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Things That Are Far More Painful Than You Probably Think

One thing I’ve learned since being married to a man is that everyone’s pain tolerance scale is relative. It must be really hard to be a nurse and to figure out if someone is over or under-shooting on their pain unless you know them.

Me, for example? Yes, I wanted an epidural for childbirth and an IV of morphine when I passed kidney stones, but other than that, you have to force pain meds down my throat.

My husband had to spend THREE DAYS in the hospital following his hemorrhoid surgery because he was in pain. The nurses were rolling their eyes so hard I’m surprised they all didn’t end up on the floor, but listen – that’s his pain tolerance. Zilch.

While this means there might be wiggle room on some things, we think that these 15 things are, across the board, far more painful than most people think.

15. I’ve had a headache make me cry.

migraines

14. Having experienced horrible back pain just a couple of times, I can’t even imagine.

Spine injuries and back pain from it are no joke. I have eight herniated discs. When one of those strikes a nerve, literally, it will bring you to your knees.

13. You feel like a total wuss when it’s “just your finger” but yeah, it can be bad.

Finger injuries.

They seem so small and inconsequential compared to other types of injuries and pain, but I once managed to shut (and LOCK) my finger in a car door and discovered a whole new meaning for pain.

I’d always wondered why animals thrash themselves into greater injury when caught in a trap, and boy did I find out. There was no capacity for thought, only blind panic and me flailing wildly like a fish on a line.

I’ve had serious injuries before and since, had major abdominal surgery with a lengthy recovery time, developed repetitive motion injuries, etc, but nothing compares to that, even though it makes me feel like a weenie to say.

12. It hurts to breathe, but you can’t quit.

Breaking a rib. People see it all of the time on TV and think “I can survive that.” Plot twist, you can’t move for a while and when you do it hurts more than you can imagine.

11. Getting one as an adult really makes you sympathize with your kid.

Ear infections. It hurts to move your jaw at all and feels all stuffed up, but you can’t blow it like your nose. Stuff constantly coming out if it. Hurts and the only thing that helps even a little is having a hot compress on it, but the second you take it off it gets worse again. Not fun.

10. Can confirm that kidney stones are in no way a joke (and I hear they’re worse for men).

When I was 19, I was in a car accident. A lifted F-250 (big truck) hit our S-10 (little truck) in my side at 65mph. The frame buckled, which broke the seatbelt, and I went through the window. I bounced off the hood of his truck and rolled down am embankment. I broke basically every bone on the right side of my body, needed physical therapy for years, got a medical discharge from the Naval Academy, had three surgeries on my shoulder and two for plastic surgery to remove glass from my face. After six months my deflated punctured lung was back up to 80% capacity. I get my jackets tailored to have the right arm shorter than the left because of a bone graft.

I would do it all over again to never have another kidney stone.

9. I honestly never want to find out.

Not pooping. Constipation is no joke. I once went about a month without pooping and it was the worst time of my life. It took multiple enemas to get everything going again. Even just a couple days of not farting can hurt like hell.

8. Tooth pain is unholy.

Infected tooth – holy moly

7. I drink SO MUCH WATER in the hopes I will avoid another.

Kidney stones. I have a high threshold for pain, but my third stone was a doozy. First time I’ve puked/passed out from pain. Now I drink lemon water all day for fear of number four.

6. Every parent of a toddler knows this already.

This may sound weird, but being punched, especially in the nose. In movies, people will get punched really hard and just shake it off, but getting punched, even by someone weaker than you, can seriously hurt.

5. I have seen my husband writhing.

IBS anal fissures hemorrhoids

People joke about something burn more in the out than on the at in. But it can truly be horrific. On the ground crying fetal position kinda pain

4. I once spent two straight days on my back or crawling around.

Sciatica

I don’t get it any more, but dear God when I did (for a couple of years from herniated disc) it was agonising. Pain with no purpose (just a squeezed nerve) and painkillers don’t touch it.

3. Way too many people can sympathize with this one these days.

Getting tear gassed. Like it’s not a joke. We had a drill in the army to test if our gas masks worked right and mine didn’t.

2. This is some A+ storytelling.

When I was 27 my left ovary exploded in the middle of sex. One moment things are going fine and the next I’m screaming at my (then) boyfriend, “Get off!! Get off!! get off me!!!” Poor guy.

I wound up lying naked on the bathroom floor in the fetal position doing labor breathing exercises to try to will my way through the pain for about two hours until the immediate pain subsided. That was on Saturday.

Still didn’t feel right the next day and went to the ER and was misdiagnosed with possible appendicitis and sent home. Went to my GP the next day and they referred me to a Gynecologist. The Gyno referred me to get an ultrasound who then finally diagnosed me with a ruptured ovarian cyst the size of a grapefruit. So that was three gynecological exams I endured in three days (the one in the ER had med student come in for a gander while I was in the stirrups) before getting any answers. I was getting ready to sell tickets to my cooter.

And to top it all off, this happened about a month after my 29 year old brother had died of testicular cancer so I was of course convinced I had some form of cancer as well and was currently dying. My mother who accompanied me to every doctor visit was of course terrified of losing her only remaining child as well.

In the end I was told there was nothing to do about the ruptured cyst but let the massive pool of blood sitting in my abdomen reabsorb at its own pace and that I might still feel the after effects for months, which of course sucked, but the relief of knowing it wasn’t cancer almost made the pain worth it.

It was about six months before the aching and cramping left and I could sit and stand fully upright

0/10. Do not recommend.

1. More doctors need to understand this, too.

Endometriosis. Doctor thought my flare up was a possible appendicitis or an I didnt know I was pregnant. Trying to pee on sticks in agony is not fun.

Everything between throat and knee caps was bringing me pain. You cant stand, sit or lie. You just writhe.

Do you want to argue any of these? Have something to add?

Let’s continue the discussion in the comments!

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Customer Service Reps Share a Moment When They Thought “Is This B*tch Crazy?!”

Working in customer service is not fun a lot of the time. It takes a serious amount of mental energy to look other humans in the face and smile, day in and day out, no matter how they treat you in response.

You meet some very lovely people. You also meet way too many people who are entitled, angry, stupid, prejudiced, or some combination of all three.

These 17 people surely have had more than one moment when they’ve wondered if a customer might be crazy, but here are the instances that most stick out in their minds.

17. When you just can’t take it for one more minute.

When I walked into the apartment I shared with a friend, and it was covered in vomit because her dog ate a pillow and had puked it up.

Two days earlier.

The living room was covered in dog puke and she had just sat there in the middle of it. She thought it was funny.

I called a moving company on the spot and arranged for the first appointment they had, and put my stuff in storage while I found a new place.

That was my last roommate.

16. I wonder how many times they had to say it before she went away.

A customer came to pay for some lessons and I swiped her card upside down so I had to swipe it again. She caused a scene stating I charged her twice. I just sat there with a monotone “I only charged you once” every time she took a second to breath

15. Some people just aren’t worth the time.

I work in a somewhat popular restaurant, fast causal style (think chipotle, panda express, panera) and it was my first shift as a line cook by myself. I had already worked in the kitchen and can do every position there, but it was my first time doing it by myself. Well it was a busy night for us, and we were short staffed. By the time we had slowed down, I had been exhausted and hot as hell. I had been standing over 8 burners for about an hour and was taking my lunch. I sat in the office and the AC was blasting and it was well needed. My coworker who was cashiering that day, and she took her lunch 15 minutes after mine started. She saw me in the office and demanded I get out of “her spot”, told me being a cashier is harder than a line cook because she has to deal with the public. when i told her i wasn’t moving she told me to fuck off and was a bitch the rest of the night. It took about everything in me not to slap her, but instead i told my coworkers who told the MOD, and soon after she was fired for stealing.

14. This lady called THE COPS.

While working the front desk of a hotel one day, a woman handed me her debit card for payment. With our software, we insert the card and it takes a minute to process in the reader and load the number properly into the software. As I’m waiting for the reader to get finished with the process, I start making her (classic magnetic strip style) key cards for her room.

I hand her card back, along with two key cards and she just screeches, “WHAT DID YOU JUST DO!!???”.

Baffled and confused, I just said: “Uh….pardon?”

To which just just repeatedly yelled “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO!!!??”

“Uh..I’m just giving you the keys to your room Ma’am. All I need is a signature and you’re all good to go”.

She then called 911. Not even the non-emergency number, 911.

I had no idea what the hell was going on.

I tried to ask her what she was doing and she just said “I’m not saying another word to you until the police get here!! I KNOW MY RIGHTS!”

ok…..?

She then went outside the lobby and waited for the police to arrive.

She some minutes later comes back in with an officer, points to me and says “THAT’S HER! SHE’S THE ONE!” (I was the only person working…).

Long story short, it comes to light that she thought me making her key cards for her was me swiping her debit card multiple times and charging her “thousand of dollars”.

The officer comes behind the desk. Asks me to repeat the process I did with the key card reader and asks her if that was the noise that she heard.

She yells “YES!! YOU SEE!”.

He then tells her that that was the sound of the key card maker and not the me swiping her debit card.

She just stood there staring for a second before getting red in the face, grabbing her belongings, leaving the keys and unsigned folio for the room with me, and stormed out while yelling “I DON’T HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS BULLSHIT!!!”

She then called a few hours later about the single approval hold for the room that was put on her card….accusing me of trying to “steal from her again”……

13. The stories I could tell about people returning their food.

A customer once sent back her steak tartare because it was, and I quote, “severely undercooked”.

12. Some people really are just living right on the edge.

People are nuts.

I worked in a restaurant about a decade ago that had a lovely patio. Middle aged man orders lunch, no problems, he pays with a credit card. I place the little payment booklet thing (I have no idea what the proper name is) on the table, and as he opens the booklet the wind blows his receipt out of the booklet. He immediately starts freaking out because “all of his credit card information is on there”, so I explained that no only the last four digits are on there.

He demands to speak to the manager, which that was still me I just also waited on tables, and it ended with him screaming that I am stealing his identity, that he would be calling the cops, and that he knew the owner (spoiler alert, none of those things happened).

Shrugged it off and went back to work.

11. That’s…what horns are for.

I’ve been going to my local high schools running track to jog and exercise since lockdown. Well to park your car you have to go through a drive way that’s designated with arrows as one way (there’s an exit on the other side of the parking lot). Anyway the soccer moms in town are notorious for parking their cars in this drive way and making it hard to get into the actual parking lot. As I pull into the drive way one of these women thinks that it’s a brilliant idea to put her car into reverse as I’m entering. I couldn’t swerve out of the way because there was an SUV parked right at the mouth of the entrance taking up half the available space.

So I reacted and honked my horn. She proceeded to panic, throw the car into drive and run it into a small boulder that lines this drive way. It ripped the passenger side air deflector clean off.

According to her I’m now “a fucking asshole” that honks her horn for no reason.

10. Man people do NOT have the right to put their hands on employees.

I worked at arcade/bowling alley combo that served food like a full restaurant. My position had me deliver the food and take the dirty dishes to the back. So, there’s a group of like 6 people bowling and they ordered our sampler platter that had a little of everything from the appetizers menu; I bring this platter out and set it down asking if there was anything else they needed. Without really looking this woman says “We’re good.” I begin to turn around and this woman grabs my arm and yanks me towards her like I was her kid and says “Where the fuck are my chicken wings.” In disbelief of what was happening I paused looking at her then the platter eventually saying “They’re right there ma’am” in this little basket on the platter. She lets go and with a skeptical expression says “Hmm, ok” as if she really didn’t believe the wings were there. If I didn’t hate working there and my shift was any farther from being over in 10 minutes I would’ve spoken to a manager, but I didn’t care enough to stay to get it sorted and just wanted to leave.

9. Some people can NOT read the room.

Had a new boy in the office who had no idea of what personal hygiene consists of. Not a great start. He was loud and obnoxious, not even good at his job. Then one day, at the smoking shelter, he starts talking about catching rabbits in traps. He’s pointing to the fields around the building and saying he’s going to ask for permission to put traps out there.

We laughed. For all the shit he talked, not one of us took him seriously.

When we go back inside he heads straight to the cubicle of our office manager. This cubicle is adorned with pictures of rabbits. Some are her pets, some are just rabbits she thinks are cute. She has statues, rabbit pens and pencils; nobody in their right mind would have asked this woman in this cubicle about going trapping rabbits.

He did.

I was surprised he made it to the end of the day. I was not surprised when he didn’t return the day after.

8. Yeah, that’s not how this works, lady.

A woman claimed to have left her money at home while I was working one day after she ordered two sandwiches.

They take about ten minutes to cook. I said that’s ok, when you come back they will be ready. She said she wanted the sandwiches first and that she’d be right back after she and her daughter ate because they lived right around the corner. I said if you live right around the corner you’ll be back before the sandwiches are done, but I can’t give you food before you pay.

She lost her shit on me. It was wild she left with no food and didn’t come back

7. This is definitely a fighting reason.

A couple sat down at the movie theater 15 minutes into the movie. The lady sits right beside me and is holding a full conversation at full volume with the man barely acknowledging her.

I politely ask her to lower her voice as it is distracting. She stares forward for 2 minutes before leaning over: “Maybe if you weren’t listening to my conversation, you wouldn’t be distracted.”

I was too livid to even respond and the movie was ruined.

6. Talk about a little man’s complex.

20 years ago, girl tried to fight me in a bar. All I did was look at her funny. (Unintentionally. I was going to the bar for a round of drinks and forgot the order, happened to be looking at her when I was lost in thought). Anyway, she challenged me outside. I couldn’t believe it. I’m 6’1 220 and she was small.

Anyway the bouncer heard her and kicked her out. She was still in the sidewalk an hour later when we left. Followed me to my car pushing me and punching my back.

It was surreal.

5. How is this a semi-adult person?

There was a girl in my class who was such an idiot, and she would outwardly disrespect the professor all the time.

This one time while the professor was talking she started to whistle.

He like stopped class in disbelief and asked her why she was doing it and why she was being disruptive and she said it’s a thing she does without even thinking, and then whistled again and was like “See?!”

4. THAT is definitely not magical. Lol.

Used to work at Disney World, its 9am and a lady comes into our Guest Services demanding a refund on her Turkey leg because it taste weird.

We ask her details to process the refund, turns out she bought it 3 days ago and was carrying it in her bag since…

3. What planet does HE live on?

When I was a professor, I had someone leave a midterm to go fuck their girlfriend.

He raised his hand about 2 minutes into the exam, said he needed to let his gf into his dorm room, could he leave. It was a series of essays, not a lot you could blatantly cheat on, so I told him “you are an adult, you can do whatever you want, but you only have 75 minutes to take this exam, so use your time wisely”. Guy left. Comes back 5 minutes before the end of class. High fives a friend. Scribbles something. Hands it in.

He failed it. I mean, he didn’t answer most of the questions. When I handed it back he was SHOCKED. He interrupted my lecture to argue with me, telling me I said he could leave. Yeah, you can leave, but that doesn’t mean you automatically pass a test. Then he cried. Like loud, head on the table sobs.

He dropped my class and called me a c*nt. I don’t like people.

2. Yeah wtf is happening is the only response.

Disney World attracts some of the most bizarre humans on the planet.

I know a girl who works there and she was on her lunch break when a couple came over and started berating her–a grown ass adult–for not eating her carrots.

1. Too many people pretend to forget that, I think.

In high school i took Philosophy and we were talking about dogs and their souls or something.

One girl argued that essentially ownership shows if something has a soul and followed up with “people own dogs, a person has never owned another person”.

Everyone just kinda looked at her because apparently she forgot that slavery happened.

As someone who waited tables for several of her younger years, I am having flashbacks!

What’s the story like this that sticks out in your mind. Share it with us in the comments!

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People Talk About the First Thing That Comes to Their Mind When They Think About Canada

Hockey and Tim Horton’s coffee! That’s my answer!

What else is there? I kid, I kid.

Canada is a great country with a lot to offer, including world-class cities, nice people, and beautiful landscapes.

What’s the first thing that comes to mind about non-Canadian folks on AskReddit?

Well, let’s find out!

1. Great answer!

“I live about 45 minutes from Canada in Michigan.

Hockey, poutine, and 19 year old drinking age for me.”

2. Sums it up.

“I’m Australian, this is what I think of when I think Canada: Friendliness and politeness, the Canadian flag, maple trees/leaves/syrup, mountains, cold weather, poutine, speaking French, hockey.”

3. Nice border guards.

“Back in the day (80s and stuff) we used to go across the St. Clair River/Lake St. Clair to go to Canada.

The thing that sticks out in my mind is the friendliest border guards/coast guard guys in the world. It was like “hey, so why are you traveling to Canada today?” Oh, we’re just gonna go pick some strawberries at that farm…you know the one. “Oh, cool! Well have a nice time, and don’t forget to bring some back for us!”

Once out on the lake, we got “busted” by Canadians for having open alcohol on the boat. “You guys know that’s against the law over here, right?” (My brother puts his beer out of their line of sight) “Okay, you guys have a nice day!”

And of course, living so close to Canada we got Hockey Night in Canada, SCTV, and CBC Radio.

Now take off, eh?”

4. No pennies.

“A wonderful life without effing PENNIES.”

5. All the good stuff.

“First I picture the beautiful flag. The simplicity and elegance which makes for a perfect flag.

Then I picture the map. A huge county covered in unique and interesting nature.

Then I picture the mounties. Dressed in their sophisticated red uniforms, gracefully riding their horses.

Then I picture downtown Vancouver where I saw a hobo taking a piss in his hat.”

6. Sneak past ya…

“I once saw something on Reddit, not sure if it was a post or a comment, but it was someone describing how a Canadian will reach past someone at a grocery store to grab something and they’ll pretty much always say this when they do:

“Just gonna SNEAK right past ya there.”

This may not be exactly right but it’s still what I think about everytime Canadians are mentioned in any medium.”

7. Delicious!

“Poutine!

I went to Quebec and that’s all that they serve! Nothing better than eating Poutine at 3am after the bars!”

8. Zedd.

“Maple syrup and the Canadian flag. Honestly that’s what I just thought of. But also, I think of trees, airplanes, and Saskatchewan.

And the letter z (zee)… or according to Canadians… zedd.”

9. Great comedy.

“Phil Hartman, Jim Carrey, Mike Myers, Dan Aykroyd, Will Arnett, Tommy Chong, John Candy…

So funny dudes.

Yeah, I know, I’m old.”

10. The greatest sport.

“Hockey is one of the only places where a man with his teeth bashed out will point at another man with scars and a crooked nose and say, admiringly, “that guy has such beautiful soft hands.“”

11. The man!

“I’m surprised no one has mentioned Alex Trebek.

He’s a national treasure.”

12. Makes sense.

“Trailer Park Boys.

No joke, Nova Scotia smokes more weed per capita than any other province and it makes a lotta sense once you watch that show.”

13. Canadians LOVE this band.

“The Tragically Hip.

Watched the ‘Long Time Running’ (Netflix) doco last night and highly recommend it. Ain’t nothing more Canadian than that.”

14. Heroes.

“To me probably heroism and loyalty Canada played a very major role in liberating my country from German occupation in WW2, and every year during the 5th and 6th of May we commemorate your bravery and sacrifice!

So yeah, thank you Canada!”

15. Yes!

“This is weird, but honestly Degrassi: Next Generation comes to mind.

Drake being on that show playing Jimmy cracks me up, plus Spinner is my fav character for sure. Loved that fuckin guy”

16. Lovely people.

“Extremely polite Maple Syrup. -that’s my joke.

But, really… I think back to my childhood. Growing up in shitty apartments with a trailer park nearby in South Florida. An older couple that were “Snow Birds” (people from a place with snowy winters, who come to a warm place to spend the winter and then return home in the spring). They were the most delightful people. They somehow knew my Dad. He was gone a lot for work and my Mom was brutal.

Anyway, they would arrive. They had a small trailer with an attached screened in porch. The porch had jalousie windows. The trailer was a small one bedroom affair-tiny, it was neat as a pin. When they arrived, she would open it up and begin cleaning for their three month visit.

The husband would be gone to work or the horsetrack. She would hire me to wash windows, pull weeds and clean. She paid me a few dollars here and there, literally five dollars was a king’s ransom back then. But, she would cook for me. She made lunches and baked goods. I existed on cereal and other crap at home. My Mother was a 100 pound cigarette smoker and didn’t eat, hardly at all and therefore, never cooked. S

he was older when I was born. I was an “oops” kid for sure. At home my life sucked. This lovely woman fed me and treated me with kindness and dignity that my 11 year old self had never known. I’m in my fifties now and can still see the inside of the screened in porch and the TV tray where I sat and ate for a few days and then once a week after mowing for those three months, for five years until the husband died and they never returned.

I swear, this lovely French Canadian lady is responsible for any of the good that is in my heart. I hadn’t thought of those moments in quite a while.I’m getting teary writing this. So there, that’s what Canada means to me.”

17. There you have it!

“Maple syrup and M O O S E.”

O Canada! We love you!

Now we want to hear from all of you!

If you’re NOT from the great country of Canada, what’s the first thing that comes to mind when you think about that country?

Let us know in the comments!

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People Share What Happens When You Hallucinate Because You’re So Sleep-Deprived

I used to work a job with a crazy schedule. Once, we worked five days a week from noon until 6 a.m. for FIVE WEEKS. That’s 18 hours a day for those of you keeping track…

As you can imagine, it was totally exhausting and sometimes by the time I was heading home when the sun was coming up, I feel like I started seeing things and my reaction time was slowed WAY down.

I can’t really say I was hallucinating, but it was probably the closest I’ve ever come to it.

In this AskReddit article, people talk about what happened when they were so sleep-deprived that they hallucinated.

Buckle up!

1. Time to make the donuts.

“In college, I tried to hold down a donut delivery job while taking a full credit load.

I got up at 4:30 AM to deliver, and often was up until midnight or even later. After a particularly busy week with almost no sleep, I hallucinated a man crossing the street right in front of me while delivering and I slammed on my brakes to avoid hitting him.

When I realized that there was no one in the crosswalk — and no one anywhere in sight — I finished my deliveries and immediately quit my job.”

2. Don’t do meth.

“I had a meth problem several years ago. I think my longest stretch was 4 days.

Past a certain point you just don’t know which way is up. Sure meth can make you weird, but in my experience I think the sleep deprivation is actually what makes you lose your marbles after long enough. When I made sure I slept and ate regularly, it was almost like an energy drink. But when I binged and had my junkie weeks, oof.

Once I thought I was hearing music playing loudly somewhere outside. I was convinced it was a soundtrack to a big music festival I had attended a few weeks before that someone had also attended, and was now playing loudly in the middle of the night. (The whole musics festival? Multiple bands had a soundtrack? Bruh.) I couldn’t hear it when I listened for it, but while distracted I could plainly hear it. Dead of the night and no music was playing.

Another time I was sketching in my room at like 3am. I had a friend over who was just chilling with me, asking questions every so often that would lead to discussions. Slowly they responded less and less until I looked at them and they were just looking at me. Asked what was wrong, looked down, looked up waiting for the answer, and they were gone. Never there. They hadn’t talked to me in months after they found out I was using.

So many shadow people. And those took a long time to go away after sobering up.

Whispers, hearing someone talking to me, my name being called, hearing someone talking about me. Even though I was by myself lol.

Sometimes I’d be driving and cars would suddenly be coming straight at me, lights blinding and everything, only to sort of “come to” and realize I’m driving on a back road and I’m the only car for miles.

By no means am I saying any weird mental shit had nothing to do with the meth. But in my experience not sleeping for days had a much more horrifying effect.”

3. Pills are bad, too.

“One time I stayed up for 2 days straight off some pills that mixed with meth. By the second night I wanted to go to sleep so I took unisoms to see if it would help. I started hallucinating an hour after taking it and was seeing people and things with my eyes that weren’t there in reality.

It was a strangest feeling in the world knowing what I was seeing wasn’t real but not being able unsee. For example, I was looking out my window at my car. I visually saw three men next to my car.

I would turn my head away, say it wasn’t real and look back only to see the men differently positioned. I visualized them popping my hood, removing my headlamps, and opening my doors. But none of it was real.

Trippy.”

4. In the desert.

“Very calm as far as hallucinations go.

I had driven for 20+ hours and was in the Arizona/California desert. It was the middle of the night, it had been dark for hours and only other car lights and stars where visible. Started seeing things out of the corner of my eyes, just kind of objects off a distance on the side of the road. Then it was things in the road ahead. T

hat got my attention. After a bit I started seeing fantastic meteor/light showers in the sky. Wasn’t scary or anything, didn’t stop driving.

To be young, dumb, and invincible again.”

5. Tunnel vision.

“I drove across country from NY to California when I was 18. I was on a 2 lane highway in Kansas and got bad tunnel vision. But the thing about tunnel vision is you don’t know it’s happening when it’s happening. The road was straight, flat, and there were no cars going by me, in front of me, or behind me.

I ended up getting pulled over. When I saw the flashing lights behind me I pulled over immediately but wasn’t sure how fast I was going or even if I was being pulled over for speeding. The first thing the officer asked me was why it took me so long to pull over.

This was confusing since I pulled over right away. He told me he had been following me for almost 5 minutes with his lights and sirens on and that I had been going well over 100 mph.

He checked out my info, didn’t give me a ticket. Told me to stay more alert, take frequent breaks, and to slow down.”

6. Is this real?

“While deployed overseas with lack of sleep for like 70+ hours, I would black out and re-experience/dream completely different scenarios that happened days prior. It was crazy. Like Deja Vu, but for like an hour.

I’d snap out of it and be completely confused for like 30 seconds, wondering which experience was real.”

7. No sleep at all.

“When I was in university, immediately after my father died (OD’d on Christmas Eve after I threw him out), I pretty much quit sleeping. Maybe 3-4 hours a night. Went through lots of counselling, lots of medication (7 different sedatives and SSRI’s) but basically just couldn’t sleep.

We had a home birth for my niece so even when the grief wasn’t overwhelming, the newborn baby kept me up.

Anyways, I knew it got bad when I started microsleeping. I’d be in class listening to a lecture, blink and police officers would be standing beside me explaining what had transpired, then blink and I’d be back listening to class. Maybe mentally be out of it for 5-10 seconds but felt entirely lucid other than time dilation.

The psychiatrist at the time said I was dropping into REM because I was so sleep deprived. Happens with new moms when babies are cluster feeding. I wasn’t driving or anything so not dangerous that way but honestly lived in a fog for years.

Just like snap of the finger – perfectly lucid horrible moment of my life – snap of the finger back.

During this period I had a thing where I quit talking to people at school to see how long they would go without chatting to me. Literally had week stretches where not a word was said. Then came finals, started vomitting with anxiety when I tried to enter the exam rooms which was an autofail for my classes.

So academic probation, the opportunity to protest if I would speak in front of the university Senate, which I clearly couldn’t do, and eventual complete failure. There were times where I was hitting the student food bank after hours because I literally couldn’t walk into a grocery store because my anxiety was so severe.

So definitely can happen but for me was pretty extreme situation.”

8. Back to reality.

“It was the weirdest thing.

I was taking notes on an extremely boring video in theology but then words started appearing on their own without me writing anything. They were dancing around for a bit and I found it completely normal for a bit but then I realized that words aren’t suppose to dance.

Then I snapped back to reality with nothing on my paper.”

9. Sounds rough.

“For context, this happened during some military training. Laying down in the woods desperately trying to stay awake, usually the plants turn into people. Like you’ll see a figure walking around out in front of you, and then “come to” and realize it was just a sapling or a bush or something.

Happened surprisingly more during the day than the night.”

10. Is that a vending machine?

“Favorite Ranger School story: two dudes pulling security in a patrol base. B

een going for days on end with no more than two hours of sleep a night. One of them stands up out of nowhere, starts walking into the woods. The one still on the ground asks the dude walking off where he’s going. The guy points out into the woods and says, “Vending machine. Gonna get some Doritos.”

His buddy on the ground thinks for a minute and replies, “Get me a Snickers, man, I’ll cover you!”

Both of them were so loopy that the one guy was seeing a vending machine out in the middle of the woods, and the other guy didn’t even question the logic of the scenario, he immediately jumped to what he wanted out of the vending machine.”

11. Overworked.

“Used to overwork myself to the point of hallucinations fairly regularly.

Most were auditory; I’d hear someone talking nearby (usually saying my name or just a couple of muffled syllables), bits of songs; like having an ear worm except louder, lol. A distant ringing telephone was also common. Less commonly I’d hear something loudly falling somewhere.

Visually, I’d mostly see flashes of color or blackness in the periphery of my vision. Like when someone walks by and you just barely see them out of the corner of your eye. Tall figures in the room (such as a coat on a rack) would also briefly appear to be a person standing there.

Those were probably the most startling to me.”

12. My bad…

“When I had a new baby, I was in target with the baby and got a call from an officer.

Turns out I had left every single door of my car open. He thought it was a break in.

It was not… just me sleep deprived!!”

13. Scary stuff.

“It’s honestly scary, like one time I was on the verge of falling asleep and I thought I felt somebody run their finger across my cheek.

When i snapped upright into a sitting position, nobody was there. I live alone btw. I’m sure I hallucinated it but that shit is scary regardless.”

14. Didn’t really happen…

“I used to have episodes of insomnia as a teenager. Once, while walking home from school, I saw a car driving in my direction. It suddenly veered onto the sidewalk, continued toward me, and swerved back onto the road moments before hitting me.

I thought it was real, but I was so out of it from exhaustion that I didn’t even flinch. I realized a few days later that the curb of the sidewalk was too high for a car to have possibly driven over.”

15. Hearing things…

“They were auditory, but I heard sirens in the distance and just kind of weird sounds, not really voices or anything distinguishable.”

Ugh…for me personally, being extremely overtired makes me the most miserable person on the planet.

How about you?

Have you ever been so tired that you actually hallucinated?

If so, tell us about it in the comments!

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These People Dated or Married Sociopaths and They Have Some Stories to Tell

Every relationship has issues and we can choose to either work through them or move on. Most people don’t expect to be confronted with the fact that their partner has antisocial personality disorder (ASPD), though – which means they basically don’t understand or experience human emotions the way the rest of us do.

These 15 people lived to tell their tales, though, and anyone who has even a passing interest in human psychology is going to want to tune in.

15. That would do a number on anyone.

He never once yelled. Never raised his voice. It made me feel like I was the insane one.

I was young and going through a very hard time (also had been badly abused by my father and stepmother for several years, so this kind of behavior was oddly comforting and familiar), and I had convinced myself that I loved him. I found out that he kept detailed notes on what I liked and didn’t like, who I spent time with, what I ate, everything. Every time I would get up the courage to leave, he’d find some way to weasel back into my life. Going so far as to get himself hired at my jobsite and pretending it was “fate”.

Edit: I’m just gonna copy the first sentence of another answer, because it hits home so perfectly:

I thought I was so special because he was so confident in himself. He could do no wrong, he always said everything with such confidence you felt stupid to question it. I was young and he was the first person to show interest in me that I thought was also really smart.
My first clue that something was wrong was when he told me that “men don’t ever feel love when they’re having sex”. When I informed him that I had had plenty of sexual encounters that involved feelings of love on both sides, he assured me that “those men were lying to you. No man has emotions when sexually aroused.”

He also had several “rules” that had to be followed in order to continue the relationship. However much money he spent on me, I must spend on him. A certain number of texts per day. A certain amount of time within which texts from him must be answered. Hair has to be a certain length. Makeup and perfume at all times, even sleeping. Eventually it got to the point where he was insisting that he should be allowed to have sex with other women, because his sex drive was higher than mine and it “wasn’t fair”. This last one is what caused the most fights. He cheated So. Many. Times. I once yelled at him “You’re only sorry you got caught!” and he said, clearly surprised, “Of course I’m sorry I got caught. If you never found out about it, who would it hurt?”

He had zero empathy. My grandmother died and he could not understand why I couldn’t “make myself” stop crying when I heard. He was annoyed that he had to drive home from the funeral because I was in no shape to do so. “The funeral’s over, nobody’s here but me, who are you crying for?”

After 9 years of psychological torture he finally left when I got the news that I had breast cancer. My parents took me on a 3-day beach vacation to clear my head before the first round of treatments began – he refused to come along, and on the day before we were supposed to return, he left a message on Facebook that said, “We’re done. I’m out.”

I called to ask why. “Because you have cancer.” Short and to the point.

I told him, “This is what’s going to happen. You’re going to keep fucking whoever it is that you found to fuck, and in a few weeks or a few months she’s going to realize you can’t love people, and she’s going to dump your ass. And that’s when you’ll start calling me again. I’m warning you now, don’t do it. This was the line. I don’t want to see your face again. I will finally let my brother beat the shit out of you.”

A few days later he “accidentally” sent me a text with a picture of him having sex, that said “Abby (not my name) that was the best night of my life and you seemed to have had fun too. ” I texted back “Nice try but we’re still done” then blocked him.

14. It could happen to you, too.

Clinical psych grad student here.. There are going to be a lot of sensationalized responses on here that paint a picture of “sociopaths” (Antisocial Personality Disorder or Narcissistic Personality Disorder, depending–this is how the DSM-IV and DSM-V characterize them) that is violent and demented. The reality is that “sociopaths”–just like mentally healthy people–come in all shapes and sizes. Violent tendencies can exist but aren’t necessarily advantageous for people. Many sociopaths end up becoming successful doctors, lawyers, and politicians, and most of them do not commit acts of violence or overt aggression. (One caveat is that Antisocial Personality Disorder is characterized by acts of criminal or otherwise delinquent behaviour. Narcissists not quite as much.)

And yes, I was romantically involved with a “sociopath”.

Ultimately, being with him felt like I had been thrown into rapids–I felt disoriented, confused, and betrayed after every serious conversation about his treatment of me. Somehow, it was my fault for “criticizing him too much”, he refused to apologize and claimed that wanted an apology for mistreatment was manipulation on my part. I told him once that being with him felt like he was holding me by the throat over a great precipice–I didn’t want to hold onto him, but if I let go, I feared that I would fall. He had constructed a world around me in which my reality was no longer real, in which I was never the victim but the ungrateful charity case, and in which he was constantly inventing new ways to torment me psychologically and intimidate me physically. The tumult–the rapids–were ultimately a script of rapidly oscillating states of being. He would apologize and promise he would change. He would cry and beg for me not to leave him. If I tried to make him leave, he would pivot to threats or demean me. Everything happened on his terms, even if it didn’t seem that way. Outwardly, he appeared to be a patient, kind, and charismatic partner. He was conventionally attractive, intellectually gifted, and socially adored. His views on life were reasonable and measured, and his style of rhetoric is, to this day, one of the most engaging and convincing of anyone I’d ever known. The acts of cruelty and humiliation were rare at first, growing to a crescendo during times in my life when I was the most vulnerable. I lost my best friend–the abuse escalated. I got a new job and it declined. I left my job and it escalated. I found a new job and there we were, back to celebrating again.

When he was good, he was so good. I would start to believe that I must have just been too hard on him–after all, things only got bad when I was already doing poorly, managing grief, loss, and depression. When I was succeeding, he was succeeding with me. So it seemed reasonable to me, for a while, that he was right when he said I was just “projecting my inner turmoil onto him”. I believed him, for a while. But that mask just can’t stay on. Eventually things are too good for too long, and he couldn’t have that. He always needed to be one step ahead of me. He always needed to have the upper hand. And he always needed to use it to drag me to the edge of the abyss and hold me over, while I desperately clutched and grabbed at the arm that held me, begging him not to let go.

I know now that this is typical of narcissistic abusers. I know now that his moves were calculated and methodical. I know that he hit me when I was already down because it was the easiest to manipulate my worldview during those times, and to create a dynamic in which I was so afraid to lose him amongst the other losses that I would forgive him for whatever he had done, even if what he had done was slowly bore a hole into me, removing pieces of myself that I had left defenseless to exploit.

I know now that the true trap is the poison in the sugar. I know that it’s the sweetness, the overtures when you are stronger that truly ensnare and contort. And I know that it was not my fault. It had never been my fault. The red flags I had seen from the start were warnings I should have heeded, not forgiven. And that in robbing me of myself, in repeatedly gaining and abusing my trust and affection, he was whittling me away from the inside out until I felt more like scattered debris of myself than an entire person capable of walking away when I first realized I had to.

I tried to leave him 10 times. It took me 9 months after the abuse first started to get out–6 after the first serious events started to unravel. I didn’t think that sort of thing could happen to me because, well, I had studied this sort of thing. I knew these signs academically. I was so certain I’d recognize them. I am a strong, outspoken, and almost aggressively independent person, someone you would think incapable of victimizing. But there I was. It happened to me. And in it having happened, I understand now how truly insidious abuse is. I understand why women can’t or don’t leave. I understand why I was so, so wrong to think they were weak for not fighting or running away. If an abuser is smart, like my partner, they don’t just break you down. It doesn’t happen all at once. Instead, you become eroded. You are contorted and compromised so slowly you don’t realize what is happening until you’ve already been ensnared. He never had to lay a single hand on me to be the single worst experience of my entire life. He didn’t have to hit me even once to make me afraid of him, alienated from my own body, and distanced from my true sense of self.

Beyond the obvious words of wisdom I am sure most people will impart in this thread, I’d just like to leave you with this, if you’re still with me:

“I give you bitter pills in sugar coating. The pills are harmless–the poison is in the sugar.”

13. The other side of the table.

I’m NPD and Bipolar I. I have a lot of symptoms in common with ASPD and have been described that way by various professionals in the past. I’m not really capable of empathy. I’ve never really understood the concept no matter how many times it’s been explained to me. I don’t really understand love as a feeling. To me love is simply a set of actions, attitudes and behaviors I can choose to show towards a person. It’s kind of like a job.

I’ve been married for 18 years and told my wife as soon as I knew exactly like you suggested. She’d probably say at times it’s been traumatic. For me life has been extremely traumatic as well but mostly from experiencing intolerable internal mental states rather than bad things having happened to me.

I’m not a bad person though. Sociopath does not equal evil. I have principles and I stick to them but I definitely don’t really understand people emotionally. Conversely I don’t believe that anyone who doesn’t have the exact same conditions as me could ever remotely understand what it’s like to be in my shoes either.

12. The gaslighting is real.

I was with a man who was never diagnosed, so I can’t say for certain, but even being with someone who had the potential to be was traumatizing. I also had a therapist who said he most likely had antisocial personality disorder, and I told her very little about him.

He had me under has control for almost ten years. I had no friends in college because he made me believe he was my entire world. He made me feel sexually inept so that there were things I was unable to do with later partners. He told me he loved me even though it was something he could not feel because he knew it was something that would make me even more easy to manipulate. He slept with countless women when we were together and then led me to honestly believe it was my fault. If I even spoke to other men we got in a fight.He got me to let him read my journals and then was mad that he made me so depressed. I got pregnant and he asked if he was really the father. My relationship with my fiancé ended because he made me believe I was still in love with him.

I felt bad about myself for a long time because I let him treat me so poorly and get away with so much. But the more I read and researched I knew it was not me. I grew as a person and worked on everything holding me down and now he means nothing to me. I don’t hate him, want him, or wish to go back in time. I feel nothing and it is the most liberating thing I have ever experienced.

11. It can take a while to heal.

I don’t know when he was officially diagnosed or how long he’s known he was a sociopath, but I learned of it during his court trial.

It’s been about 10 years and I’m still dealing with the PTSD he caused. I’ve learned how to live with it due to being in and out of therapy and having a supportive boyfriend.

I met him when I was fourteen and he was turning eighteen. He coerced and forced me to do sexual things with me and would get mad at me if I showed any sign of wanting to stop. He choked me when he raped me once. He would slap me, make sexist remarks, compare me to others, and veil it behind being jokes. He ripped my pants off, putting me in an embarrassing position. He made his friend rape me because his friend’s girlfriend broke up with him and he was lonely. He grabbed his friend’s sword and “jokingly” tried to pierce my stomach, got frustrated because I kept squirming, then grabbed his friend’s BB pistol, shot me with the barrel pressed against my skin, and shot me around the room with it. He would bite me, leaving marks and sometimes drawing blood, and bite down on my tongue. Sadly this only scratches the surface of what he did to me.

I’m unlucky it was my first experience with a romantic relationship. He’s the only person I’ve personally known who I hate with a passion. I probably would have accomplished the things I wanted if I hadn’t met him. He killed me. I wanted to kill myself. My life has gotten better but I’ve lost so much of my time dealing with my PTSD. It’s hard to accept.

One day, I’ll accomplish the things I’ve set out to do and be the best damn therapist I can be.

10. Isolation is a red flag.

I had the same kind of experience, though it only lasted a year. He made me give up on all my friends and family because he convinced me they did not love or care about me. And the list just goes on. But after a few years I also realized it wasn’t my fault. And I’m so happy for you coming to that realization after being with that kind of a person for so long, since it took me so long after just being with one for a year. I wish you all the luck and well being you deserve!

9. Like anything else, one day at a time.

I didn’t realize he was a sociopath until after it had all ended, but it made everything click into place & make sense. He treated everyone around him like NPCs whose lives are inconsequential. He led a double life, manipulating & gaslighting me the entire time. He drew from my well until I had nothing left to give, ultimately making me believe anything that went wrong was my fault. And when he was finally backed into a corner, played up a big fear/panic response to keep his job and his fiancee. She wouldn’t listen to me, and here we are. It’s been almost 4 years now, and I still can’t trust people. I thought I could, but it’s become clear to me recently that I’m not as “over it” as I thought I was. I find myself unshakably terrified of emotional closeness. And much to my dismay, no amount of “wanting to be over it” will actually force me into being “over it”. There are uncountably many ways that that experience changed who I am and how I approach the world.

The worst part? His hooks were still very much deep in me when I first forced the [figurative] door between him & myself shut. I had to do a LOT to distance myself from him: he kept trying to reach out to me (and my family!) long after I’d cut him off, and it was more difficult to resist than I’d like to admit. At one point I even sent an email to all relevant mutual connections to ask them to hold me accountable to never speaking to him again, and to not allow him to communicate to me through them. I faltered a couple of times. But I haven’t spoken to him in 3.5 years, and I’m pretty proud of that.

8. It takes a long time to get over.

Extremely.

Still haven’t recovered and I regularly have breakdowns over it. Thankfully I’m in a healthy relationship now, but feel it a shame the emotional pains and trust issues from my previous relationship can sometimes cause issues. Waiting to have therapy after lockdown. This happened about a year ago now, and I think it’ll always stay with me.

Honestly, his eyes were so soulless it was like glimpsing the gates of hell.

7. The gift that keeps on giving.

He was brilliant, handsome, and charming, and made good money at a globally recognized law firm despite being barely 30. He was attracted to me but it was a take-it-or-leave-it kind of attraction. He was more curious about me than anything else. He’d play mind games and was surprised when I started catching on (I’m from a very intelligent and slightly crazy family myself). He had no feelings for his family, who worried about him but he never responded to their calls or messages. I found that very off-putting until he told me his diagnosis. Honestly he could be a bit of a dick in general, but he didn’t treat me badly while I was with him (or so I thought). I tired of his lack of affection eventually and broke things off after a particularly pointless mind game of his. He then told me he’d been hooking up with girls in clubs the whole time. I was surprised but not disappointed, as my view of him was pretty low by then. He ended up giving me hpv. Thanks asshole.

6. When you feel hollow and empty inside.

I was with a boyfriend for a year. Someone I know who is a therapist and was acting as my therapist but knew me and my ex well told me that he was a sociopath. I don’t believe he was ever diagnosed but that was good enough for me.

I was 19, he was a year older than me. He has a way of talking in circles until I found myself agreeing to things I didn’t agree with but not really sure what had just happened. Gave me whiplash. He gaslighted me constantly and made me feel like I was crazy. I’d end up apologizing for things I never did.

The worst was when he tricked me into getting engaged to him. I’m not really sure how it happened, because the memory is kind of a blur. But at the end of the conversation he was like, “So, we’re engaged now.” And I was like, hang on, what? I had no desire to marry him. I was too young and I’d already begun to hate him at that point. But before I had the opportunity to figure out what was going on and how the hell we had just gotten engaged, he announced our engagement to 200 people. People were congratulating me and I just felt so hollow and broken inside.

He ended up moving and that’s the only way I got free of him. I’d tried breaking up with him a few times before then but somehow he always made it seem like I had to stay. The day he moved I blocked him on everything, and swore I’d never talk to him again. I still have trauma and am triggered surprisingly frequently, considering it’s been over 2 years.

But yeah. That’s what it’s like dating a sociopath.

5. So they’re making it work.

I’m married to a sociopath. It’s like if Jessica Jones had taken up with The Purple Man (in the tv show) only easier because my husband would’ve just sent the kids to the neighbors for being noisy instead of leaving them in a closet.

He has a moral code that was beaten into him as a kid, but I do have to frequently remind him that murdering people over slight annoyances is really way more trouble than it’s worth and he needs to chill before he gives himself a heart attack. He has a problem with seeing that my hurt feelings don’t go away if all he does is talk but no action. He is terrible at handling me when I’m sad. He has a hard time prioritizing his wants over responsibilities. His friendships are very much of a transactional nature to him(he likes to exchange knowledge and skills) and has said more than once that he married me exactly because I have the Paladin instincts that he lacks and is self-aware enough to know that he wouldn’t live long on the course he had been running until then.

However he treats me as a person first and while he lacks a certain level of empathy I could use, he does try most of the time to keep me happy.

4. None of that is remotely okay.

I found this out recently about someone I dated, from their ex. The relationship was abusive. He gaslighted me all the time, put me down, called me names, loved bringing in racially charged shit into bed, reveled in it. Whenever we had any kind of a tuffle, he’d shut me out and ignore me for days until I dropped it. In fact, that’s how he ended the relationship, by disappearing after two years. Just gone one day, never heard from him again. Presumably, it was because I hung out with a male friend. I was younger then, but it certainly did a number on me.

His ex contacted me later and revealed that he had mentioned to her before that he had ASPD. Though, from what I understand, they’re rarely that self-aware.

Anyway, turns out, he was also a white supremacist who believed in the “tiered value” of the races. Probably the scariest part was discovering this piece of fiction he had written a couple years ago about “owning” a thirteen year old girl, starving her, keeping her on a leash, just general terrifying disgusting bullshit. The premise was a story about a man and his dog, how he abuses and neglects the dog, but the dog still sits around to get fed. It gets quite graphic, and at the end of it, it’s revealed to readers via a cop character that the emaciated dog is actually a small child.

yep, need to work on my radar

3. It only matters that you finally left.

Not diagnosed sociopath but he was diagnosed bi polar and his therapist said “he didn’t know how to relate to people on an emotional level”.

In all honesty it was a terrible abusive relationship. He verbally and emotionally abused me. Was incredibly controlling and manipulative. He didn’t see me as a person but more of an object to have and control. My emotions were annoying to him except it may have brought him pleasure to see me in pain/crying. Everyday he had a different opinion about me. One day he loved me wanted to spoil me. I was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Next day I was worthless, a whore, the worst person ever. We dated just shy of two years.

I cant say why I stayed so long. He was just so irrational and slowly his reality slowly became my reality and I had no sense of self anymore. He would just get mad over the most mundane and ridiculous things and I’d try to bring him back down to reality. Never worked of course.

I did finally have the gaul to leave him and never look back. No idea what happened to him. Hope he burns in hell.

2. They can be very charming.

I had another ex who I truly think was aspd.

At one point he stated that he cannot bond with anyone. – He had impulsivity. -He was into brutal sex. -He was a kleptomaniac (he routinely shoplifted from thrift stores and the grocery store). -He was very interested in scamming people (a notable example would be when he purchased an item at a pawn shop, took it back claiming that it was broken so that they discounted the price, and then had another friend buy it at discount). -He expressed disgust towards various friends when they acted emotional. -He clearly thought that he was smarter than all of his friends -At one point he said “it’s fun to interact with kids and figure out ways you can get them to do what you want” (he was referring to getting kids to do chores, but in retrospect he was very interested in controlling and manipulating people in general). -He stated that he still hated his little brother for taking attention away from him during childhood (he was 26 and still upset over his brother being born when he was 6) – he would get extremely upset when anyone disagreed with him on things like planning out camping trips or the meaning of song lyrics – he broke the rules of his probation all day, every day – when I told him that I disliked certain extreme sex acts because they were painful, he stated ‘but I like them!”, as if he really thought that should make it ok to do them. – he had no respect for any of his friends and made fun of them all behind their backs – he was chronically lazy both at work and at home and couldn’t be depended on by anyone

It’s crazy because despite all this, he really made me feel happy and alive and sometimes I still miss him. So I guess he had sociopathic charm too.

1. Don’t believe a word they say.

I’m currently involved with a sociopath and feel very trapped in my situation.

He is literally twice my age and is a master of manipulation. He just finished serving 8 years in prison over a drug trafficking/murder thing and has had like 16 other charges in his life including shootings and other crazy shit. Worst temper on a person I’ve ever seen, even my own life has been threatened multiple times and I convince myself I’m going to do a midnight move and change my name but he always somehow emotionally manipulates me with his words the next day and I end up staying. I don’t even know how he does it, he can talk me into and out of pretty much anything and I always end up hating myself for it later.

He’s on trial right now and can even charm police officers and judges to get out of stuff, it’s crazy. 90% of the time he’s a dream boyfriend but in the back of my mind I always have a feeling it’s just some kind of plot. He’s almost convinced me that I’m the real sociopath for “playing victim” and that I’m delusional. I feel like I am losing my mind. Every day is a mental hell downward spiral.

0/10 WOULD NOT RECOMMEND

I’m fascinated and horrified in equal measure – the human brain is all of that and more, all at the same time.

If you have a similar story to share in the comments, we’re all ears!

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People Describe the Moment Another Human Left Them Speechless

If there’s one thing I know for sure after having various public-facing jobs for many of those years, it’s that human beings have the potential to really shock the sh*t out of you.

No matter how savvy or cynical you think you are, I promise there are people out there just waiting to surprise you – good or bad – a fact that these 17 people now know from experience.

17. Depression is an ugly monster.

“I literally hate the person I am right now”

Edit: Genuine, kind, caring person. Really left me speechless

16. Hmm, that seems like none of your business.

“do you finger yourself?”

-random friend of a former roommate, 10 minutes after meeting me

15. Avoid your mother when her friends and wine are involved.

“He(me) was an accident and (my dad) did not want to have kids, I was not going to get an abortion, so we got divorced.”

Something like that. I was 10. She always told me that they got married too young and wanted different things out of life. Don’t eavesdrop on your mom’s conversations with her friends drinking wine. Explains why my dad blows me off most of his weekends and when I’m there, I’m just kinda there and he ignores me.

14. Well if that isn’t a way to kill a conversation.

“Let me guess, you probably think fossils are real, don’t you?”

what

13. People say this shit way too often.

“she probably let herself get abused when she was younger”

12. That takes at least thirty seconds to process.

“Babe, you know how much I love you so dont be mad but I’ve been sleeping with your cousin for a while and we are in love and I’m gonna need you to support me on this. Also, if her husband calls, tell him she is with you.”

Needless to say the speechless portion didnt last too long.

11. It just makes you stop and think.

A colleague calling her own son “son of a bitch”.

10. I am not even ashamed that this could have been my husband.

We were in a grocery store, starting to head down an aisle, when a man stopped us and said:

“I’d recommend avoiding this aisle – my wife just cut a wicked fart.” His candor left us speechless.

Sure enough, even in the next aisle, we could smell it wafting in our direction.

9. Delete.

“The reason I think I’m always right is because I always am”

The guy was saying this while trying to argue that someone was wrong to call him arrogant.

8. That is one mad lady.

ex-girlfriend to me

“I hope that some day you’ll hate someone as much as I hate you.”

7. None of that is anyone else’s business.

A friend and I were in a store buying mannequins for our thrifting business. The guy who owns the store pointed to a specific mannequin and said:

‘This one has great t***. Not like my sister in law’s. She breastfed her baby and one day she whipped them out to feed him and they looked like fried eggs. RUINED FOREVER. My wife is in her 70’s and she has perky little t*** because she didn’t breastfeed our kids.”

Then he went on to tell us how his daughter breastfeeds and how great it is for babies. Wtf. We had known this guy all of 30 seconds before he unloaded this breastfeeding PSA on us ?

6. I mean those ellipses go on and on.

Me: “…and just a heads up, we close at 5pm today.”

Customer: “No you don’t.”

Me: “…”

5. What can you say to that, honestly?

“You shouldn’t microwave water; it takes the oxygen out.”

4. She’s been waiting for that moment for awhile.

I was talking to someone about something unimportant and I jokingly said to my friend, what could you possibly hate about me? Well, she goes on this long ass rant saying that I’m over dramatic, hypocritical, arrogant, and a political stereotype. I don’t even know what she meant with half of the things she was saying; she said I was a hypocrite for not liking anime.

3. It’s always true.

“You teach people how to treat you”

Mine blowing moment of realization that if I continued to say I suck and that no one should trust me with things, they will start to believe me and treat me as such.

2. You’re a time thief!

“Looking at your phone at work is the same thing as showing up to work drunk or on drugs”

1. Yes, there is racism in America.

Was at a small, shitty dinner that’s gone now. Two older couples were at the next booth over, talking about how one couple was trying to sell their house. They were complaining that no one would want to buy it, since a black family moved in next door. The other guy said ” it’s simple, when you’re walking in the yard with potential buyers and you see the neighbor, ask him how the flowers are coming along this year. They’ll just assume he’s the gardener! “

See what I mean?

What experience would you add to this list? Share it in the comments!

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Funeral Organizers Share the Strangest Funerals They’ve Organized

You have to be a certain kind of person to work in the funeral business.

I’d imagine it takes someone who is calm, collected, and is able to comfort others and make them feel welcome during very hard times.

Obviously, you also have to be very accommodating and make the family members of deceased people happy when it comes to what they want for their loved one’s funeral.

Folks on AskReddit who work in the funeral industry talked about the strangest and most unique funerals they’ve ever witnessed.

1. Wow…

“A family asked us to play some hardcore gangster rap for their mother/grandmother at her service and we happily obliged. I can’t quite remember the name of the song but it had heavy themes of murder, drug use and pretty foul language.

Her service was then finished with a recital of the Lord’s Prayer.”

2. Family tradition.

“Long line of funeral directors.

My great grandfather buried a lady that was over 8 feet talk and worked as a performer for the circus. He had to use an oversized display model for the casket and sat on the coffin for seats (horses back then). Buried the whole site with concrete to keep out grave robbers.

Heard she was a really nice lady.”

3. I’d like to see this.

“A “Viking” funeral.

Putting the ashes of the deceased out to sea in a little boat fashioned out of salt and covered with dry flowers/kindling. Fashioning biodegradable arrows with flaming tips. Everyone shot flaming arrows at the boat and it caught fire then dissolved into the sea.

(Now to be clear, Vikings never did any of this but Hollywood gave people ideas…)

Apparently I am not the first, but it was cool. Put the “fun” back in “funeral.””

4. Whatever you want.

“Former funeral director.

Usually ran the back of the house but met with families on a few occasions. Met with the parents of a 16 year old girl who had died in a car crash. Arrangements were tough at first because how could they not be. We got the official stuff out of the way and then talked about what she (the deceased) would’ve wanted.

Ended up re-arranging the funeral home so that the lobby had crock pots of boiled peanuts and a lounge with the Lion King playing. Inside the main parlor was a purple-themed dance party. The pinnacle of the evening was the girl’s mom leading everyone in doing “the wiggle.”

It was amazing and I am still floored by this family for being able to really celebrate their daughter’s life in this way.”

5. Couldn’t get the timing right.

“Some retired admiral died, and his wife “insisted” that a group of F-18s perform a flyover during the service. Well, this was extremely difficult to pull off, for numerous reasons.

Anyway, the owner of the funeral home was able to make it happen. Unfortunately, the flyover was roughly 2-3 minutes earlier then scheduled.

The wife was so mad that she tried to withhold paying.”

6. Big fan.

“I’m hired frequently to play violin at funerals.

Not sure it qualifies as weird, but it was definitely unique.

Woman died in her late 80’s. Her entire family was there, including 3 or 4 great grandkids even. She had a big family and was well liked in her community, so there was about 100-150 people there. Everyone was dressed super nice, and from talking to everyone, it was clear no one knew what was coming…

Turns out, their grandmother was a huge LotR fan. So, she had a Lord of the Rings themed funeral, with me playing ‘Concerning Hobbits’, ‘Gandalfs’ fall, and the like. It was fun, but the shock on everyone’s faces was hilarious!”

7. Gone fishin’.

“Been in the industry 20 years, my family for over 125 years. The most interesting one I personally organized was a young guy in his early 20’s who loved to fish.

So we put him in his canoe for the viewing/service, and he was cremated later. The service was at a church, the canoe was way too big for the hearse.

The lesson to take away is: You never know exactly whats in a U-Haul.”

8. Human taxidermy?

“Not a funeral organizer, but I work with someone in that business.

I thought everyone was joking until I actually saw the pictures. They had a guy whose family wanted him staged and posed for the viewing.

Like instead of an open casket laying peacefully, they literally had him mounted on his motorcycle in full gear: leather jacket, backwards hat, sunglasses. It was one of the strangest things I’ve ever seen, like it gave me human taxidermy vibes.”

9. Very weird.

“So this is not a weird thing that happened, it’s rather the community. I’m not an organizer myself, but my dad is and I help out sometimes.

I’m living in Germany and we have some kind of remainder of the 3rd reich called Reichsbürger. Just google them, some crazy people…

So usually the are distributed, but for their comrade who recently passed they gathered together to about 50 people. It was so surreal that something like this still exists and is even allowed to do so. I didn’t know about this before and I think I’ll never forget about it.”

10. Surreal.

“I was a Licensed funeral director and embalmer in numerous states but this event happened in Miami Florida a woman Jewish woman with substantial money died in Miami Beach, we brought to the funeral home and embalmed her( more to this) we did a typical service Rabbi in the House and was going to be a graveside Service.

Days prior to that though the woman’s dream of dying was to go be buried in her Mercedes Benz 1984 convertible so we brought the Mercedes to the cemetery and measured and calculated how deep how wide to get the Mercedes 6 feet under and with her in the driver seat and embalmed with her hands and arms stretched out and around the steering wheel.

I looked in and it was so bizarre and surrealI and I will never experience that again mainly because I’m not a funeral director anymore.

Anyway the grave was covered up everybody said their goodbyes and I imagine to this day she’s still there driving around.”

11. This is…odd…

“One was a “Wizard of Oz”-themed funeral, where the deceased woman had loved the original movie and requested that music from it be used.

Pall bearers and friends of the family dressed in costumes of the principal characters as they entered the church, including dozens of Munchkins, Toto, and the Witch.

There wasn’t a dry eye after the eulogy when the soloist sang “Over the Rainbow,” but many smiles as the coffin was carried out of the church en route to the cemetery as everyone sang “We’re Off to See the Wizard, the Wonderful Wizard of Oz!”

12. Skateboarding is life.

“An older, well known, local skater died and we held a Skate Funeral. Hung his board, pads and helmet on the fence.

A good friend of his eulogized him. Some other folks told some stories about him. After that we all pounded our boards on the pavement in synch for about 5 minutes, chanting his name and his various handles.

Skated hard to his favorite bands and passed the hat for his family…I have been to much worse funerals.”

13. Start your engines.

“My parents are pastors and I would help them out occasionally. One guy had a NASCAR themed funeral.

The coffin had headlights and in the middle of the service, the kids in attendance got to slap stickers onto the coffin.

They also played car noises as the pallbearers moved the coffin.”

14. In the Deep South.

“Was a funeral director in the Deep South for about 4 years. We did quite a few Free Mason funeral services and they were always quite interesting to watch. Especially when the Free Mason brotherhood came to perform their burial rites.

Had a lady who died and as per her request she only wanted Lynyrd Skynyrd music playing(sweet home Alabama,Free Bird etc.)in the chapel during the wake and before and after the eulogy was given.

Did a funeral for a convicted pedophile that spent the last 40 years in prison and died while in it due to natural causes. Was odd to witness just 4 people show up for funeral service.”

15. In pieces.

“My dad was a funeral director in a small town.

One day, a guy called and said, I’m going to be dropping off my foot this afternoon. He was like, what?

The guy was diabetic and had to get his foot amputated. He had already purchased a burial plot in a local cemetery, and wanted his foot to be buried there with the rest of him to follow eventually.

Sure enough, the guy came in a wheelchair with a bug bundle containing his foot. He insisted that my dad embalm it. So, he did. It was then buried in his plot.

About a year later, the guy calls up again. “I’m going to be bringing over my leg, I need you to embalm it and have it buried.” Apparently his diabetes had continued to progress, and they had to amputate the leg opposite of the one that was missing its foot. So, my dad dutifully embalmed it and arranged for it to be buried.

About another year or so goes by, and the man finally dies.

My dad embalmed him and saw to it that he was buried with the rest of the parts which preceded him in death.”

Wow…I don’t think that’s an industry I’d be comfortable working in AT ALL.

Now we want to hear from you.

In the comments, please tell us about any unusual funerals you’ve been to.

We look forward to hearing from you!

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Film Developers Recall the Most Surprising Things They Saw From Customers

I don’t know how many people get film developed these days with the rise of digital photography and camera phones, but it definitely still happens.

And it used to be the norm for folks to drop off their film to be developed, so you know a lot of folks out there have seen some seriously weird shit over the years.

Are you ready to see what kind of weird stuff people got a peek of when they were developing other peoples’ film?

Let’s dive into these stories from AskReddit users.

1. This person has some stories!

“I worked at a camera store all through college and saw a little but of everything. My favorites:

Biker rally photos are the craziest shit you will ever see. Like a bottle of whiskey in a metal hammock connected to a dudes scrotum rings as he walked around bare ass naked. And for anyone that thinks it’s all hot girls that flash their boobs for a camera, IT IS NOT. Never get those images out of your head.

Crime scene photos for the local PD were rough. We didn’t do many, mostly just when they needed photos immediately but those are hard. The worst is when you can’t tell what’s going on in the negatives and when the prints come out you realize you’ve been staring at the inside of a van after someone blew their head off with a shotgun.

Ok, now for the funniest. Sweet looking late 20s attractive woman brings in 4 rolls of film. She had on one of those teacher sweaters with the little schoolhouse, ABCs, 1 +1 =2, all that, so I assume she’s an elementary school teacher. Didn’t think anything of it.

Four rolls of this woman getting slammed in every sexual position you can imagine by a dude that looked like he was 10 feet tall and hung like a moose. Two hours later, moose cock himself walks in to pick up the photos.

I realize after he leaves, the pics at the beginning they had their clothes on. The same clothes that they were wearing when they came into the store. Maybe it’s a coincidence or maybe these people had just got done with what could only have been a 6 hour fuck marathon and ran immediately to the camera store to develop the film.”

2. Don’t tell her.

“This actually happened quite recently, an old lady came in with her late sons camera and a dozen of discs that she wanted to check if there would be anything in them.

The first couple of discs had some old albums on them, the next 6 or so we’re full of porn from the 90’s. I didn’t have the heart to tell this old lady who was over 80 years old that she was in possession of her late son’s porn collection.

She even gave me a tip for being helpful…”

3. Yikes!

“When I was a photo tech for Walgreens, one of our regular customers sent in a print order through the website.

The customer was 50-something,short and round, and half the pics in her order were collages of her gaping, lubed up butthole, cheeks spread wide apart.”

4. People are weird.

“The most interesting might be a woman in her late 20s or early 30s who would take hundreds of photos of her topless or nude. some were selfies, some with different men, some doing shit like gardening or posing under local bridges. just stacks on stacks of her breasts.

the weirdest photo was in a very small order that had pictures of a few men hunting together at some cabin or lodge or something. some pictures of them and of snowy tree lines and then one solitary photo in the middle of a fucking Sasquatch. it looked so unreal it may have been a painting?

i still don’t know. it was just one, standing in the center of the photo, in front of some trees in the snow. i’m sure it was some kind of art or… something, but it also fed my undying need to come across UFO photos during the two years i worked there (i didn’t ?)”

5. She didn’t expect that!

“A friend of mine worked in a camera shop. When staff were bringing out a developed photo set you would call out the customers name to come up. Well one day two people had the same name.

He groaned, called it out and this old woman came up and asked which was hers. My friend told her to take a look in set A and if it is not hers to take set B . She says okay opens it up and screams. He runs over and takes a look.

The first photo was of an orgy in a forest.”

6. Shocking.

“The most shocking thing is when a former mortician brought in 35mm slides to be scanned, and they were all crime scene and bodies on an autopsy table type photos of extremely gory things.

Gun shot wounds, exposed insides, cut off heads, etc.

I couldn’t get through it and passed it off to my other lab guy. It didn’t bother him as much, but he couldn’t stare directly at the screen either. I cant remember what the exact excuse of why he needed them digitized, but I think it was something like educational purposes for others learning to be morticians?

I was still kinda new at the time, and today I wouldn’t accept that order. I would tell him to goto a crime lab instead. It was honestly one of the worst experiences in my life. I cant even handle gory movies.”

7. Wild times.

“Worked at a warehouse club photo lab for a few years and we saw tons of weird, wild and crazy shit. Never saw anything illegal (aside from pictures of a spray painted cow, pretty sure that was animal abuse). It was store policy to print everything unless it was illegal and not ask questions.

Most wild thing I ever saw was a group of people in their mid 50s all out on a fishing trip. After the fishing they took pictures at a bar. Then a strip club.

Then at a bon fire with a bunch of the strippers. Everyone was nude and it looked as though they were playing ring toss with a cowboy hat on the dudes dicks.”

8. Classy!

“A friend of mine worked at Walgreens developing photos during high school.

He said the best set of photos was of a child’s birthday party, a few photos in the middle of the parents having sex and top down views of a blow job, and then the continuation of the child’s birthday party.

For those too young to understand how film works – this means the sex and blowjob must have happened DURING the party.”

9. A creepy older man…

“A couple years back when I was 18, I was a trainee at a small local photography shop. They developed films but also had those PC stations where you can print or develop your digital pictures. As I was just the trainee I had exhausting job to help the customers with the procedure because it’s a bit confusing.

Most of the time those were just elderly women who wanted to develop pictures from their last family gathering or vacation. But once it was a really creepy older man.

At first he seemed nice and polite and he looked like a well kept elderly Business man. But after plugging in you could see all pictures saved on the medium (like a SD card or an USB Stick).

He wanted to select two innocent flower pictures or something and we had to look trough like 2000 files? But well, he had an amateur erotic photoshoot or something like that because there were many low quality pictures of him naked or half naked, with masks or leather lingerie for men

. I politely stood next to him and scrolled trough the pictures for him because my boss advised me to do it that way, except the customer didn’t want to. But he simply watched me with a creepy smile and didn’t say something.

I felt so uncomfortable and insecure and I never told my boss.”

10. Gettin’ dirty.

“Worked in a Kroger Photo Lab in the ‘rich’ area of town for about two years..

In the machine we used, we’d develop the film in one machine then feed it through a scanner to print, edit, etc.

Well, one day I come in and there’s like twenty rolls developed and waiting for me. My boss was basically like a second mom at the time, so she loved to give me embarrassing photos because I was very shy and she’d get a laugh teasing me about it.

Well, this slew of rolls happens to be from a biker rally, and as you can imagine there’s a lot going on and because of how the system works we have to go through each individual photo.

There was nothing but leather, tits, and leathery tits everywhere and a little group public sex peppered in here and there. It was wild. I was beet red the whole time developing it, and she had a laugh over my innocence. (It’s worth mentioning, I was an adult, it didn’t ‘hurt’ me or upset me or anything. Just embarrassing. So please don’t think badly of my boss dumb stuff like that was how we had fun with each other)

The revenge did come however, as she had a one hour order from a nice fellow, and she went and developed it and there were multiple rolls of a fella wearing a red dress with bright red painted fingernails and toenails just top down with his dong holding up the bottom of the dress, peeking out, and she had to review each photo individually thanks to that same system.

She was so embarrassed and her face was so red, she begged me to get the pictures for him because she couldn’t look him in the eye with a straight face after seeing that. I had a good laugh at her expense afterwards.”

11. That’s sad.

“Back in the late 90’s I worked at the Photo Lab in Wal-Mart. The companies policies on developing lewd photos meant I didn’t see anything too over the top but I did see something disturbing once.

The first half of the film roll contained pictures of an elderly gentleman celebrating his 75th birthday but then the pictures changed. The man from the birthday party was (and I’m not making this up) in a coffin.

The whole last half of the roll was pictures of the mans funeral.”

12. I saw EVERYTHING.

“My first job was at a photo lab that still processed old film rolls which we manually developed and printed, like I’m talking about hands in a black bag kind of old school.

At Christmas time, I was working on an order for an old couple that had been regulars for over a decade (and standing behind the counter waiting for their pictures, I might add). Well, apparently I wasn’t warned beforehand that at 17 years old, that I wasn’t supposed to handle this order while working alone.

This couple took dirty photos every year around Christmas and always themed, that year I got to see her as Santa’s naughty elf. And when I say see, I mean I saw everything.”

13. Yowza!

“Used to repair mobile phones so still saw hundreds if not thousands of personal pics, not on purpose but just because we used to have to manually back up pictures.

The most shocking was this 60+ year old woman in a gangbang. She had a distinctive tattoo on her shoulder which I noticed when she picked up the phone and in the pics.”

14. Burned into your brain.

“Naked pregnant woman wearing a bart Simpson full head mask.

12 years ago and I’ll never forget it.”

There sure are a lot of weirdoes out there, huh?

Have you ever had an experience like this at work? Or maybe you accidentally saw something on another person’s phone that you weren’t meant to see?

Tell us your stories in the comments!

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People Talk About the Weirdest Things They’ve Ever Found in Old Houses

When I was growing up, there was an old abandoned farmhouse at the edge of our neighborhood that we used to explore when we went out for bike rides.

It was spooky and sometimes we’d find things left behind by people who had obviously been sleeping the old house because it was in a pretty secluded location: clothes, sheets, etc. Luckily, we never ran into anyone else there…

It’s always fun to find stuff that belonged to people in old houses, isn’t it? It’s a nice little connection to the past.

Let’s look at some cool stories from folks on AskReddit who made discoveries.

1. That’s really cool!

“When we moved into my new house, there was an outlet in the bathroom that just would not work. Eventually, my dad got around to changing it.

When he pulled the face plate off, he realized that there was no electrical wiring. Instead, there was a plastic box attached to the back. Inside was a note from the people who owned the house in the late 60’s, welcoming the new owners (not us) into the house.

There were a couple of stories, well wishing, and 20 dollars to buy something nice for the house.”

2. In London.

“I had a house in London It was quite old ,circa 1835. In the basement the plaster was cracking a falling off of the one wall. We had to remove it to treat it with a damp proof membrane. Removing the plaster to bare brick revealed a bricked up doorway. We opened it up to see what was behind it.

It was a small room with a rough wooden bed all rotted away only the frame remaining and a upright chair.with the back broken and a kind of tailors dummy stood on a unplained wooden frame.

Mildewed newspaper cuttings where on the chair, most to badly rotted away but the ones in the center could be read. They were ink pictures of women with names like. “Florrie Corrigan the Irish rose” and “Irene Atkins the Clapham nightingale” Some had their faces disfigured or slashed. Some had dripping wounds and cuts drawn on them. Most had a big furry vagina drawn on.

My wife was fairly freaked and had a hippie chap come and pray / chant in the room to remove bad spirits.

It was nowhere near Jack the rippers haunts BTW, Ealing. A very respectable area.”

3. All kinds of weird stuff.

“Prosthetic leg in a pair of sweatpants.

Japanese stainless steel handgun packed in styrofoam sitting on somebody’s arrest record.

Cement autopsy table.

A $35,000 bar setup with 20′ brass foot rail, hand carved wood and trim everywhere in a house where every other room was filled with adult sized human diapers. That room was spotless, every other room was a hazmat situation.”

4. Hahahaha.

“I found an old pair of mens underwear. We put them in my friends drawer as a joke. A few months went by and nobody heard a thing about it. Went and looked in the drawer, he had been washing and wearing them the whole time!

He still doesn’t know.”

5. Tombstone.

“When I was in high school, my friends and I got drunk and decided to go through this creepy old house that sat on some of my friend’s farmland.

So, we make our way through the place and end up in the basement. By this time, we were all huddled up in a straight line and scared shitless. We only had a single flash light, and we were all fixated on where it was shining.

As the light moved across the floor, it showed a tombstone of one of the people that used to live there. Not a word or scream. Everyone decided to run at the exact same time.”

6. Oh, Dad…

“My dad’s report card at my grandmothers house.

Straight F’s. I saved it until mine came where he would yell at me for getting a D. Showed him and he shut the fuck up.

Will never forget that.”

7. Hidden passage.

“I found a hidden passageway to the police station in a house I used to live in.

The house was built 100+ years ago (and when you look at historical pictures, it’s the first house in the area for some time) and was built for the warden of the penal institution.

He designed the place to be a maze, and when the police station was built, ~10 years after the house was, iirc, he drilled out a path between his basement and a room in the police station.

The idea was if someone came after him, he could run down that path and get to safety after losing the suspect in the home.

When we discovered it, it went all the way to an office in the old police station that has now become a retirement center. It became a big deal for a week or so, and then everyone forgot.

The retirement home later sealed in the path about a quarter of the way in and we obviously weren’t able to do anything beyond that.”

8. Very strange…

“I was rewiring a home in a historic district. There was pretty much everything the family didn’t want left there. The strangest thing was the hand crafted shrine to aliens that was in the basement that had to be removed by means of sledge hammer and wheelbarrow. This was because she hand sculpted everything and fired it in her own kiln.

She then used some kind of mortar to set it in place. The thing was maybe 4 feet tall and 7 feet long. It was stepped up the wall in 3 tiers made of gardening cinder blocks. There were at least 175 sculptures of aliens with glassy eyes cemented in place.

The story was that she set the house on fire to kill the aliens. The lady was nuts. They actually had the bomb squad remove 5 filing cabinets filled with ammunition. She was apparently getting ready for a war with them.

That really tops it. Old crazy lady built an alien shrine and died in an intentional house fire she started.”

9. Creepy…

“I was on a Habitat for Humanity crew about five years ago and we were in the beginning stages of remodeling a house.

We had to gut pretty much everything but the outside walls and the frame of the house, so everyone working on this particular house grabbed a crowbar or sledgehammer and started knocking down all the walls.

On my first swing, about half the wall just collapsed and in about a second I was ankle deep in used utility razor blades.

As we were cleaning up the pile of razor blades, we found a picture of a little girl.”

10. Holy shit!

“Not me but my uncle was helping a friend move into a old house that he just bought. Guys went up into the crawl space attic and found a box that contained a skeleton of a young girl that detectives said had been there for about 50 years or so.

“I don’t think the guy ever told his wife about it.

11. That’s awesome.

“I actually just toured a house today that was built in 1846, and in the basement was a copper engraving of the entire town, signed and dated as 8/12/1889.”

12. Bootlegging days.

“The house I grew up in was built around 1919. During renovation my dad found an old gun in the wall. I think he gave it away to a friend of his who was a collector.

He also found a baseball bat in another wall. We’re pretty sure the house was used for bootlegging during prohibition because there was a warning buzzer wired into a wine cellar under the back yard.

There was also a secret ‘back staircase’ that led out into the garden.”

13. Payday!

“I once knew a guy who would clean houses for the police, like crack houses and stuff.

He once found a blow up doll stuffed with cash. No joke.”

14. Secret room.

“An ex of mine lived in a pretty old house. Behind one of the bottom cupboards in their kitchen there was a tiny door, just big enough for an adult to crawl through on his or her belly.

Once you crawled through, you could stand up in the little enclosed room, maybe seven feet high and 5’x4′. There was writing and graffiti all over three of the walls, but on one wall, there was this large Elvis statue. It almost looked like a shrine.

Now that I think about it, I wonder if it was some Underground Railroad hiding place or something.”

15. In the attic.

“My family moved into a house far from the city that we purchased “as is” from a devout Jehovah’s witness who hoarded things from the mid fifties right up until we purchased it in the early 2000’s.

Some of the things we discovered in the attic were:

  1. An urn filled with ashes. It appears to be Jainist because it has the backwards (original) swastika on the bottom. My father casually walked outside of the garage and dumped the ashes onto the grass. He said it was bad luck to keep someone else’s remains in the house. I still have the urn but couldn’t find the lid to it. I think I’ll live without it.

  2. Reader’s Digests from the 1960’s with articles titled “I am Joe’s Liver” and “I am Joe’s Man-Gland”. Besides the obvious cultural references, there are also gems like “The Negro’s Bright Badge of Courage” and “Does NATO Have A Future?”

  3. Boxes and boxes of Jehovah’s witness books, magazines and bibles. Those were subsequently burned in the rusty oil drums the house came with.

  4. A stuffed (taxidermied?) baby alligator and an alligator purse with head attached.

  5. An enema kit.

  6. Almost every get-rich-quick scheme invented in 60’s through 80’s. Amway kits, real-estate with no money down books, etc.

Long story short – Don’t buy houses “as is” unless you’re ready to deal with massive mounds of garbage in and around the house, among other problems.”

16. WTF?

“I used to do maintenance for a mobile home park. (Trailer park) Primarily cleaning up empty rental properties and fixing them up, making them suitable to be rented out.

This was several years ago. One morning I was ordered to go clean up a property that a couple had been evicted from. Now usually these units are nasty and the people that got evicted fuck everything up and just make a hell of a mess.

Upon entering the said trailer there was an extremely foul odor. It wasn’t feces….animal smells/piss whatever. I couldn’t quite tell. It was winter time. My nose adjusted and basically got used to the smell. After a while I started to realize the smell would get very strong every 20/30 minutes…when the heater kicked on.

I proceeded to open every heat vent and look inside to see if the assholes left something in them. In the back bedroom (where it smelled the worst) I found a grocery bag. I jumped back in horror because it was covered in blood. I puked right there on the spot. I couldn’t bring myself to look to see what was exactly in the bag.

Cops where called by me. What did it turn out being? A penis.

I wish I had proof, but its been way too long.”

Whoa! Those are pretty cool!

How about you?

Have you ever found something really interesting in an old house?

If so, tell us all about in the comments!

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Film Industry Workers Discuss What Work is Like When Everyone Knows They’re Making a Terrible Movie

Have you seen The Disaster Artist?

It’s a movie that came out in 2017 and it’s about the making of a film called The Room, which was released in 2003.

If you haven’t seen The Room, I encourage you to check it out because it is unintentionally one of the funniest movies ever made. It’s totally ridiculous, over the top, and has gained a cult following simply because of how bad it is.

The Disaster Artist perfectly captures the feeling of the people who worked on the set of The Room and it is pretty hilarious because they all know it’s going to be awful.

Here are some amusing stories from folks on AskReddit who worked on sets for projects that everyone knew were going to turn out bad.

Enjoy!

1. I love Roger Corman!

“I worked on a few Roger Corman movies in the 90’s so we knew were were making cheap throwaway films. Most of the people there were working to get experience and have a few things to put on resumes.

Things that would drop off quickly when better things came along. Just about everyone worked as hard as they could and had a great time busting our ass to make “Carnosaur III”.”

2. You can have some shitty days.

“I’m a camera operator.

It entirely depends on the mind set of the director and producer. In the entertainment industry, you’re working on people’s personal art in a lot of ways which can make those who created it take criticism personally. Much yelling and insults are thrown about when those in charge are having a bad day.

That can make for a REALLY shitty day if you’re the one they’re taking it out on. Those who say no one cares and it’s all for a paycheck don’t work closely with the creators.”

3. Uh oh…

“I recently worked as 1st Assistant Director for a short film and it was literally the director thinking that this script was all great but it had shitty dialogue and a terrible story that was unoriginal.

The producer had the same train of thought and cared for little pre production which made my job harder. Basically I had to convince the director and producer to get this one shot outside before sunset which they thought they could get later on.

Afterwards the DP thanked me and the director/producer turned around from their angst about moving from the location we were shooting a few scenes at to get this one shot.

This does not translate to every film job but it just shows how much pre production needs to be as big as a focus as production.”

4. Boring…

“My husband was a character actor for many years in movies. (Yes, you would have seen him) With very few exceptions, everyone is very professional on big movies, because that’s what it takes to get that far.

Someone is putting up a lot of money to pay all these people and everyone is serious about it. Sure there might be some eye rolling or lighting truck banter about some corny scene or whatever, but most people are just paying attention to their jobs, there is so much to do. Except for the actors.

The one time I went on the set, it was for a B movie he was essentially doing as a favor, had some ex-big stars in it, the call was for 7 am and he didn’t shoot until 3:30! We sat in a trailer watching tv all day. I don’t know how they do it. Gah! The boredom!”

5. Different experiences.

“I was in a movie for ScyFy.

Going in to it you know it’s not Shakespeare. Most people have the same attitude about it and that can make for a looser atmosphere. There is a ton of goofing around and generally not taking anything too seriously.

The pressure is less for a movie of that calibre. Because of that there is room to improvise. There is something fun about being in something terrible…sometimes. On the other hand, I have been in a bad TV show for ABC and it was not such a good time.

The pressure from the execs was palpable and it made everyone stress. The amount of money and resources that goes in to a show like that is mind boggling. When you have two weeks to shoot one show with huge set pieces and a large ensemble it makes the work less about getting it right and more about getting it in the can and off to the Studio.

We still had fun, but the pressure made for some interesting days.”

6. No clue.

“I was just the lead in a feature where the director really had no idea what he was doing. In almost every scene he broke some of the most basic rules of narrative filmmaking. In the very first cut of the movie he broke the 180 degree rule.

As the lead, I was in 90+ of 116 pages of the script and was filming 14-16 hours a day doing everything I could to try to make this film the best it could. Every time I caught him breaking a rule, I called him out on it.

He didn’t HIRE A CREW to help him make this movie. He hired a sound guy and figured he could do the rest. I’ve seen some of the footage and I think he was misled by his ego. The camerawork is unrewardingly ambitious and distracting.

Luckily for him he hired a great cast (not trying to say anything about myself, just the rest of the team). We, as the cast, became the crew. Every night, I helped hammer out the schedule for the next day, figure out what props we need, what scenes we didn’t get or need to reshoot, etc.

It was a headache after you’ve just filmed for 14 hours and am doing something that should have been done months ago.

All in all, we had hope that it’ll turn out alright. None of us really saw much of a future for it, but there might be some decent scenes to pull from.

It’s probably going to come out this summer and because my face is in almost every single scene, I can already tell I’m going to cringe almost the entire time watching it.”

7. Hard to tell.

“I have found its hard to tell if the film is really that bad. I mean I bet there were crew members on the original star wars going, “what the hell is this?!”.

I think its a bit of the opposite, every show/film is a gig and you’re working your position maybe trying to get moved up on the next show if the crew stays together.

But sometimes when you’re on something great you realize this. I saw this with my dad who was a production recordist. Worked show to show but then got on some no name show called “Seinfeld”. He rode that out year after year because he knew he was apart of something once in a life time.

Also the producers of Seinfeld were incredibly giving to their crews.”

8. A shoulder to cry on.

“I do Craft Service for a living and if things are going poorly I’m the first person everyone comes crying to, there’s comfort in snacks.

The crew, above the line people excluded, could care less whether the commercial/music video/ movie looks bad.

All they want is good pay, good food, and coffee.”

9. It depends…

“In my experience it can vary depending on who you’re around. Some people will realize what’s going on, then there are those who are going to believe in the product until the reviews come in.

For example, working on Pompeii the wardrobe department had made up pins that said stuff like “I wish a real volcano would hit this set” and you’d see a few people in the crew wearing them, but making sure not have them too visible down at the set because Paul w. S. Takes himself very seriously despite the amount of campy shit he puts out.”

10. Complete shit.

“I worked as a PA on a really low budget film in the 90s. Wasn’t in the industry, just that it was being filmed near my house and my friend was PA on the crew and offered me something to do for the summer.

The morale was complete shit. Nobody wanted to help anyone else. I had to argue with the producer to get $10 to buy nails so I could build a wall for the set. He wanted me to look around to see if there were any in the sawdust in the shop floor first.

The AD was getting the dick from the DP in a remote area of the location every day, and then she went OTR or something and started fighting with him openly on the set. Nasty, vicious stuff.

Oh and the food sucked.”

11. If…

“If the film is terrible but the production is smooth, that’s one thing; you can make fun of what’s going on, kind of just kid around on set, and deal with it. If the film is both terrible and terribly run, then you’re really in for a shitty ride.

If the crew isn’t really cared for, then a shitty project makes it all the more unbearable to keep trucking for. Of course, one keeps on trucking anyway because it’s still a credit.

But there have been times when I’ve dipped out of a project because it’s unpaid, poorly managed, and a total piece of shit on the other end–no upside at all.”

12. Won’t do that anymore.

“I did a few straight-to-dvd movies when I was just starting out and honestly I was optimistic it was just my inexperience leading to thinking it was bad …. and that the shitty script would get taken care of by good acting, and the bad acting would get fixed with good editing and the bad editing was when I gave up.

It was all around bad from the start, but I thought some saving grace would swoop in and save it at some point. And that’s why I don’t do indie (or low budget, straight-to-dvd) films anymore.

Why am I gonna bust my ass 22 hours a day for someone else’s shitty art?”

13. This is funny.

“Kind of a funny story about the filming of Super Mario Bros in 1993. Read this in the IMDb trivia… I personally love that movie:

“In his 2007 autobiography John Leguizamo states he and Bob Hoskins hated working on the film and would frequently get drunk to make it through the experience. Both men apparently knew the movie would turn out bad, so they simply tried to make the best of it. He also stated he felt one of the biggest reasons the movie turned out the way it did was because the directors wanted a more “adult” movie while the studio, considering the source material, was looking for a children’s film.”

14. Interesting…

“I saw a documentary that interviewed crew from the first Star Wars movie. A lot of them thought what they were going was laughable and ridiculous.

They thought the movie didn’t have a chance in the theaters. I can only imagine their attitude on set. When the movie came out the discouraged crew members were quite humbled, proud that they worked on the movie, and felt sorry for not working harder for Mr. Lucas.”

15. Don’t have much input.

“At the moment I am working as a camera assistant on adverts tv and film. The most common problem I come across is, that the camera man knows that a shot the director wants looks like shit.

But unfortunately, the camera man is not really allowed much input. The shot keeps on looking like crap and the director blames the cameraman saying he is doing it wrong when really the shot would never work in the first place.

Spent many a shooting day on one shot that is scraped on edit.”

Have you ever worked on a film or a TV show and you knew it was going to be a piece of garbage during the production?

If so, please share your stories with us in the comments!

We look forward to hearing from you!

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