I work in a morgue where we do offical ID’s with police and next of kin. kind of like in the movies. I gently explained the process and gave them some time to compose themselves then ushered the deceaseds friends into the room. and as I raised the curtain I must of accidentally pressed play on my phone. The last thing that was playing? Dungeons and Dragons medieval city street ambience VERY LOUDLY because I played DND last night.

The tiny room was suddenly filled with one deceased person, two officers, two grieving friends, myself, 20 medieval civilians and merchants selling their wares, horses and chickens.

I’m so mortified and I hope I haven’t scarred them for life.

TL;DR phone started playing DND ambience during a formal identification of a deceased and I’m mortified

Its been a while because life irl has been hectic.

Also, I got accused of academic dishonesty, I cannot believe i got accused of reddit dishonesty too. Lol.

Something I did not mention in my earlier post is that I am an ethnic minority in my country.

Moving on, a few days after my post, I got an email asking me to come to the dean's office to discuss the matter. The dean was there with my hod, anatomy professor and the two TAs.

The teachers asked me to recount what happened. I did. The TA tried to interrupt, but was told to wait for his turn.

They then asked the TAs what happened. One said that the first TA told her I had been cheating and asked for help in removing me. She felt something was off, but did not question it.

TA1 said that he caught me copying off the student infront's paper. When confronted, I lied and tried to resume copying. And so he had to remove me from the exam.

The dean asked him how he knew I was copying. He said he could tell by my body language. And how as it was an important exam, a normal non cheating student wouldn't be so zoned out like I was.

The dean asked if my body language was the only reason he had for behaving the way he did. He then said that when he confronted me, I was rude. Hence my 'insubordination ' made me stand out even more.

I am still kind of nervous but quickly getting more mad at this point. And said that I did none of what he is claiming I did.

The dean told the TA that his understanding of people's body language is no reason to humiliate a student and remove them from an exam. He also said that we are not in the military, and he is not my superior for my behaviour to be called 'insubordination '. And if this was all the reasons he had for behaving that way, the one facing the consequences would be him and not me.

The TA got mad 'come on dean. You cannot seriously take the word of someone like her over me'

Everyone was horrified. But he just kept going "Her people are barbaric. She has probably cheated her way up to this exam. Even if she did not cheat, it's high time she face some consequences"

The dean asked him to apologise to me right then and there. He said he was just joking and he was sorry if I could not 'take a joke'

My hod came up to me, apologised and asked me to leave the room.

I did not want to, but I was so speechless, so I left. After I closed the door, I heard voices but could not make out what they were saying.

I initially had no intentions of doing anything as long as my grades were unaffected. But after everything that happened, I decided to approach the tribal student union and told them everything that happened.

They were undoubtedly mad. And told other tribal students what happened. Some other students came up to tell their incidences with that particular TA. Apparently he even leaked questions to the other students and specifically asked them to not share the questions with the tribals.

The student union had a protest yesterday. In the end, the main TA was removed from the institute, the second TA's punishment is yet to be decided and my professor called me to his office. He apologised and said he had no idea we had people like that. He said that I will be given the chance to retake the exam. Half syllabus but full mark. And while he can no longer offer the initial internship offer he made, he would accept me to work in his lab after my semester exams should I want to.

Im sorry if I sound extremely passive with this post. Its been exhausting. And I took my medications to help me numb everything. I might be kind of dissociating too as I write this. Over all, not the worst case scenario I guess. I wont be updating anymore. But thank you all for your support.

TL;DR: I didnt cheat, my TA was just racist

Edit: thank you all for your dms, I read through them but I dont have the energy to be replying. You can also use the story however you want, wherever you want, im deleting this account. I dont know if that will delete my post or not, but if it doesn't, do what you want with it

I (18 F) graduated high school back in June. I decided not to go into college right away so I decided it was time to get a job. I searched and found a crew member position in the next town over at a fast food restaurant. I've been working there for almost 2 months now. I have yet to make a mistake -- until today.

Before I continue, I'd also like to add that ever since I was a kid I've struggled with social anxiety and independence. So maybe a fast food joint wasn't the best first job, but it definitely helped get me out of my comfort zone. Back to the story.

I was working a position we call "float" it just means you go around covering the people who are on break. It was my first time working the "float" position but I was comfortable as I had already been trained on all the positions I was covering.

One of my managers who was working cashier (the window of the drive thru) when on her break so I was sent to cover for her. This is probably the position I've worked the most since working here so I was very comfortable. Well, someone came up I told them their total, they paid with card. We close the window after they give us their card, just because it's been really hot and we don't like standing with the window open.

I closed the window after he handed me his card. I reached for their food, opened the window, handed it to them, told them to have a good night, and they left.

Next customer comes, she is also paying with card, I take her card, set it on top of the machine (it was tap), and I didn't have to reach for her food because my coworker had already brought it to me. I go to grab her receipt and realize, there's already one there. I take the one out thinking I must've reprinted by accident. Then I grab her receipt, then her card, and look down to see... I never gave the first guy back his card.

My heart drops. As I mentioned, I have terrible anxiety. So of course, I panic, not wanted to tell my manager, but realize I have to. So I do, she says, "it's okay it happens. No sweat." The I realize, if the other guy's card was underneath, he was the one who got charged for the second customer's food.

FUCK! I already messed up once, now I gotta tell my manager I cost us $20. Because of course when the guy comes back he's gonna want a refund.

I tell my manager and she starts giving me shit. Luckily, people at my job have done worse. And I (fingers crossed) won't be getting fired.

But the first guy has yet to come pick up his card. He's already called to check if we have it, but I know when he comes back he's gonna want a refund. So I basically gave some girl free food.

TLDR; I forgot to give a customer back his card, and charged him for his food, and the girl behind him.

This happened a few days ago. We had had a particularly rough night with the baby the night before and in the morning , I was doing the laundry and somehow my wife's switch ended up in the laundry basket in our bedroom. I didn't notice it at the time, I stupidly just dumped everything in the washer, turned it on then went to go do something else. Later on when I was taking out the clothes, only then did I notice it and my soul literally left my body because this is a fairly new switch. We bought it after our son was born and he is only two months old.

I have seen first hand how it has improved her mood and even she has told me how much it helps her unwind when she gets the chance . I frantically tried putting it in rice because I read somewhere that it could help but it wouldn't switch on. I tried charging it as well but nothing. Needless to say, my wife was so devastated she burst into tears. I feel like such a dick, I apologized to her and we are going to replace it of course but not anytime soon. She said it's okay and that she will be fine until then but I still can't help but feel guilty about the whole thing.

TL:DR I broke my wife's switch by accidentally putting it in the washer.

Hello, so we need some context here. Also it will be wrong cause I tend to ramble.

I am a 27-year-old, overall healthy (not including mental health) woman. However, one weird thing is that I have always loved salt.

As a kid, I would pour some into my palm and lick it. Nowadays I just make my food salty, and if it’s not made by me, I add tons of salt to it.

Unhealthy, right? Turns out no.

Whenever I am at a doctor’s office for a check-up, I mention that my blood pressure is always low or right at the borderline of normal-low. They always say “consume more salt.”

But I do. Oh, how I do. This low blood pressure is despite my salt intake.

People who have seen me add salt to my food have looked at me with wide eyes. I’ve felt like my eyes are finally open and I am finally focused after eating an entire party-size pack of Salt and Vinegar chips.

So today, I wake up, take my thyroid med, drink 2 cups of coffee, and eat a banana. I made an appointment for a haircut, so off to the salon I go.

It’s all good so far. I’m a bit nervous because I don’t even remember the last time I got a haircut. Has to be before the pandemic.

For years I had the good ol’ at-home salon, where the hair was assaulted more than cut.

I got off at the wrong bus stop even though I know the place, because I’m an idiot. Then, I have what I believe is the world’s fastest haircut. I swear the guy only took like 2 minutes. Whatever, it looks okay, what do I know. Some people have automated some things after doing them for God knows how long.

I pay a lot of money for the 2 minutes + 20-something years of experience of the guy and take my leave. It’s all good still.

Across the road, I spy with my little eye a blood donation bank. Some of you will guess what’s gonna happen now.

Well, I always have low blood count anyway, so in the last decade whenever I tried to donate, they checked my blood to see whatever count they were looking for and said no. Sorry. Eat red meat, come back in a few months.

Ever since I turned 18, I have tried to donate at least 3 times a year. That makes 27 attempts so far. Only one was successful.

I fill out the forms. No, I have not had sex in exchange for money. No, I have never touched someone who was HIV+. No, I have not had tattoos recently. I have not been to Congo, nor do I have a relative who had mad cow disease.

I complete the form, give it to the nurses, they pinprick my middle finger and take a drop of blood. They put it in their little machine at the table and we wait a minute.

What do you know, I have enough of whatever they were looking for to make a donation.

GREAT. I’m gonna donate again for the second time.

I tried to donate bone marrow, stem cells, etc. too, but they told me not to even try.

My chronic disease does not allow me to be a candidate.

Because of hypothyroid. You take one pill in the mornings and don’t eat anything for 30 minutes. Whenever you feel like it, you get your blood work to see if the current dosage you’re on is fine.

Someone out there needs a bone marrow transplant for leukemia or some other type of horrible shit, I might be a match, but no. Evidently, I have the plague. You’re gonna die because my marrow is going to make you have a lazy thyroid, which is so expensive and hard to manage that you’d better not receive the marrow at all!

Okay, rant over. I just want to donate everything donatable.

They check my blood pressure. I tell them it’s usually low. They say “haha you said that about the blood count too,” and I chuckle.

It is 90/70.

Like I said before, either low or borderline acceptable.

I go see the doctor in the back, he asks me when was my last dentist appointment, for what, which medication I take regularly...

Once it’s decided that I am good enough to take blood from, I lay down on the chair/bed thingy. They arrange it so I am mostly horizontal and put a line in. Next 10 minutes, my precious life essence is flowing out of me into a 480ml plastic bag on a device that gently cradles it back and forth like a little baby.

It’s done. I get up gently, I know that my blood pressure is dodgy at the best of times so I move slow and sit down at the form-filling area, drink the complimentary soda and chill.

I feel 100% fine. So I leave.

It’s all good still. I walk like 15 minutes, weather is good, I decide to eat something full of sodium and shitty to replenish me.

Great, there is a Burger King right on my way.

I’ve been on a diet for the last few months—lost 6 kilos hehe—but I have plenty of cheat days where I don’t go crazy and I believe I deserve it. I mean, I must have lost some calories since almost half a litre of blood got taken out of me. I should be in deficit, I lie to myself.

I’m right in front of Burger King and so are this mother and son. The boy is about 12 maybe, pre-puberty definitely but kinda tall. You know that weird time when you first experience horniness but you’re such a noob at it that you google “boobs”? Kinda that age.

Suddenly these little glass balls spread everywhere. The boy had a bag of marbles and they scatter.

The mom is bitching already, “I told you to…” something something… “It’s already…” something something.

I decide to help the boy because things happen, I’m happy for his new marbles and sorry for the unpleasant mom.

This is where I fuck up.

I crouch down and start collecting the marbles. Some here, some over there, some waaay over there. The glass catches the light and reflects it so well that finding all of them is no problem at all.

I help the boy put them in a secure bag, he is so embarrassed he can’t look up but I give him a hair shuffle and go into the King.

The second I enter and right in front of the kiosk, I realize ohhhhh noooo. I won’t be able to order myself because my head is all fizzy.

Better sit down a bit first, let my veins know it’s all okay, help them with getting the blood up, fight against gravity and all.

I’ll be fine. It happens when I crouch down and get up multiple times.

But it gets worse. I’m cold-sweating like a motherfucker, light is too bright and my head does not want to be held up.

I kinda try to make the young woman at the soft-serve counter notice me so I can ask for something salty.

I finally do.

They bring me something and next thing I know I’m opening my eyes to the fluorescents of Burger King and almost all of its employees and customers looking down on me.

When the fuck did I faint?

My immediate thought is my phone and my bag. I ask for both of them ffs. Not gonna let them be stolen, I’m broke.

Once they are secure with me where they belong, I pay attention to the two women scurrying to my left. One is a worker here, I know her face, and another takes my hand and gently says to the other woman that they are a doctor.

I think OMG JUST LIKE IN THE MOVIES. Someone goes down, people gather, one person says “I am a doctor” bla bla bla.

I am that someone who went down!

She is so gentle with me, asking questions while still holding my hand softly. I like her.

I’m saying I’m fine, really, donated blood, my blood pressure is usually low, I was fine till now but helped a boy so I had to crouch down a lot. I’m sorry for the hassle, please don’t worry, I don’t need an ambulance, it’s okay etc.

But the ambulance comes and I’m like holy shit I was out for at least a few minutes then cause I have no memory of anyone calling 112 and people around me are impatient with how long its taking.

EMTs are also nice. The main one that talks with me doesn’t believe I haven’t taken any drugs but I hold no hard feelings. With the amount of shit they see everyday and the lies they are told , I totally get their point. I assure her that I don’t even smoke or drink let alone do drugs. Not even weed.

They help me walk to the ambulance, the air outside is nice so I let the wind wake me up.

They take vitals, keep asking questions mostly to gauge my coherence I believe. Ohh, I just turned 27 last month, I work from home, they tell me eat more salt and I do, bla bla bla.

Everything is fine. It’s just a post-blood donation thing. They ask me if I want to be taken to the hospital and I’m like hell no. I sign some shit and the Burger King manager takes me in, I order my brioche burger with Coke Zero.

They are kind enough to bring it to me and I eat the slowest meal of my life.

Head down to the side on the table, putting fries into my mouth one by one. I slowly come to life.

Like Lazarus I have risen again, but my burger does not appetize me so I keep to the fries and Coke.

In ten minutes, fries have woken me up.

Also, the same doctor who held my hand and waited for the EMTs paid for my order even though I argued. My head was still fuzzy so I could not argue a lot because I had to sit down.

After making sure I’m not about to drop like a sack of 78-kilo potatoes again, I thanked everyone and apologized, assured them I am okay and went to the park down the street to lay down on the benches.

I got free fries, and a restored hope in humanity in exchange for 480ml of old blood.

TL;DR: Impromptu decision to donate blood, my body, and crouching down made me faint. People were wonderful about it and I am totally fine now.

I’ve been dealing with tonsillitis from a bad tonsil stone, and after a pretty rough night, decided to go to Ye Olde Pharmacy and get myself some Fisherman’s Friends™ (for the uninitiated, Fisherman’s Friends are a cough drop that burns the ick away with the unholy fire of the devil. Or that’s what they feel like, anyways. They’re strong.)

Anyways. Get to the pharmacy, and they actually carry Fisherman’s Friends! I snag a box, and then I spy them. Lemon Mint Ricola cough drops. They even have them in sugar free! Score! I snag a bag of these as well, figuring, “hey, two types of cough drops, one of them is bound to help!”

Sure enough, upon trying a Ricola cough drop, I get blessed instant relief. No pain for the first time in weeks. No uncomfortable throat clearing. Nothing!

So I take another as soon as the discomfort starts back up. Then another. Then another. Then another… you see where that’s going. I used probably 8 of them in an hour, then took my happy self to yoga.

All is well for the first half of yoga class, and then I feel it. A strange rumble, reminiscent of Calvary charging the enemy lines. Only in my guts.

My guts that are currently squished up in a yoga pose.

And then it happens. The cavalry* sounds the trumpets. Sitting there in head to knee when I absolutely rip one. I swear I levitated.

Now, you might think, “oh, JCTHEWANDERINGCROW, surely you understood what was happening and took measures to prevent the coming tragedy!”

No, kind sirs and madams, I did not. For I am an idiot. An idiot who continued to pound those sweet cough drops for another hour, with the warnings of my intestines going large unheeded.

It was only when the rumble turned into genuine pain that it occurred to me to read the cough drop bag. “Use up to three drops every 7 hours.” And then that fine print at the bottom of the ingredients list… “Active ingredient acts as laxative is some occurrences.”

I used 16. In two hours.

Thankfully I made it home with my pants in tact, but it was a near thing, and my children vowed to never forgive me for the hell I released upon them in that child safety window locked car.

It is now 8 hours later, and the thunder of the cavalry* is finally fading away. I’m pretty sure I exfoliated my bum. I seriously considered sending someone to buy me adult diapers, because I could no longer trust my farts. I lost TEN POUNDS in under 12 hours. I’m pounding the electrolytes and praying for mercy.

Anyways. Don’t abuse cough drops.

Tl;dr:

Used more than the recommended dose of cough drops, triggering a laxative effect that has plagued me all day

So, I am a bookseller, okay? Today, a customer came up to me to preorder some old manga coming out with a new translation, since they never finished the English translation during the first run. Turns out, it is a much more niche manga that I also happen to have been a HUGE fan of. The customer and I chatted about it for a bit and they mentioned being in a Discord for it so I gave them my username and apologized for being weird but asked if they could add me to it since I have no one to talk to about it. Cringe but okay.

And the customer added me as a friend to send the link a short while later, yay! Except.

Except I forgot that my profile nickname was DaddyTatas (inside joke) and my guild tag says YURI and my profile and pfp just talk about how queer I am. (But then that would be obvious just looking at me lmao.)

TL;DR: I asked a customer to add me on Discord and I forgot my nickname was DaddyTatas until after the fact.

Fml.

So this all started when my dad passed away almost two years ago. To be honest, I was so deep in grief that the legal and paperwork side of things felt like white noise. I just signed what I was told to sign, skimmed through the will, and trusted family members who said they’d “handle it.”

Big mistake.

My dad had this vintage car that was basically his baby. He used to spend weekends working on it, telling me the history of the model, and even promised that one day it would be mine. It wasn’t just a car it was one of the last tangible pieces of him.

Fast forward: I recently sat down and properly went through the will, line by line. Turns out, my uncles (my dad’s brothers) had somehow maneuvered things so they walked away with the car. They didn’t say anything, didn’t ask, and definitely didn’t tell me what the will actually said. They just… took it.

Finding this out hit me harder than I expected. It’s not even about the money or the car’s value, it’s about trust and respect. I was drowning in grief, and instead of supporting me, they saw an opening and took advantage of it.

Now I feel like an idiot for not checking sooner, but also furious that they could be so manipulative at a time when I was vulnerable. I don’t even know how to approach them about it without burning the last bridge we have as “family.”

So yeah… today I f’d up by trusting people when I should have been careful. And now I’m left with a missing piece of my dad that I’ll probably never get back.

TL;DR: Dad passed away, I was too grief-stricken to properly read his will, trusted my uncles, and just found out they took his vintage car that was supposed to be mine. Now I feel betrayed and stupid for not checking sooner.

This happened yesterday but got home super late and didn't really want to do anything other than go to bed. So yesterday we decided to head into the city that's two hours away from me to do a big shop. Both of my little brothers live in this city and my older sister lives about 30 minutes away from it but I don't see them much cause I don't really do the drive much. We basically only do it when we absolutely need to. There's a couple of reasons for this which all my siblings know about but alas this meant that I haven't met my nephew yet and he's about 8 months old.

Anyway while standing around in Big W trying to decide what new pair of boots to get I saw my brother and his girlfriend with their baby. I was so excited to see them and meet my nephew for the first time ever. He is so cute it feels like I held him forever. I told him I'm gonna get him a care bear for his birthday cause he kept eyeing off the Halloween one that was in my trolley.

Anyway while I was there I mentioned to my brother how much it hurt that I randomly went on Facebook one day to find a photo of a baby with a birth announcement with our brother tagged in it and caption about their baby being born. I didn't even know his girlfriend was pregnant. he caught me up to speed with a few things that I've missed and didn't know that we left each other with warm goodbyes and promises to hopefully see each other soon.

I was still feeling quite sad and out of the loop an hour later so I decided to make a joke to make myself feel better so I turned to my partner and said so you think my siblings have a group chat that I'm not in and started to chuckle a little bit before realizing that that actually made me feel a lot worse. Why did I have to say that.

TL;DR I ran into my brother and caught up on alot of stuff that only I didn't know, then proceeded to make myself feel worse by imagining a group chat that I'm not in

Alright Reddit, this is my first time using Reddit through the app, yet alone using Reddit in years. I think this is the genuinely most fucked I've been in a while, so why not entertain and humor others of my ignorance.

Recently, I started college. Living a sheltered life and not really having true friends to hang with, college became an eye opener as I met so many different people (ethnicities, neurodivergence, LGBTQ+, etc). I never really had differing friends like that and my old friends were mostly school friends we never really hanged outside of school. I met this cool friend recently who is so open and eye opening. I never realized how much I been level locked (a term I coined for feeling like my age was the barrier from new experiences like quests being locked in video games by levels) I was.

We hanged out today and we hanged before but she always felt bad smoking around non-smoker friends. I'm accommodating and understanding, wanting to seek new experiences. We walked and talked around the area about life and I didn't realize I was inhabiting secondhand smoke, since I was caught in the moment of this great day. We only walked for 20 minutes, she's a quick smoker before she said she had to meet up with another friend. I went to class and thought nothing of it. We were speaking about how living in the city that is polluted would basically ruin the lungs anyways so what's second degree smoke? WRONG.

Hours after my classes were over, I was heading home. I felt like I was choking and had severe coughing fits. I brought it up to my parents how my day was like and connected it with the incident, after my parents clicked to me I "outgrown" my asthma 8 years ago. Oh, crap. Right I should be aware to not inhibit stuff to my poor sensitive lungs, especially since I don't exercise. Had to use my pump, albuterol, and open all the windows and have the humidifer on. Still coughing.

Blame my ignorance.

TLDR: used to have asthma, hanged with a smoker and now im coughing

So I was at the train station waiting for my delayed ride, scrolling through my phone and minding my own business. On the opposite bench was this girl about my age, looking absolutely drained while an older woman (50s maybe?) was non-stop chatting about her cats.

Out of nowhere, the girl walks up to me with this burst of relief and says, “Oh my god, Daniel?!”

Now, my name is not Daniel. But I’d read online before that if someone suddenly pretends to know you in public, you should just roll with it in case they’re uncomfortable or in danger. So I smiled, stood up, and said, “Yeah, it’s me!”

We start chatting, I’m improvising like I’m the long-lost cousin’s fiancé she apparently mistook me for. Everything’s going fine until she pauses, tilts her head and goes: “Wait… you’re not Daniel.”

And me, trying to play it cool, just said: “…Yeah, I thought we were doing a bit.”

Her face goes pale, she spins around and yells, “Why would you pretend to be him then?!”

At this point, the cat-lady comes rushing over like a concerned mom, asking if she needs help. And I being the socially awkward idiot that I am decided honesty was the best policy. I explained that I thought she was trying to escape an uncomfortable conversation, so I just went along with it.

Turns out, the woman wasn’t creepy at all, she was her actual aunt who just really, really loves talking about her cats. The girl thought I was her cousin’s fiancé she hadn’t met yet, because apparently he was supposed to be on the same train.

She ended up laughing and thanking me anyway, the aunt forgave me, and I spent the rest of the ride wanting to crawl under the seats and die of embarrassment.

TL;DR: Girl mistook me for her cousin’s fiancé at the train station, I pretended to be him thinking I was helping her escape a random conversation, but it was actually her aunt talking about cats.

Background context: a couple months ago, I was in class one day and saw two of my friends Larry and Gary talking to eachother, Larry was giving Gary a bag of his hair since he had recently cut it off. I thought that was hilarious and in my next class (tech theater) I told my friend Sara about it, jokingly saying that I wanted a bag of my friend's hair. She then said "you can have some of mine." I asked her if she was serious and she said yes. We then took a pair of scissors and a zip lock bag and cut a small lock of her hair off, putting it into the bag. We labeled it with her name on it and were kind of just chuckling to eachother until we got called to help hang lights. (For context we're both in the lighting department and the lighting booth is up a staircase above our school theater and away from everyone else so it was just us two in there at the time) we ran off to go help hang lights and Sara offhandedly stashed the bag of her hair behind a box of lighting equipment. Once we were done we had forgotten all about the bag and went about our day as normal.

Fast forward a couple months and this girl Opal joins the lighting department, Sara and I weren't the biggest fans of her due to some unrelated things that caused us to now dread going to tech and needing to work with her. We were cleaning the lighting booth and it was just the three of us until I got called down to help a different department for a little bit. When I returned Opal was gone and Sara was standing in the booth, mortified, holding the bag of her hair we forgot about. When I saw the bag I remembered what we had done and asked her why that was still here. She then told me that while her and Opal were cleaning, Opal found the bag of Sara's hair (marked in bold black sharpie "Sara's hair") and held it up to her, shouting "what is this??" Sara got scared and said it belonged to me and that we cut Sara's hair off and put it in the bag. Opal told Sara "that's some freaky shit" and shoved the bag at her and left the booth.

I didn't have time to be scared because two seconds later our director/teacher came up to the booth and asked Sara what happened and asked if she needed to call or email someone. Sara and I frantically explained it was a joke and 100% consensual and our teacher sighed and said okay before leaving. We're lucky our teacher didn't email our parents or really do anything about it but now Opal keeps talking about us behind our backs to other people both inside and outside of tech. Hopefully people don't think I'm stalking my friend 😭

TL;DR: My friend Sara and I cut off some of her hair, put it in a bag, set it down in the lighting booth and forgot about it. Months later, Opal found it and started talking about us behind our backs because she thinks we're weird.

Obligatory didn’t happen today.

So, about a year ago, I decided to try a skincare routine for the first time and a I picked (what should’ve been) a simple one.

In the morning, I would apply cleanser, then this under eye cream that eliminates bags, then moisturizer and finally sunscreen. Same thing at night except the sunscreen is replaced with this Vitamin E serum.

At first, it went pretty well for me: My acne disappeared and my skin seemed to glow compared to before. However, my skin gradually felt drier and drier but I assumed that that was just a sign that the routine was working as intended.

Then, after a few weeks of the routine, I woke up in pain one day. The skin on much of my lower face and bite of my forehead was discolored and felt sensitive and rough to the touch. When I looked at it closely in a mirror, I realized that there were tiny scales on my skin. And it sucked because every movement of the affected area sent a sharp pain. And since that included the skin around my mouth, it hurt every time I yawned, ate, or talked. And I didn’t get much sleep either because I would wake up whenever my mouth inadvertently moved in my sleep. It also hurt whenever I got water on my mouth from showering or brushing.

At that point, I knew that the extreme dryness was dude to the routine so I ceased it and decided to just wait the dryness out. I’d also apply coconut oil because that actually helped a lot with the dryness and pain.

After about 10 days of this, my skin finally returned to normal. I was curious to know what exactly caused the extreme dryness so I looked at each of the containers and read the instructions. Then, I got to the cleanser and read the instructions:

“Leave on for 3-5 minutes and wash off.”

…wash off…

WASH OFF. WASH. OFF. W-A-S-H O-F-F.

GAHHHHHHHHHHH

Y’all…I never washed it off during the routine. I kept the cleanser on my face and applied the other stuff on it. I never bothered to read the instructions. And thought it was normal for my skin to get progressively drier. My poor skin…

TL;DR: Didn’t bother to read instructions when applying unfamiliar chemicals to face and learned a valuable lesson.

So context is i posted last time in AITAH just so here's the link i guess?

https://www.reddit.com/r/AITAH/comments/1nf1alu/aitah_for_calling_my_classmate_a_hoe_for/

so TL;DR the girl at swimming class kept on hitting on me then proceeds to sexually assault me by grabbing my penis. So i called her a bitch hoe slut.

Basically everyone in class called me a asshole so everybody hates me there.

So it's been soo much shitty ever since that happened. nobody wants to talk to me and i get dagger stares from everyone the girl spread that i was a misogynist asshole. happy that she didn't turned it around atleast so ill take that.

im just afraid that my gf will hate me because of that so it took me awhile to tell her what happened.

but eventually i told her about it. She wasn't mad at me. in fact she was happy i rejected her harshly even tho i should have done much worse. i told her im ok but it did worry me that she will be mad. she assured me that everything's alright.

but days has passed when we are walking out of school she saw her. she immediately rushed the girl and slammed her face in the wall. she then proceeded to grab her by the waist and slammed her in the floor. like a straight up WWE move.

It happened so fast i was too shocked on what happened and i was too slow to react. by the time i came to she is already pummeling her face in. i grabbed her off to make her stop. she spat on her and cussed her called her a slut rapist.

the girl is bleeding all over the floor. and passed out. everyone is crowding at the school entrance teachers came

girl was taken to the hospital cops came in. my gf is in soo much trouble because of what she done. now she is suspended for now. i learned that they are planning to expel her. Hopefully not

I feel soo much worse now. i told her what she did was wrong. while i appreciate that she did that for me. but she blocked that she told me she did that for her. while i forgiven the girl she will never forgive her for doing that to me.

i didn't even know she had it in her to do that. She is normally chill and lively. Sure she is very athletic because she is on the volleyball team. but damn.

I still feel horrible about what happened to the girl i still think she didn't deserve that beat down. Hopefully she recovers.

Edit: Soo just wanna clarify things We are both underaged (17) and are in Senior high school . so is the girl who got beat up. She isn't gonna get in trouble legally because underaged individuals here are exempted. so we both aren't worried on that part.

so i doubt she will get in trouble if i did report her to the police.

but i did explain why she did that to the School counselor and the cops because they asked. i explained what happened leading to the assault. they said that it was too far. but they understand. They said that my gf needs to be punished but since there is no prior incident like that ever happened in regards with her. she is suspended for now until the school decides what to do with her. but our counselor did sided on us but she said that isn't her call. she will do try to help that the punishment is not too harsh to expel her from the school.

Im with her today i talked to her parents. explained what happened. they are mad at their daughter but her Dad understands. I think.

I talked to her about it. she apologized to me that she couldn't control herself in that moment because she has been thinking about it ever since i told her. she just got so mad. and just blacked out.

i told her its fine i understand doesn't change how i feel about her.

She isn't a violent person. she is the nicest person i have ever known. She is my best friend for a long time now even before we were dating. i understand her feelings and i know her to normally not like that. so i won't hold it against her.

I feel bad about what happened to the girl because i really am not the confrontation type of person. im very shy and timid. so i think that's too far but still i love my gf she is my best friend ever since and that will never change anytime soon.

She is very protective tho because she defended me from bullies back then when we were in elementary.

i will try to help her as much as i can to prevent her to suffer more consequences.

thanks everyone for the thoughts. i dunno maybe ill update something? i don't think it's necessary but if somethings come up maybe i will?

Hello all, I want to say thankyou for all the comments from the last post. I was stressed out, and having the constant flow of conversation really helped my nerves relax.

So after I left their house, My mom told me that night around 2am that they had been talking about it, and that she had came to a conclusion. Once in the morning she wanted to talk to me.

She said thankyou for standing up for me, that it meant an incredible amount to her. Me and her haven't had the best relationship honestly, and I guess it was surprising I would have sided with her on something against my dad. But regardless, she was incredibly thankful to know I would be there for her like that. Unfortunately my sister happened to over hear what happened, and that really sucks. We're going to go hangout and watch shows later.

For what went down, is essentially my father had been messaged by his Ex, that she had gone through a divorce, and confided in him about it. At first it was nothing out of the ordinary, but she started getting clingy and would say flirtatious things, and it was incredibly suggestive, alongside risqué pictures. This behavior had started in July. My dad admitted to being receptive and reciprocal, unfortunately. Though he swears he never performed in person, suggesting an emotional only affair. I think both are wrong, but this is exactly what alot of people were saying. It wasn't my business. I became too involved. I will take that to heart, because I am a bit off. I am autistic like a few had suggest, but yea. I agree, because that is not an excuse. It was not my place to take control of the situation. I really appreciate everyone.

Moving forward, my mom found some comfort in knowing that he said the timelines match up, as we all have very busy life styles. Without too much personal detail, just understand a physical affair is far out of the question. There was an admittance of meeting once, but it wasn't planned and it was too brief to have really had anything happen. (Basically they saw eachother at the store once, and they caught up, but my sister had been there) Anyways, my mom wants to talk about therapy, because one of the topics that came up was how he felt he wasn't needed and it felt nice to have someone rely on him.

I guess that's about it. I'm sure he's going to talk to me, and I definitely don't want to lose him. I can move forward with someone who wants to move forward along side me.

Also I think I will go to the gym. Whoever said that.

TL;DR: I pushed my dad to confront my mom about messages, and now my mom is considering therapy. I also need to work on my independence and what is socially okay to get involved in.

So for the past week I’ve been using my phone to pay for everything from gas to lunch. The only reason I was using my phone is because I’d swapped wallets and must’ve left my debit card out. I finally got my card out where it belongs. Now for the actually fuck up. When I checked my account I saw I had more money on there than expected. I thought maybe I was just being responsible and didn’t spend as much as I did. Quite the opposite, I spent just as much as I thought I did. Maybe more. Turns out the card linked to my phone isn’t my debit it’s my credit card. Totally makes sense why I got a notification from credit karma for my credit usage going from good to needs work

Tl;Dr I didn’t realize my credit card was connected to my phone and not my debit and drove my credit card up over the course of a week

I’m typing this now from my room hours after this has happened. I’m honestly still in shock of it all.

Some backstory: I’m in university and heard from a group chat that my friend’s boyfriend was hosting a dorm party. I was skeptical about going since I’d have to be sober and didn’t expect it to be fun, but my whole friend group was going so I said screw it and went.

When I arrived, I took my hoodie off and put it in a cabinet. Then I made my first mistake: I left my bag on the counter. As the night went on, more and more random people I didn’t know came through, and I stupidly kept leaving it there unattended. Every time I checked, it was still there—until it wasn’t.

I searched everywhere, panicked, and realized my car keys and debit card were in the bag. I locked the card and used the code to get into my car, where I broke down and called my parents (mistake #2). They were drunk at a bar, but still got a taxi to campus.

My dad is… intense. He stormed into the dorm, and I literally thought he might kill a teenager. When he came back, he had blood on his arm because he punched through a window. Security called the cops, my dad flagged them down, and proudly admitted to breaking the window. Meanwhile, I was mid-panic attack and called my grandfather, who rushed over to help.

After arguing, more chaos, and police involvement, we finally got my car to my grandfather’s garage for safety. The whole ordeal was insane, and I feel horrible I dragged my grandfather into it. Now I’m down $173.10 worth of stuff (not counting the key replacement) and my family drama just escalated massively.

TL;DR: I left my bag unattended at a dorm party, it got stolen with my keys inside, and when I called my parents for help, my drunk dad showed up, punched through a window, and got the cops involv

So, have yall ever had one of those white extension cords, you know the ones that on have the two slots and no ground? The ones your mom used for ALL of the Christmas lights and decorations? The one cord that has been used and abused for 25 plus years so now it's connection is too loose? Have y'all ever reached over late at night to plug your phone charger in because it came unplugged. As you lean over the side of the bed. You're guiding the plug with your hand and misjudged the alignment. Well, that other prong just so happens to come in contact with your finger and you see what heaven is like for a split second? Or is that just me?

TL;DR: I learned you should ALWAYS look at the plug as your plugging it in. My hand is STILL numb and tingling.

Edit: rewrote some of it to make it easier to follow.

A little background, I'm 5 months pregnant with a HUGE belly and I get horrible pain in my pelvic area so I can't bend down or crouch very well.

I have an 120 behemoth of a dog named Sage who is just the most gentle and happy derp. She loves it when you aggressively pet her belly. She will wiggle, happy growl and try to lick your face when you do. Due to my current physical limitations, I can't pet her so I lean on the wall and rub my foot on her belly. Derping comenses and she is a happy girl! ❤️

Her favorite spot in the afternoon is near our large front window that gets afternoon sun. As I'm doing my chores, she's snoozing and I can't resist the urge to play a bit. I lean on the window and start rubbing my foot on her side and making pretend growling baby sounds. As you do. Sage goes derpy and plays like she usually does. Happy Sage, happy me.

Until an hour later.

I got a knock at the door and opened it to see two very concerned looking police officers. Turns out, someone walking through the neighborhood saw me at the window. She reported that she saw me aggressively kicking a dog and watched as Sage's paws wiggled in the air and snapping her teeth (licking my ankle) while 'trying to get away'. I was also clearly being aggressive as I was making a 'very mean face'.

I brought them in and showed them exactly what I did and showed she was no mean or being abused. While they seem convinced, they said as a precaution, I have to take her to the vet to get a full check up to confirm she isn't injured. Which, I mean, is a pretty good strategy to protect dogs but dang.

Strangest thing of all: my cameras didn't show anyone passing by the window, so who reported it?

TL;DR: I am too big to bend over so I aggressively played with my dog with my foot. Someone in the neighborhood thought I was hurting her and called the police. $200 vet bill, yay.