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Zoidberg747

My blades will find your heart
The plot is much thicker than that.
He lied, after sex he initiated, because someone walked in on us (This is in college), and he was too afraid of being outed. So instead he goes door to door waking up people to tell them about it while I'm passed out. I didn't even find out about this until 2 days later.
My bad about assuming it was a girl. Yeah that is crazy.
 

The PantyChrist

Rest in Pantiez
I was at a friends birthday party a few years ago and on top of a few drinks I had had some shitty pizza at the place next to the bar. The next part was kind of a blur but we went to a rave after hours and I puked out the side of my friends car and blacked out, like literally repainted the side of her car with vomit. I think I came to around 5 or 6 in the morning and mostly coherent, and the party was dying so my friend dropped me off at my car. Now this part may or may not have been a good idea, But I decided to drive home. By this time I'm coherent, though still puking from what I later found out to be food poisoning. Like I am literally stopping at every intersection to puke out my car door, this went on for roughly 20 minutes until I got to the highway and finally stopped puking. Luckily I never drove by a cop. Anyways I'm driving down the highway doing maybe 70 and and a guy merges onto the highway in front of me doing only about 35 and essentially cut me off so I swerved out of the way. I had slowed down a bit, but still being cut off at 60 mph sucked. I ended up spinning out, I swerved towards the median, then swerved towards the ditch before settling in the middle of the highway.. backwards... Facing the guy who cut me off. My car had done a complete 540 and we stopped on the highway. Anyway I did a 3 point turn or whatever and drove home
 
My worst life experience hasn't even happened yet. Seriously I'm only 25, think it's a bit early to declare something as the worst moment of my life when I'm not even half way through yet. XD
 

Juggs

Lose without excuses
Lead Moderator
My worst life experience hasn't even happened yet. Seriously I'm only 25, think it's a bit early to declare something as the worst moment of my life when I'm not even half way through yet. XD
Can't tell if this is a troll or not. But your life is everything you've experienced until this moment. By the logic you're presenting, everyone's worst experience will be them dying. Pretty sure this is just troll, though. XD
 
Can't tell if this is a troll or not. But your life is everything you've experienced until this moment. By the logic you're presenting, everyone's worst experience will be them dying. Pretty sure this is just troll, though. XD
No I'm just saying what is the worst thing I experienced so far could be minor to something I experience later. I've lived a pretty boring life but who know, maybe I'll be caught in a gas explosion later in life.
 

Jaku2011

Filled with determination
Which is worse being dumped for a guy at a job you got her, or being lied to taken advantage of and losing a lot of money to a girl that meant everything to you. Can't decide which one hurt more. Either way both have contributed to my trust issues.
 

mkkevin

Noob
6th grade. I know it sounds kinda idiotic, but it’s true. Right now I’m about to turn into a Junior in High School, and trust me I really had a hard time that whole period. You see, my mother married some godforsaken asshole, and he used to beat me and my brother a lot, and my mother was blinded with him. It really hurt whenever he would punch me, but I guess it’s because I was so young. Eventually, my mother had enough and moved to a new school, and I left my friends behind. It was so hard to say goodbye, and I was devastated and happy at the same time. The school I went to was rough because it was way different. I was an innocent child, I didn’t know any bad words except for fuck and bitch. Being a raised a Mexican, I knew the Spanish bad words, but the English ones were unknown to me. When I moved to Littlerock, the real world hit me. I was this goody little innocent kid that was very devilish, but I was innocent. 6h grade, I learned a lot about how the world can be cruel, and yes it was cruel. I was bullied for being the way I was raised to be. Smart, and whenever something bad happened, I needed to say something about it. So yes, I was a big snitch. I learned about the ghetto, and trust me I had no idea that being black was something "bad." I wouldn't call it racism, but I guess it's just the culture, and I never in my life did I step into that culture. So I learned about being ghetto and ratchet. I was bullied, and to make things even worse, my supposed best friend was using me for money. I have to admit, I did have a lot of money, and my "best friend" always asked for money, and me being the stupid one kept giving him money until I realized the truth and luckily he moved to a different school. Anyhow, having a friend didn't prove enough because I was still bullied for being a nerd. I guess this year was the breakthrough of how I ended up today. My brother and mother always say that I've changed, and I could honestly say that in 6th grade, I changed. I learned to use things for my advantage, and learn did I learn. So basically, everyone hated me for being nerdy and a snitch. I eventually caught on and changed my ways. To make things worse, my stepdad comes back, and he slept over for a day and the next day, punches my brother’s nose, bleeding him. I literally threatened him a knife to get the fuck out, and he never came back to that house again. My mother divorced him of course. To make things even more worse, I found out that I was adopted. I suspected, and it was because I looked so different from my mother and brother. It was breath taking. I cried for three hours straight. It was horrible. And to make things deadly worse, I started to check out guys and girls, so being called a [ban incoming] at school really hit me big time. My mind went to a depression state, everywhere I looked, things just went to shit, and I went so low that I almost hung myself with my scarf. Why I didn’t do it? I will never know myself because the scarf was right in my hand. I look back and smile at those harsh memories. Why? I learned how bitchy the world is, I found out that I have a mother that loves me even though I am not hers, I am bisexual and proud as fuck. 6th grade made me realize how the world works, and I degradingly applaud it. Most of the people in my school ended up being dumb ass druggies, while some actually made it. I made it. I fucking passed the test, and I’m waiting to hit 18 so I can live the real world.
Sorry that it's long, but hey that's my worst experience to date.
 

Flagg

Noob
If any animal like that attacks me then their owners best believe I'm gonna do my best to crack their skulls on the pavement.
Easier said than done when it's a pitball hanging off your arm. The pressure of the bite was immense. I think I was hitting it but those dogs are very very tough
 
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Doombawkz

Trust me, I'm a doctor
I don't have much of a bad story, but I got arrested once.

There were some grunts, about 21 maybe? Fresh out of basic and pretending to be tough like marines. I was just turning 21 myself at the time, and mind you I weigh about 135, but I did wrestling when I was younger and my (now) girlfriend taught me some basic fighting. There were 3, memory serving. I'm not going to say I beat all 3, honestly I hardily even got around to fighting one, but it happened. One was about 3 inches taller than me, one was a bigger guy but he was actually nice, but one of them was about my height. Mixed, buzzed cut, glasses, I won't forget his face. I'm sitting at the bar, my girlfriend brought me along because I never leave the house. She is actually way better than me at fighting, but the guy was getting... how do you say, frisky? She wasn't having it, and I was like "time to shine" so I stepped in and told him to back off. You could smell the booze on him, and his bigger friend apologized to me. As I said, nice guy.

Anyways to cut the exposition short, he got pissed and followed me out to the parking lot. I don't know what they teach people nowadays in the army, but he wasn't very good at fighting. I jokingly asked him if his CO knew he was picking fights, and he tried to roundhouse. Super slow, really obvious, kinda weak. I grabbed his leg and pulled back, putting my leg right above his hooked around. Ended up popping it out of socket right then and there. He cried, it was messy. Next thing I know, cop shows up and cuffs me. Luckily for me, big guy told him what happened and I got let out, but man I damn near pissed myself once those cuffs went on.
 
Aside from typical love stories that turn sour, chronic depression, losing a great job and being operated for a noncancerous tumor the size of my brain, I think I've been pretty lucky overall. I can't think of something really horrible that has happened to me...

I've had some accidents. Almost lost an eye because some dumbass schoolmate wanted to play Ninja Turtles with wood planks. Almost lost consciousness in public multiple times, I couldn't see or hear anything but I kept walking like everything was normal until I hit a wall lol. And according to my mom I almost died multiple times when I was 1, 2 and 3 years old but I remember none of it so it's like whatever.

I think the worst will be seeing my family die one by one. Aside from my cat getting euthanized, I haven't experienced the feeling of losing a loved one yet. And it's not like I'm super young either so I'm anticipating that will happen pretty soon and it's going to suck. :(
 

coolwhip

Noob
Sticking to physical pain: Kidney stones. My balls felt like they were...well, actually, I don't know how to describe it, but it sucked.
 

Qwark28

Joker waiting room
Easier said than done when it's a pinball hanging off your arm. The pressure of the bite was immense. I think I was hitting it but those dogs are very very tough
What I would want to do is get up and then just run the fucker head first to a wall or drop to the ground.
 

Clark L.

F1 ftw.
When I was a sophomore in high school I was at my friends party. We were all drinking and I was particularly drinking mad hard. His cousin was there and guys....she is past a grenade. Anyways idk what happened but I was crazy drunk blacking in and out and we ended up having sex and once I realized it was her I ran around the house screaming WTF!!!! Till this day I will argue that she is a 3 and a 5 with beer vision, while the reality is shes more like a 2, definitely a bill. I regret it because she stalked me for a good 2 weeks. Never saw her again. It was a horrible experience lol
 

LRK128

TEST - YOU'RE WHITE!
I'm just going to put this in a spoiler cause it'll probably be really long.
And if people don't want to read it because its sorta depressing then they don't have to open the spoiler.
So it was May 24th, I think of last year. Everything was fine and nothing seemed like it was gonna be wrong. I stayed up late the previous night, so, it was about 11:30AM-ish and my mom comes in asking me to come downstairs to talk to me. I told her I would be down, but then I fell back asleep for half an hour. I come down stairs, and my mom is crying, which was strange to me because she rarely does ever. I go up to her and ask "Woah, did someone die?" like jokingly. Turns out someone did die, and ya know, I shouldn't have joked because, of course the irony here, my dad died the previous night of a heart attack, and what was found out this morning. I just stood there, looked at her as she told me we were going to his wife's and my siblings house at 3PM. I simply went up the stairs and got in the shower. I stood there, and I honestly contemplated suicide. The thing most people don't know is that I'm sorta actually only 14, and I still have growing up to do without a father, which I'm just gonna have to live with. I was depressed before this even happened, this just made it worse, I literally felt nothing on the inside anymore. All I felt was sadness then the emptiness. Time passed, I'm still not completely over it.
Now, this is where it get's interesting, so my friends were comforting me and stuff, and they told me it was gonna be okay. I started growing close to this friend I had who I hadn't really spoken with him that much over time. It was summer, and I had nothing better to do, so we just talked for hours on end sometimes on skype and text and stuff, because the reason I didn't really talk to him was because he lived in a completely different state than me, which is 13 hours away. So, there's also another thing about me, I'm Pan, and this guy was really great. I assumed he was straight, and I sorta started to like him and stuff. I didn't tell him this, but then it sorta came out that I did. He wasn't really surprised about it, so I asked him why, and he told me he was Bi. That sorta shocked me because he seemed straight and all. I asked him if he wanted to go out or something, and he said sure. I really loved him, and everything seemed like it was fine, he seemed happy, I felt some sort of happiness with him, and then the truth came out. See, the truth was that he was never really happy. He was like me, depressed, and he felt that no one cared about him. I told him I loved him and he was like "Yeah no you don't" and he denied that we ever had a relationship or anything of that sorts. That just made me felt lied to and hurt and helpless, and I asked him if he really cared. He responded "No I don't care about you or anyone else" That was the first night I ever cut, I felt so bad and so helpless and lied to. I had to deal with all the shit from how messed up my family can be, to having absolutely no friends to talk to because I didn't want to burden them with the fact that I had wanted to kill myself just because how messed up and cruel this whole world can be. I still loved him though, even though he denied ever feeling anything for me or nothing at all. He asked me if I was okay, I told him I wasn't and that I cut myself. He was like "Oh" and then he stopped responding to me. Turn out he was having a panic attack because of all the shit that was happening to him all at once. I apologized for my actions and told him that it'll be fine. He got cold, he went from not caring but at least not acting like he wouldn't care if you died or something to saying "Well, if you kill yourself, it'll never affect me or anything." That hit me hard and I tried a bunch of shit to kill myself, I tried OD'ing on Pain killers, I cut myself way more then I should've, I almost hung myself, I was getting really bad, I just wanted to leave this world,. The way I felt about him was different, I've never really had any relationships ever, I still haven't kissed someone, hugged someone, and all the other stuff people do in relationships to this day, granted, I'm socially awkward and shy and I'm okay with that. He understood and told me he accepted it though. I never felt the way I felt (Well still feel) about him then I did. One day, he really pissed me the hell off and all the shit I did to myself came flying out. He asked me a question: Why didn't you tell me? I told him how I felt he was treating me and how much of a dick it made him seem. He told me he was sorry for everything and that he should just leave my life so I don't feel anymore pain. I accept apologizes easily if they mean them, so I could tell he meant it. I told him to stop, that it isn't going to hep if you just stop talking to me because of what I did to myself, it was my choice, I didn't have to do it, but I did. He was like okay, and we were friends again. I still loved him, he knew that, but he always kept asking why I did. I always told him why, but he still never believed me. Now, its June of 2014, so pretty recently, I was flirting with him. All of a sudden, I get a random message from someone claiming to be his girlfriend and that it would be nice if I stopped flirting with him. I confronted him about this, and he admitted that he had one, even though telling me that he didn't. I got so angry, so much anger from before had all built inside that I told him to fuck off and that no one deserves him. He was like "Bye" and he stopped talking to me. I felt really bad, and I was doing so well, it had been about 5 months I was clean from trying to commit suicide, but I started doing it again. It got bad again, and all I wanted to do was apologize to him for every single thing that I said that day and shit and he wouldn't answer. I finally got to talk to him, I told him how sorry I was and he forgave me. He then told me that the girl who messaged me was never really his girlfriend and I was just told this so I would get over him, which didn't really work that well cause I still love him and stuff. Now, to this day, me and him are better friends than ever, he understands me, he apologized for everything bad he had done to me since this all started and he wouldn't do it again (Though I have my doubts). I understand him, and I helped him through when he had really wanted to cut a few weeks ago. Granted, I've now realized how good my life is and all this other stuff, but I'm still depressed, I still have these urges all the time of wanting to cut, but I know I'm not going to cause I have to change so I don't hurt the people I love. I reflect upon the times that had happened, I think to myself "God, how stupid am I for doing all the shit I did to myself and I didn't even think about what anyone else would have felt if you really had gone through with it?" Does this even count as an experience? Idk I guess it does, it taught me that even though that everything around me seems like shit and it may seem over for you, you have to stay strong, look up, and not hurt myelf because that would just be hurting the people around me, considering that I thought everyone else would be better if I was not around.
Damn that is long
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Damn that is long
 

HellblazerHawkman

Confused Thanagarian
I'll share 3, first one is funny and goes down from there-

One time I was with my now ex-girlfriend and we started getting frisky before work (parents let us sleep in the same bed because by this point they were calling me the future son-in-law) like normal, but she was running late and said we didn't have time. As we go to leave, we find out her dad was actually still home. Luckily he's hard of hearing, but I nearly pissed myself. Used to be able to handle myself in a fight, but this guy was a 250lb retired marine.

This one is current, my life got REALLY bad REALLY quick, so I tried enlisting in the Marine Corp (used to run parkour and was into fighting, so didn't seem like a bad thing). Spent about $150 to get ready for MEPS (basically the part where they check you out) only for them to tell me they needed my medical history (told them of an ER visit I had because I didn't know they credit check you for medical bills until I got on base. Nothing was wrong, basically a $2000 checkup to be told I was having severe anxiety over being dumped, which I knew). Anyway, would have been fine, but my Staff Sergeant told me to lie about a broken bone (broke my arm in middle school) which he didn't include on his paperwork. Haven't heard from him since, got the impression I was thrown under the bus.

Last one is about my writing career. I was always into writing, I even got into a conference when I was 10, and like my Senior year of high school, I made a bigger shot at it. I went to NY to talk to this guy, Lewis Frumkes, who was an author and ran Hunter College's English department. Didn't have anything to show him at the time (when I did, he told me he liked what I sent him), but invited me to this big conference as his personal guest and he were having and was going to introduce me to Peter Straub among other guys. Same day as Prom, would have been a kickass day. However, at 5am that day when I was getting ready to leave, my dad (HUGE cunt) told me I couldn't go, and was all "How do you know this isn't a scam, blah blah". Keep in mind, I was at the fuck mothering college a month prior. Needless to say, had a shitty time at Prom, didn't help that my friends kept asking me about the conference (was talking about it a lot) and every popular kid was trying to be nice to me for that one night because I was in a corner writing in a journal the whole time (had like 4 people I didn't know try and invite me to their respective tables).

About a year ago, I actually got a job writing for a gaming website (gamerchatter.com, one of our writers had a review go up on PSN amongst other things). Loved doing all the articles and reviews, cranked out a lot in a short time. However, a week and a half after this, my girlfriend dumped me and I lost all my desire to write anything, which has continued to this day (needless to say, I was fired after a few months of inactivity, boss was nice about it though, don't get the wrong idea)
 

KillaGthug4Life

Believe in Magic yet? Let us Dance
Hmmm, well I'm almost one for humor, but the worst funny thing that has happened to me is when I got my wisdom teeth pulled out they put me on the most awesome painkiller drugs. I was literately so happy- go- lucky for a few hours and could feel nothing. Unfortunately, with this came absolutely no filter for the half an hour drive home... for which I divulged all my most colorful college sex stories to both my parents.

They still hold this against me.
 

Kitana Prime

Top-tier at everything but the characters I choose
Coming out of the shadows for a moment because I really like this thread.



Not sure I want to post my stories. I do, but I'm super destructive with myself and when my depression kicks in, the evil of the past wants to surface.

It wouldn't affect anyone here, but this community (predominantly offline, obviously as I don't really post - but I do support all community for the most part) is my haven away from 'real life'. It's the reason you saw me at so many tournaments, it's my only true escape.

Point is, even though I certainly don't mind sharing anything, I don't want my negativity brought to the forefront, at least not online.

I know people will forget about this thread eventually, but if anyone ever catches me at a tourney and cares enough to just talk about regular stuff like this, I do it all the time.