 gauge, like he was gonna scare me off. I pulled my pistol, he aimed at me and I fired. 5 bullets, dropped him. He died right there.
2. I learned how to fight, then beat the hell out of him.
“I learned how to fight, then beat the hell out of him.
He left me alone from then on.
Got in trouble with the school, but when they called my dad to tell him I was fighting, he said ‘Yeah, I bet. I paid for the lessons. Was it that little shit who’s been bullying him?’
3. I just finally snapped like Ralphie from A Christmas Story one day and started repeatedly punching him.
“I wouldn’t say I took revenge, I just finally snapped like Ralphie from A Christmas Story one day and started repeatedly punching him. In the middle of math class. The teacher took me out of the class and I figured that I was doomed and on my way to see the Headmaster.
She said she knew he was a bully, but hitting people in her class was not OK and never to do it again. Then she placed him on detention. The bully gave some kind of grudging apology the next day and said he respected me for finally standing up for myself. Well, thanks I guess? He never bothered me again anyway.”
“Got bullied by this girl in high school for being fat. Lost 100 pounds after I graduated. I looked completely different. Even some family who didn’t see me during the process didn’t recognize me.
I ran into this girl again two years after high school at Starbucks. She started a convo with me as we were stuck at the same table together in a busy Starbucks. We talked, a week later we boned. And then I added her on Facebook to show her who I was. She just banged the fat kid she grew up bullying.
Not your traditional revenge. But hey, banging my old bully is worth something, right? Haha.”
7. I just kept hitting him. And kept hitting him. And kept hitting him.
“I finally snapped one day and went way overboard. I went full retard, screaming and roaring and hitting him until he was down, and then I just kept hitting him. And kept hitting him. And kept hitting him. To this day I don’t remember ever stopping. I was just down the hall being taken to the office. All I got was ISS, which seems like a win for me.”
8. I hit him in the face with the heel of my gym shoe and broke his nose and a few teeth.
“In junior high some little shit was always picking on me and one day I was really mad about something else going on at home so when he came up to me, I hit him in the face with the heel of my gym shoe, broke his nose and a few teeth, teacher gave me a lecture but no punishment, he didn’t bother me again so it was worth it.”
9. I scribbled all over his face and neck with a Magic Marker.
“In my secondary school, when you were about to leave, you’d wear your school uniform shirt on the last day and people would sign it for you. There was also an option to wear your own clothes for the last few days. So this guy who was leaving came decked out in the best of 1980’s sports fashion, wielding a permanent marker and instead of signing the shirts of leavers he went around scribbling on the shirts of kids who were younger. Now bear in mind we were pretty poor, and if I came home with my uniform in a mess I’d get grief because we couldn’t afford to replace it. He grabbed me and scribbled all over my shirt and somehow, using as yet unknown quicksilver powers, I grabbed the marker off him and managed to scribble not only all over his Sergio Douchebag windbreaker, but all over his face and neck. He punched me in the tit (am a girl) but it was worth it.”
10. I gathered fish guts into a bag, waited until he left, and put them in the rafters of his porch, under the hedges in his yard, and finally inside his air conditioner unit.
“I hate the term bully in this context, but a former man-child neighbor had issues understanding that it wasn’t okay to throw his garbage in my yard, or let his drunk friends piss on my house. When the county cops didn’t do anything about numerous calls, I started bagging the garbage and throwing it on his porch.
He escalated to putting rat poison in hot dogs and throwing them to my German shepherd mix. I saw her convulsing, and found three packages worth of hot dogs studded with pellets right along the fence. She pulled through, no worse for wear. Cops said I couldn’t prove who did it.
So the next time he threw garbage in my yard, which usually contained the guts/waste from his hunting and fishing, I gathered fish guts into a bag, waited until he left, and put them in the rafters of his porch, under the hedges in his yard, and finally inside his air conditioner unit.
About three days later he had all the doors and windows open.
The following week he was having the carpet replaced throughout the house.
Eventually the guts rotted away and the smell faded, but I think he knew I did it, because I never found trash in my yard again.
11. I pushed her out of my seat, making her cry, to convince the bus driver to change our assigned seating.
“When I was about seven years old, there was a girl on the bus who would pull my hair and pick on me. I would come home crying. My parents asked the driver to move our assigned seating but they refused.
My dad asked me how I could fix the problem. I responded
‘How can I do anything if I’m not allowed to hit?’ (As was the rule).
Dad:
You’re not allowed to hit, but you’re allowed to not get hit.
He explained what I should do and I did it. When the girl sat next to me, I should put my back against the wall, my feet on her thigh and slide her off the seat. She fell, cried, I got in trouble and the assigned seating was moved. Problem solved.
Apologies for the formatting, as I am currently on mobile.
tl;dr: pushed her out of my seat, making her cry, to convince the bus driver to change our assigned seating.”
12. I broke his nose and just stood there looking at him ready to fight.
“I was in 4th grade and had been bullied by a kid named Rocky, swear to God that was his name lol, who was in 6th grade. Any way he would trip me, knock books out of my hands, punch me etc….
One day out on the playground he pushed me into the merry go round while it was spinning, I was rolled around inside it while people were trying to stop it. The whole time he’s laughing at me.
I get pulled out and I’m scraped up pretty good, get taken to the office to get patched up. Teachers ask what happened, I told them I fell.
Went back outside and saw him standing there with his buddies, I ran as fast as I could toward him and punched him as hard as I could in the face, broke his nose and just stood there looking at him ready to fight. His buddies told him to leave me alone and I never got picked on again at school.”
13. I pinned a note to the back of her jacket that read ‘I STUFF MY BRA’ in big bold letters.
“I grew up in a small town. We had one girl everyone thought was ‘the prettiest girl in the whole wide school.’
She was a mean, petty bitch. Truly awful.
For example, my cat died when I was in 5th grade. She sat behind me muttering about how funny it was that my cat died, that he was a stupid cat, that he died because my mom was too poor to take him to the vet, and urging me to cry.
‘Are you gonna cry? Are you gonna cry about it? Like a big baby? Big baby cry over your stupid cat? Everyone’s gonna see you cry. You’re about to cry aren’t you…’—and so on.
This wasn’t even the meanest thing she did. And she was mean to everyone.
One day in 6th grade, I’d had enough. She didn’t even do anything truly awful I was just like ‘fuck Jennifer G’ and decided to do something about her.
I stole one of my mom’s little index/recipe cards and meticulously wrote ‘I STUFF MY BRA’ in big bold letters. I stuffed that and a little gold safety pin in my jacket pocket.
The next day I carefully affixed this to the back of her pink Members Only jacket just before first bell rang.
She walked around with this damn note on all day. Confused as to why people were laughing at her.
She screamed and screamed when she found it. And she cried. Everyone saw her cry.”
14. I turned around and gave him a big, open-palm roundhouse slap across his face.
“There was a kid named Matt in my school who, in eighth grade, had developed a rating system for the girls based on the size of their breasts and kept getting away with saying gross things to them. He had been reported to the guidance counselor and faculty repeatedly, but they kept saying, ‘We can’t do anything about it if we don’t personally see it happening,’ which is like—do you think he’s stupid enough to do it in front of you?
He also kept calling me Mimi, after the Drew Carey Show character. I was getting sick of it after a few months and fruitlessly talking to the guidance counselor about that, as well.
I finally realized that none of the adults were going to do anything about it. One day at lunch, he called me Mimi, and I turned around and told him, ‘If you call me that again, you’re not going to like my reaction. I don’t know what I’m going to do, but you’re not going to like it.’ Which was true, I just figured I’d react in the moment. Thirty minutes later he called me Mimi in the hallway and I turned around and gave him a big, open-palm roundhouse slap across his face. He was completely taken aback. All I had to say was, ‘I told you that you weren’t going to like it.’
I got suspended for a week. My parents were furious at me. However, Matt never harassed anyone again. He was totally polite from that day forward. I don’t generally advocate violence but I still feel like it was a proportional response to months and months of gross behavior on his part, especially in the absence of adults who were willing to hold him accountable. I told the administration and my parents as much when I received my suspension. big shrug”
15. I punched him in the face, broke his glasses, and give him a nosebleed and he never spoke to me again.
“I told him if he told me to kill myself one more time I’d punch him in the face. He didn’t believe me and told me to go kill myself. I punched him in the face, broke his glasses, and give him a nosebleed and he never spoke to me again.”
16. I stabbed him in the back with a metal compass.
“One of my childhood bullies in 7th grade was Josh (and that’s his real name, cuz fuck ’em). Josh would make me sit next to him on the bus ride to and from school every day. He made me sit there and stare at the seat back in front of me. If I moved or spoke, even to look out the window or something, he would hit me on the arm. He reminded me of the rules every single day and would then hit me to remind me of how much it would hurt if I broke the rules. I got pretty numb to it after a few weeks, some days he didn’t pay much attention to me and just joked with his friends and some days he would sit there insulting me trying to get me to move or talk back so he could hit me.
Well, towards the end of the year I had a particularly rough day at school, I can’t remember what specifically happened but I was really sensitive that afternoon on the ride home. Josh was laying into me with the insults that day and I just started crying, which was exactly what he wanted and he was laughing and high fiving his friends over it. Something just kind of snapped in me, I felt very cold and emotionless in the moment and while his back was turned because he was laughing with his friends, I reached into my bag and grabbed a compass (the math compass used for drawing circles and stuff, has a pencil end and a pointy metal end) and then stabbed him right in the shoulder with the pointy metal end. It was probably a good inch into his back and just stayed there. It took him a second to register what just happened and then he freaked the fuck out, screaming and crying and standing out of his seat. The bus driver was just pulling to a stop a few stops before mine and came back to see what was wrong, I slipped past and got off the bus and walked home. Got pulled into the office the next day and suspended but Josh never picked on me again, I sat where I wanted and he paid me no mind. I guess it was a happy ending, still had a few other bullies to contend with until later in high school when it largely stopped, but I’m glad to have at least stopped him and hopefully prevented him from bullying others.
TL;DR: I lent Josh my compass. He simultaneously gave it back and never gave it back.”
17. I kneed the guy in the solar plexus and just rammed the other guy’s head into a water fountain as hard as I could.
“I used to get bullied for my lunch money in middle school by 2 guys for a year. One of which used to be my friend in elementary school. They would sucker slap me across the face from behind, push me against lockers, spear me (this was when Goldberg was popular in WCW) . It got worse because this girl who I am still friends with would stick up for me. What made it worse was because of the fact she was a girl sticking up for a boy which in their words made me a ‘pussy ass bitch.’ Well as time progressed, I started growing pretty rapidly in height towering over them, while the two guys were pretty much the same height or only grew a couple inches. They stopped picking on me physically obviously but verbally kept at it. I guess I just snapped because they were picking on one of my other friends for lunch money and I kneed the guy in the solar plexus and just rammed the other guy’s head into a water fountain as hard as I could. The feeling I got after doing that made me so violently hyped and surprised at how light they were. All three of us got ISS for a week. They avoided my presence ever since that incident. I did have to watch my back though because their friends threatened to jump me. Nothing came of it, just a bunch of scared loud hyenas with hurt egos.”
“I was bullied heavily in middle school. I wrestled in high school. At a competition, I found I had to wrestle Josh. He was one of those bullies. I knew I could pin him (auto win). Told my coach about him, and my goal wasn’t to pin him, but to hurt him as long as possible.
Wrestling match starts, I do every move I can think of that hurts. Didn’t try to get him on his back, just kept ‘trying’ to and jacking up his arms, shoulders. Took a couple shots and checked his crotch with my shoulder since he wasn’t wearing a cup.
I did the full six minutes and won 12-1 on points. He cried.
Entire team went ballistic. Coach had told them he used to bully me and they were cheering me on so hard. Felt like the fucking king of the world.
I walked off to my team. He limped off to the athletic trainer.
19. One shot to the Chiclets and the kid started bleeding from the mouth.
“This was in kindergarten. Used to get pushed around by a kid. Told my dad about it and he told me to smack him around if he touches me.
Fast forward to lining up at the water fountain a few days later. This kid is behind me, he gives me a shove while in line, whatever. I start taking a drink, he pushes me into the wall. I turn around and punch him in the face. He drops crying.
Luck would have it the vice principal would see me punching this kid, but not the kid smashing my head against the wall/fountain. So I get called into the office, and my dad is called for a meeting.
And this is where it goes south for the vice principal.
Dad comes in, all pissed off (he works nights, was woken up mid sleep), and wants to know why I was called to the office. Vice principal tells him of what he saw, and I tell my dad what happened. My dad then proceeds to ask the vice principal ‘How in the FUCK (fuck echoed down the K-3 hallway) do you decide to discipline my kid but not the other kid who has a history of violence in the school?’
That conversation got progressively heated, and as it was 20 years ago I don’t remember much else of it, but I do know as the more the vice principal tried to explain himself in vain the worse his argument became to my dad.
At the end of it I wasn’t disciplined, the kid never fucked with me again and moved away in grade 6, and the vice principal took a conveniently timed 2-week holiday beginning the day after this occurred, and transferred at the end of the year.
Violence solves nothing they tell you. For me violence is the only way to keep people from taking advantage of me.
Second story, this kid in my grade 9 year liked to pick on my because I was short and stocky. I let him chirp all he wanted until he put hands on me. One shot to the Chiclets and the kid started bleeding from the mouth. This happened in front of a good number of his buddies.
Suffice to say people didn’t fuck with me anymore after that in high school. I kind of felt bad for him though, he got some teeth chipped and his parents didn’t have benefits for dental care to get them fixed, so he was kind of fucked in that regard.”
20. I choked him out and threw him around the back of the bus a few times until his friends pulled me off him.
“As a child I was always much bigger than the other students in my class-both height and weight wise (5′ by the time I reached 3rd grade, stopped growing forever at 5’6 by 5th grade) which made me an easy target as the ‘fat girl’ by the popular boys. Weirdly, the girls never were mean to me.
Anyway, in 6th grade it reached its peak because I admittedly was this very weird socially awkward girl, which made me an easy target. This boy (let’s say Dan) called me some variation of ‘fat’ on the bus every single day. ‘Why didn’t you just move seats’ you may ask? Well, my brain was not that bright.
One day I had enough. Dan called me a fatass and I almost moved forward to hit him. That made him and his friends amp it up even more the next day. That day, I lost it. Keep in mind that at this age most boys haven’t even started puberty so Dan was a measly four-foot-something while I was adult sized at age 11. I choked him out and threw him around the back of the bus a few times until his friends pulled me off him.
The next day I was called into the office and I immediately broke down, because even though I felt vindicated I still was afraid of getting in trouble. The principal just looked at me and said ‘ok, you can go.’ I was still so afraid of getting in trouble that the next day I came in and asked her if she had called my mom. ‘No, if you were in trouble I would have made you call her yourself!’ Turns out Dan was being ‘investigated’ for pushing another boy off the bus steps and breaking his nose so they were trying to build a case for his aggression. I didn’t even get talked to.
Luckily, that fight gave me a ‘don’t fuck with her’ reputation that carried on until high school, at which point the bullies kind of became normal humans.
21. I was able to sue him for enough to pay medical, my vehicle, and a little extra pocket money.
“Well my revenge took place years after the bullying but let me tell ya, the feeling was magnificent. I was driving one night and I got rear-ended. This took me by surprise simply because this was at 3 in the morning and I was the only vehicle on the road at this time in this area. Or so I thought. Turns out he was driving drunk, and I just so happened to have ‘neck pains’ and ‘trouble sleeping due to the traumatic event.’ I was able to sue him for enough to pay medical, my vehicle, and a little extra pocket money. That’s what you fucking get for pushing me into the locker, Chad.”
22. I will never forget the broken look on his oily face.
“My revenge was completely unintentional, but still as sweet as could be. This kid Jay, (at least I think that was his name), would always try to egg me on with whatever he could. Loved to call me ‘Rashes’ since I have a port wine stain on part of my face. He would call me out in the hallway, try to make jokes at lunch, would tell girls I was asking them out, and would of course threaten to kick my ass. I wasn’t exactly a defenseless kid, and one day gladly accepted to meet him in the lobby per his request. He literally ran to his mother when I showed up, but of course told everyone I’d chickened out.
I never really let it get to me, and after high school sometimes wondered what became of him. About 2 years ago, I saw a fat bald Jay walking through PetSmart, and pointed him out to my fiancée and shared my stories. She started laughing and mentioned that he was completely obsessed with her, would always send her gifts/notes/asked her out, etc. but she turned him down every time because she knew he was an ass. I couldn’t help myself, I waited until we were at the end of an aisle I knew he’d pass, grabbed her and started shamelessly making out. I saw someone stop in their tracks, so I made eye contact realizing it was him, grabbed her ass and smiled.
I will never forget the broken look on his oily face. I’d like to think it physically hurt his heart to see the ring on her finger, but I’m happy either way.”
“I had a few bullies who were physically abusive. One of them decided it would be funny to try and beat me up while his brother played lookout (also known as gang up on me if I started to get the upper hand). Unfortunately for him, my older brother saw what was happening and pulled everyone apart and let me and the bully just fight one on one.
I smashed his face into a metal fence. He was far less willing to pick on me when he realized I wasn’t afraid of actually hurting him.”
24. Gave him one good karate chop to the side of his neck, which dropped him like a sack of bricks.
“I had a bully in middle school name Josh, fat kid 3X the size of my skinny ass. He harassed me daily for two years, insults, pushing and punching. One day, I was on a friend’s shoulders on the playground he comes up to rip me down and grabs the neck shirt and gold chain at the same time. Of course he breaks my chain, I snapped; gave him one good karate chop to the side of his neck, which dropped him like a sack of bricks. I didn’t even get in trouble since the office knew about his constant bullying.”
25. I cracked him in the mouth as hard as I could with the umbrella.
“Happened in 2nd grade.
My last name is Booke. I liked to read on the bus. Other kids thought it was funny, screamed ‘BOOKE READ A BOOK’ and would slap my book out of my hands, steal my bag, etc. I was a pretty small kid, and grew up to be a pretty small man.
Anyway, the worst one was named Chris. One day, Chris actually tried to steal my Batman umbrella. Tried to pull it out of my hand out of nowhere as he was getting off at his stop, and pulled me out of my seat when I wouldn’t let go. Laughed at me with his buddies. That was when the red mist descended for the first time.
I quietly got off at his stop with him, behind the other kids. Bus driver wasn’t paying attention, nobody was. As soon as the bus started to pull away, he noticed me standing there, and just looked confused. That was when I cracked him in the mouth as hard as I could with the umbrella. Immediately started crying, spitting blood on the ground. His friends drove me off.
When I got home, I was really upset at what I did, cried to my Dad and told him what happened. He taught me then that violence is not okay, but standing up for yourself when necessary, is.
A few weeks later, he didn’t have many friends left. I think his cronies lost respect for him after the little kid a grade below fucked him up. I remember distinctly him sitting by himself, sad and alone. He asked me if I would be his friend. I said yes. We were buddies for a few months til he moved away.”
26. I snapped and threw a pair of scissors at my roommate. Of course, they stick in his arm, and of course one of his D-bag friends was filming it.
“My first college roommate was a huge douche. I, on the other hand, was chubby, shy, and used to being bullied. *Sigh… not a good combination.
He and his friends would constantly pick on me. Hide my shit, dump my desk/dresser drawers, insult me, etc. When they got going, that’s all they’d do, just insult me until I left the room. I’d try putting on headphones, but they’d just rip them off. Sometimes they wouldn’t let me leave.
One day they were squirting me with a water bottle. I snapped and threw a pair of scissors at my roommate. Of course, they stick in his arm, and of course one of his D-bag friends was filming it.
Long story short, parents and lawyers got involved. The roommate, et al stuck to the story that they hadn’t done anything. During a meeting with everyone and the Dean of Students, they showed the video… just the 1 minute or so surrounding the event, and smugly sat there as if they had won. My lawyer, thank god, asked about the rest of the video, and if we could watch it all. D-bag’s lawyer stopped that idea immediately. After a quick conversation among just D-bag’s people, the whole incident was dropped five minutes later.
A few years later the video showed up on the Internet.”
27. I said, ‘You know, cause in HS you were the hot one and I was ugly as shit and now I’m the hot one… and… well…’
“There was a girl in my school back in the day that was blessed with ample breasts, and she flaunted them as much as a bitchy high school skank would.
I(a dude) on the other hand was blessed with acne and a bad haircut, and therefore was the easiest to pick on of my group of friends.
my group and her group often collided and hung out together, and in these scenarios she would go out of her way to make my enjoyment of the day as little as possible, basically until I was so upset I’d leave and she could hang with my friends minus me.
This continued all through middle school and high school, and her treatment of me got progressively worse (example: asking to borrow my hoodie on a cold night in a flirty way so I thought maybe things between us changed, only to immediately throw my hoody into a puddle the group was walking passed)
Now, for the revenge….
In college, I got in very good shape, the acne cleared up, and I got a haircut. So I was doing a lot better than high school me and looked like a new man.
Turns out, my junior year, the bitch from HS transferred to my college. She on the other hand had gained a significant amount of weight since HS and wasn’t doing well in the looks department.
One night, I was at a bar feeling overly confident and saw her. I approached said what’s up, and then I dropped the bomb.
I said, ‘It’s funny how things worked out, huh?’
She gave a look of confusion.
I said, ‘You know, cause in HS you were the hot one and I was ugly as shit and now I’m the hot one… and… well…’
I tell you, the look of horror, disgust, embarrassment, and anger on her face immediately made up for the years of pain she caused me.
She slapped me and stormed off but I’ll never forget the look she gave me. 10/10 would highly recommend.”
“I wouldn’t call it revenge more like just finally snapped and kicked his ass.
I was maybe 14-15 at the time and there was these punk kids a street over that would mess with us. The one who was always a bully to me, was always being followed by his little brother who was a few years younger maybe 9? One day me and my friends are playing street hockey and the bully and his brother and friends want to play us. Everything is fine until the little brother tries to check me and bounces off of me and gets hurt. After that the bully and his friends would jump me if I was alone on a regular basis. One day after school he confronts me alone and I’ve had it, I head butt him and his eyes just roll back and I just slam him into a parked car a bunch of times and just leave him unconscious in the street. Monday at school everyone is talking about how he got hit by a car and it was hit and run. He didn’t remember a thing either.
“Asshole kid was the biggest asshole in the third grade, and lived right up the street from me. Would always try and make me look bad in front of anybody shot of my parents. Fast forward three years of him picking on me, and a hot middle schooler (6th grade is considered elementary for us) in the neighborhood invites both to birthday party. Little fucker keeps pushing me in the pool, getting his friends to lift me up and throw me in the pool, anything to try and embarrass me. Probably 10-15 times. Finally I had enough, I waited until he was near the edge and push him into the pool. Felt so satisfying. Until I heard that snap. His leg got caught in between the deck and pool, and was still up there while his body was in the pool.
Not really sure what happened next, kinda dipped cause there were guns at the party (middle schoolers older brother was a future army nut) and his friends were saying they’d get me back. Pretty sure he was in a cast for close to a year, also ruining his soccer career. Because he was the best player, most of the school didn’t like me for ruining that. Fast forward through a somewhat depressing four years and ever since then through now, his best friends are now mine, and the whole school realized he is and was a complete and utter douche.
Would I do it again? Never. Breaking his leg kinda fucked me up in the head for a while, but at least he got what was coming to him.”
30. The last thing I remember was kicking the shit out of him and that is when the teacher walked back into class.
“In the late 70’s and early 80’s I went through elementary and middle school in a small west TX town. I was the socially awkward kid with only a few friends so I pretty well kept to myself. I remember my bullies well … all of them but this one asshole in particular … Larry Garrett. Larry thought he was some world class TV wrestler and loved to try his moves on me. I got my ass beat at least once a day. My step-dad only told me to carry an equalizer … teachers and such only told me to report the incident. I opted for the less violent and reported the beatings. Instead of being vindicated I was ridiculed and punished for fighting even though I never threw a punch. When I told my step-dad he simply said … ‘I told you to walk tall and carry a big stick’ At the end of my 8th grade year we moved to a larger city … all new people in new schools … this was my chance to change the way the world saw me. I refused to play the victim any longer. Things went well that summer and into the start of my 9th grade year.
I had friends … lots of friends … and I am sure I made a few enemies as well but mostly good times with good friends. Then it happened! I was sitting in my TX History class when the new kid was brought in and was seated directly behind me. There he was … with his pig nose, fat ass, messed up hair and body odor … wearing his favorite t-shirt with some stupid fucking wrestling crap on it … Larry Fucking Garrett. At first I decided to just ignore him but he had the crazy idea that we small towners needed to stick together … I gave him the benefit of the doubt and we became ‘friends’ for a brief moment. The tensions started to appear pretty quickly and he started his same old played out bullshit again. The teacher had to leave class for a few minutes and he thought that was a perfect opportunity to start fucking with me. First he hit me in the arm … then the gut … then he sat down feeling satisfied that he had just shown our classmates how much of a pussy I really was. That was his mistake …
I remember flipping his desk with him in it causing him to hit his head on the wall. The last thing I remember was kicking the shit out of him and that is when the teacher walked back into class. We were sent to the office for punishment … he was behind me as we were walking and at one point he got close enough to kick one of my legs in an effort to trip me. It was about that moment in time that the head principal walked around the corner towards us and saw what happened … I didn’t see him though … as I caught my balance in one smooth move turned and knocked that mother fucker out … right in front of the principal. Obviously we were escorted the rest of the way and parents called. The biggest thing that upset the principal was that I was smiling the entire time I got paddled while Larry cried like the little bitch he was (and presumably still is). His parents moved him to a private school and I never saw him again.
If by chance you are reading this Larry … FUCK YOU!”
31. I broke one of his eye orbits, broke his nose, and knocked out a tooth (or more).
“As a kid I grew up in a really household (drug use, abuse, extreme poverty…) I was also made fun of for being poor. It was led by a fat POS named Broc ( He literally looked like Eric Cartman irl). One day this kid said something to me and I just snapped…
I turned around punch him in his face, he fell to the floor, I jumped on top of him and just kept punching.
In the end, I broke one of his eye orbits, broke his nose, and knocked out a tooth (or more). It took several teachers to get me off him. I was charged, and kicked out of school. I’m still more proud of this than anyone should be.”
32. I went into the classroom, walked straight up to him (he was sitting down), grabbed a chair on my way, and slammed it on his head.
“I was your typical looking nerd—Scotch tape on my glasses, very high grades, smallish size, building radios in the bus, etc. People tried bullying me more than once, but turns out I got a temper and always fought back. Once a much bigger kid (you know those guys who failed twice in primary school and started puberty before everyone) tried his luck at bullying me by locking me in a locker… (how fucking cliché I know, I think I’m claustrophobic today because of it). The second I got out, I went into the classroom, walked straight up to him (he was sitting down), grabbed a chair on my way, and slammed it on his head. I don’t remember much of what happened next because I was in that red state of rage. He never bothered me again and I didn’t get in trouble, the teachers loved me and he was a regular bully.”
33. When they sat down, they smeared their asses into what appeared to be a nasty menstrual mess.
“My bullies were a group of four girls who were the stereotypical ‘popular girls’ in middle school. I was more of a tomboy/introvert. I was primarily focused on school and soccer. One day, in art class, my bullies had pushed me to the edge. They made my best friend cry. She was pretty overweight and they severely embarrassed her in front of the whole class. This pissed me the fuck off. As a 7th grader, I was surprisingly vindictive and I took shit from nobody. I could handle my own bullying, but not the bullying of my few friends. Luckily, today’s art class project involved paint.
My group was called first to grab the paint we needed. With tears streaming down my friend’s face, I looked her dead in the face and said, ‘Don’t worry. I got this.’ She was terribly confused. I grabbed red and brown paint. I mixed the two colors at my table while the rest of the students were waiting for their groups to be called up to get paint for their projects. When the bully bitches got up to grab their supplies, I put a dab of the red and brown paint mixture on the center of each of their chairs. Unbeknownst to them, when they sat down, they smeared their asses into what appeared to be a nasty menstrual mess. Every single one of those girls looked like Mother Nature had paid them a visit unexpectedly. The boys threw pads and tampons at them in the hallway. They had no idea what the fuck was going on until the principal called them into the office and told them to either change into their gym clothes or go home. They all changed into their gym shorts, which were deemed too short for class by the principal, and they were all sent home to dwell in their embarrassment.
The best part? The art teacher watched me do it. And when I noticed her eyes on me, I froze. She noticed my fear and just nodded her head once as a signal for me to proceed. EVERYONE hated these girls. I was just serving up justice my way.
The principal eventually found out it was me because someone who saw me do it snitched (probably for the chance at popularity). I proudly admitted to the offense with a smile on my face. I was not reprimanded. Didn’t even received a detention. The principal loved me because I was a good student and I was super friendly to anyone who approached me, despite my social anxiety. When I said I did it, he was like, ‘Oh…hmm…well, uh…stop…stop screwing with your classmates. And tell your mom I said hello!’ And then he simply sent me on my way back to class.
EDIT: The boys got the pads and tampons from other female students, who also thought it would be funny to throw feminine products at my victims.”
34. I swung that backpack in into his face as hard as I could and knocked him down.
“In 10th grade, there used to be a trend called folding, (Or nuggeting is what people are telling me), where you would turn someone’s backpack inside out, put everything inside it, then zip tie it. Well, the way I prevented this was to put two five-pound metal weights inside.
Now, there was one bully that would thrive off of making all negative attention turn to me. ‘I may have done that, but (me) is stupid’ etc. Well, at one point I left the class and came back and this guy folded my backpack. Teacher walks out of the room and the bully turns to me and goes ‘Hey look, (me) got what he deserved.’
Now, I’m not that strong, but I swung that backpack in into his face as hard as I could and knocked him down.
Got suspended, and he tried to keep bullying me. I finally walked up to him and went, ‘do you want me to snap again?’ He stopped after that. Made me so happy.”
“Sarah and Jacob Hoggle. Their mother took them ‘somewhere safe’ and has never told anyone where that was or what happened. She also apparently has paranoid schizophrenia and is not competent to stand trial.”
“The Brandon Lawson case. Around 2AM he was in a field in Texas and called 911. In the call, it’s hard to hear what he says but he sounds distressed and panicked. He cuts off and that was the last he was heard of. His brother said he called him after but he has yet to be found.
It sounds like said he ran into something and mentions he was chased in the woods. Somewhere else someone edited the audio and it sounds like gunshots in the background of the call. Allegedly at 1:03 of the 911 call you can barely hear a faint ‘help me.’”
“The disappearance of Susan Powell. This one is heart-wrenching. I was so absorbed in it when it was still going on, but it’s been awhile since I looked into it. Apparently Susan went missing and her husband said he took his kids late night camping, leaving in the middle of the night and returning the next day. In the middle of winter. And his wife was gone when he returned. So much points to him murdering her: Her phone and belongings were still at home, her family didn’t hear from her, she had made it clear that if something happened to her, her husband was responsible. He had been abusive and possessive. Oh, and a large wet spot on the carpet with a fan blowing on it when police arrived. Oh, and the kids saying they knew they’d never see their mom again, that she wasn’t around when they were awoken in the middle of the night and put into the front seat of the van to ‘go camping.’
Very, very sad ending, where it came out that the husband’s father was involved with child pornography and the husband never being charged. He moved the kids out of state eventually and exploded the house they were living in, with all three of them inside.
As far as I remember, no closure on Susan being found, no body, no justice, no answers. It baffles me.”
“The Schulze Family from Drage in Lower Saxony. Husband Marco (41 at the time), his wife Sylvia (43 at the time), and their daughter Miriam (12 at the time), went missing from their home in Drage on the 22nd July 2015, nowhere to be found. Marcos body was found a week later in the Elbe (a river), he had a concrete block attached to his legs with a rope. Sylvia and Miriam though remain unfound to this day. Their house was just emptied of all their personal belongings and everything, it will be sold, the money will be put in a secure bank account until they find out who will inherit it. Sylvia can’t be pronounced dead yet, earliest in 8 years from now on, 10 years after her disappearance. Miriam on the other hand can’t be pronounced dead until she is 25, that is the law here in Germany. Many people believe that either the dad killed his wife, daughter, then himself. Others believe mother and daughter are alive. Who knows though, we will may never know.
“The missing Germans. It’s a long read, but it’s fascinating. Basically some German tourists decided to go on an adventure in Death Valley in a rented mini-van with no real idea how stupid that is. A fellow documents his attempts to find out what happened to them.”
“Pretty famous, but Henry McCabe. The most bizarre thing about his disappearance is the voicemail that was left, though. It had all sorts of noises where people speculate it could have been the sound of waterboarding or getting tased. His family also apparently misled the police a few times and his friends, who were last seen with him, made a series of poor decisions which led to the disappearance. It was also odd that the FBI got involved in all this. As I said earlier, the creepiest thing I find is the voicemail of strange sounds that he left that no one can identify. Apparently there were a few recordings of it posted on the internet, yet no one can find the full audio anymore and only bits and pieces.”
“The two Dutch girls who got lost in the jungle in Panama. Went for a day hike, didn’t turn back and apparently got lost deep in the forest during the rainy season. Creepiest thing is that their phones were discovered in a backpack downriver, fully intact…along with a camera that had photos. Normal, happy photos of them on the trail taken just an hour before their internal phone records showed they started trying to call 911 (or equivalent) for help. And 90 other photos taken in the rainy darkness in the middle of the night, between 1 and 4 a.m., a week after they disappeared, methodically showing a cliff and some bushes and some impromptu markers made of what little things they had brought with them.
Fragments of their bodies (bones, and a boot with a foot still in it) were found a couple months later, but nobody really knows for sure how they died. Accident on the trail? Fell into the rapids? Murdered and then someone was playing with their phones?
“My great aunt Kimberly Ann Langwell. She went missing in Beaumont, Texas in July of 1999. She went to Eckerd’s one night and disappeared. Her car and personal belongings, except for her car keys and purse, were at the scene. No one has seen her since that night.
Please Google her and if you have seen her, please call your local police station. We (the whole family) just want closure.
To her (possible) killer: If you are on here and reading this, please just let us know where to find her. We loved her so much and you took her from us. Please, just tell us where she is.
Aunt Kim: If you are reading this and you’re alive, please just let us know. We love you and miss you.
“Oh gosh the news girl, Jodi Huisentruit has always haunted me….I mean it’s obvious she was abducted based on the evidence left behind at the scene but—where is her body? Why hasn’t it been found? Sad. And why are there no suspects?”
“The Oklahoma Girl Scout Murders. This happened about an hour away from where I live now. Always kinda bothered me that they had one possible suspect and dropped everything to pursue him, then just quit.”
June 14th, 1969. Dennis was playing hide and seek with some other children while his father watched. Dennis went behind a tree, which his father never took his eyes off of. When the other kids came out, his father went over to find him and we were simply gone.
Things get bizarre with this one.
A nearly 1500 strong search is dispatched
A family named Key’s testimony of possibly seeing Dennis is thrown away for seemingly no reason
The FBI withholds information about the unfolding case from the parents
The Green Berets arrive to search, but no one called them. They are not in the official report of the case
The FBI agent working the case (and others like it) eventually commits suicide
The Key family’s testimony is that they heard a blood curdling scream. At first thought they saw a bear on a ridge across from them, but the father says as they watch, it is clear it’s more like a man, who is intentionally hiding from them. This large hairy man, has an object slung over its shoulder, and carries it away. They heard Dennis was missing after they left the park and returned to tell the story. The FBI agent doesn’t want to see where any of this happened. Without even considering the information/location, he says it’s not possible for Dennis to have gotten that far on his own. It is well within the distance a child of his age could have traveled.”
“William Tyrell. This case is the most remarkable disappearance I’ve ever read about/followed. And definitely the one that plays on my mind and every time I see his photo in the paper it hurts my heart.
There have been so many twists and turns, the circumstances of his abduction were hard to understand. No one knew he was there, at his grandma’s house with family home in a quiet dead end street. He and his sister were playing hide and seek. They couldn’t find him and began to worry.
A year or so later a man’s house was searched and sewerage system drained, business searched. Same day, DHS with absolutely no knowledge of what’s going on with the police come to his house and take his grandchildren from his care. Privacy laws prevent the public from knowing.
Then he was charged with two counts of rape from 30 or so years ago when he raped two very young girls. It came out there was a pedophile ring operating in the area under the disguise of a support group for Grandparents who are raising their grandchildren. All members were raising their grandchildren but they actually got together to talk about their stories of sexually assaulting young children. One of these men even said to the media he didn’t do it because he’s only raped one child as if just one was ok.
Bill Spedding, the man whose house was searched and charged with historical sex offences was a part of that group. As was another man, Tony someone, whose been in and out of jail for child sex offences. Was on bail when William went missing.
Then it came up that the Grandmother had called a handyman to fix her washing machine a couple of days before William and his family arrived. He was to come and fix it on Friday. The nana mentioned she needed it working as her young grand kids were coming. Friday comes and just before William is snatched this man calls and says he can’t make it to fix the washing machine. This man was none other than Bill Spedding. It was proven he was with the pedophile Tony that day. They were former neighbors known each other for years.
A car similar to the one Tony owned was seen in the street with the front window half down just opposite the house William was at. Search and rescue went for days.
Williams family have never been allowed to be identified for a reason only police know. Police have said they are not suspects in any way.
There’s too many twists and turns to write it’s easier to google it. Just writing about it makes me so effing angry. He was 3 for Christ sakes and the horror he must have endured is too much to even imagine. It causes me pain and I have never met this boy in my life, my heart breaks for his family.
The circumstances were 1 in a million and there have been so many things that have just made the story even more extraordinary, it’s like a horror movie.
If I was granted one question that I could ask about anything and be given the correct answer, it would be what the hell happened to William Tyrell. Fly high, buddy!”
“The disappearance of Natalee Holloway. This one was pretty well-known due to all the media attention it got, but it really got to me as I am around the same age as Ms. Holloway. I really do wonder what became of her—I suspect she really was sold into slavery. I live in a state that unfortunately has a reputation for human trafficking, and in a region of said state known as a hotbed for it. So I probably think about it more often than I should.”
“The Lonergans…a couple from the States went missing on the barrier reef near Cairns after their dive boat left without them while they were in the water scuba diving…they were only reported missing 2 days later after a crew member on board found their bags and raised the alarm. They’ve never found the bodies.”
“The Roanoke Colony. Because that has always freaked me right the fuck out. It wasn’t just one or two people dying or going missing but an entire village. 116 people just gone without a trace.”
“Yokota Megumi. Abducted off the streets as a 13-year-old by North Korean agents. The Koreans say she died in Pyongyang in her 50s, but the bones they sent back to her parents weren’t hers. She’s probably still being held somewhere in Pyongyang. She has kids and grandkids there too.”
“The disappearance of Kenny Veach. He was a hiker who frequently hiked in the Nevada desert. He claimed to have discovered a cave with an opening the shape of an ‘M’ that affected his body in strange ways, like making him vibrate I believe. This was near the Sheep Mountains north of Las Vegas. He made a YouTube video discussing the ‘M Cave’ and he said he was going to return to look for it and hopefully share what he found. He went looking for it and never returned. His body still hasn’t been found. Most people theorize that he just fell into an abandoned mineshaft or got trapped in a cave resulting in his death, as he wasn’t exactly a safe hiker (he didn’t carry GPS with him), but it’s still creepy as hell.”
“The disappearance of Brian Shaffer. Ohio State Med Student is caught on camera walking into a bar, but the footage doesn’t show him leaving the bar, despite there being only one exit.”
“‘The Missing Boy of Somosierra’ definitely sticks out in my mind as just bizarre. Basically, one morning in the June of 1986, emergency services respond to an accident on this highway in Spain. The cause of the accident was a truck carrying 20,000 liters of sulfuric acid for commercial use. It had been driving erratically and collided with another vehicle. The truck had overturned and contents of the tank had spilled into the cabin and surrounding area, causing some damage. The man and woman inside were dead. The two bodies were recovered by authorities and identified as a married couple, Andres Martinez and Carmen Gomez. They were apparently the only fatalities. However, when the mother of the wife was notified of their deaths, she replied, ‘And the boy? Please tell me the boy is alright!’
The father, a truck driver, had apparently promised the 10-year-old son, Juan Pedro Martinez, a trip which they could go on after the father completed his delivery. The mother had gone along to watch the boy. There was evidence that the boy had accompanied the two at the beginning of the trip and rescue crew found child’s clothing in the cabin but not the boy. Search groups combed the area in case he had been ejected from the truck or fell underneath the truck when it rolled over. But Juan had vanished.”
The Sodder family house caught fire under suspicious circumstances. The mother received a strange call Christmas Eve, almost like someone was checking to see if there were people at home. She then went to bed, but heard a strange noise on the roof. Then the fire started and the family was unable to get some of the younger kids out of the house. After the fire, it was discovered that the phone line had been cut. None of the bodies of the kids who supposedly died in the fire were found. Some animal carcasses were later found in the burnt-up rubble of the house. A police man later admitted that he planted the carcasses to give the family closure.
The father had gotten into arguments with members of the local mafia. The family believed the kids were alive and the mother received a strange letter and call from people claiming to be her kids’ years later.
“Aubrey Sacco. Girl I went to high school with disappeared on a mountain trail in Nepal. After her disappearance, it turned out there’s been a pattern of disappearances in that area for years that the Nepalese government was trying to keep quiet. She’s never been found, and all leads and arrests ended up being dead ends.”
“I recently got some pretty great advice this weekend and it was do something once a day that scares you. I have always been the type of person to only do things with a group of friends or a SO, but I’m trying to just do fun things alone. Like go to the beach, go to the park, ride bike maybe go to a museum, just reconnecting with yourself.”
“Create something. Videos, art, written works. Anything at all. Then upload it online and hopefully people will want to talk about whatever it is that you’ve made. There is a whole world of people online, connect with them through whatever you’re passionate about.”
6. Go outside, to the woods, mountains, ocean, lake or a stream.
“Go on an adventure! Go outside, to the woods, mountains, ocean, lake or a stream. You’ll be surprised how you’re just ‘in the moment’ and not in your head. It’s OK to be alone, I prefer it.”
7. Reach out to someone you haven’t spoken to or seen in a while.
“I reach out to someone I haven’t spoken to or seen in a while. If we were on good terms before, then generally they are happy to meet up and see you and catch up.
When you haven’t seen someone in a while there might be a lot of stories to share between the two of you.”
“I write. My wife left me in March and I’ve had quite a bit of loneliness lately. I usually go out and skateboard or ride my motorcycle…except I broke my leg a couple weeks ago. So now I’m at home a lot and feeling extra lonely, even though I’ve still been trying to get out with a friend or two here and there.
But yea, definitely writing. It doesn’t have to be Shakespeare. I write songs for the band some friends and I started recently. I can’t play guitar…so I just write. I suppose they are just poems without the music being there. But I don’t know. Whatever I feel, I just let it come out.”
“I feel alone when I don’t have anything to do. It’s a feeling that no matter how many people are in the exterior its not going to go. So best is you have to keep your mind involved you in your own world made up of hobbies and things you want to always want to do.
I usually switch to things I always wanted to do in my childhood but could not do for whatever reasons stopped me from doing it. This includes playing lot of video games, catching up on cartoons / animes that other kids use to discuss during my childhood and I did not have resources to see it. (Yeah I missed DBZ during childhood :( )
I code so it keeps me busy solving challenges. I join lot of subbredits where I see like minded people in my profession. I do catch up on Twitter too.
I cook so I feel sense of independence and rest assured good food really helps to take things off my mind. So when not cooking I catch up all restaurants in my place (repeating some exceptional ones until I explore all the things on the menu.)
I watch lot of Netflix and movies so it keeps me occupied. I try to imitiate the actors although I am really bad at this for people other than me but I know how to entertain myself. :)
Music is quick fix for loneliness. Play your favorite tunes. Make playlist of songs on YouTube that cheer you up.
I meditate for 30 minutes once I know some emotion are affecting my mood. Exercising also helps.
I take a walk and see people on the street to cope up that I am alone. While at it I snack a little.
I catch up with old friends on WhatsApp that really helps me not to think I am alone.
Loneliness disappears when you are too busy looking after yourself and improving your own life.”
“Spend that time of loneliness in exploration; aimless walking around surrounding landscapes, curiously observing the workings of nature, investigating new topics or stories, etc.
Transforming this debilitating loneliness to meditative solitude.”
“I feel lonely too at times and here’s what I’ve been doing to curb it:
Exercise. Sometimes your thoughts tend to drown you even more in Loneliness but pouring yourself into something physically demanding has helped me to concentrate on what’s in front of me.
Accepting invites, even if you don’t want to go. It’s hard. Most times I want to stay in. But if someone’s reaching out, take advantage. You don’t have to stay the whole night. If you feel uncomfortable, politely excuse yourself and thank them for the invite.
Date yourself. Solitude doesn’t have to be lonely, in fact it can be quite peaceful! Learn to be comfortable with yourself and treat yourself. Take your time and don’t get caught up in other people’s expectations to be in a relationship.
“Volunteering is a great way to deal with loneliness. Helping others make you feel less lonely because you feel like you’re building a connection with the person that you’re helping. Also, on most occasions when I go volunteer, I meet lots of volunteers and the great part is that everyone sort of are on the same page.”
“I like being isolated, you deal with it by being productive. I read, I research, make knives, do physical training, shoot, the list goes on. You don’t deal with loneliness being inside your house doing nothing. Be inside, but be productive. I favor reading because it will self-improve your life without you even noticing it. Be happy with your solitude, there will be times in your life you will want it.”
“Podcasts. Specifically conversational ones like the Joe Rogan experience or tangentially speaking with Chris Ryan. I work in an office but I am largely by myself in the back. It makes me feel less lonely to have voices around even if I’m not part of the conversation.”
“I started doing Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. I’ve gotten in better shape, learned a great martial art, and have a real sense of belonging when I roll/train with my brothers (& sisters). It Zens me out more than power lifting.”
“My friend lives on Portland (a small island off the southern coast of England), and there’s a creepy area called the Grove where loads of weird things have supposedly happened. She was there one night with her friends just messing around, and took this picture. She has no idea what it could be—there were no trees that high up, nothing around for a while apart from an old quarry. What freaks us out is you can see the outline of a person matching the eyes.”
“An image caught in my former apartment in the upper floors of a centennial house on a cheap digital camera using timer shot on my PC, while I was at work in 2006. I was living alone at the time, second floor apartment, and this is NOT my landlord. Nothing stolen, nothing disturbed, all doors and windows locked and intact. The thing that really creeps me out about this picture (aside from the image) is that it’s the only one of a time lapse (from, yes, a very shitty camera) that was set to take a photo once every minute (if I remember correctly). The camera was somewhat hidden—it didn’t have a ‘shutter sound,’ and yet the figure appears to be looking directly at the computer desk, where the camera was hidden, the very moment it was taken.”
“I converted an old Android phone into a IP security cam that starts recording and send me an email on motion. Set it up before going out of town. One night I got a ‘motion detected’ email at 3 AM. In the morning I went through the video, recording somehow got jammed and it shows a single frame of a weird silhouette standing in front of the door, with the door open (I left it close, and it was closed when I got back home).”
“Took this picture in room 502 of Waverly Hills Sanatorium while on a tour of the facility during the evening. The picture was completely black due to lack of light, but this showed up when I cranked up the brightness and contrast. I took hundreds of pictures that night, but this was the only one with anything of note. Pareidolia?”
“Heard of the Hessdalsphenomenon?Here’s a wiki article. I recorded this in 2007. It’s a natural phenomenon occurring in Hessdalen, Norway. Every now and then, these light orbs will float through the valley before disappearing. Scientists have been trying to figure this one out for many decades but still don’t have a clear answer as to what it is.
My middle school was picked to assist some college students and their professor in their research on this thing in order to ‘promote science’ or something, and I was one of the students who volunteered. I got the role of cameraman and ended up recording the footage. It’s been in documentaries that have been shown on Scandinavian television, as well as in the UK and North America.
“Was walking around The University of Texas campus my freshman year there (2011), snapping random pictures with my new camera. Looked at the pic and ran away scared. There was no one around except me and my friend. This photo has given me chills ever since.
“I pulled up some carpet at the apartment I grew up in Queens, NY because I knew there was perfectly good wood floor under it. After putting the room back together I noticed a dark stain that kind of looked like a body. Almost like a body was left there for a long time and stained the floor so I snapped this pic. Sorry for the quality; it was taken 2008ish on a Blackberry Bold. The white object is what is strange or ‘unexplained’ about the pic, not the stain.”
“When I was in Japan for a mini-exchange program trip, we went to an aquarium and I, of course, being a nerd who love museums took a ton of pictures. I got a picture taken of me with my Japanese counterpart and in the picture is this fully formed image of the face that kind of reminded me of a really old man with a long, thin neck winding off to the right side of the camera. It’s blue and partially transparent but really well formed.”
“I didn’t take these photos, but one of the guys who was with me did—he showed them to me when they were still on his camera, and they were taken maybe a few minutes apart at most. It was on a ghost tour through Old City, Philadelphia where a ‘Hag’ is supposedly seen. I’ve been trying to figure out what could have caused the shadow for a while.”
“A few years back I was on my own walking around my house using my phone. For whatever reason I accidentally used burst camera (where it takes like ten photos at once) while I was walking across the hallway.
In a couple of the photos you can see a weird dark figure stood at the other end. I had no idea. Not until I saw them in my gallery a few days later.”
“I worked for a company that provides patrol services in Portland, Oregon. Since I’ve recently left that company I’ve decided to share some stories from my time working there. In between responding to calls for service, we would provide ‘lockup’ services for clients. That means we would show up and lock the offices, gates, pools, or whatever they wanted locked.
On this particular night, I had been on the job for only a few months. I was in a very affluent area called Lake Oswego performing a property patrol of one of the many apartment complexes there. Well, this specific apartment has a pool house that they like us to lock up after 1 AM.
It was about 12:45 so I decided to lock it up early since I was leaving the area after this patrol. I go inside and sweep the pool house. It looks like it does every day. Nothing particularly out of the ordinary. I had always gotten creepy vibes inside of that pool house, though. I never felt as if I was alone and I’d always encounter cold spots. My supervisor reported having the same issue on several occasions. Anyhow, everything looks business as usual. There is no water outside of the tub, no spare towels left lying around, the chairs and tables are all in order. I go check the side door and find it secured.
I go back to secure the main door and as I’m doing so I hear the water move. I then heard two quick footsteps (like wet socks squish when you walk in them), and felt something tap my shoulder.
I jumped and turned around, with the crap scared out of me because I thought I was alone, and there was nobody there. All I saw were two fresh prints of bare feet on the concrete floor.
Throughout the following months I told my story to residents and showed them the pictures. I had a few that reported similar instances of things happening to them. One resident said that on one occasion he was drying off after getting out of the hot tub on a late night. He was alone in the pool house when suddenly there was a huge splash in the pool as if somebody had just jumped in the pool. But he was alone and had no idea what caused it.
I never personally had any issues after that besides the feeling of being watched and cold spots in the pool house. Definitely one of the spookiest things to ever happen to me.”
“I took this picture in Waukesha, WI back in January of 2013 on the day of my dad’s funeral. On our way to the church we drove down this street full of Victorian houses and I was snapping a few shots of them. I was looking at the pics later on that night and noticed something weird about this one. At first glance it’s just a pretty house, but look closer in the bushes by the window. You can see what looks like glowing red eyes.”
“Manila, Philippines. It is like everything imagined in some dystopian novel in real life. Thick, acrid exhaust from Vietnam-era Jeeps idling in unimaginable traffic spews out and blankets every surface in a layer of filth. High above the concrete jungle, billboards in English advertise luxury goods to the sect of the populace that can afford them. Malls are the main attraction and places of gathering, promoting a consumerist culture that eclipses even that of America. The street food is, generally, awful. It’s the only major Asian city that I have spent time in that I felt concerned for my physical well-being in potential robbery scenarios. I absolutely love some rural parts of the Philippines, though, and stomach Manila to be able to return to those places.”
“Beijing. What even is that place? So disgustingly dirty. Children urinate and defecate in the street. Their pants pull open at the crotch with snaps so they can do this. The public restrooms, if you can even call them that, are literal holes in the ground with piles of shit and bloody tampons in them with no toilet paper and no proper way to wash your hands. Their national monuments are so poorly cared for. The Forbidden City, for example, looks like you could blow it over. Their homeless are so horribly disfigured and uncared for it is shocking. The smog/pollution. Anyone who says China will take over the world one day has never been to China.”
“Kabul, Afghanistan…place where I stayed was attacked by the Taliban. The security guard was killed and some of my colleagues were wounded. Not only that, most of us ended up with tapeworms after eating the food; seems the farmers used human waste to fertilize their farms and the fruits and veggies were not washed property by the kitchen staff. It was a common sight to see old abandoned Russian tanks on the side of the road, lots of the houses have bullet holes and winter can be brutally cold in Kabul as heater is not available in most places.”
“Juarez. When I arrived, there was a news blurb on the radio about a guy freezing to death because his house only had three walls. The streets smelled like trash and urine. Pass.”
“Tijuana, Mexico. Utter poverty, begging children, thieves, animal abuse, heavily armed paramilitary police in trucks and the worst part—expensive covers for every bar! Also, people forcing liquor into your mouth and then asking you to pay them. It’s like a war zone with overpriced, shitty bars.”
“Ulaanbaatar, capital of Mongolia. Stinks like shit, smoke everywhere, coal mines and ore smelters next to the heart of the city. Terrible traffic. Urgh…”
“Agra, India. The Taj Mahal was one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen in my life…but the surrounding city is an absolute shithole. The fact that a horrible, grimy, incredibly poor entire city surrounds the pristine walls of the Taj made it a weird place to visit, too.”
“Johannesburg, South Africa hands-down. Everyone told me to avoid it at all costs but I thought it would be fine to stay for just a night until my train left for Zimbabwe so I figured, what the hell?
When I got off the bus I was the only white person who exited and I was immediately bombarded by cabdrivers pulling my shirt almost literally trying to drag me into their cabs. I stood my ground as they tried to remove my backpack from me. A few of them started to fight with each other and while I don’t think any punches were thrown it started to get violent. I quickly hurried over to another cab driver who was patiently waiting a little further back. When we started to pull out of the bus lot, another cabdriver drove his cab into ours, blocking the exit. Definitely hit us hard enough for some exterior damage to the bumper, but nothing more. My driver just pushed the other car out of the way with his by putting the pedal to the floor. This all happened in about a span of two minutes from the time I stepped out of the bus.
My heart was racing, and I had heard horror stories about how bad the witch doctor stuff around the area is and at the time it really felt like I was going to be kidnapped and cut up into healing medicine. I was even considering trying to get out of the moving cab because I was afraid he wasn’t taking me where I asked.
Once I got to my hostel, there were armed guards surrounding the perimeter, which is pretty typical in heavily populated areas of South Africa, but there were definitely more at this hostel than others I had been to. The place was a total shithole. Literally rats in the fridge. I had a little food to cook but I couldn’t bring myself to cook in that kitchen. After taking a few hours to calm down and collect myself I convinced myself that I was overreacting and that it’s all fine. I got the courage to walk the 1.5 miles to the nearest grocery store, the guy at the desk said it would be fine. It was not. I was such an idiot.
On my walk, I saw a house burning and it seemed like no one even noticed. People were just walking by it like it wasn’t even happening. I felt like I was in a post-apocalyptic movie. I got harassed by six or seven 14-year-old school kids dressed in uniform. They went out of their way to follow me and shout the ‘N’ word at me. Some of the kids were bigger than I was so I just looked straight and kept walking. They lingered behind me for a few hundred feet or so and were thrusting themselves at me with their fists up and laughing. It was really hard to not turn around but I could tell they were looking for a reaction out of me and wanting an excuse for it to get physical. It was terrible. I was expecting to get a fist to the back of the head, but they eventually lost interest one at a time. Almost pissed myself.
After I made it to the grocery store I got a cab back to the hostel because I was sure the walk back would be worse as it was starting to get dark. I set up my tent in the tent area, which is right next to the four-foot-tall wall. The wall was covered in glass but it was kind of pointless because anyone could relatively effortlessly jump it. Around midnight I was Skyping with one of my friends back home when a gunfight started outside the wall. The shots were so loud it felt like it was happening just on the other side of the wall. I’m sure it wasn’t that close but it sure felt like I was in the middle of it. Panicked, I ran into the kitchen to find one of the staff ‘cleaning” and I’ll never forget our conversation.
Me: Did you hear those gun shots?
Him: Yeah.
Me: ……… Should I be concerned???
Him: Were they shooting at you?
Me: No…
Him: Then go back to bed.
I don’t think I slept very much that night. I spent less than 24 hours there in total and that was way too much for me. Never again.”
“Kingston, Jamaica 3rd world poverty. Just a dirty, crime-filled area. Kids begging in the streets in the middle of the day; people urinating out in the open; homeless everywhere.
Jamaica in general. Definitely stay in a group, on a guided tour. You do not explore the island on your own. You will be robbed. The island resorts paint a very different picture.”
“Delhi. Hands down a complete fucking hellhole. I explored the whole of Rajasthan, headed to Mumbai and then down through Goa. Out of all those cities, towns and villages (including Agra which is notoriously hellish) Delhi is by far the worst place I have been on the planet. Unfortunately, I was forced to return in order to fly home. (I did try to change our flights so we could head home from Mumbai rather than return, but it wasn’t possible.)”
“Middlesbrough, UK. I’ve witnessed two burglaries, one mugging, rampant prostitution, and the neighbor threw his wife out of their front living room window. We called the police and they said it was an all-out call (?) and they were aware of an incident at that address. Also, I used to smoke and would go outside to do it as I was hypocritical smoker and didn’t like the smell all over my things. There was a nasty rubbery burning smell which is normal for Middlesbrough as it’s an industrial dump but it was stronger than normal. Next day on the news they reported that a man murdered his wife with a knife, jammed her in the boot of his car, and set it on fire the next road over from mine. I was smelling dead lady. To conclude, never under any circumstances go to Middlesbrough. Also, H heads everywhere. And ‘re-homed’ Gypos who were as every bit as pleasant as you might expect.”
“I’ve been to a lot of places. China, Thailand, South Africa, several island nations scattered across the world, most of Europe, Brazil, and a handful of other places.
The worst place I’ve ever experienced is Chennai, India. If there’s a worse place on earth, I don’t want to see it. I spent three weeks there volunteering at a local clinic in one of the poorer parts of town. For reference, I also spent about a week doing volunteer work in the townships around Cape Town. The townships are thought of as some of the most dangerous places on earth, comparable to the favelas in Rio or the worst inner cities in the US. Chennai was not nearly as dangerous as the townships. But somehow, it was MUCH worse. The stink alone was enough for me. The whole city smelled strongly of human excrement and animal stench. It wasn’t that people were poor (although they certainly were), it was that nobody gave a shit. The folks in the townships might have wished for a better life and would have made one for themselves if it were possible. The poor in Chennai have given up on the very idea of a good life. Many just live, waiting to die.
Some of the things I saw included:
• Not a single honest taxi or motorbike. All of them tried charging more than the agreed-upon price after we arrived and would make a big scene trying to shame us into paying them. Or they’d take us to their ‘brother’s’ shop and wouldn’t leave unless we bought something or threatened to walk without paying him.
• A human baby floating face-down in a puddle of human excrement.
• A dead human body with goats eating it as people passively sat and watched.
• Various dead bodies of many species floating in rivers.
• Naked, starving children burning trash for heat outside the walled, armed gates of Fortune 500 companies, hotels, & government buildings.
A group of men wielding metal pipes approaching me from the other side of an alleyway while their friends blocked the entrance we came in. Luckily my traveling companion had a knife and there happened to be a large piece of wood near me; otherwise we would have been robbed for sure, or maybe much worse.
A leper clawing at the arm of my traveling companion and refusing to stop or leave unless we gave her money. I booted her in the chest and have not regretted it once.
“Aligarh, India. There is literally garbage everywhere, you can barely walk on foot without having to cover your nose, it smells horrible. If you’re a girl and wear anything that shows a little skin (like a tank top or capri pants) be prepared for catcalls. Can’t go for a morning walk without running into some idiot taking a sh*t on the street. Worst. Place. Ever.”
“Marrakesh—fuck the hassle, they (street vendors) were totally OK with putting their hands on me to slow me down and buy some shit, only to retaliate with ‘no touch me’ when I would swat their hands out the way. The rest of Morocco is pretty damn beautiful, tho.”
“Limerick, Ireland. Everywhere I went in Ireland on holiday was beautiful, had lovely people, and felt like a place I’d want to live…except Limerick. Dirty streets, rude locals, and a dark and creepy atmosphere made me realize why everyone told my sister (who we were dropping off to study abroad) that Limerick is nicknamed ‘Stab City.’”
“Irkutsk, Russia (Siberia). Basically any place in Siberia is a racist cesspool. The whole city was covered in swastika graffiti. I was told I was ‘unpure’ since I was an American traveling with an Asian. Lake Baikal is gorgeous, but Irkutsk and Siberia is a terrible, terrible place.”
“Rio de Janeiro. Hot and humid, crime-ridden, the tourist spots are expensive, their museums are tiny, buses are places where you get robbed the fastest, the food’s not even as good as most other locations. Lastly, a special spot is reserved for the Tourist Police, which served more as a deterrent to foreigners committing crimes than the locals. Saw them bust a guy for smoking a joint, but not the dude that sold it to him right in the open.”
“Lourdes, France. Heartbreaking to see communities raise money to have someone ‘cured’ of their disease or ailment. Paying for a plane ticket and lodging for an entire church group. Seeing them giddy while being pushed in a wheelchair up the side of a hill to go get holy water. Then, unfailingly, seeing them rolling back down the hill still in a wheelchair. They always look so sad and disappointed. On your way to and back, as you pass through the little village, you get a sense of being at a shitty fair. Light-up LED crucifixes and Virgin Mary lighters in every shop.”
“Come to Egypt, it’s beautiful. But don’t stay in Cairo, just don’t. I know they’re cool, but I’d say don’t even go see the pyramids (which are in Giza, ‘part’ of Cairo). The place is a shit hole. Thirty million people crammed in one city, not as dense as some popular ones but one of the biggest cities in the world. The weather patterns have changed due to the layer of smog over the city, making every day seem cloudy, and you never see the blue sky. You can feel the pollution and dust on your skin as you walk in average 30+ degree weather. And the driving, oh the driving. Not just a pain, actually dangerous. It has some of the most accidents in the world. The Nile in Cairo, being the last stop of the longest river in the world before entering the sea, is polluted and not nearly as nice as the rest of it. Crime here is high, the people are either extremely poor or part of a very limited group of the extremely rich (who live in gated communities and go to parks that are some of the only nice places inside those gated communities). The police are corrupt (more than run-of-the-mill corruption). It’s what you think of when you think of dangerous Third World country.”
“Jerusalem. Dirty, broken-down, and too much underlying tension about what ‘religious team’ you belong to built into every interaction you have with locals. The whole place takes way too much effort to be worth a visit back.”
“San Salvador, El Salvador. Arrived in the middle of the night and tried to find a place to stay. Every second person was either carrying a machete, a handgun, or a shotgun. When I finally found a room in my price range they asked if I wanted it by the hour or for the night. Never again.”
“In 2010, I was part of a humanitarian mission to Pakistan after the worst monsoon in 20ish years. We flew off of a naval ship and stopped in Karachi to refuel. This place smelled just the absolute fucking worst. There is a slaughterhouse in the city, and apparently no dumping ordinances as they just dumped it right outside the gates. Buildings with more than one floor usually have a balcony of sorts, but routinely were piled up to the roof with trash and more bags of trash. Also, the whole detachment got the shits. And I mean, squat and burn for 30 minutes praying to the Virgin that something would smite the evil in your bowels, usually 3 or 4 times a day. The corpsman had to request a supply of meds be flown in from good old USA to put it down. Took about two weeks to burn through all of us.”
“Casablanca, Morocco. Yes, there are some pretty areas and omg the movie Casablanca, but the city is overwhelmingly the opposite of that. We stayed in a ‘five-star hotel’ and were told not to walk around at night. The hotel also told us to never hail a taxi on our own, always have the hotel do it for us—because they only use the reputable companies and we would not be safe if we did it on our own. Some females in our group were yelled at on the street, followed and called whores because they did not have their heads covered: the country’s heritage is part Muslim and part French, and it is by no means required to wear a head covering—we did extensive research on that before we went and were also far from sticking out as women without head coverings, I would say it was about 60/40 split between women who wore head coverings vs. those who did not. We were harassed on the streets, and overall the city was just dirty, smelly, unwelcoming, and the overwhelming poverty and things that come with that (panhandlers, homeless, aggressive hustlers for everything) just made us really uncomfortable. I’ve traveled to many different countries, some of them solo as a mid-20’s female, and have never felt as uncomfortable and unsafe as I did in Casablanca.”
“Stockholm. Visited it once, and honestly I have problems saying ‘I don’t hate Sweden’ after that. City itself is beautiful, but people there are either completely sad and depressed, drugged to death, or Muslim immigrants behaving like animals. I haven’t met anyone with a smile; there was considerable fear in the air, and the city felt like it was in a state of war.”
“San José, Costa Rica. Everything ultra-ugly and dirty. On a crossroads some drunk guy with a machete sticking out of his pants crossed the road in front of us.”
“Naples, Italy during the 07-08 sanitation crisis. It’s not a beautiful city to begin with, but wading through garbage made it way, way, way worse.
It was also the only city in Italy in which the locals were openly hostile to me as a foreigner—in other cities, responses ranged from amusement to irritation to ambivalence, but there were never any overt threats. In Naples I was repeatedly threatened with violence and had to fight off a bag-snatcher (which, in retrospect, was probably a terrible idea, but he had come upon me while I was dozing off and my sense of self-preservation hadn’t woken up yet).
It was also the town with the highest number of blatantly underage prostitutes, who were just as aggressive.
I also happened across a man beating the shit out of his lady friend outside a well-peopled bar. I regret tremendously walking away, but I was in no position to help.
There was one cafe that opened very early, had great coffee and a very very cute barista who seemed to think my broken Italian was charming. She served me on the house and wrote down what I’m pretty sure was her number (I didn’t tell her I had no phone). For her and the coffee, Naples gets two angry mountains of garbage out of 10.”
“Athens. The historical sites were beautiful and well-kept, but other than that the city was a shithole. There was not a single brick clean in the city. Every place was spray painted full with anarchy or hammer-and-sickle signs. Streets smelled very bad because garbage was rotting in the sun.
To top this all we went to dine in the evening like 10 PM and I almost tackled two guys with syringes in their veins. And it was dead center of the city in a medium-size street! Also, homeless people sleeping in mattresses everywhere. That was the first and last time we went out in the dark.
Also, every taxi driver tries to fool you to pay extra and no receipts ever if you don’t ask for them.
Sober people were mostly nice and had maybe best service ever in a restaurant near the Acropolis. Also, our motel staff and owner were really nice.
I’m still glad we got to see the historical places before those are ruined, too, but also glad we didn’t invest our whole holiday for Athens. After this we flew to Izmir, Turkey which was to our relief a much, much better experience.
“Varanasi, India. I say this for two reasons. Both literally relating to shit.
First because I shit more in the five days I was there than any man should in any five-day stretch. I’ve been to the Third World plenty of times in my life. I have had the runs. The normal runs you get most places you get for a day or two and then you get over them. This was water out of my ass for a week straight. I don’t want to go into the medical details of what it was. It was the worst I’ve ever experienced. I didn’t have hemorrhoids before that trip. I did after.
Second, the streets were the shittiest. Cow poop, dog poop, human poop. I got the sense while I was there that they don’t really have sewers, or at least most people and creatures don’t really know they exist. Most of the toilets are those holes in the floor of the bathroom (a lot of the world is like that, actually). You can imagine how that turns out. But this means many people there also don’t really know how to use Western toilets, so when you did manage to find one it was always in the worst possible condition. The first person to use it didn’t flush, nor the second, nor the third. You can tell that someone might have tried flushing, but it just clogged up and then every person after either passed on using the toilet or didn’t have a choice. Then of course nobody wants to clean it, so there it sits, a tower of shit on the one Western toilet in the southern half of Varanasi. I was one of the ones who didn’t have a choice.
So, I’m never going back.
A third reason also related to shit exists. The sewers that do exist all run out into the river. Where people swim among the half-burned corpses, industrial runoff, and the several dozen shits I took on Monday because I ate something with parasites in it. The city is shitty.”
“Cheb, Czech Republic. In general, the problem with border cities of Czechia is that Germans come over for the cheap prostitution and it’s plagued with whorehouses, but this one might be the worst as on top of this is full of gypsies, in one particular occasion what happened to me is that I needed to change trains to continue to Prague, the switch happened at around 11:30PM but the next train would not come until 5 in the morning…so I am waiting in the train station and the police decide to close it and kick everyone in there to avoid having Gypsies sleeping in the station, so there was nothing open in the freezing winter except a smoky bar, with more Gypsies and prostitutes doing meth.”
“Gary, Indiana. I was driving cross-country with my father, who is a musician. It was getting toward night and my dad was like, ‘Hey, Gary Indiana! Like the song! We HAVE to stay there tonight.’ Yeah, no. We pulled off the Interstate and were immediately in what looked like a good area to be robbed and shot. Then we got lost trying to find the Interstate again. My dad finally stopped at a gas station for directions, and I, an 18-year-old girl at the time, had a horrifying panic attack because I couldn’t decide where I was more likely to die: by leaving the safety of the car but sticking by my dad or by locking the car doors and hiding in the backseat by myself.
For the record, while I am a suburban white girl, I was raised a stone’s throw from NYC and was, at the time, driving my mom through some really bad neighborhoods 2-3x/month to go to a certain hospital for transplant follow-up. Like, gunshots a few streets over every now and again, especially if the appointments lasted towards dark. And I was fine. Maybe it was just that section of Gary, but I will never ever go there again. My dad, the most unflappable hippie you’ve ever met, was scared. This man walked right up to a schizophrenic man wielding a gun and talked him down. NOTHING shakes my father, but that place did.
“Colorado City, Arizona. Stopped for gas. All the locals stopped what they were doing and watched our every move. Nobody would speak to us even after we said hello. Strange.”
“McComb, Mississippi. My car broke down on the side of the road there when I was on my way to New Orleans. If it wasn’t for the generosity of a trucker named Mike, I probably never would have made it out. No joke, it was like that Bill Hicks bit where some redneck gives him a bunch of static for reading a book. Lots of ‘you aren’t from around here, boy’ types wandering about like the living dead.
I just did a quick Google search to see what’s shaking in McComb these days, and apparently it’s the fucking buildings.
Kramer Roof, home to the Jubilee Performing Arts Center and downtown McComb’s tallest building, crumbled onto itself just before 6 PM.
That place was only two stories up, so now every building in McComb is the tallest building.”
“Reading, PA. It feels like one big bad neighborhood. I saw Louis CK there on his last tour, and when the special came out (2017), he specifically called out Reading for being shitty.”
Some of the places in this thread are bad because of the high crime.
Some of them are here because they smell bad, or you can’t drink the water.
Bakersfield is a functioning town. It has reasonable employment. The roads work. The crime rate is somewhat high, but nothing too out of the ordinary. so why is it on here?
It is the closest thing to purgatory I have ever seen. It’s two hours from anything. It’s in the middle of the Californian desert between San Jose and LA. It’s hot, flat, and all the potentially interesting views are covered by oil pumps. There is nothing to do in Bakersfield, other than your odd movie theater or maybe bowling alley. But surely, surely it is cheap and affordable to live here?
“Amarillo. Neon, truckers, strip joints, and the stench of cattle. All stuck between two of the world’s worst tourist traps—the Big Texan and Cadillac Row—ridiculous.”
“El Centro, CA. There is nothing there but fields, dirt, heat, and tweakers. It’s like the town embodiment of a Walmart, just poverty and hopelessness and people who are not quite right.”
“Salina, KS. I pulled in off the highway and there was a motel, a church, and a liquor store. Nothing says culinary excellence like building a meal from liquor store snacks. The room next to mine in the motel had plywood for the front door. There was a minivan across the parking lot that was selling something, as cars would come park right next to it throughout the night, a guy would run out the van into the said car, then back into his van. Meth deals can be fun to watch, I guess. The poor motel guy was the owner’s son, and he gave me the Wi-Fi password and wished me luck with it. No Wi-Fi. Atrocious. Around 11 PM a highway crew pulled up with some work trucks, and they rented out the two rooms to my left. Commence the middle-of-nowhere Kansas party. From the godawful country rap rock they were blasting to the presence of two loud friends that came later, I’ve seen and heard all I need to in regards to this little slice of heaven. Pretty sure the girls that showed up in the Honda were hookers as well, as one of them took another dude out back around for some Funtime, they talked in front of my door for about twenty minutes before heading to Actiontown. Such poetry, such America.”
“Aberdeen, Washington. I spent a few days there doing some work for a local business, and it’s the most depressing place I have ever been to. It’s an old logging town that was exploited for its resources and never recovered after the Great Depression. I asked a bartender what sustains the town and he honestly could not give me an answer. You may have heard of it at some point as it is the hometown of Kurt Cobain and Krist Novoselic of Nirvana. I can honestly say that after spending a few days there, I have a much better understanding of where grunge music came from.”
“El Paso. You would think a city of this size would have some meaningful infrastructure, but it is a clusterfuck. My one weekend there was marred with the most traffic accidents I have ever witnessed on a per-mile ratio in my life. It isn’t just the godawful drivers, it is the rolling labyrinth of mazes that they call a highway system that leads to this misery. When we first arrived, there were 11 accidents in a 14-mile stretch; what kind of ratio is that? On top of that, I watched cops pull people over for seemingly petty offenses all around the city. You’ll never see as many blue lights flickering in your life as you will on a drive through El Paso.
I can’t even begin to describe how much I hated this city. Take the traffic of LA, with the roads of Detroit, and the tourist navigation friendliness factor of the Mojave Desert, and you have El Paso.”
“Dumas. Mother. Fucking. Texas. Worked there for 3 months and experienced 8 seasons. Sometimes 2-3 seasons in one day. 23* and snowing at 6 am to 95* at 3pm… And the wind. Holy shit. The wind. 20mph average. 40-45mph gust. All. Fucking. Day. It rained mud once. RAINED MUD. where the fuck does that happen?
“Macon, GA. Tire blew out on a rental car near what looked exactly like a set for TWD and was threatened with being arrested for trespassing in an open parking lot. The entire vibe of the city was ‘Come to get murdered, stay for the crack.’”
“Paterson, NJ. Went there once to visit the embassy. Parked my car on the street (stupid). Walked a few blocks to get to the building. Was offered drugs about 3 or 4 times. Locked eyes with a young female drug addict who didn’t belong there. I felt really bad for her. Saw homeless people sleeping on benches and sidewalks on main busy streets. There’s a lot people with nothing to do just hanging around. It was about noon on a weekday. Had trouble finding the building, asked a cop to help me locate it because I didn’t feel like wandering around anymore in that town. I’ll never go back. There are no redeeming qualities of that place whatsoever.”
“I haven’t been to too many shitty places, but I’d like to share the story of Manassas, Virginia.
Manassas is the city I grew up in. It’s so devoid of culture we used to get excited when McDonalds had a new sandwich. It’s only aspiration is to house every name brand restaurant in America. It’s a town with a 7-11 next to a 7-11. The mall has never not smelled like mildew.
Manassas is the kind of town where, when you see it, you think ‘yeah, I can totally see how this is the sort of place where a man could be enough of a pure suburban shitstain that he got his dick cut off by his wife.’”
“East St. Louis looks like something straight up out of Mad Max, it is post-apocalyptic with people burning trash and staring at you with 2X4s in hand and prostitutes missing chunks of hair waving at you in the middle of the day, also saw my first real-life tumble weed there. Ended up there by accident trying to get to Pop’s Music Venue and when my two friends and myself did, two cops pulled up to us and told us ‘WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE??!!! GO DOWN THIS STREET AND TAKE A RIGHT AND GET ON THE HIGHWAY NOW!!’”
“Redding, California. It’s hot, hot, hot, there’s nothing to do, nothing pretty to see, and the meth capital of Northern California.
It’s also the only place I’ve been where skinheads walking around sporting swastika tattoos doesn’t seem to bother anyone. After the first one I saw, sported on a skinhead walking down the street shirtless, I started to notice the city is white. All white.
Over the course of 3 days, I managed to spot six people who were anything not obviously white. My sister moved there, then promptly moved out 2 years later. Bought house, sold house.”
Central Valley. Hot as Hades. One of the most violent cities per capita. I visited some friends and we went out to eat at some super sketchy place with scary people.
I lived there with my family for a little over a year and it was fucking miserable.
The city is massive and there’s more bad areas than good.
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK IF IT’S A ‘DRY HEAT’—120 degrees is still 120 mother fucking degrees! Want to know what that is in Celsius? 49. 49 fucking degrees.
Rampant racism. Whites, Hispanics/Latinos, and Asians all hating on one another.
Couldn’t drink the tap water. Not only did it taste like salty pool water, there’d be advisories warning people to not to drink it, and in worst case scenarios, to not bathe in it. There was a water store down the street from us and we’d refill out 5-gallon water jugs each week so we could have safe water.
Despite having a pool, you couldn’t safely swim during the height of summer because the water would be too warm. Cannot tell you how many times we’d hear on the news of someone having heat stroke in the pool, and sometimes even drowning.
You live in the desert! Huzzah! It’s survival of the fittest and just about everything wants to fucking kill you! If it can’t do that, it will hurt you, very much! Just about everything bites, stings and is poisonous or venomous in some way. And scorpions! Scorpions fucking everywhere!
Aside from the heat, the weather was usually at some extreme. Torrential down pours, haboobs, flash floods, frosts… etc., etc.”
“Syracuse, NY. A dingy, charmless, post-industrial city with some of the most soul-crushing weather imaginable. The cold, snow, and wind is absolutely brutal. It was like living in a Dickens novel for 8 months out of the year. It also has Lake Onondaga, which was (and might still be) the most polluted body of water in America. Oh, and Syracuse has no Uber (still!). Spent 4 years there and couldn’t wait to leave.”
“Utica, NY. When I was about 12, my parents and I were driving to a show where my mom would be performing; she was a singer-songwriter. On our way, the lug nuts on one of the tires became loose and, as I recall, the tire nearly came off on the highway. (I didn’t know much about cars at 12. I still don’t.) We ultimately got a tow and ended up in Utica. The town looks like someone left a regular town in the rain and forgot about it for a few decades. While we were waiting for whatever repair needed to be completed, I remember my dad asking the mechanic if there was a place to get dinner around town. ‘Burger King,’ he replied. My dad asked, ‘No, I mean, like a restaurant, somewhere you can sit down and have a meal.’ The mechanic replied, ‘Burger King has seats.’ Haven’t been back since.”
“Newark. I was there in the early 00’s doing some work at the airport to upgrade airfield lighting gear. The hotel where I was staying had a deal with the local police—there was an armed officer in the lobby at all times. The parking lot was surrounded with a 12-foot-high fence with razor wire across the top—it looked like something from East Germany. There were big warning signs everywhere about not leaving valuables in your car etc. All I remember is grey concrete, garbage, and what looked like misery and despair on the faces of the locals.”
“Camden, NJ. I went there to get a hard to find beer with some friends. As soon as I get there, I see a guy riding his bike stop, puke, and just continue on like it was nothing. There was a liquor store nearly every block and it seemed like every person in the city made a pact to stop fixing things in the 80s (cars, buildings, roads, everything).”
“Fresno, lived there for a year. No jobs, crime and gangs everywhere, homeless everywhere, poverty everywhere, corrupt police force, horrible summers, zero to do except drive to the coast or to the mountains. The worst year of my life I mean this literally. I’ve been gone for 7 years, the first 5 I woke up with reoccurring nightmares of living there again.”
“Don’t insult anyone’s genitals during sex. Women don’t need to hear that their unshaved vulva is ugly and men don’t need to hear that their uncut penis is a turnoff.”
“Sneezing. A friend was once banging this girl, they were both very drunk. She was on top, suddenly sneezed in his face and at the same time did a sneeze induced-shit on his balls. It killed the mood a bit.”
“Farting a blast of death and destruction in my face and then trying to continue without giving me a damn minute to recover. NO AARON* I DO NOT WANT YOUR DICK UNTIL IT CLEARS UP IN HERE WHAT IS HARD TO UNDERSTAND ABOUT THAT.”
“Totally personal this one, and I know some people are in to it. But if you want to make me stop immediately and never be attracted to you again, call me Mommy or ask me to call you Daddy.”
“Going from ass straight into the pussy. That’s just a miasma of nasty waiting to happen, not kosher. Just say no, it’s like dipping a chip twice in the communal dip.”
“Please don’t jerk dryly on my dick. It hurts. To clarify, I’m not saying that you don’t jerk on my dry dick, but don’t just reef and tug on it like you’re trying to pull start a weed whacker.”
“Pointing out any imperfections. They’re trusting you enough to take their clothes off for you, so the least you can do is enjoy the beauty of the human body before you and not focus on any flaws.”
29. Ask if you can watch porn because you can’t get hard otherwise.
“Do NOT ask if you can watch porn ’cause you cannot get hard during intercourse. That’s gonna fuck up your girlfriend’s ego and you gonna get an earful of it for months. If you can’t do it just don’t do it. Also don’t use viagra unless you’re a porn star or in your 50s.”
“Biting the clit. Literally biting, like it bled….Have had someone bite me tho, thought it was ‘sexy’ and didn’t calculate how much it would hurt. It’s sensitive down there!!!”
“Don’t suddenly start going on about giving me your babies or making me pregnant or similar things, especially when you never established if I found that hot (I don’t).”
“Don’t assume your partner is flexible or strong enough for creative sex positions without asking. Pulled muscles and dislocated joints kill the mood.”
“Asking consent for everything. It’s sweet and everything but sometimes it just takes the mood out of it. If I want to retract the consent I gave you beginning of the night I will say so. You don’t need to ask every five minutes.”
37. Tell them ‘you’re so hot’ over and over again.
“Don’t tell your intercourse partner ‘you’re so hot’ over and over again, no matter how hot they are. I’ve had several guys do this and it is SO ANNOYING. I always end up telling them to shut up, which feels mean and I don’t like being mean to someone who is currently inside me…but they leave me with no choice.”
“GOING IN DRY. I cannot stress this enough, no matter where your entry is, if your partner is dry, its going to fucking hurt. Also it’ll hurt you too, remember that post about the guy who ripped his banjo string cuz he went in dry? Lube is a beautiful lifesaver, and it’s even helpful if you two want a quickie and she has a problem with getting wet quick enough. Also, stay hydrated out there, ladies.”
“PULLING YOUR PHONE OUT TO RECORD OR TAKE PICTURES. even if she says no! always ask first and respect what they say. putting anything in butthole without asking first. putting your finger from the butthole (even just a little bit) then to the vagina. doing anything new you didnt discuss prior. includes asking them to beg for it or to say stuff or have stuff said to them farting at any time especially oral. looking off into the distance/ intently watching TV.”
1. The lactating woman had a boob out and was filling shot glasses for everybody to drink.
“When I was a Marine, I came back to the barracks to find that half of the Machine gunners were drunk as shit partying on the second story with two chicks they picked up in Oceanside (outside base). Anyway, the skankier of the two women had apparently just given birth not too long before because she was lactating. So as I get closer I realize that the lactating woman had a boob out and is filling shot glasses for everybody to drink. I noped out of there.”
2. Two girls lost their weaves while fighting; dude grabs them and starts selling them on the street corner.
“Outside of a bar these two black girls started scrapping and their weaves went FLYING across the street. A black dude went over, grabbed the weaves, and started selling them on the street corner lol.”
3. A five-inch turd comes rolling out of her pant leg.
“Walking down a crowded street in Chicago Loop area. A woman in sweat pants ahead of me starts to duck walk a bit; she straightens up, takes two steps, and a five-inch turd comes rolling out of her pant leg.”
4. A guy bites off a bartender’s finger after the bartender attempts to stop him from getting a blowjob in the bar.
“A girl was giving a guy head in the smoking room of a bar. The bartender on duty finds out and attempts to break up the festivities. The guy who was being pleasured proceeds to bite the bartender’s finger off.
Thankfully, this was really close to a hospital and they managed to reattach his finger.”
5. I saw an old bearded man drop a cigarette in a puddle of vomit, then pick it back up and continue smoking it.
“I’m from a town in the UK that is notorious for being an absolute trash fest, so I have quite a few stories to tell. I remember one time, though, I saw an old bearded man drop a cigarette in a puddle of vomit, then pick it back up and continue smoking it.”
7. Pregnant mom had been smoking crack all night, and when the baby fell out of her, it was blue.
“I’m a paramedic, and we get called for an active maternity call. As we pull up, there’s four cops outside absolutely losing their shit, which is normally a sign that there’s something unholy going on inside, because normally visions of press releases, medals, and sugar plums dance in cops’ heads at maternity calls. We go inside to find a fifth cop, a female, starring in mute horror. The mother is standing there was the baby on the ground, not breathing, umbilical cord still attached. Crack pipe in hand, still smoking.
As we walk up, the placenta falls out, which for anyone who knows, is a sign that this isn’t her first, second, or third rodeo. We found out later that this was kid number seven with Daddy number five. My team goes to work on the baby, the other crew goes to work on mom. Turns out mom had been smoking crack all night, and when the baby fell out of her, thought nothing of the fact the it was blue. Then this conversation happened.
‘Isn’t my baby beautiful? He’s that color because his father is black.’ My partner, who’s a legendary smartass, responded with ‘Honey, unless his father is a Smurf, he’s not supposed to be that color.’
So we work the kid up, get the kid ventilated, get IV access, and the kid rapidly improves. We get the kid out to my bus, and get him packaged. My partner goes back in the get the placenta….and then has to fight the women’s giant pet rabbit for it.
The kid did fine and was placed into foster care.”
9. She walks out of the bedroom with the cum of eight guys dripping down her legs.
“At a college party, in an apartment. Seriously hot girl, Daisy Dukes and a halter top, maybe 5ft tall arrives. Walks around drinking, yells, ‘Somebody fuck me!’
One guy chats her up, and after two minutes, she drags him into the bedroom.
20 minute later the guy comes out, grin on his face. Nothing I hadn’t seen before. Then, from the bedroom: ‘Send another dick in!’ Everyone looks at each other, no one moves. (Maybe 15 guys at the party, almost as many girls.)
She walks to the bedroom door, naked. Looks around, points at a guy, says ‘You. Let’s go.’ Guy goes.
She fucks eight guys. Coming to the doorway each time to pick a guy. After a couple guys, she is not even closing the door. Last three or four guys, she is standing there with cum running down her legs. (Early 80s, condoms were not a thing in white-bread college.)
I managed to avoid being picked by hanging in the kitchen, watching through the island/cabinet gap.
She walks out after eight, wearing the shorts and halter, cum all down her legs. Drinks a cup of party punch, leaves.
Find out later she was 16, a townie, and had done it before.”
11. My favorite quote from the ensuing argument was ‘Your breath smells like your cousin’s pussy.’
“This happened at a friend of a friend’s seventeenth birthday party. Birthday girl’s boyfriend brings his cousin to the party. Everyone gets drunk as you do. Boyfriend disappears and the search is on. Birthday girl eventually finds him fucking his cousin in the bathroom. My favorite quote from the ensuing argument was ‘Your breath smells like your cousin’s pussy.’ Didn’t seem to matter much they’re married now with two kids. I guess drunken incest can’t stand in the way of true love.”
13. Inside one of the Port-A-Potties was an Air Force chick riding some guy’s dick like it was the last plane home. In a Port-A-Potty in the 120° Afghan summer.
“In Afghanistan we made a supply run to Kandahar Air Field. We had some spare time before we left to go back to our COP so we went to the Burger King there (yes the Air Force had a Burger King in Afghanistan). On the way there we walked past a row of Port-A-Potties and a strong gust of wind blew open the doors and inside one of the Port-A-Potties was an Air Force chick riding some guy’s dick like it was the last plane home. In a Port-A-Potty in the 120° Afghan summer. How they could fuck in that stench is beyond me, but bravo.”
14. The dude rips the biggest, loudest, wettest fart and starts laughing while his lady friend attempts to not vomit in his lap.
“Was in a rock club and was caught short. The toilets in that place were legendary for their general filth, so for me to have to use one, you should appreciate how desperate I was.
So I’m sat there, trying not to contract something from the toilet seat when I hear a couple burst into the cubicle next to me, followed by the unmistakable sound of a drunken blowjob.
In a filthy toilet. In the FILTHIEST toilet in all the land.
But just as my life is getting as uncomfortable as it’s ever been, the dude rips the biggest, loudest, wettest fart and starts laughing while his lady friend attempts to not vomit in his lap. A chorus of male laughs and female shrieks of ‘you fucking dirty bastard.’ Ah, young, trashy, filthy love.”
15. She had her 2 or 3-year-old daughter dig through the mini bottles of liquor to find the ones she wants.
“I work in a liquor store and there’s a meth head that comes in with her child. We have a basket of shooters that are all mixed together. She had her 2 or 3-year-old daughter dig through the mini bottles of liquor to find the ones she wants. ‘Find mommy the pink one, now find mommy the green one.’”
16. She refused to extinguish her cigarette outside the maternity ward and went home to deliver her baby on her back porch.
“Knew somebody who decided to have a home birth upon learning she wouldn’t be allowed to smoke in the maternity ward. She literally drove to the hospital, in labor, and of course was stopped outside and told to put her cigarette out. Instead, she drove back home (still in labor, mind you.)
Ended up giving birth to an eight-pound baby on her back porch.”
18. Two homeless people fucking in public until police Tasered them apart.
“Downtown Tempe on NYE about 15 years ago we were walking back to our cars after midnight. when we spotted some police surrounding a big green electric junction box. As we got closer we found it was two totally naked homeless people a guy and a girl.
They were doing it doggy style behind the box and determined to finish. When they realized the cops weren’t willing to touch them in the act they started waddling around and waving to the crowd like it was a parade, the dude still humping her like a rabbit. Mace was sprayed, batons used as pry bars. At one point the guy got his concentration on and looked like he was actually going to finish. Nothing stopped them until a Taser was deployed and they both fell face first onto mill street like sacks of concrete the woman got Tasered via their “connection” as far as I could tell. The whole scene lasted upwards of 15 minutes.
I’m still both scarred and entertained thinking of it.”
“I was riding Greyhound, so I should have expected some shit. During the course of my trip two passengers, one male, the other female, got to talking and it turned out that they had both been released from prison recently. The guy had a bottle of liquor which they started sharing. This led to him performing oral sex on her, legs up on the seat in front of them, and eventually full on fucking. Somehow, they were not asked to get off the bus. Greyhound at its finest.”
20. A lady carried a bag full of dead bugs into a pharmacy.
“Happened literally an hour ago. A lady came into our pharmacy and presented a bag full of bugs. She asked our pharmacist to identify the bugs and tried to hand our pharmacist the bag. Our pharmacist refused to touch it and the lady talked about how she found all those bugs in her condo, hair, ‘in her’ and other places. From what our pharmacist could tell, it was a bag full of fleas, bed bugs, and other random mostly dead bugs.”
21. My dad caught my ex (who I was dating at the time) getting fingered by random guys on the beach while her mom was with them.
“My dad caught my ex (who I was dating at the time) getting fingered by random guys on the beach while her mom was with them. I’m glad he told me, what a real bro. And what a trashy bitch.”
22. A junkie couple having sex in public while their toddler sat in a stroller.
“Finished work and was coming out of the staff entrance, which happens to be a fairly sketchy lane way on the north side of Dublin city center, and saw a junkie couple doing the nasty, which wouldn’t be that bad if it wasn’t that the only thing that was concealing them was their 2/3-yr-old kid sitting in a pram facing the other way. It kind of just made me feel sad thinking of the life that child is going to have, but yeah it was also trashy to fuck.”
23. A mother in her mid-40s and her two daughters (who were in their late teens/early 20s) giving a group of guys blowjobs at Mardi Gras.
“What appeared to be a mother in her mid-40s and her two daughters (who were in their late teens/early 20s) giving a group of guys blowjobs at Mardi Gras.
They (the girls) were all kneeling in the middle of the circle of 6-8 guys, tops off, and were just going back and forth among the guys, sucking them off…while the guys were shooting pics and video with their cell phones.
24. These trashy trashy people had a full-on threesome in the Target bathroom while I’m shooting out sloppy wet turds that smell like death incarnate.
“When I was preteen I ate some bad food at a restaurant. We went to target after and my stomach literally instantly turned sour as we entered. I went to the bathroom and I’d shit, 5 minutes later I’d need to shit again. So I just decided I’d stay in there till I was sure it was empty. This went on to the point that I told my parents to go to the other stores they wanted to hit and just hit me up after.
About 10 minutes into the ordeal I hear people come it. I’m thinking ‘great no way they won’t hear and smell this.’ They’ll probably turn right around. Then I see 3 pairs of feet in the stall beside me. One female and two male.
These trashy trashy people had a full-on threesome in the Target bathroom while I’m shooting out sloppy wet turds that smell like death incarnate three feet away with just a stall wall in between us.
I only ever saw their feet, but I’m counting it as something I experienced.”
25. She pulls out her ginormous breasts and lures him into a full-on motor-boating session in the middle of the street.
“Was outside for a smoke downtown one night. We have a place called ‘House of Pong’’ where you can drink and play ping pong. Well…a rather large black woman and her man go walking by, he stops to look at the sign. The woman turns around and says ‘You want to play ping pong? how about these ping pongs!’; proceeds to pull out her ginormous breasts and lures him over into a full-on motor-boating session in the middle of the street.
“It’s late at my local townie dive bar’s karaoke night when the bar’s owner and namesake shows up, she’s a tiny 75-year-old woman in a pink cardigan with a great big loud voice, with her two early-20s granddaughters in tow, heavily drunk and dressed for the club. Up she rolls to a quiet guy who’s been hanging by the entrance smoking a cigarette, they exchange some words and walk around to the alleyway beside the bar. One of the granddaughters hikes up the skirt of her dress, squats down on her heels and proceeds to piss all over the sidewalk while the other granddaughter runs around the corner screaming, ‘Don’t sell coke to my grandma goddamnit!’ From down the alley echoes grandma’s voice, ‘Shut the fuck up, bitch, it’s my birthday and I’ll do what I want!’
When I had enough of this scene and went inside, the bartender was trashed off her ass and pouring everyone free doubles.”
27. I had to bring my seven-year-old brother to rescue my mom from a drunken attempted fireman rape orgy.
“When I was sixteen my mother joined a group for single professional moms. She met with the organizers, and they invited her to an event they had scheduled for the next evening. The event was a screening of First Wives Club at a historic theater, and they had gotten a bunch of local firefighters to volunteer to be ushers. They were to greet each member with a rose and a glass of champagne, and then escort her to her seat. But you asked for trashy, not classy, right? Stay with me here.
My mother did not drive, so I dropped her off and promised to pick her up in two hours. Forty minutes later I was back at the theater, my little brother in tow, looking at a large crowd of police and curious onlookers. My mom had called to tell me there had been an incident, and could I please come get her. This was before cell phones, so we marched up to an amused looking officer, who escorted us into the theater. Inside we were greeted by the sight of a dozen or so well-dressed, scuffed-up, and very blotto middle-aged women in cuffs, and many very pissed off, rumpled firefighters. Apparently, quite a few of the club members had overindulged in the free champagne, and asked the firefighters to demonstrate how quickly they could suit up. The firefighters obliged them by stripping off their gear. This was not enough for the women. They wanted it all off. While Diane Keaton shrieked at her cheating husband, these inebriated single moms decided to ‘help’ the firefighters with the rest of their clothes. No was not an option, and they were quite forceful. That’s about when the cops were called. According to my officer escort, when they arrived the lobby was a scene of utter chaos; high heels had been kicked off, hair had been mussed, alarmed firemen scratched up and clothing torn. These men had been trained to enter burning buildings; they had not been prepared for something like this. These were dumpster fires of a different sort.
My officer friend pulled my mom out of a side office where she had been hiding with a couple of other women, and we were sent on our way. For years after, any time my mom got on me about something, I’d bring up the time I had to bring my seven-year-old brother to rescue her from a drunken attempted fireman rape orgy.”
28. I see her mom laying on the couch with her nightgown pulled up and her dad standing in front of her with his pants down.
“When I was 9 y/o, I had a good friend that had a very trashy family. My parents would never let me stay overnight at her house. For some reason this one time my mom said I could. Her mistake. My friend fell asleep while we were watching a movie in the living room that evening with her 15 y/o brother, who was already missing one front tooth. After a while he whispers, ‘Hey look,’ I turned to look at him and witness my first hard dick. He’s got his pants pulled down just enough to show it meanwhile grinning at me. Then starts begging me to suck it until I tell him I’m going to wake up his sister and tell her if he doesn’t stop. He quit. When the movie was over, I woke her up and said we should go to bed. So the two of us got upstairs to her bedroom and go to bed. Lucky for me her brother’s room is downstairs. Now, her parents had newspaper laid out on the floor in the corner of her room and a coffee can sitting in the middle of it. I didn’t ask her why. I wake up in the middle of the night and need to pee. I make my way down the stairs heading to the bathroom. Halfway down I see her mom laying on the couch with her nightgown pulled up and her dad standing in front of her with his pants down. The mom looks at me, whispers something and the dad turns and sees me (BAM seeing my second hard dick in my life, in one night). He yanks his pants up and runs to me yelling, ‘Get your ass back upstairs!’ I told him I needed to use the bathroom. He yells, ‘That’s what the coffee can in the bedroom is for!’ I ran to the bathroom, shut the door, turn on the light, watch the cockroaches scatter, and pee real quick. I run back up to the bedroom and lay awake all night. In the morning I go to the kitchen and use the phone to call my mom to come get me ASAP while watching my friend’s mom with a gallon jug of milk, half full, adding water to it until the jug is full. So yeah. That was the trashiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
29. They were doing it right on top of one of those shitty crushed-rock parking lots.
“Went to a wedding in a very rural part of PA. Great wedding at a golf course but the reception ended at 10. So we went to one of the local bars that we were at the previous night. To frame the story, I am in a car with 3 other friends of mine. The four of us are all wearing the typical post wedding attire. Dress pants and dress shirts but with the sleeves rolled up, no ties, and untucked shirt. Kinda how you get towards the end of a wedding reception. The bar itself was definitely a small country town bar.
So we pull up to a bar called ‘The Bear Moose Inn’ that sat on the side of a country road. As we pull in my headlights beam directly on a lovely young couple. Fucking. This girl was bottomless with only one of her legs inside of her jeans bouncing on top of the guy. They were doing it right on top of one of those shitty crushed-rock parking lots. No attempt to get privacy or, you know, at least not be directly in line with where people pull into the parking lot.
We then all walked inside waiting for our other friends to show up. I immediately realized that we did not fit in given our attire. It’s the first time in my life were the types of people to fuck openly in a bar parking lot fit in more at a place than I did.”
30. Saw two girls, apocalyptically drunk, laying naked in the collapsed ruin of their tent, alternately throwing up and pleasuring each other in the vomit.
“Music festivals, man.
Saw an old lady in neon pink leopard-print spandex sitting on a younger guy’s shoulders, doing lines of coke off of his bald head.
Saw two girls, apocalyptically drunk, laying naked in the collapsed ruin of their tent, alternately throwing up and pleasuring each other in the throw up.
On multiple occasions, I’ve seen people purchase a six-foot bong, use a six-foot bong, bring the six-foot bong into the crowd, and weep over the shards of a shattered six-foot bong.
Streaker, riding a disturbingly fast motorized and taxidermied deer, screaming and pinging spent nitrous canisters at security.
After a guy’s big bag of shrooms burst and exploded all over the ground, a frenzied mob of around twenty-five people truffle-hunted and devoured the fallen fungi in under a minute (I may have been one of these people).”
31. Cop hands me a black garbage bag. Sudden odor of vomit and shit reeks out of it.
“In no way this story is even slightly exaggerated.
Three years back I was visiting Vegas with a few close friends of mine. One of my friends had his university buddies flying in to party from all over the US. In total it was about 15-20 people group including me. I have heard wild party stories from my friend with his grad school bunch but given the absolute craziness of them I never believed them. I am not a huge party guy, but I tagged along anyway to see where the night led us.
I was told by my friends that all the hotel booking are ‘done’ and I ‘do not’ need to worry about anything and to just pack my clothes and hop on in the car to Vegas. So I did.
After landing in Vegas reality hit me. There were only two hotel rooms that will be shared among 15 people. Idea was that everyone is going to be sloshed and passed out by the end of the night so no one cared who slept where. I did not like that and I decided to go book a room for myself. One of the friends of my friend decided to share the new room with me, let’s call this guy ‘’DJ.’ So we did get a room and got in.
All of these guys left for the night to party hard, I had 2 more nights in Vegas so I decided to hang back and explore the casino for a while and call it a night. DJ got ready for the party, took his hotel key card and left with the other bunch. I got back to my room at about 2 AM and slept off.
Somewhere about 5AM in the morning I get a knock on my door. But I was too tired to get up and I knew DJ had his own key so I don’t need to get up to open the door. I slept in.
Now at about 8AM there is loud thumping on the door. I get up, look through the peep hole and it’s freakin’ police. I am an immigrant, software engineer working in California. DJ was an absolutely stranger to me. I had heard stories about he being a Silicon Valley millionaire entrepreneur but like all the other stories from my friends I had them brushed off as fakes. But seeing police, not one, not two but 4 of them made me almost shit my pants. What kind of guy is this DJ? Are there drugs in his luggage? Are there drugs in my room? One strike and I am out of this country. My life’s fucked up. I started sweating…
I put on my pants, I open the door.
‘Good morning sir” says the police man politely. ‘Do you know…ummm…DJ?’
‘Fuuu***’ I get a brain freeze.
But then I noticed something weird. The hotel hallway smelled funny. Wait! That smells like shit. Then I looked down near my door, some huge brown patch there. Like someone tried to clean up something there.
‘Yes sir, umm…I don’t really know him…He is a friend of a friend. I am just sharing a room with him…I don’t know the guy though…Is there a problem, officer..?’ I muffled.
The officer looks at his deputy, looks back at me. Says ‘Sir, you friend was arrested for drunken misbehavior. He apparently was in a drunken delirious state. He has been diagnosed for alcohol poisoning and been transferred into such and such hospital.’
‘Here are his possessions.’ Cop hands me a black garbage bag. Sudden odor of vomit and shit reeks out of it. I take the bag and keep it in a corner. Then the office told me the whole story.
Apparently, my friends partied super hard that night and moved on to a late after-party later in the night. DJ was drunk and was ‘given something’ (I am guessing drugs). He found himself later robbed of everything including wallet and phone and car keys. Somehow he dragged himself back to the hotel room. The knock I ignored was him trying to get in without a key. He couldn’t but he had to poop really bad. But instead of finding a toilet, he proceeded to take off all his clothes. Yes. All his clothes and he shat next to our room’s door.
He then marched into the casino naked looking for water to clean his ass. This was the ‘Paris’ hotel, btw, with a huge casino in the lobby and restaurants. A drunken chase ensued between hotel security and DJ. DJ was caught and restrained, completely naked, covered in shit and piss. 911 was called in and he was taken to hospital.
After police left, I sat on my bed for next 15 minutes, staring at the black garbage bag in the corner.”
32. Saw a guy slam dope in his car, then crash it…with two kids in his car.
“Was on a smoke break at work and saw a guy slam dope in his car and pass out. Then realized he had two young children in the car trying to wake him up. He ‘woke’ up tried to drive away and hit a car. I was mid-911 call when he hit the other car. Never have I seen someone not care about their own children like that.”
33. A guy’s snorting coke off of a woman’s vagina in a men’s bathroom.
“I work as a doorman (security) in a club in a small town in the U.K, I walked into the men’s toilet and checked a cubicle to find a guy’s snorting coke off of a woman’s vagina who I’m certain could have passed for Gollum’s little sister, she literally pissed herself in surprise dousing the guy in urine and all he did was lick it all up and try to go back to the bar.”
34. My junkie aunt shooting up then going to the living room and hugging her kid.
“My junkie aunt shooting up then going to the living room and hugging her kid, saying she ‘risked everything’ by coming home even though she had warrants just so she could take her little girl to the doctor.”
35. Dozens of underage girls without pants on urinating in the men’s room at a Britney Spears concert.
“I (stupidly) bought my girlfriend, at the time, Britney Spears tickets in Newark with Pussycat Dolls as the opening act. This was maybe 10 years ago..
Anyway she was an awful driver and didn’t have a lot of friends, so she ended up asking me to go with her so I could drive and she’d have someone. Agreed, got there, everything was fine. Luckily brought earplugs and they were selling beer at a couple stands.
Cue bathroom break, mind you I’m one of maybe 10 guys in the building, so conveniently there’s no line outside the bathroom. When I walk in, I witness lines of young girls in every direction; pants on the floor using urinals, peeing in the sinks, just fucking everywhere. They all looked up at me, smirked, and went back to their business.
Noped out and asked a staff member if I could use a back bathroom or something, which they obliged.
I now have the memory of simultaneously watching dozens of underage girls without pants on urinating in the men’s room at a Britney Spears concert for life.”
36. Visited distant family and witnessed my minister grandpa choke out a naked lady who was trying to fight a teenager and old lady.
“I visited distant relatives in Mississippi with my grandpa and one night one of my second cousins was angry that their older sister was using her bikini top. The fight got heated and the older sister ripped of the bikini top and threw it at her sister. The older one (with boobies in full view of the whole family) then tried to fight the younger one and their elderly mother got in between them, but that did stop them. My grandpa (a minister) got the older shirtless lady in a headlock and threw her out. The next morning I wake up to a man yelling around the house looking for my grandpa talking about how he was going to kill him for what he did. That was the first and last time I visited that side of the family.
TL;DR Visited distant family and witnessed my minister grandpa choke out a naked lady who was trying to fight a teenager and old lady.”
37. She lifted up her skirt, angled her urethra, and started to gush pee directly onto the cops’ shoes.
“I watched the following situation unfold: A woman was about to be arrested for public drunkenness. The cops were evidently feeling merciful and decided to put her into a cab, instead. I guess this offended the woman. In response to being directed toward a cab, she lifted up her skirt, angled her urethra, and started to gush pee directly onto the cops’ shoes.”
1. He would shit in the shower and waffle stomp in down the drain, leaving a horrible shit smell and brown stains in the shower.
“First year college I was living in an old Hungarian widow’s house where she rented out three rooms. It was a good quiet place to study and not get distracted.
So one of my fellow renters was a quiet nerdy girl who lived in the basement, she was no problem…then there was Phil…
Phil was a 500lb bachelor in his 40s who claimed to be a professional pilot and millionaire (all while renting a room for 400 bucks)
-He would cook steaks the size of my head and then blame his dishes on me to the old lady who had no idea what to do about it.
-He’d steal my food
-If my girlfriend was over he’d masturbate and wheeze so loudly we could hear
-He couldn’t fit on the toilet in our tiny shared bathroom so he would shit in the shower and waffle stomp in down the drain, leaving a horrible shit smell and brown stains in the shower.
2. She would regularly spend an hour or more popping zits on his back.
“My roommate was a pretty shy dude. He didn’t talk a lot, only had one friend, and spent most of his time playing halo with that one friend. Eventually, toward the end of the year, he got a girlfriend. This was his first girlfriend, and I think he was her first boyfriend too, so they had a weird way of showing intimacy. For example, she would regularly spend an hour or more popping zits on his back (he had bacne). Also, he once told me that when he or she had to shit, the other would sit in the bathroom as well to keep each other company. They would also sometimes hold hands to prove to each other how close they were. It mostly didn’t bother me, but one time I walked into the living room, and he covered up his junk really quickly with a pillow. I thought I’d walked in on a handjob, so I was like ‘sorry guys, I’ll get out of your way.’ She said ‘No, it’s not what you think. I was just trimming his pubes. seriously, he doesn’t even have a boner.’ They were weird.”
3. She got pet rats that stank, and they escaped and ate/pooped on a bunch of my stuff.
“I had a horrible, nightmare roommate who had no sense of smell. Her boyfriend was a creep who lived with us without my permission and they each paid one-quarter of the rent while I paid half (he also loved to leave hair in the bathroom sink!) She got pet rats that stank, and they escaped and ate/pooped on a bunch of my stuff when I was out of the apartment on winter break.”
4. His room smelled so bad, I mean like a dead pig covered in its own feces that was dropped in a sewer full of dead babies.
“A pretty detail story but hear me out. I lived in a suite with 5 other guys, so essentially 3 doubles. Our roommate who lived in the third one, who we are all boys with, was the one with the hygiene problem. He showered no more than once a month and wore the same clothes without washing for a very long time. Also, there were other things such as leaving unfinished food around the suite.
The horror story was when one time his room smelled so bad, I mean like a dead pig covered in its own feces that was dropped in a sewer full of dead babies. Our drunk roommate went into our smelly roommate’s stank chamber to see where he was, but he didn’t find anything except for a big wave of stench that essentially nuked his nostrils. He had this disgusted face and I asked him what was wrong, and he said, ‘I’ll be back.’ He went into our suite bathroom and closed the door. That moment was where I heard the most horrific sounding vomiting no mortal man should ever hear. It sounded like a volcano had sex with Niagara Falls and proceeded to explode with a thousand bottles of whiskey. Everyone in our suite was filled with extreme disgust and laughter after those events had transpired.
TL:DR—Roommate’s room smelled so bad that it made our drunk roommate puke like Krakatoa.”
6. She regularly left dishes out to mold, puked in the sink at least once a week, and never flushed the toilet.
“I lived with 3 girls in off campus housing in college, against my better judgement. None of them cleaned. And they were incredibly rude.
Girl 1 survived solely off of microwave pizzas (which exploded everywhere), regularly left dishes out to mold, puked in the sink at least once a week, and never flushed the toilet. When asked to clean, she said I should have to do it since she was in ‘hard classes.’ She watched Netflix at least 10 hours a day and barely passed said classes.
Girl 2 was a violent drunk. She would also yell at my guests, while sober, and constantly try to get up in people’s faces. She threatened me multiple times, to the point where I was able to use her texts to break lease and could have pressed charges.
Girl 3 was petty, stupid, and just blindly followed what the other two said and did. She kept stalking her fwbs, and always expected me to listen to her problems.
7. He would apparently sit all night plucking pubes and depositing them in plastic tubs half-full of rancid ice cream.
“Lived in a 2-bedroom apartment with 3 other guys (2 in 1 bedroom, one guy on the couch ‘temporarily,’ and me in the other bedroom). Couch guy was fine, and my friend in the other room was ok, but his friend was the problem.
See, the issue was the other guy (let’s call him Ross, because that was the filthy fucks name) had horrible hygiene. He dropped out of school, or was possibly kicked out, because all he ever did was play EverQuest.
Ross would apparently stay up all night on the computer that was in the living room. He wouldn’t leave his desk. Not even for bathroom breaks. He would piss in 1 liter mountain dew bottles, and just leave them on the desk next to the ice cream tubs filled with pubes. Yes, he would apparently sit all night plucking pubes and depositing them in plastic tubs half-full of rancid ice cream.
Best part was our shower situation. Our water heater died, and didn’t get replaced for 4 months. Yes, our landlord was that shitty. I showered at the gym, couch guy showered at school, my buddy showered at his parents’ house. Ross….. didn’t. When we all celebrated the water heater being replaced after 4 months, Ross asked when it had broken. Nasty sonofabitch hasn’t showered in more than 4 months. The smell was horrendous. We just kinda figured he was ok with cold showers, he was still in bed when we all left in the morning, and he was always on his bathrobe, with wet looking hair when we would get home from school, work, etc. We all figured he just showered when he got up. Nope. He was so greasy his hair looked like he just got out of the shower.
We know he didn’t shower, as when I got to take the first shower after the repairs, the shower was dusty as fuck and the water from the shower was rusty (hasn’t been used in months).”
“My old roommate was dating a good friend of mine. One day, after her spending the night, the went out for lunch. His dog came out of his room with a tissue in her mouth, I stopped her, grabbed it and went to throw it out when my hand felt really wet. It was a condom, fully loaded, and when I grabbed it I guess I squeezed it because my hand was now covered in my roommate’s cum. It’s been years and I still haven’t told him about it.”
9. I honestly will never forget the sight of Rob standing there in the middle of the room with urine dripping down his face.
“I had a few roommates when I was living in the dorms my freshman year in college….They were good people all in all and we had some good times but as with just about every college experience for most of us, there was one guy who liked to drink, a lot.
One night I came home at like 3 in the morning to find our drunk roommate just standing over one of our other roommate’s beds, staring at him awkwardly in this odd walking dead looking stupor. I could tell he was plastered because he was kinda rocking around in silence in the dark. honestly it was a bit creepy, so I called out to him in a whisper.
‘Mike…’
He turned his head towards me relatively quickly, head bobbing all around, and slowly raised his finger in front of his mouth, and quietly shh’d me like fuckin’ Elmer Fudd hunting rabbits…. He held his finger there for another few seconds and (nearly incoherently) muttered, ‘fuck this guy.’
If you could permit me to quickly paint a picture of what Mike looked like. and what Rob looked like, you’ll understand why this was a really huge problem. They were as polar opposite as you could imagine, in just about every capacity. Mike was a surfer from Los Angeles, shorter, skinnier kid, with long hair and a stoner attitude. Rob on the other hand grew up on a farm and was substantially larger and substantially more fit, than Mike and he never fucked around. Dude was serious, always.
Now, Mike must have already had it out without me noticing because he was primed and ready to fire without me even realizing what was going on. All I heard was the sound of water hitting cloth, and that’s when I saw it… He had started to pee on Rob, who up until that moment was fast asleep.
Rob, waking up to what he thought was just warm water, quickly realized what was happening and proceeded to jump out of bed and grabbed Mike (who was still peeing on him up until this point) and threw him across the room, off the far wall. He looked like a fuckin rag doll bouncing off the wall, hitting the desk below, and then onto the ground.
Mike didn’t say a word. He stood up, quietly tucked himself in, and proceeded to walk right past Rob, and climb back into his bed.
Rob looked at me, looked at our other roommate who was now awake behind me, and looked back at Mike. all of us had this dumbfounded look on our face except Mike, who was of course within seconds, already starting to quietly snore.
I honestly will never forget the sight of Rob standing there in the middle of the room with urine dripping down his face, off his shoulders and down his arms, with this absolute befuddled look on his face, as he tried to process what the fuck just happened.
I think it angered him more to hear Mike snoring because he angrily turned to his bed and tried to wake him up by shaking him, violently at first and then hitting him in his back, arms and head. nothing. Mike was out cold.
The rest of the year went as you could imagine. It was an experience.”
10. We were assaulted by the smell of raw sewage that was so strong it caused my girlfriend (at the time, an autopsy technician) to literally dry-heave.
“I have many, many stories of my college roommates, but the one that stands out the most was the Shower Incident.
My girlfriend and I were renting a house with a female friend who liked to play fast and loose with the term ‘hygiene.’ From this point on, she’ll be known as ‘the barista.’ We were fairly accustomed to the less-than-ideal odors that would waft gently around the barista, such as when she adopted a diet consisting entirely of hard-boiled eggs, or the Nutmeg Incident.
The house we were sharing was built in the 1960s, and we had separate bathrooms. The barista’s bathroom was generally heinous in both smell and appearance, with used tampons and other feminine detritus scattered around. As a result, it took us a while to realize that the smell of raw sewage belching forth from her side of the house was not, in fact, her fault.
One day, my girlfriend and I were watching TV while the barista was at work, and we heard an ominous gurgling noise from her bathroom. Shortly thereafter, we were assaulted by the smell of raw sewage that was so strong it caused my girlfriend (at the time, an autopsy technician) to literally dry-heave. Clearly, an investigation had to be mounted, so we made the perilous journey into the barista’s bathroom, stepping cautiously to avoid the used condoms and other keepsakes in her biohazard collection.
When we arrived, we discovered that raw, chunky sewage was liberally bubbling up from the drain in the barista’s shower (which was so coated in pubic hair, mold, and stains it looked like a modern art masterpiece). The smell was horrific, and we immediately called the landlady. When the barista returned home from her shift, she was horrified that the lawn had been torn up to expose the shitty Orangeburg sewer pipes that had been nearly entirely blocked by tree roots.
Since the barista’s bathroom was the closest to the sewer main, the backups had been bubbling up in her bathroom for months without the rest of the house being aware. We asked her if she had noticed the issue, and she mentioned that sewage regularly bubbled up from the drain while she was showering (biweekly). Her response? ‘I just squish it back down with my feet.’ That was when she got a new nickname: waffle stomp.
Waffle Stomp and her moronic family gave us many stories in the year and a half we lived together.”
11. I have quite honestly found his hair in my food before, and I don’t even want to think about which area of his body it came from.
“There’s a very good chance that my roommate will see this… but to be honest, I don’t care.
First, I’ll admit that he’s a very quiet fellow, which I appreciate. I’ve never known him to throw raucous parties or make much noise, and there’s never been a time when I’ve had to ask him about turning down his music (or whatever else). He mainly keeps to himself, too, which means that I don’t have to spend much time talking to him.
It’s when I do talk to him, though, that all of his problems start to become evident.
For one thing, the guy is completely lacking in any sort of social skills. There have been times—on more occasions than I care to count—that I’ve voiced some complaint or another, and he has just stared back at me with a blank expression. It’s gotten to the point where I don’t even bother asking him for help with anything, because chances are that he’ll wander off in the middle of my request. He never makes any effort to help with cooking or cleaning, he leaves his belongings in random places throughout our apartment, and the times that I’ve come home to find him hanging around naked number in the hundreds.
That last point is made so much worse by the fact that he’s incredibly hairy. I have quite honestly found his hair in my food before, and I don’t even want to think about which area of his body it came from… particularly because his hygiene habits are so subpar. I once caught him licking his hands and dragging them over his face in order to clean bits of food from his beard, and I know for a fact that he didn’t shower that night.
All of this pales in comparison to the worst thing about him, though.
Not only does my roommate keep a thoroughly bizarre sleep schedule—staying awake in the middle of the night, sleeping during the day, and then unexpectedly switching that routine—but he has also started inviting himself into my room and onto my bed whenever he feels like it. Just the other night, I was jarred awake by a sudden jostling, and I saw the guy sitting only a few inches away from my face.
I thought about kicking him out, but he’s just too damned cute.
TL;DR: My roommate is a hairy, socially awkward nudist.”
12. She was responsible for our lovely roach infestation, maggot infestation (from leaving raw meat out for days and clogging the drains), and fruit fly infestation.
“Well you have the one with the live-in, non-rent-paying alcoholic boyfriend who would throw her around and smack his dog (the poor thing was scared shitless of everything), and threaten the rest of us if we got in the way. They were the archetype of the ‘happy couple’ who posts about their dream relationship on Instagram despite being absolutely miserable.
You have the giggly stoner who would bring in multiple random bar dudes at all hours and have threesomes and foursomes with the door open, then overdose on Adderall at 3 in the morning and stay up loudly talking to herself and banging around pots and pans. Surprisingly a very pleasant person otherwise. She got a lot of flak from Douchebag McFreeloader though.
You have the ‘I’ve-never-lived-on-my-own-before’ classic Mommy’s girl who didn’t understand why she had to pay rent or utilities, would yell at us if we didn’t clean up her messes, and said it wasn’t her problem when all of our security deposits got taken because her dog broke the blinds, shit on the carpet, and caused a mold infestation in her room. She also was responsible for our lovely roach infestation, maggot infestation (from leaving raw meat out for days and clogging the drains), and fruit fly infestation. The apartment had a lingering deathlike odor for weeks after she left because of how much shit she left behind.
And you have the classic trustafarian who has no concept of the real world and thinks everyone bathes in money. Throws giant ragers not cleaned up for days afterward, throws food away (‘because you can just buy more’), throws important mail away, complains about not getting a new Porsche, having to go on Spring Break in Key West instead of the Bahamas, that sort of thing. Rude to people ‘beneath’ her. Calls them ‘the help’ or ‘the staff’ instead of by their names. Throws tantrums to Daddy over the phone. Leaves uncashed paychecks around because she just ‘doesn’t need the money’. Currently in a spat over her wanting me to foot a cleaning bill for the apartment because she ‘wants it’, even though our landlord is already hiring a cleaning crew. She wants the cleaning ‘done differently.’
Had 8 other roommates in addition to these with no problems whatsoever. I think it’s symptomatic of my town more than anything.”
13. Walked in on her and some guy fully naked and her snorting coke off the dude’s erect penis.
“Worked as a stripper for a while so was roommate with a coworker, walked in on her and some guy fully naked and her snorting coke off the dude’s erect penis, In the middle of the apartment, I mean, you do have a room Cindy, go do whatever you wanna do in there.”
14. He would regularly get shit on the toilet seat and never clean it up.
“Dude never showered for weeks on end. When he did shower, I doubt he used enough soap to actually get clean. We lost the security deposit pretty much solely because of the stench that was embedded in his room. One of the local game stores put ‘NO SHIRT, NO SHOES, NO SHOWER, NO SERVICE’ on their door because of him.
Would regularly get shit on the toilet seat and never clean it up. This was actually my breaking point, and he retaliated by claiming I didn’t pay a fair share of bills (which I did… He just never paid them on time and racked up huge fees, which we refused to pay for since we paid him on time). Never acknowledged the original issue, which was his poop on the toilet seat.
Once he had such bad diarrhea he used a towel to clean himself up and then left it on the floor of the bathroom. Apparently, I passed by the restroom when it happened, he had a towel wrapped around his waist and he was running to get something, but I have no idea what since he just used the same towel to clean up.
His fetishes…. Had women’s wigs and fake breasts (I never knew they had such a thing as a single cantaloupe-shaped rubber tittie but he had one, just chillin’ on his bed with his door wide open), of course women’s clothing, also adult diapers and the adult baby stuff. He wrote really awful comic scripts for some website which revolved around women with ridiculously huge tits. I mean, whatever floats your boat man, but please don’t share and talk about this shit with me like it’s a totally normal thing for everyone. Made me super uncomfortable, especially since he professed his love for me to my boyfriend and to me.
We found out about some of these when we set up a home network, and he made some of his pictures available of him wearing said wigs and fake titties and baby things. Not that he tried to hide the items anyways, but seeing him wearing it was pretty shocking.
Always thought everything he did was perfect. Played card and board games and threw fits when he lost. Huge tantrums, he would literally storm out of the room and not come back out for the rest of the night.
Not at the house, but:
He had a large boil on his back when he was starting a new job. It started to leak and it stunk up the entire room. He insisted he was OK to stay but they forced him to leave and take care of it.
Tripped over his desk drawer at work (which he opened and left open) and threatened to sue the company.
Someone burned popcorn in the work kitchen and he claimed he was having an asthma attack, started yelling and causing a scene and was again asked to leave.
That’s all we really care to remember at this point…”
15. He stank so fucking bad by the middle of the semester you could smell my room from the lobby if you were near the elevator.
“I had four roommates in college, a different one every single semester.
The first one killed a dude. He got high and ran over an old man. He went to jail for a while, came back to school like nothing happened. He told me while we were in the dorms just hanging out ‘uh, I killed a guy.’ Eventually the police took him away. I had an empty room after that for 2 months.
Second guy said he was majoring in ‘Yardwork management,’ which I think he meant something like—I don’t know, business or something. There’s no such thing. I told him why would you go to college for ‘yard work management’ and he said, well, in today’s economy you have to be competitive. He dropped out the next semester and started a yardwork company.
The third guy holy SHIT.
This was 2008 so WoW was still a HUGE deal (this is pre/during lich king), and this dude was BALLS OUT addicted to it. He did not even own a fucking toothbrush, he did not bathe, he would eat a whole entire pizza and a 2 liter of mountain dew (this is not an exaggeration) every single day. He was also a heavy smoker, he stank so fucking bad by the middle of the semester you could smell my room from the lobby if you were near the elevator. We had like counselors come in, all these people to try and get him to at least take a fucking bath which he finally would do after enough people complained.
Since he never left the room and basically knew he was getting kicked out he just double committed. He started having a lot of phone sex (while I was in the room) jerking off into mountain dew bottles (while I was in the room) good lord it just goes on and on and on.
Me and some of my floor mates tried a campaign to make him go crazy, I installed a thinkgeek annoyotron under his bed. a tiny chip board that makes a small beep randomly every 5-30 seconds. He broke his speakers apart looking for the sound while I was in class but by the next day he just got enormous headphones and stopped caring about it. At least he didn’t play with the speakers on anymore. We demagnetized his school food card about 10 times, he just stole food. We did all sorts of shit and all it did was nothing.
He was into smearing shit on his body which we knew because he would go to the bathroom occasionally while having phone sex and talk to the people on the phone about how he was smearing shit on his body while he smeared shit on his body. He would stay up playing WoW for 2-3 days, sleep for a whole one, then do it all over.
He did, as predicted, drop out/get kicked out the end of that semester. Now he’s a police officer in my hometown (also not a joke).
My fourth roommate was dope as shit and we’re still super good friends.
Later, when I had an apartment, I had this bulging fuck of a dude named Bret with one t I lived with, he was on anti-psychotics he would frequently quit taking and he would steal peoples bicycles and take them apart in the house and just throw the pieces all over the place. He would invite strangers he met out in the home depot parking lot (his choice of place to loiter) over and give them his pills and whatever. I put a lock on my room but they would steal his stuff over and over and over. He was a food hoarder and would hide fast food all over the place. Taco bell from eight months ago under couch, bet you can’t guess what kind of smell THAT makes.
16. He frequently had orgies in my living room and left it smelling of urine.
“First roommate: his mother would show up regularly to clean his room, he moaned horribly loud when he jacked off and he stole a pair of my panties. When I went home for Christmas he moved out and stole all my shit.
Second roommate: said he was being abused at home and asked to stay on my couch. This went on for months. He got loaded every day and then started talking about suicide. He admitted later that he wasn’t being abused and just wanted to live at my place. He then lost his shit and was taken to a mental institution by the police because he had all the components for ‘detergent suicide.’ It would have killed me too.
Third roommate: woke up with my roommate standing over my bed twice. First time I was groggy and thought naaaww I imagined it. Second time I flipped the fuck out. I got a boyfriend and one night when we were kissing in my room he kicked in the door and said I was just doing this to hurt him. Then cried a lot while we both sat there awkwardly. Moved out on Monday.
Fourth roommate: Another panty thief. Didn’t talk a lot but stole my panties and ketchup. Just those items. I didn’t ask but moved out soon.
Fifth, sixth and seventh roommates: theeeennn I rented a room off this couple and the woman cried a lot and beat up her boyfriend. After they split they rented another room to a guy who frequently had orgies in my living room and left it smelling of urine.
There were a few more but that’s probably enough to take in.
After all this fun luck trying to afford a place while I went to school I decided to bite the bullet and just get another loan and rent my own apartment.”
17. The bed sheets had a literal body outline from her caked-on makeup and not bathing regularly.
“I lived in a house my parents owned with my best friend. We rented the third room out to a random we found in Craigslist or Facebook. Either way, roomie moves in and seems nice enough. She has nice parents, seems friendly, we really have no reason to complain. One night we’re watching TV and she brings home a guy. OK, cool. 15 minutes later they’re doing the dirty in the upstairs hallway bathroom. We can hear feet squeaking on the tub and everything. After that, she never comes out of her room. For a whole year. During the course of the year we got curious and peaked in her door while she was gone. The ENTIRE FLOOR was covered. As in, there was no carpet visible. Boxes of bagel bites, cheap cheesy puffs, pasta-roni and plates were everywhere. The bed sheets had a literal body outline from her caked-on makeup and not bathing regularly. One time she tried to give herself a neti-pot treatment in the bathroom with regular salt and destroyed her nasal lining. The icing on the cake though was when she texted me from work saying she clogged the toilet. She’d taken a dump, and the toilet was overflowing. It was running through the vents and into the kitchen downstairs, but she had to go to work, so I was going to need to come home from work and take care of it. Called my dad to come as well and we cleaned it all up, then he opened her door due to the smell. Gave her no lease renewal option. It was nuts.”
18. The living room became a sea of pizza boxes with rotting food, and towers of Mountain Dew cans with varied amounts of molding soda left in them.
“I had this one roommate several years ago he was a good friend we lived at together for about a year when his father lost his job and didn’t have enough money to keep his house, so he offered us the place if we helped him build an attic apartment for himself. We pay 2/3s the mortgage and we get the house he gets the new apartment, this wasn’t the problem at first. My roomie lost his job so I got him one at the company I worked for, he was a solid worker at his place, got a glowing recommendation from his manager all seemed well.
About a month in we finally get our high-speed internet set up, and he got a pair of kittens, this was the start of the troubles. He took over the living room with his computer, staying up til the wee hours of the morning playing world of warcraft, ‘I’M IMPALED’ he would scream into his headset at 3am when I had work the following morning, this went on for weeks a different scream each night, I was able to drag my ass out to work on time he on the other hand started showing up late every day, as a manager in the company he worked for now it fell on me after several weeks of this to fire him, this didn’t end up well as you would think, I was the ass hole for making him loose his job, not him showing up late just about every day. The living room became a sea of pizza boxes with rotting food, and towers of Mountain Dew cans with varied amounts of molding soda left in them. I let this go as much as I could with direct communication to change it and a mix of passive aggressive notes left about. He wasn’t working and we had a spare room so I spoke with his father who was basically a ghost in his new upstairs apartment, and we decided to rent out the last room in the house so I moved a couple in who I knew, they didn’t put up with the mess as well as me and confronted him about it, we had a house meeting and told him he had to move his computer to his room and find a job we were tired of paying for him to live. So, he did move the computer, took the carpet out of the living room and moved it to his room at the same time, one of those big area rugs. He kept mooching off us though, not asking for money or anything because we wouldn’t give him any, he would just take our food and supplies, so we started keeping everything we could in our rooms locked up, and bought food to cook on the way home from work. Since he didn’t have any toilet paper to use or paper towels in the kitchen he started to shower after each use of the toilet, but there was no soap, well there was soap for the dish washer and that did start to disappear faster than we were doing dishes as far as we could tell at the time, who knows maybe he was scrubbing down with the cascade I’d like to hope he did more than just stand under the water cheeks spread letting his crap just drip off him, but no one was brave enough to ask or really wanted the answer and his hair started to take that greasy look like yes you got it wet but ya never washed it look. Some of you might be wondering what was happening with those two kittens I mentioned, the answer is this, they got worms, ring worm and butt worms, we found this out when everyone in the house broke out with ring worm and we went to his room and found his two cats with the white squigglies hanging out of the asses. My two new roommates took the cats to the vet that day to get dewormed and then to a good friend we knew wanted cats and would take great care of them, and we got our meds for the ring worm. Two days later myself and the two new roommates signed a lease on a great apartment the next town over, and moved out the middle of the night to let him scream into his head set over world of Warcraft while not working and presumably using a shower head as toilet paper.”
19. Dog got fleas, then the whole house got fleas.
“Had a roommate that absolutely would not use flea protection on his dog. I worked at a vet clinic at the time, and could get free meds for him (like, a 6-month supply of Comfortis for free).
Between the roomie not liking me (because his miserable gf didn’t) and his…idk, sense of pride?… He never utilized those meds despite me providing them, no strings attached. (I had no pets at the time, and just wanted to help.)
Long story short, dog got fleas, then the whole house got fleas. His dog started losing fur and sleep to the infestation. Since this was one of many things terribly wrong with that household, I elected to leave. Hope the roommate eventually came to his senses. :(”
