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In 1959, White American Journalist, John Howard Griffin used a combination of sun lamps and drugs for treating Vitiligo, to darken his skin and travel through the segregated South. He detailed his travels in his Book “Black Like Me”.
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The largest building in Kentucky is a 4,000,000 square foot man-made cavern underneath the city of Louisville that houses businesses, storage facilities, ziplines, and a mountain bike park.
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Eugene Schieffelin hoped to introduce into North America every bird mentioned by Shakespeare. He imported starlings from England and released them in Manhattan in 1890 and 1891. Starlings soon started to drive native birds out of their habitats, ate massive amounts of crops, and spread disease.
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There is a Jewish custom called a “black wedding”: during a plague, two orphans get married in a cemetery, under a black canopy, with the community pledging to support the couple, so the souls of the deceased will intercede to stop the plague. This April, such a wedding was conducted in Israel.
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The “queen” in chess used to be the “advisor” which could only move one square diagonally. It wasn’t until chess was brought to Europe and the rise of female monarchs during the 15th century was the “advisor” replaced with the “queen”.
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As a person who has met more than my fair share of famous, infamous, and slightly-more-notable-than-average folks, I have to say that the adage “you should never meet your heroes” is mostly true.
As in, far more people have been disappointing or just meh than the other way around.
These 17 people have some stories of their own, and they’ll probably convince you to steer clear of your own heroes, should you ever get the chance.
While I was working at an airport, I met Sting. I thought he was gonna be cool but he was kind of a d%ck. The opposite can be true also. I met Robbie Williams (of Take That) who I’d always thought seemed kind of a d%ck but he was one of the nicest people I’ve ever met.
I was dying to meet Jason Momoa and I finally got the chance to at an after party for a indie movie he was in. It was at a small venue in LA with some bands playing.
Jason walked in and few people started talking to him; once they passed I bought a beer and approached him. I gave him the beer and asked how his night was. He was kinda drunk already from the look of it, but he pounded the beer without saying anything. I wasn’t too sure what to think so I got more to the point and asked if it would be cool to get a pic. He leaned into my face and said, “Tonight isn’t about that. Tonight is about me.” and walked away.
Not even 5 minutes later he was taking pics with some other people across the venue and signing some autographs.
Aquaman owes me a beer damn it.
I met Kareem Abdul-Jabbar at an airport. I asked to take a picture and at first he seemed really unhappy about it. I asked what he was reading and it was a Sherlock Holmes novel. I loved those so we chatted about it some and then he mentioned he had written one about Holmes’ brother.
I felt like I was really bothering him so I’d keep trying to leave him alone but every time I started to leave he’d ask a question so we kept chatting. Just a really quiet dude I guess. Was nice after the picture though.
John Stockton told me I shouldn’t eat so much bread when I met him when I was a little kid.
Scottie pippin is hands down the biggest turd ever. I grew up in the suburbs he lived in and every time I saw him he was just such an a$shole. He was a hero growing up and he ended up being complete garbage.
When I was in 2nd grade, I thought Bob Feller (pitcher from the Indians back in the day) was the greatest thing ever. I read about him constantly. When Cleveland opened it’s new Jacob’s Field stadium, he was there signing autographs all day. I went to the exhibition game with my dad.
Around 10pm we were walking to our car in the lot, and my dad notices Bob Feller is like ten feet away walking with some guy. He’s like – Do you want to ask him for an autograph? So I go over there, this tiny little white haired blonde girl, and I was like “Excuse me Mr. Feller, can I have your autograph?”
He turns to me and is like “God damnit, no. I’ve been signing autographs all day, I’m not signing another one, jesus christ.”
I didn’t know what to do so I just kinda froze and walked back to my dad and teared up. My dad was so sad because he knew he was my hero, so he took the paper from me and was like “Mr. Feller would you reconsider? She’s 8, she reads about you every night, you’re her hero.” He was like “Give me the god damn paper!” Signed his name real quick, and my dad thanked him so much and walked back to me to give it to me. He was like “Here honey!”
Loud enough for Feller to hear (which was an accident lol), I was like “i dont want it anymore.”
After telling that story here and there I found out apparently he is a huge di*k and has a reputation for being constantly nasty. Oh well.
Quite a few years back my dad took my brother and I up to San Francisco for a day trip to pier 39. Turns out Jeremy Bulloch (the original Boba Fett) was doing some kind of meet up thing that no one turned up for, except for us. My dad is a huge star wars nerd after having grown up in its heyday, so naturally he was a bit nervous meeting his hero.
From memory, the encounter went pretty well, but I’ll always remember the moment it got awkward.
“You were always my favorite character man, even if you only got like ten minutes of screentime”
“I’m sure I had a bit more than that..”
One of my earliest memories was meeting Batman. I was probably 3 or 4 and I remember my mom taking me to this big event and it was crazy and awesome. The Batmobile was there and we got to sit in it. I remember I had a picture of Batman and Robin signed. Best day ever!
I’m 30 now and recently brought it up to my mom. I asked where it was we went that time. She explained to me that it was just a local grocery store promotion, Batman and Robin were just some old fat middle aged guys with a beat up old corvette that had cardboard “mods” attached to it.
Apparently it was a pretty embarrassing display… I always remembered how amazing that day was but now that I know the truth it kinda ruined it.
I was a huge Pistons fan growing up, and my family had season tickets. For season ticket holders you get these sick privileges like being able to go to the tunnel sometimes after games, pregame meet n greets, whatever.
Anyway, one day, some of the Bad Boys were in the arena- the back to back champions. Total Detroit legends. I worshipped them, Isaiah Thomas especially. Keep in mind this was in the second wave of Pistons greatness in the mid 2000s, so to have both iterations of great Pistons teams was unthinkable to me.
Anyway I’m in the tunnel. I got a sh*tload of autographs on this hat that I don’t think I have anymore, Ben Wallace, Rip Hamilton, what have you. Then, an older guy starts walking down, and people are going kinda nuts. It’s one of the Bad Boys. I definitely recognize his face, but I really could only know Isaiah Thomas and Bill Lambeer.
So I go “Who is that?”
And this older teeanged kid (in retrospect he was like twelve) goes “Oh, that’s Joe Dumars.”
So I go “Mister Dumars! Mister Dumars! Can I please have an autograph?” (being polite was procedure, if you weren’t polite they wouldn’t give you anything)
and the guy turns to me, looks me dead in the eyes, and in front of everyone (in my mind like 400 people, in all likelihood it was about 60) and goes:
“Bitch, I’m Rick Mahorn!”
and then the twelve year old goes “Mr. Mahorn, may I have an autograph?” which Rick Mahorn grants him.
TO THE DAY I got an autograph from every single bad boy, EXCEPT Rick Mahorn.
Not my heroes by any means but by far the biggest a$sholes I’ve met in the music industry were Puddle of Mudd.
They couldn’t even play their own songs during sound check without f**king up. And they would fire any crew that looked them in the eyes.
Also Chris Daughtery. I was his runner and asked for an autograph for my aunt who is a huge fan and he just laughed at me.
In January 2002, I was invited as a guest to a 101st Airborne reunion as I was writing my masters thesis on the correct way to implement television and movie content in the classroom and I’d chosen the HBO “Band of Brothers” series as an example for a typical high school American History class.
One of my sources was a local man who I’d met through the local war museum and he invited me to come with him to the reunion. “Wild” Bill Guarnere and Edward “Babe” Heffron BOTH happened to attend. I rushed back to the hotel and got my copy of their book “Brothers in Battle, Best of Friends”.
I stood near their table for several minutes, waiting for a break in the conversation, then spoke up. I introduced myself, why I was there, and asked if I could get them to sign my copy of their book.
Bill Guarnere was not pleased to be bothered by a fan and got very mad at me, telling me to “f**k off”. I was super-disappointed and apologized.
Two weeks later, I received a new signed copy of their book along with a signed copy of “Band of Brothers” by Stephen Ambrose. Included was a letter from Ambrose (but signed by the two veterans as well) explaining that Bill and the other members of Easy Company were not in good moods that day because many of them had just found out that Carwood Lipton had passed away less than a month ago. They apologized and thanked me for being understanding
This gesture from Ambrose and the two men has become more and more meaningful over the years as they have all since passed, Ambrose died less than year after the incident.
I met Michael from The Bachelor (Australia) at a local club called Blackbird.
He wasn’t a “smooth talking but sweet” player like they portrayed him on TV, he was just a drunk dude sleazing on every girl in the venue (With very little success too).
I also met Deadmau5 while bartending and he was a complete wanker. He was so rude to all the staff and other patrons my manager asked his entire entourage to leave. It was really sad for me because I absolutely love his music.
I have a lot of friends that swim and they’ve always said Ryan Lochte is a complete douche.
A few of them met Michael phelps and an apparently he was a condescending a&hole.
Played blackjack with Michael Phelps who was a drunken sloppy mess and an a$shole. Also, Pete Rose, who was funny and awesome.
Phelps was at the Harrah’s casino in New Orleans during super bowl weekend and Rose was on a random Vegas trip at the Palms 6-7 years ago.
I went to an event with “Salem” from Sabrina the Teenage Witch as the special guest when I was like seven. It turns out, there were multiple Salem cat-actors. For some reason, this really devastated me. After that, I’d always try to point out the inaccuracies of the cats within a scene…
To make me feel better, my aunt got the producers of Wishbone to write and confirm that Wishbone was a single dog, actually named Soccer. This did make me feel better, and Wishbone is a universally better show.
I met one of the artists from ZZ Top at a super nice hotel in Louisville. Wasn’t a big deal to me but was to my cousin.
My cousin asked, “I’m sorry to bother you, but may I get an autograph? I’m a really big fan!”
The one Z replied “Sure thing, let me run up to my room really quickly and get the rest of the guys.”
We watched him go up to the room and waited for a little over an hour. My cousin cried.
F*ck that Z in particular.
I met Buzz Aldrin working on a promo for Axe Body Spray when they did that Apollo “Go Into Space” contest thing.
He was insanely nice… but listening to him talking to his assistants and the Axe people as well as the director of the promo between takes… he seemed a bit… disconnected from his words.
I have no idea what his schedule was like or what else he was going on but… being the main audio guy I had a clear feed of everything he was saying… and it all just sounded mildly confused.
Still, got to shake hands with a guy who’s been on the freakin moon so, you know, that was really freaking awesome!
We should say that our “heroes” are under no obligation to be fabulous to everyone they meet, but still – it can be disappointing.
Do you have a story to add? Share it with us in the comments!
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There’s no shortage of advice on how to improve or change your life. Some of it is better than others, of course, and some is straight bunk.
We think these 13 skills would be pretty useful to have, though, and not just today – for always.
Basic foundations of personal finance.
Ask your parents if there are any medical issues in your family (cancer, diabetes, heart problems, depression, etc).
This could save your life, but it is not something commonly talked about.
I’ve noticed that plenty of people find this simple concept counter-intuitive:
Doing somebody a favor is like earning money, not like spending money. You become richer by doing favors to people, not by getting them to do favors to you.
Money itself is just a formalized way of tracking who owes favors and who is owed favors.
How to bypass a lock.
It’s actually very easy to get through most locked doors. Any kind of card (license, credit card, whatever) can open a regular latch. If the door opens away from you just slide it in between the door jam and door handle. The card will slide in between the mechanism and open it. If the door opens towards you it doesn’t always work but you can slide the card in and down at an angle to get behind the latch and open it that way.
Most pad locks take less than 10 seconds to get into as well but I don’t know how to describe the technique with words
When considering a different path, always ask:
(1) “At what cost?”
(2) *Compared to what?”
(3) ” What is the real evidence?”
If something or someone is sketchy, roll out!
Will save your life for years to come…
How to correctly brush your teeth.
CPR you might save someone’s life with it.
Push hard, push fast
Ribs WILL break if you’re doing it properly on an adult (it is the most bizarre creepy thing). Kids are very bendy and you may not get that sensation if you need to do CPR on them)
If you need to do CPR, the person you are doing it to is dead. You can’t make them more dead. You might be able to bring them back to life if you try. Do not feel bad if you can’t. If you fail, you didn’t kill them. They were already dead.
If you don’t have a one way valve to administer rescue breaths, STILL GIVE CHEST COMPRESSIONS. Chest compressions alone are better than nothing- you’re still pumping oxygen to the areas that need it and it will suffice until EMS/help arrives.
Giving CPR is stressful as hell. If you need to do CPR, it’s likely going to be on someone you know. Sometimes gallows humour is necessary for your brain not to freak out. Chest compressions to “Another One Bites The Dust” is the right rhythm and might get you smirking long enough to make you smirk/laugh (to yourself!) to take your mind off of what’s actually happening.
Even if a cardiac arrest happens IN hospital, their odds of survival are only about 10%- so much less so if it’s outside a hospital. I say this not to make you think “why bother” but so you know that if you are unable to resuscitate the person, it’s OK and was nothing you did wrong- by even trying CPR, you gave them their best chance at life.
Don’t answer the questions of a law enforcement officer without a lawyer present.
Your self is the only person who is guaranteed to be with you 24/7, and you can’t get rid of it.
Treat your self nicely.
How to talk to strangers in mundane interactions.
“Hello” “Beautiful day” “Thank you very much” “My pleasure” “Enjoy your day” “I appreciate that” “Great shoes!”
FYI It is always sage to complement a woman or mans shoes.
It’s non-sexual and show an appreciation of their fashion choice.
If it comes apart in the middle, take care that the zipped part remains zipped, and slowly but firmly move the head back down over the fault. If the split is uneven (i.e. one side between the fault and the head is longer than the other), hold the zipper at the fault and try to pull the longer side upwards through the head to make it even (all this before trying to move the head down over the fault). Unless the zipper is physically damaged, this should allow you to normally zip it back up.
If it comes completely apart where it shouldn’t (like e,g. on pants), work both sides into the head in parallel, zip it up and sew or otherwise fix the bottom to prevent it happening again.
If it’s not running smoothly and tends to get stuck, rub it with soap.
It probably won’t take that little time, but you can learn to manually mentally release the muscles in your head that cause tension headaches.
Good luck figuring it out because finding the method is hard due to the fact that you have to make an effort to stop the muscles’ efforts; so you have to apply a sense of letting go like a clenched fist relaxing to the muscles.
When you start to get it, there is a feeling of relief, and like the back top of your throat behind where your tongue can touch relaxes and lowers a bit.
It helps a lot, once you can notice and let got of those headaches, and it helps with fever headaches, but you have to constantly maintain focus to keep them relaxed so the pain from the heightened blood pressure(due to inflammation) is cut in half.
I need to start learning how to do some of these things; I’m not getting any younger!
Which of these do you think is first on your list? Tell us in the comments!
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Life can be a game of inches…
Sometimes that can be taken literally, and other times figuratively.
But the fact is that we’ve all dodged a bullet or two in our lives. And, based on the company you keep, you might have even been in WAY more stickier situations than most folks out there.
As my Dad used to say, “nothing good happens after midnight.” It turns out he was pretty much right about that.
What’s the biggest bullet you’ve ever dodged?
Let’s see what AskReddit users had to say about this.
“I found a carbon monoxide detector in our garage, brand new, unopened one day.
I thought, this isn’t doing us any good here, so I took it to the basement and hooked it up.
2 days later it went off as our furnace got clogged with something and our basement filled up with fumes. We evacuated and the fire department came and blew out the house with some big fans.
Then some guy came on an emergency service call and fixed our furnace.
My wife, 3 kids, dog, and I may have all died if I hadn’t hooked that thing up.”
“My dad had died recently, I realized my crush didn’t have the slightest sympathy for me, and my academic performance was crumbling.
One day after an exam I broke in tears and some dude from my department (Computer Science) approached and comforted me. He invited me to some amazing help group that was “changing his life”. The only downside is that it was expensive as f*ck, “but it’s totally worth it”. I had some savings and took some days to decide if I enter.
Before I could give an answer, I got H1N1 (yep, that was in 2009) and fell in bed for two weeks, then I got varicella and fell another two weeks. By then the group thing had faded and I lost contact with the dude.
I found out later that the d*mn group was a cult-like LGAT scam. Everyone who entered (a big chunk of the CS department) wasted lots of money and f*cked up their lives at different levels. Many took long time to recover, some of them are still nuts.
Of course the most damaged were the emotionally weakened… just like me at that point. Big bullet dodged.”
“I was in my teens, riding as a passenger in my grandmother’s car.
I heard a little high pitched scraping noise on the car roof briefly. Looked out behind us and there’s a tree about a meter and a half wide down on the road behind us.
The scrape was the tips of the outer branches making contact before the trunk didn’t quite kill us.”
“A couple of years ago I went camping with my parents.
My dad was setting up the camper on blocks while it was still attached to the back hitch. I was talking with my dad while he was removing the hitch and casually had my hand on the edge of the truck bed.
I moved my hand to gesture something, and about 2 seconds later the camper fell off the blocks and fell onto the truck bed.”
“Approaching an intersection late at night on my motorcycle.
Didn’t see the massive patch of sand that had somehow been spread out across the road. Went to brake, rear wheel locked and I slid into the intersection. Came to a stop in the middle of the first lane.
Saw something big and white out of the corner of my vision. Was a truck. Gassed it just a bit to get out of the way, and the bike was clipped a couple inches behind my body, hard enough for the muffler to be pushed up against the chain.
Impact threw me over the handlebars. Time slowed down while I was in the air and I remember thinking “it’s taking a really long time to hit the ground.”
Flew completely over two lanes of traffic and landed on my hands and feet in the middle of the intersection with cars traveling in opposite directions on either side of me.
Stood up. No sliding, not a scratch on me. Helmet never touched the ground.”
“Used to flirt with this guy at work. He was a single dad, I’m a single mom (though his kids are much older).
He was always asking about my kids and once, I ran into him at Target when they were with me and he was super nice to both of them. My daughter even asked me why I didn’t date him when he was so nice and he seemed like he liked me.
When I saw him at work the next day, he asked me to come hang out with him sometime soon. I didn’t give him a solid yes because I really don’t think dating someone you work with is a good idea, but he was winning me over.
A few months after that I go into work and he’s suddenly being escorted from the building by security. Turns out he was rooted out in an FBI sting for soliciting underage girls in chat rooms – he even used his work computer for a lot of his activity.
He was sending videos of himself rubbing one out to girls as young as eleven (or so he thought). My daughter was close to that age. He was convicted on fivr or six counts (I forget) and all I can think about is my obviously horrible taste in men.”
“4th grade I rode my bike home everyday.
This day I decided I was gonna wait outside to ask a girl out. It took 5 min. As I got home I saw 3 dudes hauling *ss out of my house into a white van.
Our house was robbed. Of I had gotten home earlier they may have robbed my house as I was eating my daily bowl of frosted flakes.”
“I was 27, too old, really, for the college bar I was in.
But it was walking distance to my apartment. And it was Thursday might and the well drinks were four hot bucks. So I ordered a cheap shi*ty well drink and then went to go smoke a cigarette outside.
Everybody says that getting Roofied isn’t a thing. That it’s women who can’t handle their liquor. Bullsh*t. I came back in, finished that one watered-down ladies’- night drink…and suddenly I couldn’t stand up. My legs were just useless.
My roommate at the time saw two guys trying to haul me out of the bar. (I vaguely remember this.) She screamed at the bouncer not to let them take me, then fireman-carried my *ss a mile home and put me to bed. Terri, you da real MVP.”
“A lightning strike.
I was 16ish and my mom was naaaaagging me to take the dinner scraps out to the backyard to toss in the compost bin. I asked if it could wait till the next day, a storm was rolling in and I really didn’t feel like getting caught in it.
I argued (read: I whined) with her for only a few moments when we heard a huge BOOM and felt the house shake. The house illuminated in that moment, a huge flash of light and sound, silencing us. We gingerly open the sliding glass door and look in the backyard.
Lightning struck the house/ground right by the house. Right where I would have been standing if I was dumping scraps in the compost bin.
The ground was scorched, and all I did was triumphantly announce “SEE? PROCRASTINATION SAVES THE DAY”.”
“I once woke up in a house that was on fire.
We were all up until about 4 am drinking. The fire started in a wall around 6 am, so everybody was totally passed out.
By the time a random passerby kicked the door in and woke us up, the smoke was so thick I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face.
We all nearly died, so I’d say that qualifies as dodging a bullet.”
“Was supposed to be at meeting in the World Trade Center on Sept 11, 2001.
Decided on the weekend to travel home and cancelled the meetings.
If I hadn’t I would have been right there when the planes hit.”
“Me, at 16, started dating a girl who would go on to be my long term high school gf. She was about 1 year younger.
We were toxic, but I thought she was hot and we took each others virginity. At the time we started dating, she was about 5’2″, maybe 90 lbs soaking wet. Fast forward to when I was 17, getting ready to leave for the service in a couple months.
GF turns up pregnant, had stopped taking birth control because she wanted my baby. Literally was going to marry her because her father threatened me. She miscarried the baby about 2 months into it.
Called off the wedding and wound up leaving for the service. I broke it off with her 6 weeks later. She is now about 350 lbs and has 5 kids (with 3 different dads).
Major sigh of relief.”
“I was 8 and when i went to stay with my dad on the weekend visits, i would sleep in his camper.
The door was broken and you had to stick a knife in it and pry it open. Being only 8 I wasn’t strong enough to open it by myself no matter how hard I tried. and had to get my dad to do it.
One weekend I stayed with my dad and went to a family members party. Being Mexicans, the party went on thru the night. About midnight or so he came and asked me if I was ready to go home. He said he would drop me off so I could get some sleep but i was having a good time and opted to stay.
A couple hours later he came and got me and we headed home to see the camper fully engulfed in flames. My grandma was outside and had burns all over her hands and forearms and a big one on her scalp from trying to get inside.
She was sure I was still in there and was sobbing hysterically when we pulled up.”
Okay, now it’s your turn.
What are some of the scariest bullets that you’ve ever dodged?
Tell us your stories in the comments!
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Some people spend their whole young adulthood lives buttoned up and locked down – no dating, no parties, no drinking, no fooling around, nothing.
That usually doesn’t last forever, though, because life has plenty of ways of reminding us that it’s too short to not really live at all – and these 14 people have some pretty great (or at least memorable) moments when they finally had that realization themselves.
I come from a strict asian family that emphasized education above all else. Even before my sister I were born, they already started planning financially for our higher education and choosing the schools we would go to. They spared no expense for our education.
I am blessed that they are very supportive and responsible but this also brought immense pressure to me and my sister. We always needed to be top of the class or else face their disappointment. We both got into the best high school and university of the country, but unlike my sister, I snapped in university.
Due to pressure to do well in school, I got depressed and suicidal. I would get drunk all the time and skip class. Ultimately, I dropped out of university. It was the hardest thing to tell them that I would not be going back to school anymore. I thought they would cast me out of the family due to shame and disappointment. I never thought they would welcome me back with understanding and open arms, but they did. I stayed at home for 1 year and did nothing. They allowed me to heal.
Finally, I went back to school by my own accord and finished university. They encouraged me to go to law school and here I am. Suicidal drop-out to being a student in the one of the best law schools in the country. I just very thankful for their support.
I don’t know if I’d say I was a goody two shoes, but I definitely was always taught to be polite and not make waves, and it took me a long time to learn how to stand up for myself.
My turning point was at the airport – it was my first time flying alone with my infant daughter, and we were heading to a funeral so I wasn’t in a great place to begin with.I was lined up waiting for a self-check in machine, and was next in line. Some asshole older white dude decided that the one line for 6 machines didn’t work for him, and he was going to start a line behind the machine he wanted. Meaning he attempted to just jump in front of me.
Normally I would have just rolled my eyes and huffed and dealt with it. But not this time. I’m real soft spoken, but I got LOUD. “Excuse me! There’s a line. I was next.” Now everybody is looking. He starts muttering and then calls me rude. “Yeah, it is rude to cut off a mother with a BABY.” He was still muttering but he retreated to the back of the line.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up as a doormat, so she needs to see me modeling strength and boundaries.
I was suffering abuse.
I couldn’t take it anymore and decided to put myself first instead of pleasing the people around me.
My friends were just joking around and I knew they were but I couldn’t help but finally snap at their silly remarks towards me. I yelled, went silent and just wanted to be alone for a minute. When I checked my phone they had been trying to contact me to see if I was alright.
They said they felt awful, understood why I was angry and apologized. I felt bad that I snapped but they said it was fine and that we all have a breaking point.
All throughout high school, I was the perfect student. Good grades, played sports, played cello, cared alot about what everyone thought of me, so I tried really hard to be ‘perfect’. I was planning on going to the university my parents and everyone expected me to go to.
The summer after high school I began getting really depressed, and wasn’t sure what I really wanted out of life. That fall I decided not to go to university, but moved to a ski resort instead. Best decision of my life. 5 years later, I have lived in 3 different countries and have a better understanding of what I want out of life.
I am planning on going back to school for the subject I want. I also stopped caring what people thought of me a long time ago!
Honestly it made me more human and more accepting of myself.
We’re not perfect, we make mistakes, and that’s perfectly okay.
We don’t have to prescribe to labels that people put on us, or even labels that we put on ourself. We’re allowed to change and grow.
Tired of being the “cool” girlfriend, the one who doesn’t demand anyone’s time. I cooked, cleaned and did laundry. This was forced into me since childhood being the oldest female child. When I got into a relationship I assumed a mom role.
When I stood up for myself and held conversations with my ex about needing more than s*x from him, he promised he would change. He never changed and after a while he said well if I had a problem with him, that’s just something about myself that I have to deal with.
I became fed up with it and broke it off and he never contacted me again thank god. I’m single now, take care only of my needs and you can be da*n sure I expect other people to handle their sh*t like I handle mine. I don’t know if I snapped at all, I just told him to get lost and I moved on.
I snapped at work after five years, left work in the middle of the day and went straight to the doctor.
He gave me sick leave for three weeks, I had a total break down.
The aftermath?
I used those weeks to find a new job. It’s hard and I’m not doing as well as I wished, still afraid I will break down again at any time.
Shi**y mental health!
I have not been getting the promotion at work that I have been promised so many times, and I have been there the longest from all the people i worked with.
I snapped and am handing in my resignation letter next month…
I was always perceived as a goody-goody at my jobs, though it wasn’t actually the case with me. I partied almost every week through college, went to concerts every month with friends, drank heavily. I’ve never been a pot smoker, but only because I tried it a few times and didn’t like it.
But I also have always been a believer that it’s inappropriate to talk about your personal life at work. It’s not my coworkers’ business how drunk I got Saturday night or how many people I’ve slept with, so if someone asks me about plans or what I did last week, I tend to “grey rock” and skip over any discussion of anything unusual. This lead to all my coworkers thinking my weekends are nothing but Netflix and books.
The thing that started to bother me, though, was that my coworkers were all hanging out outside of work, and even though they talked about going drinking together and sh*t, none of them ever bothered to invite me. That stung. I liked my coworkers and wanted to be friends, wanted to be included, I just didn’t want to discuss s*x and parties at work.
Finally one day I got rude. My manager mentioned going drinking with some of the other workers, and I straight up asked why I was never invited. He replied that none of them thought I drank or partied, so I corrected the record, and he happily invited me to the next get-together.
The night out was fun, and I definitely got to know my coworkers better. That was great. Unfortunately, getting to know them better also resulted in two of the guys – one of them my manager – repeatedly hitting on me and hassling me through text for a hookup. The manager in question even had a girlfriend at the time who regularly popped by work to bring him stuff.
I was relieved when I left that job a month later, and I went back to letting people think I’m a stick in the mud.
I graduated a year early in the top of my class. Never drank or did drugs, never even had a boyfriend.
Then I snapped.
I moved out at 17 and became a homeless bulimic drug addict living with three men.
My bender ended with a suicide attempt and subsequent psych ward stay.
My husband cheated on me and we got divorced. Up until that point, I had tried to do everything to be perfect, look good to others, and please my ulta-Christian family. I was very judgmental of others during that time. I was judgmental of myself too, it was all around a bit unhealthy.
When my husband cheated and I filed for divorce I, for the first time, had to deal with public shame/gossip, the feeling of letting my family down, and the stigma of being in my early 20’s and a divorcee. I learned a lot and I’d say it all made me a much better person.
I’m very uplifting of other women, I don’t judge people so much anymore, and I’m way more laid back. And I don’t worry about living my life to please others anymore (well, I still worry a little, it’s always a work in progress). It took a hardship to knock me down a peg and teach me grace.
LOL I was very prim in high school, ran track and played field hockey, played violin and piano, was on every committee, volunteered, all honors / AP classes with good grades, long-term BF (voted class couple), a ton of friends, etc. BUT I was not happy in the small town and always wanted to move to a nearby big city.
I moved and went HAM. got my tongue pierced, drank a ton, had a BLAST. Then my parents cut me off, I moved into a horrible studio, worked full-time (at 17) and dropped out of college, only to resume at a community college at night. Even did a stint as a stripper lol
Finagled my way into the finance industry, graduated from a good school, work at a prestigious firm now, travelled by myself to 40+ countries, had a TON of experiences that I wouldn’t have had if I took the path everyone expected me to (college, grad school or med school). I’m now very easy going, still really organized and productive, but more focused on my own happiness than what others think of me. But my relationship with my parents never recovered, we’re still strained 10 years later.
I think it’s all about finding that you’re carrying more than you should. Like I hand made a canoe to get me through high school / childhood, and it was beautiful. But once I crossed the lake I didn’t need it anymore and it just weighted me down. So I let it go.
I always had an odd relationship with my parents for various reasons when growing up and always did the things I thought I should do rather than the things I wanted to do. I was the perfect, hard working, diligent student but quiet and socially awkward. Silently judgmental of others but really hard on myself. I was bullied at school and that lead to me just trying to melt into the background and not get noticed.
When I went to uni I met my ex. He was someone I never in a million years thought would be attracted to me. We were together for nearly 10 years and I spent the whole time trying to be whatever it was I thought he wanted. As a result I never really knew myself or what I wanted out of life. He left me one day (literally moved to another continent over night). It was pretty traumatizing at the time. I was also being treated badly (I thought it was me being not good enough – it wasn’t) at work and that came to a head too not long after my ex left me.
Losing my ex and then my job was what did it for me. I actually thought about what I wanted out of life. I started dating, took up a couple of new hobbies and gained loads of confidence. I decided that I was in the wrong career and got my masters degree in mental health, something I would have written off as impossible previously. To pay for my masters I had to do temp work in my previous field and found that I actually really like it and I’m quite good at it too when I’m not being told I’m rubbish all the time.
I am now engaged to a really supportive, caring man. I have a job that I love and have got better at as my confidence has grown. My current partner sees me as really confident and quite outgoing, and my colleagues respect me for my work. I’m even looking for opportunities to take on more responsibility in my job. I recently ended up paired with someone for a particular project I haven’t worked with before and when I turned up she was really relieved to see me and said she was glad she was put with someone good. A small thing but made me look back at how things had been in my previous job.
I don’t know if this really counts as snapping as such. It certainly wasn’t instant but the difference is massive. I even have a much better relationship with my parents. I disagree with them where they can hear me and everything! Lol
I can definitely relate to some of these, how about you?
If you’re a former goody-two-shoes, tell us your own story in the comments!
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There are a million pro-tips and hacks and piece of advice on the internet, and if I had to guess, I’d say very few of them would remain evergreen for the rest of our lives.
These 15 lessons, though, probably will – and some of them just might save your life, too.
How to properly stretch your hands and forearms.
Stretch arms straight out forward, point fingers up, then without moving arms ball a fist downward.
Repeat as fast as possible.. taught indirectly from Bruce Lee.
If you ever fall through the ice and are trapped underwater, aim for a dark spot. A hole in the ice will look dark.
And if someone tries to abduct you fight like hell even if they have weapon. Your situation will not improve if they get you to a more private location.
I mean, they’re skills and not really wisdom but…
Warning signs of a stroke
How to use a fire extinguisher
Rolling your clothes after folding gives you more room in a drawer/suitcase. It’s life changing.
Righty tighty, lefty loosey
How to change a tire, check your oil and jump a car
Also changing headlights without using your fingers because the oils will damage the bulbs
How to start a campfire and put it out
The Heimlich maneuver
How to tie a knot more than one way
How to sew a basic stitch
The basics of emergency first aid
How to spot a rip tide and how to escape
How to shut off and turn on a circuit breaker and where they’re located
What to do in an earthquake, tornado, tsunami and hurricane.
One of the best lessons I learned from a movie, specifically Miss Congeniality, was SING (and that movie came out in 2000, to illustrate how well I remember that hahahhahaha *cries at the loss of time*).
Solar plexus, Instep, Nose, Groin.
I also took a few self defense classes with a krav maga teacher, and they taught to aim for anything you can get, and do whatever you can.
Poke their eyes, pull their hair, grab at their throat, stick your fingers in their ears/nose/mouth and scratch them, bend back their wrists, stomp on their feet, scratch them with your nails, jab them with your car keys…essentially, whatever you can do and get at, do it and do it repeatedly. While doing this, scream FIRE, and make as much noise and commotion as you possibly can.
Also, if someone tries to take your purse/phone/wallet, don’t chase them down. Let it go, because your life isn’t worth whatever was in there.
If you’re somewhere quiet and your stomach is growling loudly DON’T tense up your tummy muscles.
Push your stomach out instead and it will make the growl quieter.
How to spot someone choking and how to help them.
Takes 10 minutes to learn and could save a life.
If you yourself are choking, a lot of people have heard the use a chair to heimlich yourself trick.
To me the better and easier method is to get into a position on the ground face down arms up like your going to do a push-up.
Then drop yourself to the ground to force pressure through the diaphragm.
How to spot someone legit drowning. It looks nothing like the movies. Head will be barely above water, with mouth bobbing slightly in and out of the water, opening and closing like a fish would.
Probably won’t see their hands (because they’ll be moving wildly underwater), they won’t be making much sound, if at all, they’ll have glassy eyes with a faraway stare.
All this adds up to a very non-Hollywood look that we’re all used to. This person looks “calm” in the water because their amygdala has taken over and they are on auto-pilot to simply stay alive. This is one of the reasons why they don’t speak…speech isn’t important at this point, so their brain shuts it down.
This is also why it’s extremely dangerous to personally engage a drowning person. They will drown you to save themselves and probably have no recollection of doing it. Always use a long pole, rope, flotation device, or something else onto which they can grab.
If you think everyone hates you, you need to sleep.
If you think you hate everyone, you need to eat.
Grasp the idea that everyone you meet knows something you do not.
How to tie a slip knot.
The slip knot is a “stopper knot” which is easily undone by pulling the tail.
Percentage is interchangeable.
8% of 25 is hard to do in your head but 25% of 8 is easy, and they both equal the same. works every time.
Nurse here.
Sadly many ppl who are choking get embarrassed and go away from ppl. I have actually seen this happen.
They get calmly up from the table and walk away, thinking they can cough it out or something.
So remember, if you are choking don’t leave because of embarrassment, it could cost you your life.
The phrase:
“It probably isn’t about you”
Applies to Most everything.
Your washing machine has several filters that need to be cleaned regularly
You ac unit is the same, not only do the dust filters but the inside underneath the plastic body has several spots.that need cleaning.
I’m definitely putting some of these in my back pocket!
If you were going to add something to the list, what would it be? Tell us in the comments!
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