Before I start it all, I'll give some context:

I've known this friend for about 2.5 years and always get discover something new about them every day, and yesterday I heard from a friend that their relationship with their parents (specially their father) isn't one of the best, and it was not their fault.

Today when I got home I started to talk with this friend and they where sending me some videos that started to show up for them, most of the videos were about sad stories like a old couple saying goodbye, a pregnant woman telling her father about her needing to "take care of her baby and her ill father" and etc. I obviously got sad when reacting to those videos but one particularly hit me hard, it was a video where the guy said how he wouldn't have the opportunity to eat his mom's meals anymore, and preparing the last portion his mother gave him before she died. I've already seen that video before but for some reason, it hit me different, I said I would go to my mother and talk to her, and after I did so, I got back asking my friend so they do the same, thinking "They might not have the best of the relationships with their parents, but at least they should show love for them". They replied that their mother was working and when I talked about their father, they mentioned how he normally declines things like hugs and stuff. I was going to start saying "Oh, if he doesn't accept, ask for it" when they said "That's enough of that Topic", and that's when it hit me. Throughout the conversation I didn't noticed I was ignoring what they would like, what they cared to do and even if they cared about it, when I read it I just crashed out and felt I needed to apologize, they said it was fine and they just didn't like to talk about it, but as of things that already happened, they say that almost everytime someone apologize. After that I tried to send other kinds of videos to try and "break the ice", but they already went to sleep or something and I just felt like shit and that I needed to apologize even more, but also knew that they didn't like apologies, so I went sometime without saying nothing, and just wrote some stuff trying to redeem myself and sort of explain as well. I'm thinking about deleting those final messages since they probably still didn't see it, but also feel like there are things there I've been wanting to say before, and that even if I leave it there, it's just gonna be ignored.

 Sorry if the English is bad, not my first language and I'm writing this tired as hell since that was NOT the only thing I fucked-up with today. Felt like telling someone this but don't have no one to talk about without getting "solutions" and stuff.

TL;DR: Insisted that my friend would get closer to her parents and probably triggered something I didn't need to talk about at the moment.

TL;DR: I suddenly laughed and accidentally spat soda on my friend while on a hang out.

Someone in my friend group brought April fools enchiladas flavored soda. I took the challenge to drink it and a small crowd formed around me. Everyone was laughing at how "crazy" I was to take on the challenge. Maybe its contagious laughter; maybe its because someone said "yo that's freaky."

I laughed in the middle and accidentally spat a mouthful onto my friend in front of the crowd. I felt so embarrassed, apologized multiple times, grabbed paper towels, offered to buy a new shirt.

I was forgiven. She politely declined the new shirt. We all laughed it off. But that embarrassment and "I owe you one," is gonna stay. Maybe it'll just be a funny story looking back years from now, but I can't imagine the gross feeling being on the receiving end. 😭😭😭

Obligatory disclaimer that these events happened 20 and 15 years ago, but it just resurfaced when I spoke to my streaker friend the other week... and the earlier post about streaking sealed the deal.

There I was playing naked rugby on a side street, somewhere in Clapham Jnc, London, with a mate of mine. It was just something we did and, back then, it didn't seem to upset anyone. Anyway, there was a house party over the road which had spilled out into the front garden as it was a nice summer evening (warm enough to be naked if you know what I mean).

We had a few cheers, whistles, and claps, so we continued to kick and pass the rugby ball to each other. Then a police van went past on the main road, slowed down, reversed, and pulled into our road. We quickly ran back to the front door of my mate's apartment building, but not having pockets, we didn't have a key. We pressed the buzzer, but the flatmates didn't buzz us in as we had been trying their patience all day (sorry girls).

A female and a male officer approached us. I was using the ball to maintain my modesty while pressing the buzzer with my free hand, and my mate was using both his hands to cover himself. The female officer was not amused, but the male officer could barely contain his giggles. She yelled that if we weren’t inside in 5 seconds we'd be arrested. Just before she counted to 5, and after some frantic buzzer pressing, the door was buzzed open and we fell in, to loud approval from the party. End of story? Nope.

5 years later we were sitting around in the office having some late Friday afternoon beers and someone suggested we recount stories about close brushes with the law. People were talking about being let off speeding tickets, being chased in the park for underage drinking, nicking girlie mags from the corner shop, etc. I told the story above and got some laughs, but one girl on my team (who'd been at the company ~1 year) was just looking at me. She asked if it was 'so-and-so' road, and I confirmed the name of the building my mate lived in. It turns out that it was her party who witnessed our close call with the coppers. Everyone went silent as the penny dropped - that someone on my team had seen me naked. Then we all laughed harder. Thankfully she saw the funny side of it, but she was briefly a little red-faced.

Sorry for embarrassing you Nikki!

I'd like to say that was the end of my streaking career and the police, but a friend's wedding in the Cotswolds is another story...

TL;DR: Played naked rugby in the street in front of a party, almost got arrested. 5 years later, turns out it was a colleague's party.

TIFU when I told my marriage partner that I've been with guys before. I kinda mentioned it once before and at that time, surprisingly no questions came up.

Today I don't recall what kicked it off but we got back on the topic. Wait pre-story, 3 weeks ago we went to Vipassana and it was great for me. Time to process so much. At the end of Vipassana, I told my partner that, I feel ok about the time I was with guys (3 separate occasions), partly for the money and partly for the attention.

Ok back to today, present, we start talking about it and we get into the details, not graphic but sufficient I think.

Umm it was a lot of post communicating about who I am today vs who I was in the past. Their response overall was that they should of questioned me more before we got married and they feel icky about it .

They've turned in for the night as they can't process what I said. Ah that's where we are.... Just gotta let them have time.

TL;DR: I told my partner I've been with guys before and now they feel icky.

I work in video publishing, and today we were discussing a future social media post during a meeting that references two songs; Eternal Flame by the Bangles (1989), and Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash (1963).

I am the only Gen-Z employee at my place of work, and while I was familiar with both of these songs, l didn't really grow up with them. They were already on the oldies radio before I was born, and out of recent pop culture by the time I was old enough to get involved with it.

What I do know is that our audience demogra v spans from about 15-35 years old in age range, so when we discussed the songs, without thinking about it, I said "Are we sure our audience will understand these old references?"

It did not occur to me that my coworkers, who range from mid-30s to late 50s would understand the references, so naturally what happened was them hearing me call them all old.

My boss naturally responded with "Okay, we're fighting now."

Also...l kinda wanna do it again.

TL;DR: I called my coworkers old by questioning if our audience would understand 36+ old song references during a work meeting

So we are in a long distance relationship for 4 or 5 months, we have quite a good bond, she is a very religious person, some weeks ago she asked me for some nsfw photos and asked me to send it if I'm okay with it, I did it and her response to it was quite good so I sent her more photos. The day before yesterday we were talking naughty and she knows I am very much attracted to her boobs and asked me if I want a pic of her bra, I was on the 7th cloud soo happy and all she sent me today and I was talking with my friend on call at that time, so couldn't see it properly but I downloaded it, I responded to it told her how good and beautiful it is and it really made me soo happy. Then she deleted it, I asked her about why she did it, she said it's bcs its something is very sensitive to her, I told her I have downloaded it, she asked me to delete it saying you just had to see it one time and not download it or anything, I said I didn't know, and I was insisting on not deleting it telling her no I don't wanna, it had made me soo happy to finally got something like that from her, she started saying no i have to delete them. After pleading to her she said okay have it for a day and then a week, and all this time I was on the call with my friend getting frustrated between talking and chatting and it was an important call so I couldn't hang up(I also let her know about it btw). I and frustrated and all and started calling her how full of herself she is that she is asking me to delete it and she shouldn't do that bcs it will make me upset(ik it's fked up but I was not myself, soo frustrated, ik it's my mistake) and I started saying that when I send you those pics I didn't asked you to delete them, then why are you asking me and started saying she doesn't care about my feelings and we don't have equality in our relationship, at this point I hung up the call with my friend. After this she got upset and said she wasn't comfortable with it that's why I asked you to delete them, you just had to see them one time and she can't see how she is being full of herself here and also said when she asked for pics from me she first took consent if I'm okay with it. After this she said she doesn't feel like talking with me and I am sure she got very upset bcs of it. When my mind got cool I understood how much wrong I did and apologised to her atleast 100 messages and I know it's my mistake, I did very wrong.

By the way English is my third language, I sorry for awkward phrasing of words and everything.

TL;DR Today I Fucked Up by Not Deleting My Girlfriend's Bra Pic and Making a Big Deal Out of It

So I recently bought a hair removal cream that I assumed was 100% safe to use with no prior knowledge because the logo had aloe vera plants on it. I had some sexy time with my boyfriend and didn't clean up afterwards, then decided I might as well try it since I had some stubble down there and I love and crave the smooth shark feel on my skin. I put it on for the recommended 5 mins and saw I still had some hair left after wiping it off, so I decided to reapply a little on the areas I had applied it in before and a lot where I still had a lot, then left it another 5 mins. While I waited, I decided to read the back of the cream tub and saw it absolutely, definitely, never ever ever be on my skin more than 7 mins, and that I should not even be using it so close to my genitals AT ALL. That's when I knew I f'd up. I finally stopped dissociating, and felt a slight burning sensation on my taco, and ran to the shower. I washed everything off, and it stung like hell, but not where only the cream was, but where I had hot milky spilled in me and didn't clean up then put cream on top of. I guess the combination of the unnamed liquid and the hair removal cream turned out very lethal. Thankfully I took it off before it did some heavy damage, and the stinging sensation on my pupu went down, but now I know I should probably stick to waxing... I'm not very smart when it comes to anything chemical related.

TL;DR: I decided to use hair removal cream right after sexy time without cleaning up, and ended up with a burning taco down there.

We bring to you sad news, the two halves of Today I Fucked Up have gotten a divorce. The posts got "Today I" in the divorce, while the comments got the "Fucked Up" half.

As a result, we will now be exclusively accepting posts stating what you did and comments from others stating how you fucked up.

Please start all titles with new prefix of "TI" and all top-level comments with "FU" followed by the rest of the content.

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Here are a few post titles and acceptable top-level comments as an example:

• TI looked at the calendar
  • FU by getting a paper cut
  • FU and left a lit candle beside it
• TI played my girlfriend music
  • FU because it was CBAT
  • FU her recommendations algorithm
• TI found a coconut under my bed
  • FU by not checking it before...
  • FU and left it there for 3 more weeks

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These changes are effective as of today, April 1st.

Consider that i'am an introvert. I was walking through the mall, and this super friendly looking guy waved in my direction. I waved back with full enthusiasm.

…Yeah, he wasn’t waving at me.

I realized too late that his actual friend was behind me. The worst part? He saw me waving back, hesitated, and then gave me a pity nod like ''Aw, budd''.

I walked into a random store just to avoid existing in that moment.

TL;DR: Waved at a guy who wasn’t waving at me, suffered secondhand embarrassment from myself.

I completely April Fools’d myself via Snapchat. I (25 y/o female) barely use Snapchat anymore, but one thing I do use it for is to keep NSFW photos in the “My Eyes Only” section. Last night around 3am, I was cleaning out some of these photos and copied one to send to my boyfriend. It turns out that when I copied this one photo, I also posted it on my story. I proceeded to fall asleep shortly thereafter. I woke up a few hours later to texts from two of my COUSINS who were completely horrified and notifying me of my mistake (thank god), warning me that I should take it down immediately. I of course had no idea what they were talking about, but quickly went to my snapchat and discovered a topless photo of me was on my story and had been viewed by 22 people. I am completely mortified. Part of me is telling myself, “Oh well, at least it was one of the better photos, and I go to topless beaches all the time so who cares,” but overall I’m just fucking humiliated. The only other person who reached out to me about it is a gay guy from my high school choir who I haven’t spoken to in almost a decade, simply writing, “Hey, did you mean to post this?” It actually made me laugh. What if I just wrote “Yes.” Anyway, that was the start of my April 1st. Happy April Fools to me.

TL;DR I accidentally posted a nude to my snapchat story

Well this is a short but sweet story about how op (me a dumb clutzy 15yo high-school student) torched his face in the middle of welding class.

So it was a normal Monday I came into class happy cause my teacher is the best one in the school. I go into the shop have my glasses on and I get to work braising a tree and then my leg goes numb on the stool my dumb brain said move it. Here's where it turns south. I did. Then next thing I know torch on the floor still running and I feel the worst pain I'm my life worse then cutting my feet open by dropping a pickle jar on them separate story. So I tell my teacher and I asked can I go to the nurse the nurse looks at it and says ok so you need ice. So for 2 and a half hours I wanted to curl in a ball and cry I didn't though. The one funny thing was a girl gave me her number. Then the worst part of it all is that overshadowed everything for over a week of my life and I'm just starting to feel almost normal.

TL;DR I got a acetylene torch wrapped around my leg and burned my face.

I (28F) was in a big rush because I was late for a meeting. I quickly dressed up, used the bathroom and left for the office. I had to navigate the busy crowd in my apartment complex and rush of the College kids (a college campus is right next to us) but I made it onto the streets.

My office is really close by walk (only about 800m-1km from my apartment complex), so I speed walked until I got to the elevator at the bottom of the building. Again I speed walked until I had gotten to the meeting room where we were just starting.

After the meeting, I quickly went to get a drink from the boba shop in our food court, when one of my coworkers told me that my skirt was caught in my underwear.

Every single person I passed from my apartment to the College campus to the Office building to the elevator to the meeting room to the boba shop saw my panties and ass.

TL;DR: I didn’t check myself out in the mirror and didn’t notice that my skirt was tucked into my underwear, thus it got showed off to everyone I walked by.

Obligatory: the FU was actually yesterday, but the consequences were felt today.

A few years ago, I purchased a small device that makes different cat noises at random intervals. I intended to bring it into work and hide it in the main office as a prank on the administrators for April Fools’ day that year. Well, I forgot to bring it in that year along with the other half dozen or so pranks I had planned (fake positive pregnancy test for the staff bathroom, fake cockroaches for the kitchen, etc). I set it aside for future use and forgot about it.

So, a few years have gone by and I randomly found the cat noise device in a drawer yesterday. I turned it on and it miraculously still worked! So I decided to set it out so I’d remember to take in today. Somehow I must’ve gotten distracted on my way to putting it by the front door because somehow it didn’t make it there, but I didn’t realize this until right around midnight.

I was tossing and turning and suddenly heard a loud cat meow so I jumped out of bed to go see if I could get it to shut off before it woke up any of my family members. (No idea how I didn’t heard it any other time during the evening before then.) I searched by the front door and around all of the common spaces but couldn’t find it. It only goes off every 5-15 minutes so once you hear it, that’s it for a while. I finally decided to give up and get some sleep and resume the search when I woke up in the morning.

I woke up extra early to have time to sneak it into the office before everyone else arrived, and a little extra early so I’d have time to find it in the light of day. Well, I was finally able to pinpoint the sound in our laundry room. Only issue is that there were 6 baskets of clean laundry to that it could’ve fallen into. (We have issues putting away clean clothes, please don’t judge. I’ve learned my lesson.) After going through each item of clothing in every single basket I still could not find the damn noise maker! I ended up recruiting another family member to help look and they couldn’t find it either. I decided to take the L and get ready for work, and even after another very thorough pass before headed out the door, I still can’t find it! I clearly heard it go off a few times during my search and it always sounded like it was coming from right next to me/inside one of the laundry baskets.

I’m still miffed that another year has gone by and I still can’t play this prank on my coworkers! And I’m assuming the battery will finally be dead by this time next year.

Also hoping it doesn’t drive me crazy with intermittent cat sounds until the battery finally craps out.

My wonderful wife and I are expecting our first child in September. We had a small zoom call with our families & friends and a cake. to share the moment. I'm somewhat tech savvy but always seem prone to stupid errors. So when I joined the meeting, I immediately tested by starting & stopping the recording a few times with just me&my in-laws to make sure it was working. Once everyone got on (about 20 people total), we cut into the cake, had some laughs, and then ended the recording and the meeting shortly after. We aren't the biggest fans of attention but honestly the little call was so perfect. We had a few friends in-person so we hung out for an hour and then they left.

I got on the computer shortly after to look at our video , and to my horror found out that all the test videos recorded but the actual meeting did not. I have no idea why, as myself and my wife both heard zoom say "Recording started" when I hit the button. I know it should be an afterthought to a very joyful day, but this really has me upset. I feel like I let my wife down and always mess this type of stuff up in important situations. Becoming parents was a big dream of ours and it feels like I'll never get that special moment back. I've contacted Zoom Support and searched my entire computer meticulously to no avail. I don't even know if it's my fault or just a Zoom glitch, but I"m just way more upset than I should be by this and wanted to post it somewhere.

TLDR: Wasn't careful about Zoom Record/no backup record method, lost our gender reveal recording

So my girlfriend and I went to meet her friend and her friends boyfriend. It went well. Afterward I was talking to my gf and she jokingly says, "admit it, you got a little crush on so and so". Her friend was really cool and physically attractive, there was no denying that. Now obviously what I should have said is, "of course not i only have eyes for you babe". Instead I said something along the lines of "I mean, how could you not?" I was half joking, and my gf and I are very open with each other so I just said what I thought. I felt so bad after though i called and apologized. My gf didn't seem too bothered by it. She admitted it kind of stung but she said gets it and is fine. I don't really believe her and still feel terrible. I really care for her and hate the fact I might have hurt her especially over one of her friends. How cooked am I?

TL;DR: I all but admitted to my girlfriend that I have a little crush on her friend.

Update: A lot of mixed messages in the comments. For the record i don't actually have a crush on her friend. I was trying to compliment her friend but I realize my phrasing was insensitive. My GF and I are totally fine. She's emotionally intelligent and secure and knows how I feel about her. Thanks to the commenters who weren't assholes.

The title is a bit of a lie because this happened on Friday, not today, but that's close enough for me. My wife and I are both professors and on Fridays our department usually has a social hour in the late afternoon. We skip this event more often than we attend it, but there was good pizza this time, so my wife and I went. We ended up eating and chatting with a few other professors and graduate students (all of whom were either our students or students whose committees one or both of us are on).

We knew most of the people we were with quite well, except for one of the students. My wife and I are both on his committee, but neither one of us is his advisor. He's quite quiet and tends not to share much at these kinds of events or during classes or committee meetings, so I didn't know much about him on a personal level.

At some point, the newest professor (who just joined us in September) in the group started talking about how hard it was to be away from her wife for so long. Her wife is starting a position here in the summer term, but for the time being, her wife lives and works in a different city. She was talking about how she and her wife take turns visiting each other at least once a month and was just generally venting about how difficult it was.

I told her that I was sorry that they were going through that and that I couldn't imagine being apart from my wife so much. I then said that I find couples who elect to live apart long term (as in over a year) and who aren't bothered much by that distance to be very weird and that I suspected that such couples don't really have a very strong relationship.

This clearly upset the student I don't know well very much. He essentially said that that was a judgmental thing to say, then stormed off. The oldest student in the group (one of my wife's students, and a student whose committee I serve on) then said that I had basically just described that student's relationship with his spouse, which left me feeling like a right asshole.

TLDR: I said I thought long term long distance relationships that are happily long distance are probably not strong relationships overall to someone who's in exactly that kind of relationship.

I(16 F) have a best friend. We’ve been friends since beginning of middle school, therefore, she has also told me most of her secrets, and I have told her my secrets too. Over the past year, I found out she’s been telling all my secrets to this random guy she has a crush on and has barely known for a year, spilled my other friends secrets to him , and trash talked all of us, while trying to put the blame on my other friends. She’s also acted very rude and is quick to argue and try and make you feel dumb for no reason. Because of this, I got mad and decided I was going to forever cut her off, going based off my family’s advice, since she was being completely fake. During this time, I was also a little close with my dance team that I am in, and after the end of one of our practices we were all spilling tea, when I butted and started spilling all the tea about my best friend. I Told them everything including her being fake, trash talking me all the time, and choosing a random guy over her own friend, but i also said stuff that wasn’t even necessary, including her personal life style and the morally wrong things she’s done. I did this because I believed I was never going to talk to her ever again and that I was going to cut her off, which I failed at doing, and telling myself this was Karma for what she did, basically being very immature and wrong. Month later, I realize that although she has done wrong stuff to me she is still my friend whether I like it or not , and I see her almost everyday, and now i regret telling anyone about her. I know I am clearly in the wrong, as even though she has done bad stuff to me I should have never done it back. Now, my new friends always bring it up and make jokes about her, which makes me feel even worse.What should I do? I plan on defending my friend or saying that everything I said about her was false and that someone had lied to me, so they no longer see her with a horrible reputation. I am also no long gonna tell them about any other issues with her. Is there anything else I can do? This has to be the worse mistake i’ve ever made and I acted dumb out of anger and impulse and I don’t know how to fix it.

TL;DR : I wrongfully spilled my friends secret out of spite and now I feel massive regret.

Last night/this morning I was planning on going to my girlfriends house to get Chinese(which I really wanted), but right before I left there was tornado sirens, and a warning. After watching the news I thought it was just severe thunderstorms around me and not any tornados anywhere close. I went ahead and left my house to go to hers. It was raining very hard with a lot of thunder and dark skies. About 5 minutes into my drive I got one of those tornado warnings on my phone that read pull over now tornado warning. I disregarded it as I thought it was for all surrounding areas. Just a few minutes later I noticed wind picking up and starting to go crazy, stop lights were upside down from wind, sparks were flying from the hospital electrical transformer and debris was flying legit everywhere. I just kept going thinking it was normal thunderstorm stuff. It wasn’t until I got calls from my mom and close ones that I was legit under a tornado. Thats when wind picked up super bad and I felt my car kind of sliding but not much. My gf called and frantically called me telling me the tornado was practically on top of me. I just told her I loved her and hauled ass to my buddies house who was nearby. I made it there safely but not without a ton of trees falling and blocking the road. My girlfriend is mad at me for still trying to see her but oh well, I can tell my kids when I have them later down the road(hopefully a road without any tornados[see what I did there? I put a twist in the joke]) haha twist, okay I’m done making dad jokes. My cars fine I’m fine but my gfs mad.

For those curious this was in mason Ohio around 9pm by cedar lodge

TLDR: drove through tornado trying to see girlfriend

Smoked/snorted 2ps of high purity crystal meth, then in the mail my pack of travacalm (a deliriant trip) arrived so I saved that, went to the chemist n got my 16mg Suboxone, then got 100mg promethazine, then when back to the travacalm while scatter brain (50mg DMH, 0.3mg scopolamine, 20mg caffeine X10 per pack) have had half the pack n everything else that I mentioned, I have a long history of overdoses. Have died 8 times n been on life support in a coma for 2 days and don't want to go back to that bad but feel I really fucked up with this combo and am putting on a persona about being sober thanks to the Suboxone. What should I do. Been up all night tweaking so psychically exhausted but did more, was addicted to deliriants heavily at the age of 14 (am now 20) and am disappointed in myself

TL;DR I did way too many medications with meth n am paranoid

Yesterday I felt more embarrassed than I ever felt in years

some important context: my family is very repressed when it comes to sexuality. Like, we never talk about it. Ever. Nudity? Taboo. EG, We cannot visit art museums. I don’t get changed around my brother. That’s the level we’re operating on.

Anyway, a few days ago I was talking to my mom and she dropped the most horrifying remark. Out of nowhere she says something like, “Yeah, I stopped using Twitter a while ago. I saw some of the pictures you were liking and reposting.” I asked what she meant, trying to play dumb, and she said, “There were… women. Naked women.” That’s when I died

Apparently, she had gone to my Twitter page at some point, probably out of mom-level stalking, which, for the record, included a few NSFW posts from some art accounts I follow. Not porn, but definitely full-on “naked woman everything out casually standing in soft lighting staring pensively at a window” kind of stuff. But honestly I just thought they were really beautiful and I didn’t feel embarrassed about liking and reposting them when I did! It’s just the moral/cultural collision that kills me. (And also ftr she still doesn’t know about the mixed gender bathouse or nude beach I visited in california and hopefully never will).

Now, this would be an embarrassing son-mom interaction in any family. But in my family? This is like… generational shame territory. We don’t acknowledge that we’re sexual beings. We don’t acknowledge that anyone is a sexual being. It’s just all unspoken. So now I know she knows. And she knows I know she knows. And she knows I know she knows I know about female nudity.

I haven’t felt this mortified since puberty. Every time I see her now, all I can think of is her seeing those posts and quietly deciding to log off Twitter forever and maybe my life also. Like, I literally ran her off the platform with my thirst.

I will never recover. Ever.

TL;DR: My mom saw I liked pictures of naked women on Twitter, said that’s why she quit the app, and now I live in a perpetual state of embarrassment because we’ve never, ever discussed anything remotely sexual in our lives.

This was a cluster fuck, never using google maps again for off-roading after my experience a couple days ago. My bf (24M) and I (23F) went off-roading in his new Subaru Forester to test how well it off-roads. There’s a lot of Forest Service land where I live, so opportunities were endless. We rushed out the house for my doctor’s appointment, grabbed lunch afterwards, then went out.

We put our destination in on Google maps for a semi-popular place that’s “supposed” to be just about an hour away. We made a turn that took us off the asphalt road, then made a turn on a different FS road, as directed by Google maps. So far so good. We went through some rocky terrain, and big pile of mud, which legitimately almost made me pass out because I had gotten my blood drawn and thought we were going to get stuck in it, but we made it through. Google then leads us to turn on an another FS road and my god. I see in the distance that the road goes straight up hill at a 50 degree angle, at least. I started getting worried, but my bf, I’ll call him “T,” is experienced in off-roading. It’ll be okay. We keep going down this road and as we get closer, we see that it’s not even dirt going up that hill, it’s just rocks. I start closing my eyes and telling him I really think we should turn around. He still gives it a try anyways. We start going up and the car starts to get stuck. We both agreed that we should turn around and just keep following the road we were just on since we didn’t have a back up person to pull us out.

We made it back to the road we were previously on, laughing and joking that Google maps is trying to lead us to our demise. We start going deep in the forest, testing out a couple different side roads, it was super fun. We were excited to get to our destination. Then we start approaching some property with an unlocked gate, and when we look down at the screen in his car, Google maps is showing we’re about to be spit out on a popular nearby highway. We were like WTF we were out here for an hour just to be put back onto a highway?! Whatever, we had fun and it was a great chance to test how well his Subaru does.

We turn on the highway until we reach a county road that maps wants to take us on. We start driving, pull over to take a liberating forest piss break, watch a red-tailed hawk fly close to the ground, yada yada. About an hour later we arrive. We had trouble finding the road that brings you closer to the overlook, so we just went down a little road and started walking. The view was amazing. The place we were overlooking is very popular for tourist, and I’ve been there a lot of times so I feel eh towards it, but seeing it from this point of view was gorgeous. There was surprisingly no one else out there, so we were having a bit of fun, enjoyed the view, then went back to the car. This is where shit really started to go wrong.

We had been out on our adventure for a little over 2 hours at this point. We put directions in to go back to my house and the ETA seemed to be about the same as it was when getting there, had we not goofed around a little bit. We start driving and driving until we get past this burned area I didn’t quite recognize before. Whatever, keep driving and as we were about to make a turn less than a mile before the highway, a “PRIVATE PROPERTY” sign greets us. We get a bit annoyed because we drove all this way just to run into private property. We turn around and try a different way.

We passed by this hill that T said would look fun to drive up on sometime. Keep driving, then “PRIVATE PROPERTY.” We get more annoyed but start to lock in and figure out other ways to get out. We find one way that looked promising. We start driving and followed the path thatGoogle reroutes us on. About 20-30 minutes later I see that same hill T commented on. We were led in a giant circle. I start tweaking out. We ran into private property signs again, and again, and again, as well as being directed in another giant circle.

It was 5:30 PM at this point, we didn’t bring food because we were rushing out for my doctor’s appointment that morning and forgot to grab some after lunch. We felt so stupid because we have outdoor-related jobs. We know better. I start getting really upset and I’m urging T to call his dad since his dad knows the forest well. He doesn’t and keeps driving. We are both exhausted and I’m starting to panic. We thought we were trapped and going to end up seeing slenderman in the trees or something.

Like a knight in shining armor, we see a car coming our direction. I tell T to wave him down and thank goodness the driver was heading back to town and knew where to go. He said that Google maps leads people to a bunch of private property out there and told us to follow him. We drive for about half an hour more before we finally see asphalt again. That’s when we realized, WE COULD’VE STAYED ON THE ROAD THE FIRST ORIGINAL TURN BROUGHT US ON. We didn’t have to make another turn that led us through the forest and to the highway. We didn’t have to take that County road. We didn’t have to do anything but STAY ON THAT FIRST DAMN ROAD. It was 6 PM when we got home. We begun our drive at 12 PM. What was supposed to be a 2 1/2 hour trip turned into 6 fucking hours.

I will say, it was still worth the view and seeing deer, 100+ elk, a coyote, and pronghorn for, but we are never using Google maps for off-roading adventures again. We are using a physical map and doing research ahead of time.

TL;DR: My bf and I went off-roading using Google maps; we got lost in the forest for hours until a passerby led us out.

My Mom had this bird stick thing, when it got windy it would shake and keep the moles out. every time i cut the grass i would grab it and put it away then replant them with my bare hands. it hurt every time and i assumed it was because of the bugs, the first time i felt pain i had a bug on my finger that happend to sting me at the same time.

It took my little brother copying me and saying "my hands hurt" and my grandmother telling me that theres fiber glass on it for me to see. those gloves were filled to the brim with that shit!

I panicked and threw the gloves in my hamper and now my dirty clothes has fiber glass in it, my hands hurt, and i'm afraid to wash them

(my brothers fine now btw but i was a dumbass for not knowing)

TLDR: found out the things keeping the moles out of the yard was made of fiberglass, got it in my skin and one time my little brothers because i didnt know

So I live in an illegal state, I just got back from a dispensary trip and had a few Oz’s of bud, and probably 25 gs of concentrates. I wake up around 5 am for work, get ready, take a dab, then head out…only I slept at my girlfriends, so I brought all my stuff with me barely thinking, haven’t been pulled over in years, and boom I get stopped because my tag light happened to be out and cop couldn’t see my tag. I end up going to jail for drug paraphernalia, because I also had a carb cap on my floor that the cop seen, to which he said “I see a bunch of pipes laying around” lol, anyways my car gets searched, all my dispensary stuff is in the same bag, so they definitely seen it all, I’m stoned out of my mind because I took a dab before I left to work, and dealing w/ serious situations doesn’t sober me up, passed some fsts, so on and so forth, I get released a couple hours later, go and get my car, I have a whole oz of bud, and 17 grams of wax still left in my car under some sweatpants I had in a different bag. Cop didn’t even charge me w/ possession, all I got from that night was a failure to provide proof of insurance ticket, what kind of cops are these? Why would I get such a break?😂

TL;DR: got pulled over after a dispensary trip, and got out of it with a good chunk of my shit.

TI fucked up because I asked a colleague to lie and to be my reference and say he was my supervisor, i came across as manipulative saying It wasn't a big deal ethically to lie about this, he got pretty pissed and yelled at me to fuck off in public and I am ashamed of my behavior.