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In this day and age, paying attention is harder than ever. A million things seem to be vying for our attention at any moment of any given day, so that makes these puzzles just perfect.
Close out the world for a bit and see if you can make your brain focus. Practice makes perfect!
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Continue reading when you’re ready for the answer!
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Who knew bananas could be good for more than eating? More than that – who knew there were 8 (or more) reasons to not chuck the peel as soon as you’re done?
Read on, my friend, because now the answer is YOU.
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The potassium in ripe banana peels can help reduce yellow stains from things like coffee and tea. After brushing, rub the inside of the banana peel on your teeth for two minutes and then rinse. For the best results, you’ll want to repeat the process every day.
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Bananas peels contain vitamin C, E, potassium, zinc, iron, and manganese, all of which calm inflamed skin and can help reduce breakouts. They also contain lutein and carotenoids, fat-soluble compounds that fight inflammation.
Just rub the peel over your skin, then let it sit for 5-10 minutes.
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We’ve talked about the vitamins and fatty acids contained in the peels, and those things are the same reason they can reduce the swelling and redness associated with scarring. Apply the banana peel to the affected area, leaving it for an hour or overnight, and repeat daily.
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Like the fight against acne, the vitamins and minerals in banana peels can help battle signs of aging. Leave the peels on affected areas for as long as you can stand (even overnight) and repeat 3x/week.
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Place a banana peel across your forehead and/or the back of your neck and let the potassium do its job. Even better if you can freeze the peel first and then leave it on until it warms up.
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The enzymes in banana peels contain a pulling acting that helps draw foreign objects to the surface of the skin. Simply apply a ripe banana to the affected area and let it sit for 15 minutes and your splinter should be easier to grab/extract.
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Place a banana peel (or a few) in your roasting pan for both flavor and moisture. The peel acts as a blanket, keeping fluids underneath!
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Banana peels will add calcium, magnesium, sulfur, phosphates, potassium, and sodium to your compost pile. Cut them into pieces and bury them, then water soon afterward.
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Think you know everything about everything? Check out these 12 surprising facts to find out if you’re right!
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If you survive a lightning strike, there’s a good chance you’ll wear a mysterious pattern called a “Lichtenberg figure” for the rest of your life…but no one knows why.
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A documentary film captures young dolphins sharing a puffer fish, which releases a nerve toxin that produces a narcotics effect in small amounts.
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Over half the women who develop heart weakness during or just after pregnancy recover spontaneously – a fetus basically ensures its own survival by protecting the mother’s heart.
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His name is Valeri Polyakov.
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You could download your favorite television series – all of it – in less than a second. That is, if you could access their private network.
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He wanted a lighter product but was told by engineers it was impossible. He tossed the prototype in a fish tank and when bubbles floated out of it as it hit the bottom, he said “those are air bubbles. That means there’s space in there. Make it smaller.”
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His name is Drew Manning and conducted the experiment in an attempt to understand why people want to lose weight.
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She normally appears on lists of the world’s richest people, but that year she didn’t because of her charitable contributions.
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You’d be able to see an ant from a 10-story building, to detect more colors and even UV radiation, and have a 340 degree visual field.
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All the trees in parks are numbered in order to collect data. They love their order!
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You’ll need a hanko, or personal seal, to sign any official documents.
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I don’t know about you, but I really miss some of the toys I played with as an 80s kid (and some of the food that will probably one day have given me seven kinds of mutated cancer). If there are products that you miss, check out this list – these folks have come up with some good ones!
“The original formulation for Pyrex glass that wasn’t so brittle.”
“Planters cheese balls (from the can), or their cheese doodles.”
“In Germany, there used to be this ice pop in a cup that was full of these fizzy bits that fizzed up on your tongue. It was called Blizz and came in two flavours, lemon and cola, and was intensely sour and really refreshing. It was released in 1994 or so and stopped a few years after. Even after so many year, I totally miss it.”
“Cool toys in kids’ cereal boxes.”
“I can’t find if anyone has mentioned it already but oh my gatos WENDY’S SPICY CHICKEN NUGGETS. All time favorite fast food item.”
“All the Lego products they no longer make, like Mars.”
“Those lifesavers hard candies with the cream and flavor (I loved strawberry).
And Philadelphia cream cheese bars. Those were my jam in middle school.
Edit- creamsavers and cheesecake bars. Thanks to those of you who reminded me haha.”
“Fried apple pies from McDonalds.”
“There were these peanut butter snacks made by Planters, I don’t know what they were called. They were made out of the stuff that ice cream cones are made out and filled with peanut butter. They were shaped like little peanuts. I miss the hell out of those.”
“Alpha Bits cereal.
There wasn’t anything special about the flavor (very lightly-frosted cheerio-like flavor). But every morning before pre-school and kindergarten, I would eat these for breakfast with my mom and we’d play the ‘Alpha Bits game’. I would randomly pick a letter from my bowl, and we would take turns coming up with words that started with that letter. When we couldn’t come up with anything anymore, we would shout ‘Eat It!’ and I’d eat the letter. Yes, breakfast took a while, but it’s a great memory.”
“Just going to list my Taco Bell wishes:
Baja Sauce
Spicy chicken crunchwrap
Volcano sauce
Diet Baja Blast (it existed for like 2 seconds, I swear to God)
Chicken Flatbreads
Beefy Crunch Burrito with the hot fritos
That’s just off the top of my head. All of those are better than trying to make any deep-fried chicken concoction they keep offering, which is all they seem to be doing these days.
Edit: The sauce on a Cheesy Gordita Crunch is a spicy ranch, not Baja.
Edit: Holy shit you guys love Chili Cheese Burritos”
“Full sized spare tires in cars… please and much thanks.”
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Human beings can be hard. We’re gruff, caught up in our own crap, or sometimes just having a bad day. Which makes it all the sweeter when you magically bond with a random person over a shared interest, moment of need, or common experience.
“One of my best friends took me out for “proper” Caribbean food, the place was legit. Looked like somebody just took out most of the walls on the ground floor of their house and started serving people food. It smelled amazing. It looked amazing. I had my friend order for me because how the hell was I going to know what was good?
It was hot. Spicy like I wasn’t ready for. It was like a punch in the throat… and then being kicked repeatedly in the mouth as you were trying to recover. The heat kept growing every time you thought it had to plateau. My head started leaking. My eyes watered. My nose ran. It felt like smoke should have been coming from my ears or lava from my mouth.
I glance up and there’s the one other not-Caribbean-looking person going through the same thing a few tables over. Bright red and glistening with sweat, snot, tears, saliva just panting and looking helpless.
We never exchanged a word but we were together in that moment. The split second I caught his eye was sublime. Everything I wanted to say but couldn’t was reflected back at me. All I wanted was to be understood and I was.”
“I was on a two week work rotation at a automotive plant down by Mexico city. My job was setting up some high precision measurement devices. One of the local interns came up to me and started asking all kinds of questions about my company’s equipment ( I think). Now, I dont speak a bit of Spanish beyond a few words and he did not speak English. He started to get real discouraged. Wanting to figure out what he was talking about, I got my phone and used Google Translate to ask him to use the phone. We sat in silence for the next two hours while I continued to work, passing my phone back and forth useing Google Translate to text each other. It was an odd experience and he was an awesome guy full of intelligent questions. I never went back to that plant but my coworker said he ended up doing his senior project on what my company was working on.”
“I have a standing coffee date with my friend at this tiny boutique coffee shop in NYC. The line can get pretty crazy, but we get there early enough to get seats most of the time. He and I are enjoying our lavender lattes and chatting about life, and I am watching the line grow longer and longer.
The clientele at this coffee shop ranges from tourists to midtown office workers in their business formal/business casual wear. One of the office workers in line opens up his wallet before his turn so he can pay quickly. He drops his credit card and sticks out his foot to soften the blow.
His credit card falls and gets stuck in the seam of his leather shoe at a perfect right angle. He is standing there with his leg still sticking out, his jaw open as he stares at this card quivering. He looks around to see if anyone else witnessed this, and our eyes meet.
His eyebrows shoot up and he points at his shoe. I nod furiously and give him the thumbs up. It’s his turn at the register so he pulls the card out reluctantly and pays. After he gets his coffee he comes over.
“Oh my gosh did you see that?!”
“IT WAS AMAZING! YOU ARE A NINJA!”
“BEST START TO THE MORNING EVER!”
We high five, and he leaves with his large iced caramel bourbon latte.”
“Dude was trying to sell me his mix tape every night as I’m walking into work for a solid week. After awhile I started ragging on him like “DAMN BRUH YOU STILL TRYIN TO SELL THAT SHITTY ASS MIX TAPE?!?!”
So for the past month when we pass each other in the parking lot we talk shit to each other to see who has the best insult of the night.”
“A few couples, gf and I included, were waiting to be seated at a restaurant, when a woman comes in with three or four small children. One couple had just finished eating and was walking toward the door to leave, when the smallest of the children walks right in front of the man and just stops directly in his path, maybe a foot in front of him, so he has to awkwardly stop and move around the kid. The kid’s mother snaps, “Say excuse me!” and the poor, shy woman who was with the man sheepishly let out an, “excuse me,” while looking at her feet, to which the mother just says, “not you.” As soon as that couple was out the door, everyone who had heard the whole exchange was cracking up over it.”
“I helped a guy on the bus figure out where to stop and told him what bus to catch next to get to his destination and he gave me a beer from his backpack. another guy recognized that it wasn’t a twist off so he whipped out his keychain bottle opener and opened it for me.
I never saw either of them again but they’re basically family.”
“This took place years ago. I was 17, flying on board a DC-9. I was sitting on a window seat, the middle seat empty. Some guy of about 40 I think, who I later realised was a very nervous flyer (1st time?) sitting on the aisle seat. Anyway, coming in for landing, this guy grabs my hand. I turn in shock and look at him. The fear and shame I saw in his eyes really shook me. Well, we held hands till we landed and he left without a word. I’m a guy.”
“Concerts. I’ve put my arms around people I’ve never spoken to and treated as if we’ve been friends forever
Edit. Reading your comments makes me happy. Lots of good memories at concerts”
“During Pokemon Go craze… saw this dude running towards my direction and I pointed to him where this Snorlax had appeared… he’s staying near my block so we exchange numbers and whatsapp each other when rare pokemon appears…. it’s crazy bonding with a random stranger for both 30+ guys playing pokemon lol”
“I was waiting for a bus at, like, 6:30 in the morning and there was a homeless lady at the stop, just kind of hanging out. My experience with homeless people and public transportation hasn’t been the best so I was immediately hyperaware of my surroundings and her presence. She came over and started making small talk and I didn’t get the sense that she was dangerous (a stereotype, I know) and so I tried to keep the conversation going because I didn’t want to be rude or upset her.
She ends up telling me how she used to live in the area and how she used to be an actress but got into drugs and pretty much lost everything. She started telling me about her experience as a homeless person. She said she was reluctant to accept clothes from strangers because other homeless people have beaten her up and robbed her for having nice jackets or shoes. She mentioned that she prefers sleeping on concrete because when she would sleep on grass in public parks, she could feel bugs crawling on her at night. She mentioned that she once saw a fatal car accident, and saw how people left flowers and candles at the site, and how lucky the victim must have been to have so many people love them.
My bus arrived and I said, “Well, it was nice to meet you. I hope you have a good day! What was your name again?” And I will never forget the look of surprise on her face as she said, with tears welling in her eyes, “I…don’t…remember. But you can call me Camille.”
I never knew what this meant but I interpreted it to mean that nobody had asked her name in a long time or that nobody had taken the time to have a conversation with her in a long time. Maybe she just needed to be heard. I have never seen her again but I will always remember that experience, as uncomfortable as it made me at first.”
“Truck driver ran out of fuel a mile from the truck stop I worked at with his young daughter in the truck. He walked to our store and I told the only other person working I was going to load up a five gallon bucket of diesel in my truck to get him to the pumps. We get to his truck and put the fuel in, won’t start of course because I was an idiot and didn’t think about needing to prime the filter. Go back for ten more gallons, prime it, finally get it started and he gets to the pumps to fill up. While he’s fueling I remembered I’d been killing our claw machine on my break earlier and I picked out a cute stuffed animal so when his daughter came in with him after fueling I could give it to her to make it seem like not such a big deal(she seemed very worried while we tried to get the truck going). It has been twelve years or so and I still have him on my Facebook and occasionally get to see updates on him and his lovely little girl
”
“Ripped open a strict Muslim girl’s dress in public. She was in front of me on an escalator and got it stuck at the landing. I couldn’t pull her loose and she was freaking the fuck out, so I went the desperate measures route. We had a good laugh about it after!”
“Years ago I took the train home late at night and right as I stepped into the train I saw/heard a girl crying in the seat-section next to me. I sat down but went to gave her a tissue after a while and asked her if she wouldn’t mind me sitting with her.
The minute I sat down she broke down completely and told me why she was crying. In our 24 minutes ride I knew about her situation – she was a foster-kid in her third family and the foster-dad kept hitting her and flirting with her. I called my mum who called child services and when we got to the train-station there was already someone who picked her up.
We stayed in contact for a few years and one day she messaged me that if I wouldn’t have talked to her, she would have killed herself that night.
We lost contact but I hope, she is safe.”
“Happened 4 days ago. i was on my scooter at the red light next to a guy on a motorcycle. I was looking at him, he was looking at me. I gave a bit of gas, he did the same. When the light turned green, i gave as much gas as possible and he did as well. Though in his case his motorcycle was far more powerful and he lifted of with his front wheel driving solely on his back one. He laughed, I laughed and drove away.”
“I was on a disaster date with another woman a while back. Before the date, she was super late to the bar and I struck up a conversation with the dude sitting next to me. We chatted for like an hour (she was SUPER late).
When she finally did arrive, my duderino at the bar was all ears. She went to the bathroom at one point; he leans over and says “I’m a straight man and I don’t think I’ve ever blundered as hard with a girl as she is with you.” And we proceeded to commiserate for a while till she got back. Even offered to buy my next round.
edit: for those asking, the date itself didn’t really go anywhere.”
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Have you ever almost died? I’m not sure I have, unless you count the many times someone almost kills you (or the other way around) while you’re both behind the wheel of a car. But these 15 people have some pretty crazy stories…or maybe cautionary tales, depending on your point of view.
“Was walking along not paying attention like an idiot, and stepped out in front of a double-decker bus. The guy behind me grabbed the hood of my sweater and yanked me back, but I was close enough that the bus still smacked into and broke my ‘leading’ foot. If he hadn’t been there, or I wasn’t wearing a hoodie, or I was a bit heavier, that would have been my head.”
“Was in a bad wreck with an 18 wheeler when I was 16. I was on the passenger side in the back seat and the car we were in got crushed when the trailor jack knifed and squished us between the truck and trailer. None of the first responders could believe nobody in our car was killed or even really hurt.
Then in 2015 I was pistol whipped in an armed robbery. It felt like the whole side of my head caved in when he hit me. I actually do have a dent in my skull from it
Edit: Holy wow at the upvotes. Also my phone shit the bed while replying to comments and posted several times but I’m enjoying seeing y’all repeat it so much not even gonna fix it lol.”
“Got my head stuck in a library book return slot.”
“When I was 5 or 6 I had chickenpox and meningitis which apparently could have gone either way.
Fast forward 10 years and I nearly feel a few hundred feet into a quarry. Because I was a stupid kid, I was sat on the edge when it gave way. I was just lucky that my friend reacted as quick as he did and grabbed me. Needless to say I didn’t get too close to the edge after that.”
“When I was about 12 years old, I was all ready to go to my Karate lessons with my brother. We were high belt grades so really into the contact side of it. I’d mentioned a rash to my dad, that he dismissed as heat rash. Before leaving I showed it to my mum who had just come in from work.
She thought it was meningitis and rushed me to the hospital after dropping my brother off for his lessons. Turns out it was a super rare blood disorder causing my body to attack the platelets, which are the clotting mechanism in the blood. Essentially, if I’d gone to the Karate lesson instead of talking to my mum, I could have caused some internal bleeding and died.”
“My maths teacher wouldnt open the window in our very stuffy classroom. This induced a asthma attack and she denied me going to the bathroom because she thought I was faking. 3 hours later I came round from an asthma attack, being told I was hanging by a thread.”
“When I was 8, I very nearly drowned in a swimming pool in France. I was playing on the divider between the deep and shallow areas – which was effectively a row of large boulders – and slipped between two of them, getting my leg firmly stuck (and badly cut up in the process). I was trapped, hanging upside down in the water, and unable to twist my leg at all.
The only sign that anything was happening on the surface was the very tip of my foot sticking out, mostly obscured by the boulders, so there wasn’t a good chance that anyone would spot anything unusual. I remember looking at all these upsidedown legs moving in the water and thinking “This is how I’m going to die. In France.” After what felt like an age, I vaguely remember seeing two big hairy legs move towards me, and next thing I knew I was forcefully yanked out of the water, with blood dripping into my eyes. The guy carried me to the side and made sure I was alright. No idea what would have happened if he hadn’t noticed.”
“Had a bad cough so I went to the doctor. He gave me a puffer (can’t remember what it was called) and when I went home I fell asleep.
Something woke me up from a dead sleep and when I sat up I started having a hard time breathing. I couldn’t talk at all so I had to write on a pad of paper to tell my boyfriend, now husband, to take me to the hospital.
I wrote down my symptoms for the triage nurse and she asked me if I could l talk I shook my head no but she made me try. I choked out an “ok” and she said I could talk and said I could go home since I’m just sick or I could wait.
I waited 4 hours in the waiting room and couldn’t get a great breath unless I was sipping water. It was getting frustrating watching people go in before me. I know a lot of them had good reason to be there but with how few people were actually there is was evident she kept me as the lowest priority.
When I finally went in I was feeling like death and even the few tests they did were like torture. The nurses and doctors in the actual ER were very nice and gentle but it still was awful at that point.
A short time after they were done the tests the doctor came in and said I was septic and I should have come in earlier. Any longer and my organs would have shut down and I would have died.
My boyfriend told him I had been in the waiting room for 4 hours and the doctor was pissed. I don’t know what happened to the triage lady but I hope she got in some kind of trouble. I know they have to deal with a lot but her bad day could have been a worse day for me and my family.
I was put on an antibiotic pump for a week but it took a couple weeks to feel like myself. The doctor said I could have easily stayed asleep and died at home so it was good I woke up.”
“I’m a paratrooper in the 82nd airborne division and had the (now rare) misfortune of suffering a static line injury. Essentially the cable that opens my chute is attached the top of my chute and the inside of the plane. Through bad luck i ended up with too much slack and it wrapped my arm. I bounced off of the outside of the plane and my parachute was too twisted to open properly. I ended up with a torn bicep and shattered shoulder blade. All things considered my injuries should’ve been way worse and i’m lucky to be alive.”
“I was crossing the street once and there were large bushes at the corner of the sidewalk. A car took the turn incredibly fast, but my tall friend saw it a bit early and pulled me back. The car was an inch or two away from me.”
“I was on my motorcycle as a six-car accident happened AROUND ME. I came around a curve on the interstate as one car hit the concert barrier and spun out into four lanes of traffic. Cars were spinning and rolling around me, and I was barely even dodging, it was like they were dodging me. I pulled off and as I was coming to a stop a semi came sliding sideways through the whole mess. I hit the throttle again and it smashed into the guardrail a meter or two behind me. It was like seriously like a car chase action movie, except it was all luck and not skill. The throttle punch at the end was the only thing that was on purpose.
Edit: just feel compelled to say wear your helmet and gear! Don’t be like this girl and wait for something like this to happen before you get religious about it.”
“I had an accident while moving a big antique mirror by myself at home. It broke and half of it fell onto my neck. It severed my jugular vein and I came within a few minutes of bleeding to death. The paramedic who saved me said I lost about 2 litres of blood (a little over 4 pints) and I was extremely lucky to survive. Here is a picture of my stitches.”
“I as born somewhat premature and my small intestine hadn’t fully hollowed out so I had to be airlifted to another hospital and have that section cut out. Still have a huge scar on my stomach from that.
Then in second grade I got chicken pox and ended up having viral encephalitis as a complication. One thing I remember was a woman visiting me in the hospital and I asked her name, and it was the same as my mom’s name so I told her that. Turns out it was my mom and I just didn’t recognize her at the time. I spent two weeks in the hospital with that.”
“The ocean vs me at 12.
Me and my sister loved doing this thing, were we would let ourselves get hit by large waves. The feeling of getting pulled in and slammed down as a kid was exhilarating. Well, one day, the ocean was unusually rough. The waves were gigantic and there were rip tides. My dad told us we can’t go in the ocean. But the waves were so huge, we had to give hit a try.
We snuck off. Sat in front of our impending doom. This 8-10 foot wave starts coming in. Takes all the water with it. When it began to crest, I got the “oh shit this is going to hurt” feeling but at this point it was too far to go back. It comes in picks me and my sister, slams me face first on the beach. Scratches the fuck out of my face and arms on the beach shells.
Most waves when they crash, there is very little water left on the beach. Yet, this one was so huge, it left a ton. enough that we were both strong swimmers, but the current still could pull us back into the next one. It did this 2-3 times. Until we were both either concussed or tired enough that we couldn’t fight back. The last one pulled us deep in the ocean.
We tried to swim toward the beach, but to no avail, we kept going further and further. But an old man, probably in his 60s spotted us. He swam up to us. But he only grabbed my sister. Begun to trek back to the beach.
So, I’m there. 12. Probably concussed, bleeding, very tried, just looking at the shore line, it gets so far, I can barely see the shoreline. Alone, am like okay, lol, fuck this is how I die.
Remember pondering my death, but I was too tired to do anything but just stay afloat.
After what seemed like an eternity, the old man swims back and finds me. Takes me to shore. Besides the ass beating, I got from my dad. I also was traumatized by the ocean. I probably didn’t go back in it for like 4 years. Even today, I’ll go. But its just uneasy feelings and definitely not going deeper than I can stand.”
“First two times I was rushed to the ER anaphylactic shock. I swear if my mom wasn’t beside the hospital bed crying the 1st time I would have let go.
Third time I was on a plane landing at the airport, but clearly flies around it a couple times. The captain comes on the speakers and informed us the wheels may not be locked/deployed. The landing way was lined all sorts of fire/EMS trucks. No problem with the landing, everyone cheered when we touched down. The captain said it was probably just a burnt out light.
I started having seizures in my late 20s, resulting in permanent partial blindness. I kind of brushed off the danger of seizures until I had one for more than a half hour. The neurologist explained that it’s really bad for your brain and I was lucky to still not be a brain dead vegetable, let alone alive.”
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Here are the 12 things cleaning professionals wish people would realize need to be cleaned – are you guilty?
“If you have toddlers/short children – the entire inside perimeter of your house at the 2.5ft mark has a layer of snot encrusted dirt that’s built up over the years that you are most likely blind to by now.”
“When I did housekeeping during college, I noticed that many people neglect to take down their shower curtains periodically for washing.
That’s the accumulation of body oils, fluids, etc that has splashed off your body. You can disinfect and make a bathroom sparkle, however, the stench off the ripe curtain…ick.”
“Their fans. Mfs be having the DUSTIEST ceiling fans in the world. How do y’all sleep with those things spinning? It’s like snow.”
“Coming from someone who is taller than average I’d like to mention that many people only clean to their eye level.”
“Clean the things you use to clean other things.
Replace your kitchen sponge at least twice a month. Wash your towels weekly. Leave the door to your washing machine open after each cycle so it doesn’t mildew. You get the idea. If these things aren’t clean, it can manifest in big ways. Ever met one of those people who has a faint musty/sour smell even after showering? Chances are they’ve been using the same nasty bath towel for weeks/months and don’t notice the smell from it anymore.”
“The dish drying rack. I’ve never seen anyone with one that wasn’t fucking horrific looking.”
“I learned about this when I was being trained to clean professionally…
You really need to take the toilet seat completely off every now and again – every 6 months minimum to clean the sludge that accumulates around the screws and fittings.
It’s really gross. Wear gloves.”
“People who are busy but wonder how it looks different when I do it, the finishing touches they miss are polishing or wiping down their kitchen bin, kettles and other shiny things on their counters. One job I struggle with is removing hair from a plug hole and as I rule, I don’t do it because i’ll spend the day heaving. People forget to clean their taps, door handles and light switches, yet they are probably the most used item.”
“Honestly? Even in the wealthiest of homes the bathrooms were an absolute nightmare. Grime so thick on the walls you could make an entire bar of soap out of it. Hard water stains were even harder. We had this fancy pumice stone that we’d use to scrub majority of it away. A lot of us would use toilet bowl cleaner on the entire bathroom. It had some really strong compounds that would just cut right through that stuff.”
“I cleaned houses in college…clean your microwaves people.
Baseboards and windows are less disgusting, but more often neglected.”
“The fan heaters. I unplug mine and use a skinny crochet hook to yank the hair and dust out of ours.
I have seen one catch fire. Clean them, it’s important.”
“Not a pro, but worked housekeeping at a hotel for a bit. Wash your walls. You don’t have to go all out, just if you see scuffs wipe them off. Even if you’re not smoking inside or anything, so much grime builds up on walls.”
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You might need this knowledge for yourself one day…but hopefully not while you’re looking in the mirror.
This list was compiled by British psychologist and author Kevin Dutton for his book, The Wisdom of Psychopaths.
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Psychopaths want power and control, which is given out to those serving the public. They can also be good in a crisis, since they don’t take people’s feelings into account while executing their job.
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Surgeons have to make fast decisions that may be morally difficult for the non-psychopath, and they have to remain calm in intense situations.
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Psychopaths are resistant to stress and thrive in chaos – two qualities that go hand-in-hand with crazy kitchens and long work weeks common in the restaurant business.
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According to this book, having a psychopath on your sales team can lead to a marked increase. They’re confident, charming, and manipulative – plus they thrive in competitive environments.
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Sad, but true….being a member of the clergy not only gives a person a certain amount of power, but it gives you access to information that could be used for blackmail or manipulation purposes.
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Psychopaths have no trouble being calm in front of an audience, and their ability to charm and believe in themselves plays an important role in career advancement.
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Again with the position of authority and power – policemen who work in extra dangerous areas are likely to be psychopaths. They take pleasure in being around bad situations and can remain calm while doing so.
Statistics also show that 40% of police families endure domestic violence – 2x more often than other families.
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A successful lawyer is able to lie, hide their true feelings, and ignore their conscience – a perfect job for a psychopath.
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Seeing your name in print is good for feeding one’s ego, and it’s a job where a competitive drive will get you far.
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Psychopaths are so good with stress that they often prefer operating in chaos since it makes them look better and more powerful in the eyes of others. Studies claim that up to 20% of CEO’s in large companies show a strong inclination.
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Secrets have a funny way of coming out, but for these 12 people, they say they would never bring themselves to tell the truth – not even to the person who the secret was about!
“When my mom was a teenager, my grandma slapped her over something stupid. My mom then slammed my grandmas head into a mirror, and they basically got into a fistfight. They both look at themselves (and each other) as very “proper” ladies, and would be horrified if they found out I knew.”
“Grandfather loves his PC, browsing the internet, reading bible posts, news, etc.
A wise man at times and someone who I have a lot of respect for and enjoy his company, but I’ll be damned if every virus he’s gotten is something pornography related. Just rolling through the history though, its all pinup style images of actresses/celebrities. Classy stuff honestly. I just always clean up the computer viruses and delete his history.”
“I found out that my grandpa was paying the mortgage on my aunt’s house for about 4 years, up until she passed away. My cousins don’t know that he was paying for them to live there rent free, and they didn’t treat him very well. It’s not really something worth telling them about, but they’re incredibly entitled and rotten people.”
“My brother has used the same cleaning lady for the past 15 years. She insisted that she was an Austrian expat, but about 10 years ago she was invited to our family’s 4th of July party. She’s around mine and his age and stuck around to drink a bit with us after “the adults” had left. She confessed to me when she was drunk on schnapps that she’d actually been born in East Germany, her dad was in the Stasi, and her mother ran him over with the family Trabant. With the uproar in the family there and the political situation she moved here when she was about 10 or 11 with some family already in the States. Totally surreal to hear from a mild mannered European maid. I am not sure if she remembers telling me that but it’s been a decade and I haven’t said anything to anyone.”
“One of my friends has 2 brothers, one younger, one older. His older brother is from a man his mother cheated on his father with. His dad stuck around through it and raised him as his own even though he knew. My friend has no idea. I would never tell him. His mom and my mom were best friends, we used to hang out practically since birth.”
“I know several of my friends are the results of affairs.
Growing up as an only child. Often playing alone whilst adults talk. They forget you are there. Seriously, I know more than I should about even my own parents.”
“When my mother passed away (I was 15) I was given a book of her poetry she had written for my father when they were married. All of the poems had little extra notes at the front of them explaining what the poem was about.
One poem was about my dad, my mom, and his first wife all having sexy times in a tent while camping. There were a few more poems about their times together. My dad left his first wife at some point after these encounters and married my mom shortly after.
I never told my dad, and he passed away long ago now. His first wife I see regularly at family holidays since her son’s are my half brothers. I’ve never told her either.”
“My first boyfriend in high school apparently had a scat fetish, but he never asked me to help him satisfy it or mentioned anything to me about it. One morning when I had slept over his house the night before, I woke up before him and went to go use my laptop, but it was dead and I had forgotten to bring my charger, so I went on his computer instead for a little bit. I was looking through some pictures of us that he had in a folder on the computer, and then I randomly clicked on a folder that was just named “fs” (no idea what that name was supposed to mean). In this folder were several video files with names that made it clear that they were scat porn. I didn’t watch any of them and never told him I had found them, and like I said, he never mentioned his fetish to me either.”
“I once borrowed my older cousin’s laptop, when I was maybe 13 or so. Opened it up and BAM Pokemon porn. Pokemon porn everywhere… and lots and lots of hentai.
I never told him I saw it. However, he’s always dated somewhat bigger girls and everytime I see him with his gf I can’t help thinking he’s dating her partially because she’s got hentai boobs.”
“My dad is the result of rape.
The story we were always told was that my grandfather’s buddy knocked up his teenage sweetheart when they were stationed in Germany when he had a wife back home, so my grandparents decided to adopt him.
When I moved to Europe I decided to go looking for my dad’s family. I found them pretty easily, but my bio grandmother didn’t want anything to do with me. My two uncles wanted to meet me though, and were very pleased to do so.
While talking to my uncle when we were out drinking I mentioned understanding why his mother might not want to meet the child of her teenage mistake but still being bummed out about it. He demanded I explain the what I had been told about his mother. He was completely floored that it had been framed as her mistake at sixteen, and that’s when he told me the truth: My grandfather had raped her when she was twelve and she had given birth to my father at thirteen. He was drunk and an Army MP when it happened, and then coerced her into giving up the baby to him and his wife. Nothing was ever done about the rape.
I was completely horrified, especially as someone who had been sexually assaulted as a child. He wasn’t a warm and cuddly granddad type, but I would’ve never suspected he could’ve done that to a child. My father wasn’t father of the year by any means, but I don’t know how he would deal with it, so I don’t intend to ever tell him.”
“My mom had a really, really big issue with me being a lesbian. It was the worst when I was a teen and she’s totally over it now (thank goodness), but it was rough.
I remember sitting with her in the kitchen one day and she’s screaming at me over it, which was pretty rare for her. She goes on and on about how she loves her friends “but I would never want to sleep with them!” And I was like, “Yeah, because you’re straight…?” And she got very flustered and continued on her tirade, basically centered around me acting on my attraction, not having my attraction.
Well, I was discussing this nearly a decade later with my dad and he goes, “I mean that kind of makes sense, considering what happened with Sarah when they were in school.” Cue tires screeching in my brain. Sarah was killed in a car accident the summer before my mom’s senior year of college. They were going to be sharing a room in a suite with two other girls, were best friends, etc.
My dad said you would have thought she’d been widowed. She even forewent living with my dad to live with Sarah and he had had suspicions that something was going on with them, but mostly stayed out of it.
So I questioned him further and he confirmed my suspicions (which I’d had since I was young and totally confused about my mom’s over-the-top reaction to me being gay): she definitely had a crush on her friend Sarah and her dying left a scar on my mom that basically made her think that her feelings were wrong/responsible for the death/bad luck/I don’t know what. Not to mention, it was probably completely unresolved and so she was just left to wonder about what could have been.”
“I was at a friend’s house and I needed a towel. Found a drawer where she was storing a bunch of different dildos. I’d never seen so many, so much variety. There were like 20.
She never talked about sex, and had never had a partner. It has been 15 years, we’re still friends. I’ve never brought it up and never will unless she tells me she collects dildos.”
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Some people believe in ghosts. Others claim they couldn’t possibly exist. And some don’t really seem to know what to think.
No matter where you fall on the scale of skepticism, there’s no doubt these 12 people’s stories will give you something to think about while you’re trying to fall asleep tonight.
“My husband, parents and I were camping in the Missouri Ozarks. It was fall, around 10:30 at night and we were sitting around the campfire. A white ball of light ~ basketball sized ~ appeared suddenly in the distance off to our right. It traveled extremely fast along the ground through the trees and stopped in my husbands lap. It moved across him, me, my mom and dad over about 10 seconds before it sped off to our left over the horizon and was gone. There was no sound, no airplane noise, or cars around. We were by ourselves on about 200 acres of forest. My dad walked a ways in the direction it went but said he couldn’t see anything. Years later, I’m still scratching my head over what it was.”
“I may as well comment but unsure whether it’s paranormal.
Was about 13 years old, common for my mom to leave and spend the night at her friends house after a night out (split parents) and this was one of those night. She left, locked doors, put sister to bed (she was about 8-9) and proceeded to stay up until I fell asleep around 11 or 12.
Woke up to banging coming from the shed outside. From my bedroom window I can see out the back and peeked through the blinds. I assumed the sound was my golden retriever digging by the shed or something, but I peeked out and could see the dog standing still, staring towards the shed. Now this made me scared because I couldn’t see the shed from my window. I texted Mum to see if she had come home to no reply. Eventually I muster up the courage to get out of bed and look out the living room window at the shed (which had stopped banging). I was less nervous now because I assumed it was a possum that had got stuck in the shed through the window but had since got out. The weird part is when I ventured to the front of the house, where the front door was wide open along with the front windows and living room light was on. I know for a fact I had turned the lights off and locked the door. I then proceed to grab a knife and check on my sister while turning every light on in the house while searching for an intruder. Was scared shitless.
Can’t explain to this day.”
“My grandmother died when I was in Kindergarten but when I was little I remembered she would put wet washcloths on my cousins foreheads when they were teenagers and wouldn’t get out of bed. We used to all get a laugh out of it. One time in college I had an exam at 7:00 am and I am notorious for sleeping late on accident. Anyway the morning of my exam my alarm didn’t go off but I feel a really cold wet feeling on my forehead, like a wash cloth. It immediately woke me up and I saw my grandmother standing over me telling me I needed to get up and out of bed. I looked at my alarm and it was *6:45. I still made it to the exam.”
“I was 4 or 5 and had a dream about this guy with a hole in his throat in my bedroom. He told me not to be scared and I told him I wasn’t. He said he just wanted to ask questions about the family, how everyone was doing and I told him, then I woke up.
I told my grandmother about the dream and she turned white. Got out a photo album. I saw his picture and went “That’s him! But why did he have a hole in his throat?”
It was my great grandfather who died two years before I was born. He had had a tracheotomy due to throat cancer.”
“I was home alone. Around the age of 16 and I had a dog. She is super super calm and only barked when something scared her. She was upstairs barking like crazy. Naturally I got scared. So I got out of the washroom, left the light on and the door open, walked up stairs to my dog and saw she was barking at nothing. Still a little spooked I grabbed a metal base ball bat that I had in my room. After grabbing it I go back to my dog and she just stares at me. Very intensely and quickly she looks at the stairs. When she does that I hear very loud footsteps from the floor below. I slowly and quietly make my way down the stairs but I pause about half way down. While walking I immediately noticed the bathroom door, that I left open, was closed.
The light was also off. Because of the style of door knob, I could also tell that the door was locked. This door also could be unlocked of a key incase of emergency (elderly grandparents used to live with us). I grabbed the key and unlocked the door. Nobody. Not a surprise though. Almost immediately after opening the door I hear very loud and aggressive footsteps now coming from upstairs. I decide to go back upstairs to the room my dog was in (my sisters room) and check on her. When I get back up there I decide its probably the best time to nope the fuck out of there. But I didn’t. The room that my dog is in has the lights on door closed and door locked. Good thing I know how to pick locks because we lost the key to that room years ago. So yea there was no one in there but fuck some ghost fucking locked some doors in my house.”
“As a kid I always had trouble sleeping. Even in kindergarten I would never nap during the day, and the teachers would separate me from the other kids during nap time, as I kept them awake.
Even in the middle of the night, I would wake up, and I just couldn’t go back to sleep, no matter how hard I tried. As I started to grow older, I just accepted it, so I just would end up watching TV until the rest of the house woke up.
Around 1st or 2nd grade, I remember I woke up one night and my mom was just sitting on the floor beside my bed, resting her back on my nightstand. I remember asking her why she was there, and she told me that she was keeping an eye on me cause I was sick, and then told me to go back to sleep. So I went back to sleep.
This went on for about a week, until one day I decided to question her about it. She said that she had no idea about what I was talking about, and that she never stood by my bed all this time.
That night, I woke up again, sure enough, my “mom” was there comforting me and telling me to go back to sleep. I told her that she wasn’t real, but she kept insisting that she was. So I just tried to touch her, and that’s when she disappeared.
She started to appear less and less, and she would go away when I tried to touch her. After a while, it got to a point that when I woke up in the middle of the night, I would just swat the air near my nightstand and then go back to sleep without even opening my eyes. And then “she” went away and never appeared again.
I think about it often and I have no explanation for this. It definitely sounds like something that would happen to a schizophrenic, but I am a fully functioning adult, with no mental health issues with a steady income, and currently working on getting my masters degree.
I have not gotten any sort of hallucinations ever since this incident, but I still have trouble sleeping. I never sleep during the day, as it disorients me, and when it becomes nighttime, I basically don’t lay down until I am so tired that I just pass out as soon as my head touches the pillow.”
“Geez, where to start…
I lived in a three bedroom apartment with some roommates while I was stationed in Gaeta, Italy (Navy). There was a poltergeist that haunted all three floors that we named “Calvin”. Calvin liked to take things only to return them later, rattle dishes, throw people off of the couch, etc. One day I came home after standing the 4 AM to 8 AM watch and I was really tired. Calvin had been quiet for a while, but that day decided to start rattling plates in the kitchen just as I was starting to doze off. I just ignored him and tried to go to sleep and would have if he hadn’t walked across the bed -I could feel the mattress indent as he moved.
One day a friend was over at the apartment cleaning it while we were out to sea. She was washing the windows and had left the living room to get some clean water. When she came back it looked like someone had breathed on the glass to fog it over and the word “Calvin” was written on the fog. Needless to say she didn’t come back to the apartment.”
“My parents lived in a old house to awaken to a knocking on the window, when my dad pulled the curtain aside there was a thing. He was asking my dad to let him inside. He describes the thing as a human form but no facial features.
To top it off they had a friend staying with them later, the same thing was knocking and scratching on his window pleading to be let in.
Needless to say he wasnt let in. They left soon after that.”
“I was once at my grandmother’s for Christmas when I was about 11 or so. It was Christmas eve and I was sharing a room with my father, him being fast asleep and snoring on the bed opposite me. Throughout that age I had a lot of trouble getting to sleep, I was always a massive insomniac, and with my dad snoring away was basically just being kept wide awake.
At some point, long after everyone in the house had fallen asleep, while I was still wide awake, I was jolted into the most intense state of fear I think I have ever experienced.
From the three foot space behind me that separated my bed from the door, I shit you not, the most intensely gravelly and hoarse voice I’ve ever heard fucking announced to the room; “I’m Santa.”
It scraped through me and I just fucking froze. There was no transition between the before, during or after it spoke, as there would be from “waking up”, so I am still convinced that I had not somehow fallen asleep. I literally just lay there in complete terror, facing my dad as he continued to snore and refusing to turn around. I lay like that for ages, sweating buckets upon buckets into my bed sheets, and I guess eventually passed out. Woke up Christmas morning afraid and terrified, with a very clear memory of it all.”
“A voice spooked the fuck out of me when I was 17.
Backstory, I was in what Americans would call high-school I guess (Finland, different system) in another town. I’d come home to my parents for the summers.
So, being 17 and having older friends, they were usually out at bars with my older brother so I couldn’t really join. But it was all good, my brother had a killer pc at the time and I just loved Borderlands. So, I spent the nights playing that, accompanied only by my dog who would sleep calmly on my bed behind me.
So, headset on, I was playing NG+ and was ready to go to Sledge as I feel a breath in my neck and hear a very audible whisper saying “What do you want?”
I freeze, afraid to turn. I gather my courage and take the headphones off and turn sharply ready to react to anyone who might be behind me.
But all I see is my dog, shivering and trembling, looking scared af with his tail between his legs. No bark, nothing, which was odd since he is a Jack Russell.
Still don’t know what it was. But it did fuck me up for a while.”
“I work in this old ass theatre that was built as a vaudeville house in about 1900. I don’t even believe in ghosts but this damn place is haunted. Every theatre has its ghost, I know; I think they come free with the rigging setup. But those are out of tradition, and something to blame for whatever you misplaced. This place is different tho. Some parts were built on later, and those parts aren’t as bad. Nothing weird goes on in the scene shop or the offices. But the equipment stored under the stage moves, you always feel watched in the lighting booth, and once the fucker turned the light off on me when I was minding my own business in the bathroom of an original dressing room. I watched the switch flip. That little shit.
Edit: yes, I still don’t really believe in ghosts. But that almost did it.”
“My house is old and constantly has weird things happen in it. One night my ex and I were fast asleep when someone or something banged on our bedroom door. I know it really happened because we both woke up. I quickly grabbed my gun out of my nightstand and flung the door open within like 5 seconds of this happening and no one was there. I ran throughout the entire house with my chest pounding fully expecting to find an intruder. All I found was my dogs asleep on the kitchen floor. They bark at everything and are very good guard dogs meaning that they heard nothing. I still cannot explain how this happened.”
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