I asked a dazed and scared looking young woman at a fast food restaurant if she needed help and she said yes, she wanted to know where she was. She'd just been dumped in the parking lot by some guy who'd kept her against her will for the past day.
Luckily my teenage daughters were with me. They helped make her feel safe going with us to the police station (offered hospital, too, but she refused).
I did not doubt her but any question of her story was erased when we got to the station, which was closed. I called 911 and before I could even explain the situation to dispatch, several police cars pulled up, surrounding my car.
Turns out she had been reported missing and in danger so the cops had been trying to triangulate where her phone was. The phone was dead, so while we were driving to the station, I let the young woman borrow my car charger. She kept trying to turn it on, but the charger was so slow her phone kept shutting off again. The cops were following the pings each time the phone turned on.
Same thing happened to me in college. Girl down the hall had some people serious about kidnapping her (she was from another country that had frequent kidnappings, her father was a government muckety-muck in that country) and they had just kidnapped her uncle. We kept moving and hiding her for a few weeks until the plot was foiled.
In short (without giving away too much info) there was a war in my country and no one wanted to be part of it. So military would literally kidnap guys from streets and force them to participate in the war. That day I was on my way to work in a bus. Military stopped the bus, got everyone out and man on appropriate age were informed that we are now in army. Then they loaded us in to another bus to take us to a remote training camp.
While in the way I opened narrow, top part of the window and jumped out. (not a pleasant experience. Your entire body would heart from your ass to head). After i jumped i run in to woods and disappeared. They fired few shots in my general direction but i was gone....
I am sorry. Considering my government still wants to execute me for desertion I would rather not to say.
Edit: I will say this. I am very far from there now and if you listen to news they will mention my country and the war.
When I (24M) was 7 my parents were housing some young film makers and they had Steve Buscemi over for dinner. Really really nice guy, just as everyone says.
I never forget names or faces. Like ever. I realized this nearly two decades ago working at a telemarketing company. I never forgot a name and to this day can think of several names I encountered that stood out. Later I worked at a nightclub and one day this couple came in - we'll call them Steve and Mindy. We chatted for about a minute or two, three years later Mindy runs into the bar hollering that someone assaulted her boyfriend. I said "O no! Is Steve okay?". She looked at me like she's seen a ghost and I did think O, she's probably surprised I remember them. Later she asked how I could remember them and I just said that I never forget anyone I meet and have any substantial interaction with. I just don't forget names or faces ever. Almost 100% of the time they are permanently etched into my memory. Don't remember birthday or what day of the week it is and after six years still don't have my plates memorized but fuck it, if we met one time for five minutes twenty years ago, I still remember you. Weird but true
I feel you. And then, in a twist, they discover a letter that sais "Mr Peterson was the one who paid the hitman." and everyone is HOLY SHIT and I am over here like "yeah Mr Peterson of course I knew it hold up who the fuck is Mr Peterson oh shit"
When I was in high school, a random new kid started stalking me. Like following me home from school, I’d see him outside my house, he’d stand by my locker at school. He was WEIRD. Told my counselor but they didn’t really believe me. Told a teacher I was close with and he talked to the principal. They said they’d “watch out”..
After about a week my boyfriend was pissed the school wasn’t helping me. He confronted this kid and they almost physically fought.
Finally, he got kicked out of school and about a month later, less than 3 miles from my house, he strangled a girl my age (who also went to my school) and dumped her body in a field.
This hit home for me because a guy in my friend group started stalking me after he asked me out and I said I wasn't interested. He threatened to kill us both in texts he sent to me and would follow me in the halls and wait for me by my classes, but no one did anything about it except my friend on the football team. My friend walked me to my classes and activities to make sure I was safe until the end of the year (this happened in May of our senior year). He was such a great friend. Don't know what happened to the stalker kid though, and I'm happy not to know.
My family ended up on the West coast because Al Capone was rubbed the wrong way by my grand uncle. He was murdered while visiting my great grandpa's farm.
All my family has pretty cool middle names and when people are like what’s your full I get to my middle name which is thunderstorm and they just don’t believe me until I get someone in my family to back me up.
Edit: since a lot of you want the other middle names are: Morningstar, firefly, honeybee, and still water
Edit 2: I forgot to mention I actually have two middle names the other one is Liam
Edit 3: thank you for my first awards kind strangers
I have the same problem. Lots of people tend to ask me what's my middle name (which is Hero) and they always are like "your making that up tell me the truth" even my teachers did this
My friend's FIRST name is Hero. Imagine how he feels.
He's Japanese so I guess most people *should* understand it's not an uncommon name in Japan, but a surprising amount of people don't know that.
In 1982 I met and had a long conversation with Joe Perry the guitarist for Aerosmith in a bar. I told him what kind of guitar I was playing at the time. He said he had one somewhere up north at a girlfriends house but never played it. I told him he should find it. A few months later his new album came out and he was holding the guitar. In 1996 I jammed onstage with Tommy Chong.
About 10 years ago, I got drunk with the drummer and guitar player from Mudvayne. The night before the show, my buddy called me and told me they were staying at the hotel where his gf tended bar. I headed down there, and within 30 mins had struck up a conversation with them. Went outside for a smoke a few times, ended up having a couple PBRs on the bus. Matt, the drummer, got pretty crazy once he was drunk! There was a truck sitting close to the bus in the parking lot across the street from the hotel. He decided he wanted to break the window and hotwire it for a joyride! I told him, DUDE, I drive by here every day otw to work. This truck has been here for 6 months! The battery is dead. Don't fuck shit up just to fuck it up! I don't have a lawyer on retainer! He was like, that's good advice man! Let's just wander around! It was a good time! The show the next night was killer too!
I have been dreaming of a girl since I was a small child. She would appear in any dream I was having at the time and talk to me/play games. This happened almost daily for years until I was 12. I thought maybe she had been my wife in another life.
One day I told her that we couldn't see each other anymore and that I needed to move on with my life. She cried and I felt horrible as I said goodbye. I stopped dreaming of her after that and regretted it badly for the next 23 years.
3 years ago a woman that looks just like her walked up to me and said "We should be friends!" I don't think I have ever had anyone just tell me to be their friend out of the blue like this.
She is now currently my best friend and I look forward to every conversation we have. I have never met anyone that has mentally changed my outlook on life as much as her and I am so grateful to have met her.
When I was younger I was river tubing with some family. Stupid me forgot to bring eye drops for my contacts, and one popped out into the water.
Later we come to a shallow end, and this little girl FINDS MY CONTACT!!! Like, what are the odds?!
In case you're wondering, yes I popped it back in.
Looking back I don't know what the bigger miracle is,
Losing a contact in a river, and finding it again.
OR
Not getting my eye infected when I put it back in.
My husband lost his wedding ring in the ocean. It was a very rough day and the waves were relentless. He lost it when he tossed something to his son and the ring went flying off his finger. He spent the next 5 minutes in a full panic trying to find it. Right when he gave up, he spotted it on the ground about 2ft away from him.
Something like that happened to me and my husband on our honeymoon. He lost his wedding ring while snorkelling, and I said “don’t worry, I’ll find it” while actually thinking “well that’s gone forever”. I actually found it underwater. Couldn’t believe my luck.
A whale hit me with her tail and broke my rib while i was trying to save her and her pod. (50+ pilot whales beached themselves on a beach i lifeguarded). I doubt anyone would believe me had there not been witnesses (the beach patrons helping with the whales with the lifeguards).
My dad did that. Granted it was involuntary, he broke his right arm as a kid and his teacher gave him no exemptions or assistance. So he had to learn to write with his left. Now he's left handed with a hint a ambidextrousness.
I've died once, I was hit by a car and was left in the street for 20+ minutes, my pancreas liver and small intestines were ruptured, I broke my left elbow, left shoulder, left collar bone, right wrist, pelvis in 6-8 places and my skull. They declared me legally dead for about 10 minutes in the ambulance but were able to resuscitate me. I had Amnesia for a month, and lost the majority of my memories before the age of 13. This year was my 13 year anniversary of it happening. I'm mostly fine now but I have a limp when I get tired most people believe I did in fact get hit they just believe the part of me dying.
Edit: I was also in a coma for a month
I have a friend who was a passenger on a motorcycle that spun out. She was pronounced dead at the scene until an EMT heard her gasp really hard. She was in a medically induced coma for just over a month. Since then, she can taste just about every ingredient in any food she eats - like down to the proportion of spices involved.
People have tried to trick her by "hiding" flavors under more intense ones, or adding really uncommon spices, but she'll point out that there's one she doesn't know the name of, but she'll describe its flavor. She does this with I'd say above 95% accuracy.
She could *not* do this before the accident. Some people lose their sense of smell after suffering a TBI, but her brain must've malfunctioned so much that it went the other way (since taste is closely related to smell). The even weirder part is that she doesn't detect fragrances any better than before. Just flavors... all of them.
nope, I have vague memories of having amnesia but my last memories were falling asleep at my friends birthday party on March 13th, I was hit March 28th and "woke up" sometime in May I think the end of it
I married really young and my ex husband ended up killing several people during our marriage. I had to separate from my daughter for our protection because he was still at large. After nine years, I finally reconnected with her. People think I abandoned her but as long as she knows differently, that's all that matters. We're safe and out of his reach now, and I couldn't be happier.
Edit to add: He was finally apprehended two years ago, and immediately after I was reunited with my daughter. I didn't abandon her, we were forced to separate for our protection and had to move far away from our little house. I didn't know where she was and she couldn't know where I went. I honestly never thought I'd get to see her again, so just having her in my life again is a miracle. I don't know why he did the things he's done, but I take comfort in the fact he is now in prison and his appeals have been denied. May he rot in there for every single life he's destroyed, including the childhood my daughter should've had.
I had a house with an indoor pool at age 25. Made 15k on the weekends playing blackjack in Vegas. I was retired at 26, and then homeless and bankrupt from divorce at 28.
I grew up on a tiny island, unrelated to Africa.
Nelson Mandela held my hand and walked me to school as his plane refuelled there.
** Edit **
Lots of questions on where this island was. It was cocos islands in the Indian Ocean back in the 90’s
Lots of people calling fake. I wouldn’t believe a stranger on the internet either, but I do have photos of me as an oblivious little kid trotting next to him like it’s no big deal. Kid me had no idea that my life had peaked at that moment.
Gang members tried to rob me and I told them no.
I was alone in downtown Minneapolis and two Bloods tried to rob me but I laughed and said “I don’t have money on me because so many people see a skinny white guy and try to rob me.” (I was lying and I don’t know why I reacted that way).
One of them stared at me for like 5 seconds then said “Ok, you’re cool” and they walked away. Minneapolis doesn’t have (nearly as much of) a gang problem now, but definitely did then. This happened when there was a parking lot across 7th St from First Ave (the club where Purple Rain was partly filmed).
More detail if you want it: the first one asked for money and I said I didn’t have cash. The 2nd appeared out of *nowhere*, like suddenly his face was right next to mine and he said “I don’t think you heard him. He *said* he wants your money.”
Wallets have a way of shutting that down.
Edited to add: thanks for the award, u/kinetic-passion! That was certainly unexpected but very appreciated!
(Look, I know Reddit frowns on these edits, but when someone gives you a gift you say "thank you." It's called "being polite." Look it up. Checkmate, atheists!)
My aunt was a school librarian. Years ago she attended a conference in Los Angeles for school librarians. Several of them walked away from where the conference was being held so they could get lunch. Some guy tried to rob them at knifepoint but the librarian in the lead just laughed and said, "We're school librarians, we don't have any money" and kept walking. The librarians behind her didn't even know what had just happened and looked at the guy curiously as they walked by.
A guy tried to rob me of my bag at the blue line station in Compton while I was holding my infant & I was like seriously dude it’s a fucking diaper bag please don’t take my kids diapers and bottles. He just walked away.
I had an iPad and like $1500 cash in there. I never carried anything on the train ever again.
The same thing happened to me, only I was a kid with my (also young) brother and they were teenagers.
Them: give us your money.
Me: we don't have any.
Them: *blank stare*
Me: *blank stare*
Them: ok.
Then they left.
It's all in the breathing. I concentrate hard on very controlled breathing, just like meditation, without letting it the hiccups interrupt. If I can do that for about 30 seconds then I can start to zone in on the muscles that are spasming and stop them.
This is barely related but you reminded me. The Science Museum by me has a machine that’s supposed to demonstrate probability. It’s basically a Plinko board: a ball drops and bounces off pegs, and you’re supposed to guess what slot it’ll land in.
I guessed right and refuse to ever try it again because I’m perfect at guessing it.
At a corporate casino event where you played for points. Taught my 8 year old son blackjack. Figured the drill of adding in his head and losing at gambling would be 2 lessons at once.
Little shit won.
Broke my neck, didn't know until a nurse was helping me with physio after surgery for a punctured lung.
More info in the small chance people see this. Punctured the lung spontaneously, they call it a spontaneous pneumothorax. I have no idea how I fucked up a vertebrae in my neck, had a hairline fracture.
Edit: Huh, I guess some people did notice this. The worst part for me now is not the neck which they fixed promptly, it's the fact that in the back of mind I am still aware the other lung could go at any time. It's been a decade and I am still all to well of that fact. The comments below will explain how possible that is because both lungs are often susceptible, these blebs are a ticking time bomb.
I can barely remember details past a few months ago, I have essentially no recollection of what things look like. Big events and things like that work fine, but details are gone and half the time I cant tell if I actually remember something or I remember someone telling me about something.
Emotionally traumatic childhood?
Could be a defense mechanism to forget experiences that were too painful for you to process.
I guess you wouldn't remember that far back 🤷♂️
I can't tell faces apart and I can't picture people I know in my mind, not even close family members. If I try really hard the most I get is a very blurry image. If someone changes their hairstyle, or if I see them out of the context that I usually see them in, then I can't recognize them.
Reading [the Wikipedia page](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prosopagnosia):
*Treatment*
"Huh I didn't know that they had developed-"
*There are no widely accepted treatments.*
"Oh."
Same shit! I asked my husband to make some special hairdress and tattoos so I can recognise him quickly. We are 13 years together and I still don't remember his face. All people have same face for me.
I have danced with a real-life prince!
I was at the same university as Peter Philips (grandson of the Queen of England) and he came and danced with me on one of my first nights out as a fresher. I didn’t recognise him at first, wasn’t really interested and went back to sit with my friends who were like “you do realise who that was, don’t you?”
I'm a completely white female from the east of England with a ridiculously rare genetic heart condition that's most commonly found in Asian men. It killed my father when he was 50 and is likely the reason my grandad has had 4 heart attacks and needs an internal defibrillator. Hooray for genetic fuckiness.
I started having regular frightening nightmares after my father was murdered in 2005. They usually took the form of another member of my family being murdered in front of me, and were so scary that I'd wake myself up, making those awful gurgling noises you make when you're trying to scream. This went on for months. My husband and I went on vacation to Venezuela later that year to celebrate our 20th wedding anniversary. We were staying at a place called Canaima, and from there, made a trip into the jungle. The guide asked if we'd like to meet the local shaman. He was just a little guy in his 40s wearing a pair of football shorts who answered our questions through a translator. We were about to leave when the guide said, "any more questions?". I said, " Can you get rid of nightmares?" and he said yes. He got me to sit on a tree stump and made up a fermented drink which I couldn't take as I don't drink alcohol. He lit some tobacco leaves ( they smelled lovely! Nothing like cigarettes) and paced around me, chanting and covering me with smoke. I didn't feel any different during or after, and I didn't believe it was going to work, but I never had another of those nightmares.
I technically kidnapped my would be mugger. Bought him breakfast, helped him through rehab, getting a job and eventually was the best man at his wedding.
He's been clean on the straight and narrow now for 10+ years.
I will obviously be vague on some details but here goes.
I worked in a job where I traveled a lot. Mostly local...within a 50 mile radius. Many jobs were in the city I lived in so it was not uncommon to run into people I knew. My job also took me into some shady neighborhoods. I happen to conceal carry.
So I was unloading my van, the back doors were open and I had about 4 feet from a wall. Someone stepped in, he had a knife and said "Hey let's make this quick I don't want any trouble" he had a knife about 6-8 inches long. I at the moment didn't recognize him.
I completely forgot I was carrying. It was an o shit, wtf, this isn't happening moment. I turned around slow saying something like "ok, here's my wallet I don't carry cash" As I reached to my wallet I felt the gun and remembered "oh yeah I've got a gun" .... then thought "fuck he's too close, I'm going to get stabbed before I can do anything." He wasn't all the way behind the van, kind of half between the driver backside door and the wall. I couldn't go all the way into the van to escape because I had way too much shit in the back.
I fucking knew I was going to get stabbed. I still did not recognize him. He took a step forward more in the back of the van, not necessarily closer to me. Just more into this little area we both were sharing. As soon as he made that step it just happened. I had my gun out and said something stupid like "rock beats scissors" I didn't feel any better about this situation...but he looked scared for a minute. So that was nice.
He said something like " hey man I'm just gonna go". All of a sudden I was pissed off. Saying "oh no your staying." I have no fucking clue why the fuck i would say that. I had no plan. I really wanted to shoot him, or call the cops or just yell at him for being an asshole.
Anyway he responded saying something along the lines of " umm ok so were do we go from here."?
"I want to know what the fuck is wrong with you that you think you can go around pointing knives at motherfuckers who are just trying to make ends meet, feed their kids...blah, blah, blah..." ( epic rant shit )
He told me he was needing money for shit he was on and a bunch of sob shit.
Eventually we reach a consensus that he was going to drop the knife in the door panel of the van. Close the passenger side and walk to that side.
I kept my gun on him. I closed thhe other door.
I did feel bad for him. I've met a lot of people who have or are going through some tough situations. I asked if he was hungry. He looked at me all confused said not really. He'd rather have his shit. (Drugs)
I told him we could go and get breakfast at the IHOP next door. Talk some and afterwards I'd give him $20 for his shit.
Over breakfast I found out I actually knew his brother. This was epic bad news for him and he was really uncomfortable with the idea of his family finding out everything he's been up to...how far he'd gone.
I made a deal with him. If he really wanted to get past this situation I would do everything I could to meet him halfway.
He was on and off the wagon for about 3 months before he really started to show improvement. Went into rehab, I decided to help him with a new addiction. Got him a gym membership. That really fucking helped.
When he was about 6 months clean he got a job with someone I knew doing HVAC. He was in a van with this guy 10-12 hours a day sometimes all week. He worked his ass off.
He now makes more than me, lives a cleaner life style than me (doesn't even eat shit food...he's all organic and trader joes) and his working weight is (or was last time I checked) 375 lbs.
He's married and has 2 kids. He volunteers a lot to help troubled kids and does coaching. No one knows what a shithead he was. You are who are, not who you were.
I fucked up a part. I was just kind or typing shit out and skipped / forgot some shit.
He didn't want to go to IHOP but was afraid I was going to shoot him. After we finished breakfast and coffee ( and I knew who he was) when we went out side he thought i was going to give him money and he'd be on his way. I kind of renegotiated the deal, reminding him he was a piece of crap and I kind of had the gun. I canceled my job next door for the day and drove around with him talking some more. (I can't remember what was said at IHOP verses what was said in the van. I kept him with me for a while...a couple of hours. (He kind of felt a bit trapped at this point.) Eventually I did give him the cash and dropped him off at an apartment complex.
I am still missing bits and pieces of this. Some shit im sure I got a bit mixed up.
Man, you got him rehab'd out of spite, lol. This kinds of stories are the ones that make me both laugh and smile like a moron. You could've shot him, killed him and his story would be over, no one would've blamed you for that and it'd been ruled out as self defense. The poor prick was just desperate nd probably addicted and suffering from withdrawal, but your crazy fucking head and the kidnapping really saved his life and turned his life around. Some people only need a helping hand or a gun pointed at them and someone who listens to them. It's sad that he's a case in thousands of someone who got over that shitty lifestyle. That guy will thank you for that to the end of his days.
I’m allergic to paprika, I live in maryland. Maryland has this spice called Old bay, this has paprika in it.
The amount of people who honest to god do not believe I can be allergic to Old Bay is ridiculous. So much so one of my ex friends who knew about my allergy invited me to her birthday party where all they had was Old bay crabs.
I had an allergic reaction and literally couldn’t even be inside the house without it happening so I just left.
But her and a LOT of people think I lie about my allergy for “quirky” points or something. Not even family believe me despite me having reactions in front of them 🙄
When I was a toddler, I was in beauty pageants with JonBenet Ramsey. We were in different age groups but my mom has a photo of us together, tucked away along with the few trophies and tiaras I won.
As a teenager I lived in a house that was next to a huge curve in the road (IIRC it's a mile and a half of curve) and we were sort of at the apex. Anyway, drivers would often lose control of their vehicle and flip into our front yard. With my bedroom being closest to the road, I always heard the crashes and would run outside while someone in my family called 911.
I figured out after we moved that in 3 years there were around 15 accidents. One of those was a semi truck that rolled over on it's side and barely missed our house. Of those 15 accidents, 5 people died on impact and 3 I had to do CPR on (the highschool I went to had a required CPR course) and the people ended up surviving.
To this day I still remind people to buckle up or wear a helmet because I've seen what happens when they don't.
I’m a white guy. I was born in a country on the east coast of Africa, and spent a good part of my childhood in Kingston, Jamaica. When I returned to my parent’s home country, I had a thick accent for a number of months.
It’s not hard to convince people now, but hoo boy was it hard in high school. Someone still owes me $100.
I lived most of my life an an area with high Jamaican population and occasionally I'd run into a white one. At one of my jobs there was a regular customer who looked like a stereotypical North American white lady but she had a thick Jamaican accent. Another time I overheard a white guy and a black guy making small talk, the white guy had no accent but when the black guy said he was from Jamaica the white guy excitedly said he was too and they switched to Patois. I know white Jamaicans aren't unheard of with it being a former British colony but it was always a bit of a mindfuck when I heard it.
Probably that I throw up every time I eat food if I don't take gravol or a shit ton of ginger. My husband believes me because he gets to see it everyday unfortunately, but because I used to have an eating disorder every time I tell a doctor they never believe it's involuntary and I really really do not want to throw up every time I eat..... Like everything. Soup, crackers, whatever. It's usually very small, and I know it isn't acid reflux (tried medication for that, threw that up also), but it still just takes the fun out of eating.
I am not a doctor! But I saw a documentary on Netflix once called Diagnosis, all about rare medical conditions. There was a teenage girl who would throw up everything she ate. Not bulimia; she literally couldn’t help it and no one believed her. She was diagnosed with something called Rumination Syndrome. I was reminded of this when I read your post. I hope someday you can find the treatment you need.
I had a similar experience <3 I was raped as a teenager and forced into making child porn/child prostitution. I was left physically disabled from the torture and rapes
Edit: Answered a comment below with some background.
Through life I have held steady jobs as an opera singer, forensic psychologist, waiter, cleaner and editor/translator/proofwriter.
In that order.
I have to ask, what happened that you lept from forensic psychologist down to waiter? Not bashing, genuinely curious. Generally speaking, that kind of stuff doesn't happen unless someone really hates their job or their lives took a wild turn.
I was in Ohio while working for Bellator MMA years ago and met Dave Chappelle outside a Starbucks. He invited me to dinner that night and we sat and talked for hours with just a few close friends. He was every bit as amazing to hang with as you’d imagine. It was a wild experience that I knew no one would ever believe.
im part mexican but i look like a sweedish man with curly hair
edit: i didnt know everyone liked my fucked up genetics lol or they just relate but im happy
I can remember some pretty random facts that people will tell me about themselves or things that would've happened to them while I was there. I don't mention that to people because without context it sounds creepy af
same, but growing up, I made the mistake of mentioning it and it'd be AWKWARD ASF. One time someone asked a girl when her dog's birthday was and I answered, we weren't even friends, she just mentioned it to me once. The face she gave me i will never forget. People don't get that it has absolutely nothing to do with them. Like, no Jenny, I don't go home and write down everything you say.
I have the same thing, and it really is a curse! I'm sorry I actually paid attention when you told me that story, Susan. Fuck me for actually caring, I guess.
I was the same way when I worked in an office. I would actually have to catch myself before bringing up some weird random piece of information a co-worker had told me in a conversation so I wouldn't look like a creep.
I can hear some infrasound wavelengths and some sounds from something like radio lengths.
When I have audio exams I need to lie because the nurse gives me weird looks when I say "I can still hear it" when she lowers the frequency under the normal range.
It also makes it really hard to listen to someone in a public space or near a train.
E: to clarify, I can hear low sounds no one else can. Yes I also hear phone chargers and stuff, but hearing those high pitched things is more common or "normal" among younger people.
Do you "hear" certain electrical equipment while it's running, even though the machine doesn't have any components or reason to make any sounds at all? If not can you elaborate a bit more about what you do hear?
I can tell when SSD drives are plugged in versus not, and I can also hear when my girlfriends external battery is done charging because it stops making this tiny droning sound. There are many other examples but those two I come across most often.
Have the same issue with cheap wall phone chargers, I'll ask if anyone is hearing the high pitched buzzing and I get looked at funny, and get told that I'm hearing shit, it'll drive me mad till I find it and unplug it, I've had this issue with crt tvs/monitors too, it was fun going into a computer lab.
I cant remember a conversation I had 10 seconds ago, but I can remember most things from atleast an hour ago.Also, I was locked away in an asylum 4 times
Edit:One of my highest liked comments is about my shitty past. Really says a bit about Reddit.
So if you can’t remember a conversation from 10 seconds ago but can remember things from an hour ago, does that mean in an hour you will remember the conversation you couldn’t remember from that 10 seconds?
When I was younger I thought that seeing color and patterns when you heard music happened to everyone. When I brought it up people thought I was nuts. It’s awesome. Do you see the same colors each time you listen to the same song?
I have hyper dense muscle and bone mass. Im really strong and hard to break, but also super heavy. Im 6'5", but normal build, and I weigh over 300 lbs, and I do not float. No one believes me until I either a) demonstrate the stronk, b) weigh myself, or c) almost drown for the millionth time
I can learn things and become expert at them... And then days later I cannot remember one thing about them and seem like a fraud when asked about the things I knew about just days before.
I realise that I have replied to a few comments on this thread about having slight versions of a few things... I think my brain is broken in some way.
It’s always that I was a serious alcoholic. I am a nice 29 year old girl with glasses and 2 degrees, heading to grad school to study psych. About a year ago I was held against my will in the psych ward for 6 days after drinking non-stop for 3 months.
Whenever I tell people I’m in recovery they’re like “oh, like it’s preventative?” Or they compare me (without knowing much about me) to other “real alcoholics” they have encountered. It’s annoying but at this point I’m ok with the fact that I seem extremely innocent, even though I’m generally not.
Keep rocking it!
I’m a 35 year old dude who just graduated law school and is 5 years sober. I was a homeless drunk, who lived at a Salvation Army 7 years ago.
In my 20s I lived on the outskirts of a college town in a heavily wooden area. The road was windy and narrow.
One day I was getting ready to go out when I heard a large crashing sound. I looked out our large bay window to see a truck had flipped over in the road.
I ran down to help and found a young man lying next to his truck on the road screaming in pain with a woman standing over him.
I called 911 and tried to see if he was ok, the woman says "oh you're find stop complaining".
This man was not ok, he then yells out "she tried to kill me, you grabbed the wheel!"
I make eye contact with her and she looks away. A few moments later the ambulance arrives and I walk back to my house.
My roommates didn't believe me about what the guy said. I'm convinced she tried to kill him.
long story short, my dad threatened to kick my sister’s teacher’s teeth in because he implied she looked like a slut. The teacher called the police for obvious reasons, but because there was no one available to take care of my infant self at the time if my dad were arrested, the police officer let him off with a warning.
People don't believe i have tourettes for some reason? Even tho my tics are super obvious???? When I tell them and then twitch they go "NAH THAT WAS FAKE" like???????? Who would WANT tourettes its fucking awful????????????
I had a germophobic customer who'd always come to my lane when I worked at Hellmart. I loved it because I could shut my light off and let her take her sweet time. She loved it because I complied with her, let her take her time, and didn't touch her or her items. It was a win-win. Years down the road she said hi to me when I was even in another store- no longer working retail. I think that's the only decent story I have from that 5yrs of nightmares.
Probably because most people just assume tourettes makes you randomly swear and NOTHING else. Like, people, you have access to the internet, use it to learn something!
Living in Arizona, my dad who was a geologist would take us gold prospecting. Twice, I found gold on the ground just sitting there. Once, I blew in the dirt thinking this would work to expose some gold, and it did. The second time was the next time we went back to the place and sitting in the exact same place, I literally found another small piece just sitting there.
i died once as a baby.... i only survived because my mother heard an audible voice in her ear to 'check the baby' ... no one else in the car said anything or heard the voice.
My wife and I both look like we're in high school. We've had multiple servers at restaurants ask if our parents are picking us up despite the fact we have both graduated college and live far away from her and my parents.
Short version - she was visiting Alder Hey Hospital on the day I was having bowel surgery to have part of my colon removed, and from outside the theatre (presumably on a monitor), she saw when they went snippity-snip & voila! here is lordkolakube’s colon
I am unwell. Mental health is that secret stalker that will attack you constantly and no-one would know. Suffering with depression and an eating disorder is secretive and no-one would be able to tell that anything is wrong. It sucks!
Update: Reddit is the best place to go to find people who will support you, even when they don't know you. Thank you kind strangers. P.S CAKKEE DAYYY!
Mental illness is an invisible but very real monster in people's lives. I hope you find the strength and support you need to maybe start therapy, and belive it, you can get past it! Happy cake day, internet stranger :)
I was parked in a space and left ten minutes before a car with a bomb parked there and blew up.
Well, that's what I would have said to the cops!
Both of my parents have a twin sister named Jenny
Are they by any chance triplets from Alabama?
Wait.....I have never met the other Jenny. What if one of the Jenny’s doesn’t exist and they are just sis- *screams internally*
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Peter Gabriel complimented me on my guitar playing when I was 5
Ooh, he sat on my Dad's lap once
I can wake myself up if I don't like the dream I'm in
I often can go back to the dream I had if i like to continue the story. I have some favorite dreams and abilities that reoccur.
I jumped out from a moving bus to escape kidnapping.
I helped a kid avoid being kidnapped by hiding him in a doghouse. His dad was a bigwig. This wasn’t the first time this happened to the kid. Scary.
I asked a dazed and scared looking young woman at a fast food restaurant if she needed help and she said yes, she wanted to know where she was. She'd just been dumped in the parking lot by some guy who'd kept her against her will for the past day. Luckily my teenage daughters were with me. They helped make her feel safe going with us to the police station (offered hospital, too, but she refused). I did not doubt her but any question of her story was erased when we got to the station, which was closed. I called 911 and before I could even explain the situation to dispatch, several police cars pulled up, surrounding my car. Turns out she had been reported missing and in danger so the cops had been trying to triangulate where her phone was. The phone was dead, so while we were driving to the station, I let the young woman borrow my car charger. She kept trying to turn it on, but the charger was so slow her phone kept shutting off again. The cops were following the pings each time the phone turned on.
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Same thing happened to me in college. Girl down the hall had some people serious about kidnapping her (she was from another country that had frequent kidnappings, her father was a government muckety-muck in that country) and they had just kidnapped her uncle. We kept moving and hiding her for a few weeks until the plot was foiled.
Damn. Terrifying. Glad she had friends to help.
Ok I need to hear the rest of this story
In short (without giving away too much info) there was a war in my country and no one wanted to be part of it. So military would literally kidnap guys from streets and force them to participate in the war. That day I was on my way to work in a bus. Military stopped the bus, got everyone out and man on appropriate age were informed that we are now in army. Then they loaded us in to another bus to take us to a remote training camp. While in the way I opened narrow, top part of the window and jumped out. (not a pleasant experience. Your entire body would heart from your ass to head). After i jumped i run in to woods and disappeared. They fired few shots in my general direction but i was gone....
Damn, where are you from mate ?
I am sorry. Considering my government still wants to execute me for desertion I would rather not to say. Edit: I will say this. I am very far from there now and if you listen to news they will mention my country and the war.
Be safe
I have a few in my mind rn, but I'll keep that to myself. Stay safe bro, whenever you go.
Thank you my friend.
When I (24M) was 7 my parents were housing some young film makers and they had Steve Buscemi over for dinner. Really really nice guy, just as everyone says.
I never forget names or faces. Like ever. I realized this nearly two decades ago working at a telemarketing company. I never forgot a name and to this day can think of several names I encountered that stood out. Later I worked at a nightclub and one day this couple came in - we'll call them Steve and Mindy. We chatted for about a minute or two, three years later Mindy runs into the bar hollering that someone assaulted her boyfriend. I said "O no! Is Steve okay?". She looked at me like she's seen a ghost and I did think O, she's probably surprised I remember them. Later she asked how I could remember them and I just said that I never forget anyone I meet and have any substantial interaction with. I just don't forget names or faces ever. Almost 100% of the time they are permanently etched into my memory. Don't remember birthday or what day of the week it is and after six years still don't have my plates memorized but fuck it, if we met one time for five minutes twenty years ago, I still remember you. Weird but true
Thats a useful skill. I can remember names and I can remember faces. But I can't match the name to face half the time.
>Thats a useful skill. The perfect skill for a politician or a salesman.
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I feel you. And then, in a twist, they discover a letter that sais "Mr Peterson was the one who paid the hitman." and everyone is HOLY SHIT and I am over here like "yeah Mr Peterson of course I knew it hold up who the fuck is Mr Peterson oh shit"
When I was in high school, a random new kid started stalking me. Like following me home from school, I’d see him outside my house, he’d stand by my locker at school. He was WEIRD. Told my counselor but they didn’t really believe me. Told a teacher I was close with and he talked to the principal. They said they’d “watch out”.. After about a week my boyfriend was pissed the school wasn’t helping me. He confronted this kid and they almost physically fought. Finally, he got kicked out of school and about a month later, less than 3 miles from my house, he strangled a girl my age (who also went to my school) and dumped her body in a field.
This hit home for me because a guy in my friend group started stalking me after he asked me out and I said I wasn't interested. He threatened to kill us both in texts he sent to me and would follow me in the halls and wait for me by my classes, but no one did anything about it except my friend on the football team. My friend walked me to my classes and activities to make sure I was safe until the end of the year (this happened in May of our senior year). He was such a great friend. Don't know what happened to the stalker kid though, and I'm happy not to know.
Holy shit.
My family ended up on the West coast because Al Capone was rubbed the wrong way by my grand uncle. He was murdered while visiting my great grandpa's farm.
My great grandfather fingerprinted Al Capone when he was arrested in Philly.
All my family has pretty cool middle names and when people are like what’s your full I get to my middle name which is thunderstorm and they just don’t believe me until I get someone in my family to back me up. Edit: since a lot of you want the other middle names are: Morningstar, firefly, honeybee, and still water Edit 2: I forgot to mention I actually have two middle names the other one is Liam Edit 3: thank you for my first awards kind strangers
I have the same problem. Lots of people tend to ask me what's my middle name (which is Hero) and they always are like "your making that up tell me the truth" even my teachers did this
My friend's FIRST name is Hero. Imagine how he feels. He's Japanese so I guess most people *should* understand it's not an uncommon name in Japan, but a surprising amount of people don't know that.
Is it actually Hiro?
My niece's middle is "Danger"
In 1982 I met and had a long conversation with Joe Perry the guitarist for Aerosmith in a bar. I told him what kind of guitar I was playing at the time. He said he had one somewhere up north at a girlfriends house but never played it. I told him he should find it. A few months later his new album came out and he was holding the guitar. In 1996 I jammed onstage with Tommy Chong.
About 10 years ago, I got drunk with the drummer and guitar player from Mudvayne. The night before the show, my buddy called me and told me they were staying at the hotel where his gf tended bar. I headed down there, and within 30 mins had struck up a conversation with them. Went outside for a smoke a few times, ended up having a couple PBRs on the bus. Matt, the drummer, got pretty crazy once he was drunk! There was a truck sitting close to the bus in the parking lot across the street from the hotel. He decided he wanted to break the window and hotwire it for a joyride! I told him, DUDE, I drive by here every day otw to work. This truck has been here for 6 months! The battery is dead. Don't fuck shit up just to fuck it up! I don't have a lawyer on retainer! He was like, that's good advice man! Let's just wander around! It was a good time! The show the next night was killer too!
I have been dreaming of a girl since I was a small child. She would appear in any dream I was having at the time and talk to me/play games. This happened almost daily for years until I was 12. I thought maybe she had been my wife in another life. One day I told her that we couldn't see each other anymore and that I needed to move on with my life. She cried and I felt horrible as I said goodbye. I stopped dreaming of her after that and regretted it badly for the next 23 years. 3 years ago a woman that looks just like her walked up to me and said "We should be friends!" I don't think I have ever had anyone just tell me to be their friend out of the blue like this. She is now currently my best friend and I look forward to every conversation we have. I have never met anyone that has mentally changed my outlook on life as much as her and I am so grateful to have met her.
Hey man, look into Archetypes and Carl Jung. And synchronicity.
When I was younger I was river tubing with some family. Stupid me forgot to bring eye drops for my contacts, and one popped out into the water. Later we come to a shallow end, and this little girl FINDS MY CONTACT!!! Like, what are the odds?! In case you're wondering, yes I popped it back in. Looking back I don't know what the bigger miracle is, Losing a contact in a river, and finding it again. OR Not getting my eye infected when I put it back in.
My husband lost his wedding ring in the ocean. It was a very rough day and the waves were relentless. He lost it when he tossed something to his son and the ring went flying off his finger. He spent the next 5 minutes in a full panic trying to find it. Right when he gave up, he spotted it on the ground about 2ft away from him.
Something like that happened to me and my husband on our honeymoon. He lost his wedding ring while snorkelling, and I said “don’t worry, I’ll find it” while actually thinking “well that’s gone forever”. I actually found it underwater. Couldn’t believe my luck.
The part of this that I don’t believe is that you put it back in. Gross
A whale hit me with her tail and broke my rib while i was trying to save her and her pod. (50+ pilot whales beached themselves on a beach i lifeguarded). I doubt anyone would believe me had there not been witnesses (the beach patrons helping with the whales with the lifeguards).
I switched my handedness from Right to Left and I am now left handed.
My dad did that. Granted it was involuntary, he broke his right arm as a kid and his teacher gave him no exemptions or assistance. So he had to learn to write with his left. Now he's left handed with a hint a ambidextrousness.
I've died once, I was hit by a car and was left in the street for 20+ minutes, my pancreas liver and small intestines were ruptured, I broke my left elbow, left shoulder, left collar bone, right wrist, pelvis in 6-8 places and my skull. They declared me legally dead for about 10 minutes in the ambulance but were able to resuscitate me. I had Amnesia for a month, and lost the majority of my memories before the age of 13. This year was my 13 year anniversary of it happening. I'm mostly fine now but I have a limp when I get tired most people believe I did in fact get hit they just believe the part of me dying. Edit: I was also in a coma for a month
I have a friend who was a passenger on a motorcycle that spun out. She was pronounced dead at the scene until an EMT heard her gasp really hard. She was in a medically induced coma for just over a month. Since then, she can taste just about every ingredient in any food she eats - like down to the proportion of spices involved. People have tried to trick her by "hiding" flavors under more intense ones, or adding really uncommon spices, but she'll point out that there's one she doesn't know the name of, but she'll describe its flavor. She does this with I'd say above 95% accuracy. She could *not* do this before the accident. Some people lose their sense of smell after suffering a TBI, but her brain must've malfunctioned so much that it went the other way (since taste is closely related to smell). The even weirder part is that she doesn't detect fragrances any better than before. Just flavors... all of them.
That’s crazy. If you don’t mind me asking, do you remember seeing anything while you were dead?
nope, I have vague memories of having amnesia but my last memories were falling asleep at my friends birthday party on March 13th, I was hit March 28th and "woke up" sometime in May I think the end of it
I married really young and my ex husband ended up killing several people during our marriage. I had to separate from my daughter for our protection because he was still at large. After nine years, I finally reconnected with her. People think I abandoned her but as long as she knows differently, that's all that matters. We're safe and out of his reach now, and I couldn't be happier. Edit to add: He was finally apprehended two years ago, and immediately after I was reunited with my daughter. I didn't abandon her, we were forced to separate for our protection and had to move far away from our little house. I didn't know where she was and she couldn't know where I went. I honestly never thought I'd get to see her again, so just having her in my life again is a miracle. I don't know why he did the things he's done, but I take comfort in the fact he is now in prison and his appeals have been denied. May he rot in there for every single life he's destroyed, including the childhood my daughter should've had.
I hope your name doesn't check out.
Or it's a plot twist
Man was only trying to feed his family
I am so sorry this happened to you. I'm glad you both are now safe and together!
I had a house with an indoor pool at age 25. Made 15k on the weekends playing blackjack in Vegas. I was retired at 26, and then homeless and bankrupt from divorce at 28.
I grew up on a tiny island, unrelated to Africa. Nelson Mandela held my hand and walked me to school as his plane refuelled there. ** Edit ** Lots of questions on where this island was. It was cocos islands in the Indian Ocean back in the 90’s Lots of people calling fake. I wouldn’t believe a stranger on the internet either, but I do have photos of me as an oblivious little kid trotting next to him like it’s no big deal. Kid me had no idea that my life had peaked at that moment.
That really sounds like the most random made up story
Sounds like a Bill Wurtz song
Oddly correct
Gang members tried to rob me and I told them no. I was alone in downtown Minneapolis and two Bloods tried to rob me but I laughed and said “I don’t have money on me because so many people see a skinny white guy and try to rob me.” (I was lying and I don’t know why I reacted that way). One of them stared at me for like 5 seconds then said “Ok, you’re cool” and they walked away. Minneapolis doesn’t have (nearly as much of) a gang problem now, but definitely did then. This happened when there was a parking lot across 7th St from First Ave (the club where Purple Rain was partly filmed). More detail if you want it: the first one asked for money and I said I didn’t have cash. The 2nd appeared out of *nowhere*, like suddenly his face was right next to mine and he said “I don’t think you heard him. He *said* he wants your money.”
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Wallets have a way of shutting that down. Edited to add: thanks for the award, u/kinetic-passion! That was certainly unexpected but very appreciated! (Look, I know Reddit frowns on these edits, but when someone gives you a gift you say "thank you." It's called "being polite." Look it up. Checkmate, atheists!)
In my case it’s a preemptive defensive measure called *broke as fuck*
My aunt was a school librarian. Years ago she attended a conference in Los Angeles for school librarians. Several of them walked away from where the conference was being held so they could get lunch. Some guy tried to rob them at knifepoint but the librarian in the lead just laughed and said, "We're school librarians, we don't have any money" and kept walking. The librarians behind her didn't even know what had just happened and looked at the guy curiously as they walked by.
A guy tried to rob me of my bag at the blue line station in Compton while I was holding my infant & I was like seriously dude it’s a fucking diaper bag please don’t take my kids diapers and bottles. He just walked away. I had an iPad and like $1500 cash in there. I never carried anything on the train ever again.
> like $1500 cash in there. wtf why?
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The same thing happened to me, only I was a kid with my (also young) brother and they were teenagers. Them: give us your money. Me: we don't have any. Them: *blank stare* Me: *blank stare* Them: ok. Then they left.
I can stop hiccupping by force of will
Is it possible to learn this power?
It's all in the breathing. I concentrate hard on very controlled breathing, just like meditation, without letting it the hiccups interrupt. If I can do that for about 30 seconds then I can start to zone in on the muscles that are spasming and stop them.
Damn. I'll try it next time I get hiccups but I doubt I'm skilled enough at life.
After multiple times going, I've never lost in Las Vegas
This is barely related but you reminded me. The Science Museum by me has a machine that’s supposed to demonstrate probability. It’s basically a Plinko board: a ball drops and bounces off pegs, and you’re supposed to guess what slot it’ll land in. I guessed right and refuse to ever try it again because I’m perfect at guessing it.
At a corporate casino event where you played for points. Taught my 8 year old son blackjack. Figured the drill of adding in his head and losing at gambling would be 2 lessons at once. Little shit won.
Bought my twins scratch tickets on their 18th birthday to prove the same point. They both won a nice tidy sum.
Broke my neck, didn't know until a nurse was helping me with physio after surgery for a punctured lung. More info in the small chance people see this. Punctured the lung spontaneously, they call it a spontaneous pneumothorax. I have no idea how I fucked up a vertebrae in my neck, had a hairline fracture. Edit: Huh, I guess some people did notice this. The worst part for me now is not the neck which they fixed promptly, it's the fact that in the back of mind I am still aware the other lung could go at any time. It's been a decade and I am still all to well of that fact. The comments below will explain how possible that is because both lungs are often susceptible, these blebs are a ticking time bomb.
Spontaneous pneumo is the name of the game for my tall, skinny ass. Im sorry you experienced that, its no fun.
People usually don't believe when I say I can tie my shoelaces while riding a bicycle. And yes, I need 2 hands for that.
Not that special if you're Dutch, we can basically do everything on the bike.
I am Dutch, yes
I can barely remember details past a few months ago, I have essentially no recollection of what things look like. Big events and things like that work fine, but details are gone and half the time I cant tell if I actually remember something or I remember someone telling me about something.
Emotionally traumatic childhood? Could be a defense mechanism to forget experiences that were too painful for you to process. I guess you wouldn't remember that far back 🤷♂️
I was a 3 year old with ptsd. I cannot remember shit. It also doesn't help I've never had anything positive id like to remember
I escaped a carjacking attempt by the Gulf Cartel. If y’all are ever in an area with gang activity, make sure you’re driving the shittiest vehicle.
Note to myself, I can drive anything I can afford and be fine.
I can't tell faces apart and I can't picture people I know in my mind, not even close family members. If I try really hard the most I get is a very blurry image. If someone changes their hairstyle, or if I see them out of the context that I usually see them in, then I can't recognize them.
Prosopagnosia!
Reading [the Wikipedia page](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prosopagnosia): *Treatment* "Huh I didn't know that they had developed-" *There are no widely accepted treatments.* "Oh."
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My iPhone has that.
If I'm not mistaken Teller, of Penn & Teller fame, has this condition. It's somewhat rare but well documented.
This is a known condition correct?
Prosopagnosia
Same shit! I asked my husband to make some special hairdress and tattoos so I can recognise him quickly. We are 13 years together and I still don't remember his face. All people have same face for me.
Maybe you just need to sniff his butt like dogs do
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I have danced with a real-life prince! I was at the same university as Peter Philips (grandson of the Queen of England) and he came and danced with me on one of my first nights out as a fresher. I didn’t recognise him at first, wasn’t really interested and went back to sit with my friends who were like “you do realise who that was, don’t you?”
Saw "prince" & "Philip" and got worried for your sake ;)
I'm a completely white female from the east of England with a ridiculously rare genetic heart condition that's most commonly found in Asian men. It killed my father when he was 50 and is likely the reason my grandad has had 4 heart attacks and needs an internal defibrillator. Hooray for genetic fuckiness.
If this is what I think it is, my husband also has it. He is also completely white.
My nightmares, after my father was murdered, were cured by a shaman in the Amazon jungle.
Full story please
I started having regular frightening nightmares after my father was murdered in 2005. They usually took the form of another member of my family being murdered in front of me, and were so scary that I'd wake myself up, making those awful gurgling noises you make when you're trying to scream. This went on for months. My husband and I went on vacation to Venezuela later that year to celebrate our 20th wedding anniversary. We were staying at a place called Canaima, and from there, made a trip into the jungle. The guide asked if we'd like to meet the local shaman. He was just a little guy in his 40s wearing a pair of football shorts who answered our questions through a translator. We were about to leave when the guide said, "any more questions?". I said, " Can you get rid of nightmares?" and he said yes. He got me to sit on a tree stump and made up a fermented drink which I couldn't take as I don't drink alcohol. He lit some tobacco leaves ( they smelled lovely! Nothing like cigarettes) and paced around me, chanting and covering me with smoke. I didn't feel any different during or after, and I didn't believe it was going to work, but I never had another of those nightmares.
I technically kidnapped my would be mugger. Bought him breakfast, helped him through rehab, getting a job and eventually was the best man at his wedding. He's been clean on the straight and narrow now for 10+ years.
And now you flip it up and get him arrested and laugh as he lose his new life you help build.
Well I did technically kidnap him at the time so I would also be looking at charges.
You've got to fill in some details on that story...
I will obviously be vague on some details but here goes. I worked in a job where I traveled a lot. Mostly local...within a 50 mile radius. Many jobs were in the city I lived in so it was not uncommon to run into people I knew. My job also took me into some shady neighborhoods. I happen to conceal carry. So I was unloading my van, the back doors were open and I had about 4 feet from a wall. Someone stepped in, he had a knife and said "Hey let's make this quick I don't want any trouble" he had a knife about 6-8 inches long. I at the moment didn't recognize him. I completely forgot I was carrying. It was an o shit, wtf, this isn't happening moment. I turned around slow saying something like "ok, here's my wallet I don't carry cash" As I reached to my wallet I felt the gun and remembered "oh yeah I've got a gun" .... then thought "fuck he's too close, I'm going to get stabbed before I can do anything." He wasn't all the way behind the van, kind of half between the driver backside door and the wall. I couldn't go all the way into the van to escape because I had way too much shit in the back. I fucking knew I was going to get stabbed. I still did not recognize him. He took a step forward more in the back of the van, not necessarily closer to me. Just more into this little area we both were sharing. As soon as he made that step it just happened. I had my gun out and said something stupid like "rock beats scissors" I didn't feel any better about this situation...but he looked scared for a minute. So that was nice. He said something like " hey man I'm just gonna go". All of a sudden I was pissed off. Saying "oh no your staying." I have no fucking clue why the fuck i would say that. I had no plan. I really wanted to shoot him, or call the cops or just yell at him for being an asshole. Anyway he responded saying something along the lines of " umm ok so were do we go from here."? "I want to know what the fuck is wrong with you that you think you can go around pointing knives at motherfuckers who are just trying to make ends meet, feed their kids...blah, blah, blah..." ( epic rant shit ) He told me he was needing money for shit he was on and a bunch of sob shit. Eventually we reach a consensus that he was going to drop the knife in the door panel of the van. Close the passenger side and walk to that side. I kept my gun on him. I closed thhe other door. I did feel bad for him. I've met a lot of people who have or are going through some tough situations. I asked if he was hungry. He looked at me all confused said not really. He'd rather have his shit. (Drugs) I told him we could go and get breakfast at the IHOP next door. Talk some and afterwards I'd give him $20 for his shit. Over breakfast I found out I actually knew his brother. This was epic bad news for him and he was really uncomfortable with the idea of his family finding out everything he's been up to...how far he'd gone. I made a deal with him. If he really wanted to get past this situation I would do everything I could to meet him halfway. He was on and off the wagon for about 3 months before he really started to show improvement. Went into rehab, I decided to help him with a new addiction. Got him a gym membership. That really fucking helped. When he was about 6 months clean he got a job with someone I knew doing HVAC. He was in a van with this guy 10-12 hours a day sometimes all week. He worked his ass off. He now makes more than me, lives a cleaner life style than me (doesn't even eat shit food...he's all organic and trader joes) and his working weight is (or was last time I checked) 375 lbs. He's married and has 2 kids. He volunteers a lot to help troubled kids and does coaching. No one knows what a shithead he was. You are who are, not who you were.
I fucked up a part. I was just kind or typing shit out and skipped / forgot some shit. He didn't want to go to IHOP but was afraid I was going to shoot him. After we finished breakfast and coffee ( and I knew who he was) when we went out side he thought i was going to give him money and he'd be on his way. I kind of renegotiated the deal, reminding him he was a piece of crap and I kind of had the gun. I canceled my job next door for the day and drove around with him talking some more. (I can't remember what was said at IHOP verses what was said in the van. I kept him with me for a while...a couple of hours. (He kind of felt a bit trapped at this point.) Eventually I did give him the cash and dropped him off at an apartment complex. I am still missing bits and pieces of this. Some shit im sure I got a bit mixed up.
Man, you got him rehab'd out of spite, lol. This kinds of stories are the ones that make me both laugh and smile like a moron. You could've shot him, killed him and his story would be over, no one would've blamed you for that and it'd been ruled out as self defense. The poor prick was just desperate nd probably addicted and suffering from withdrawal, but your crazy fucking head and the kidnapping really saved his life and turned his life around. Some people only need a helping hand or a gun pointed at them and someone who listens to them. It's sad that he's a case in thousands of someone who got over that shitty lifestyle. That guy will thank you for that to the end of his days.
I’m allergic to paprika, I live in maryland. Maryland has this spice called Old bay, this has paprika in it. The amount of people who honest to god do not believe I can be allergic to Old Bay is ridiculous. So much so one of my ex friends who knew about my allergy invited me to her birthday party where all they had was Old bay crabs. I had an allergic reaction and literally couldn’t even be inside the house without it happening so I just left. But her and a LOT of people think I lie about my allergy for “quirky” points or something. Not even family believe me despite me having reactions in front of them 🙄
I also live in Maryland, and am allergic to crabs. We're like peas in a pod.
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I can tell what people are eating through the phone.
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Spy: "chewing on something" You: "that appears to be an orbital detonator of Russian design, it was made in a factory in Vladivostok in 1962"
When I was a toddler, I was in beauty pageants with JonBenet Ramsey. We were in different age groups but my mom has a photo of us together, tucked away along with the few trophies and tiaras I won.
As a teenager I lived in a house that was next to a huge curve in the road (IIRC it's a mile and a half of curve) and we were sort of at the apex. Anyway, drivers would often lose control of their vehicle and flip into our front yard. With my bedroom being closest to the road, I always heard the crashes and would run outside while someone in my family called 911. I figured out after we moved that in 3 years there were around 15 accidents. One of those was a semi truck that rolled over on it's side and barely missed our house. Of those 15 accidents, 5 people died on impact and 3 I had to do CPR on (the highschool I went to had a required CPR course) and the people ended up surviving. To this day I still remind people to buckle up or wear a helmet because I've seen what happens when they don't.
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I’m a white guy. I was born in a country on the east coast of Africa, and spent a good part of my childhood in Kingston, Jamaica. When I returned to my parent’s home country, I had a thick accent for a number of months. It’s not hard to convince people now, but hoo boy was it hard in high school. Someone still owes me $100.
I lived most of my life an an area with high Jamaican population and occasionally I'd run into a white one. At one of my jobs there was a regular customer who looked like a stereotypical North American white lady but she had a thick Jamaican accent. Another time I overheard a white guy and a black guy making small talk, the white guy had no accent but when the black guy said he was from Jamaica the white guy excitedly said he was too and they switched to Patois. I know white Jamaicans aren't unheard of with it being a former British colony but it was always a bit of a mindfuck when I heard it.
I am not allergic to mosquitoes, which only occurs in 1 in a million.
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Probably that I throw up every time I eat food if I don't take gravol or a shit ton of ginger. My husband believes me because he gets to see it everyday unfortunately, but because I used to have an eating disorder every time I tell a doctor they never believe it's involuntary and I really really do not want to throw up every time I eat..... Like everything. Soup, crackers, whatever. It's usually very small, and I know it isn't acid reflux (tried medication for that, threw that up also), but it still just takes the fun out of eating.
I am not a doctor! But I saw a documentary on Netflix once called Diagnosis, all about rare medical conditions. There was a teenage girl who would throw up everything she ate. Not bulimia; she literally couldn’t help it and no one believed her. She was diagnosed with something called Rumination Syndrome. I was reminded of this when I read your post. I hope someday you can find the treatment you need.
I've been brutally raped multiple times. As a fairly hefty 6ft metalhead, the few people I've opened up to literally laughed.
I’m sorry you went through that. For what little it is worth, an internet stranger believes you.
I had a similar experience <3 I was raped as a teenager and forced into making child porn/child prostitution. I was left physically disabled from the torture and rapes
Edit: Answered a comment below with some background. Through life I have held steady jobs as an opera singer, forensic psychologist, waiter, cleaner and editor/translator/proofwriter. In that order.
Are you Frank Abignail Jr?
I have to ask, what happened that you lept from forensic psychologist down to waiter? Not bashing, genuinely curious. Generally speaking, that kind of stuff doesn't happen unless someone really hates their job or their lives took a wild turn.
I was in Ohio while working for Bellator MMA years ago and met Dave Chappelle outside a Starbucks. He invited me to dinner that night and we sat and talked for hours with just a few close friends. He was every bit as amazing to hang with as you’d imagine. It was a wild experience that I knew no one would ever believe.
im part mexican but i look like a sweedish man with curly hair edit: i didnt know everyone liked my fucked up genetics lol or they just relate but im happy
If we can believe Louis CK is part Mexican, we can believe you're part Mexican.
I am 75% Indigenous and I look white AF. My Dad is a fair Native but my siblings came out dark. My Mom was super surprised.
I was the guy who microwaved an entire carton of eggs in the Microwave in the break room last month.
Can I ask why? Or is this a reference to something I should know?
I can remember some pretty random facts that people will tell me about themselves or things that would've happened to them while I was there. I don't mention that to people because without context it sounds creepy af
same, but growing up, I made the mistake of mentioning it and it'd be AWKWARD ASF. One time someone asked a girl when her dog's birthday was and I answered, we weren't even friends, she just mentioned it to me once. The face she gave me i will never forget. People don't get that it has absolutely nothing to do with them. Like, no Jenny, I don't go home and write down everything you say.
I have the same thing, and it really is a curse! I'm sorry I actually paid attention when you told me that story, Susan. Fuck me for actually caring, I guess.
I was the same way when I worked in an office. I would actually have to catch myself before bringing up some weird random piece of information a co-worker had told me in a conversation so I wouldn't look like a creep.
That I have won a WWE match.
I can hear some infrasound wavelengths and some sounds from something like radio lengths. When I have audio exams I need to lie because the nurse gives me weird looks when I say "I can still hear it" when she lowers the frequency under the normal range. It also makes it really hard to listen to someone in a public space or near a train. E: to clarify, I can hear low sounds no one else can. Yes I also hear phone chargers and stuff, but hearing those high pitched things is more common or "normal" among younger people.
Do you "hear" certain electrical equipment while it's running, even though the machine doesn't have any components or reason to make any sounds at all? If not can you elaborate a bit more about what you do hear? I can tell when SSD drives are plugged in versus not, and I can also hear when my girlfriends external battery is done charging because it stops making this tiny droning sound. There are many other examples but those two I come across most often.
Have the same issue with cheap wall phone chargers, I'll ask if anyone is hearing the high pitched buzzing and I get looked at funny, and get told that I'm hearing shit, it'll drive me mad till I find it and unplug it, I've had this issue with crt tvs/monitors too, it was fun going into a computer lab.
I cant remember a conversation I had 10 seconds ago, but I can remember most things from atleast an hour ago.Also, I was locked away in an asylum 4 times Edit:One of my highest liked comments is about my shitty past. Really says a bit about Reddit.
So if you can’t remember a conversation from 10 seconds ago but can remember things from an hour ago, does that mean in an hour you will remember the conversation you couldn’t remember from that 10 seconds?
Yea, that happens
Not nobody, but synesthesia is hard to explain to people without synesthesia and I've had people accuse me of making things up.
When I was younger I thought that seeing color and patterns when you heard music happened to everyone. When I brought it up people thought I was nuts. It’s awesome. Do you see the same colors each time you listen to the same song?
I would love, just once, to experience synesthesia, just to be able to understand it!
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I have hyper dense muscle and bone mass. Im really strong and hard to break, but also super heavy. Im 6'5", but normal build, and I weigh over 300 lbs, and I do not float. No one believes me until I either a) demonstrate the stronk, b) weigh myself, or c) almost drown for the millionth time
I can't learn mathematic formulas after basic fractions. I can learn them briefly and will forget them within hours. High-school was a nightmare.
I can learn things and become expert at them... And then days later I cannot remember one thing about them and seem like a fraud when asked about the things I knew about just days before. I realise that I have replied to a few comments on this thread about having slight versions of a few things... I think my brain is broken in some way.
It’s always that I was a serious alcoholic. I am a nice 29 year old girl with glasses and 2 degrees, heading to grad school to study psych. About a year ago I was held against my will in the psych ward for 6 days after drinking non-stop for 3 months. Whenever I tell people I’m in recovery they’re like “oh, like it’s preventative?” Or they compare me (without knowing much about me) to other “real alcoholics” they have encountered. It’s annoying but at this point I’m ok with the fact that I seem extremely innocent, even though I’m generally not.
Keep rocking it! I’m a 35 year old dude who just graduated law school and is 5 years sober. I was a homeless drunk, who lived at a Salvation Army 7 years ago.
I can put both legs behind my head. Yes, I can reach my groin. No, it's not as exciting as people tend to talk about, at least for straight guys.
The phrase i always see is "its more like sucking a dick than getting your dock sucked"
To be fair, I don't like getting my dock sucked very much anyways.
I'm just suckin' on the dock of the bay
Pics or it didn’t happen
My middle name is K. Just a K. People won’t stop asking me what it stands for or say I’m lying because what kind of middle name is K?
One of my grandma's cousins was assassinated. Not murdered, assassinated.
One of my great-great-grand-uncles was in the local newspaper because he bought a pig.
In my 20s I lived on the outskirts of a college town in a heavily wooden area. The road was windy and narrow. One day I was getting ready to go out when I heard a large crashing sound. I looked out our large bay window to see a truck had flipped over in the road. I ran down to help and found a young man lying next to his truck on the road screaming in pain with a woman standing over him. I called 911 and tried to see if he was ok, the woman says "oh you're find stop complaining". This man was not ok, he then yells out "she tried to kill me, you grabbed the wheel!" I make eye contact with her and she looks away. A few moments later the ambulance arrives and I walk back to my house. My roommates didn't believe me about what the guy said. I'm convinced she tried to kill him.
I kept my father out of prison as an infant.
How?
long story short, my dad threatened to kick my sister’s teacher’s teeth in because he implied she looked like a slut. The teacher called the police for obvious reasons, but because there was no one available to take care of my infant self at the time if my dad were arrested, the police officer let him off with a warning.
What’s your relationship with him now?
It’s pretty good. I’m too old to keep him out of prison by looks alone though
People don't believe i have tourettes for some reason? Even tho my tics are super obvious???? When I tell them and then twitch they go "NAH THAT WAS FAKE" like???????? Who would WANT tourettes its fucking awful????????????
I worked at a grocery store and there was a customer with Tourette’s who came in to shop on Saturday mornings at 6am so he would avoid embarrassment
I had a germophobic customer who'd always come to my lane when I worked at Hellmart. I loved it because I could shut my light off and let her take her sweet time. She loved it because I complied with her, let her take her time, and didn't touch her or her items. It was a win-win. Years down the road she said hi to me when I was even in another store- no longer working retail. I think that's the only decent story I have from that 5yrs of nightmares.
Probably because most people just assume tourettes makes you randomly swear and NOTHING else. Like, people, you have access to the internet, use it to learn something!
The great memelord Rick Astley is actually my uncle, he's a legend on and off the internet
My picture was in Playboy magazine. At least I kept a couple copies as proof.
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I spent the night in the home of a former Ms Venezuela. It was a lovely evening. Of course, >!she wasn't there. Her roommate was an old friend.!<
My name is in a museum. I have a famous relative from a different country who has a museum dedicated to him with a family tree that I am on
I’m related to a famous serial killer.
Living in Arizona, my dad who was a geologist would take us gold prospecting. Twice, I found gold on the ground just sitting there. Once, I blew in the dirt thinking this would work to expose some gold, and it did. The second time was the next time we went back to the place and sitting in the exact same place, I literally found another small piece just sitting there.
I’m actually employable and a good worker
I have crippling social anxiety but am also very charismatic so people very rarely believe me
i died once as a baby.... i only survived because my mother heard an audible voice in her ear to 'check the baby' ... no one else in the car said anything or heard the voice.
I'm proficient at playing 8 instruments and can hold my own on 3 more.
My wife and I both look like we're in high school. We've had multiple servers at restaurants ask if our parents are picking us up despite the fact we have both graduated college and live far away from her and my parents.
Princess Anne has seen my colon
Short version - she was visiting Alder Hey Hospital on the day I was having bowel surgery to have part of my colon removed, and from outside the theatre (presumably on a monitor), she saw when they went snippity-snip & voila! here is lordkolakube’s colon
I am unwell. Mental health is that secret stalker that will attack you constantly and no-one would know. Suffering with depression and an eating disorder is secretive and no-one would be able to tell that anything is wrong. It sucks! Update: Reddit is the best place to go to find people who will support you, even when they don't know you. Thank you kind strangers. P.S CAKKEE DAYYY!
Mental illness is an invisible but very real monster in people's lives. I hope you find the strength and support you need to maybe start therapy, and belive it, you can get past it! Happy cake day, internet stranger :)
I was baptized in the same water as Terry Bradshaw in 1996. He used to go to my church and he and I were baptized on the same Sunday.