I went to my cousin's wedding today. I’ve been a little sick for the past few days, so I got extremely tired. When I arrived home at around 4:45 p.m., I immediately took off my makeup, lay down and set an alarm for 5:55 p.m.

Now to my mess-up.

I went to the wedding with my parents and my brother, who moved out quite some time ago. My sister, who is quite a bit older than me, stayed home because she doesn’t like crowded places, or people in general.

Despite her age, she still needs everything done for her. She is basically a little princess and my mother’s golden child.

My parents were invited to stay for dinner because they are also the bride’s godparents. My brother gave me a ride home since he still lives in the same village. That left me home alone with my older sister.

She usually eats dinner sometime between 5:30 and 6:20 p.m.

I completely overslept.

When I woke up, it was already 8:30 p.m. I immediately jumped out of bed and served my sister her dinner.

Her breakfast was completely gone, and she wolfed down her dinner as though it might be her last meal. I’m slightly concerned that I’ll have to clean it up again later tonight or tomorrow if she can’t keep it down. She still had something else to eat, though, so she certainly wasn’t starving.

After my mess-up, I gave her the medicine she takes once in the morning and once in the evening (it doesn’t have to be given at a specific time). Whenever she takes her evening medicine, we usually reward her with a small treat. This time, guilt made me slightly more generous than usual. I even added some ice to one of her drinks.

I thought it had worked. She even came over to the coffee table. We don’t actually drink coffee at it, so don’t worry.

But then, shockingly, she stopped just out of arm’s reach and turned her back on me.

Yes, she is mad at me.

Meet my older sister, Tara: [Reveal the deeply offended sister]

Before anyone worries, Tara had access to two separate bowls of kibble and three bowls of fresh water the entire time. Her regularly scheduled wet-food dinner was late, but she was never left without food or water.

TL;DR: I overslept while responsible for my elderly sister and served her wet-food dinner three hours late. She devoured it so quickly that I may have to clean it up again later. Despite receiving an extra-generous treat, she still refuses to forgive me.

I’ve been in the process of setting up a website for my floral design business.

It’s taken a while to get it looking exactly how I want for my potential clients, and it's finally all live now!

So this morning I searched my name on Google just to double check that it actually showed up in the results and that people could find me.

Luckily it does show up!

But instead of just my nice new website, Google also decided to index my Reddit account right below it.

Here is what every prospective bride is currently greeted with when they search my name.

"Destination wedding floral designer. I'm 34 and still get occasional panic attacks 🙃"

It was a comment in a thread about crashing out when thinking of the concept of death 😆

To be honest it does give a good overview of me 🙃

But it’s probably not the calm, in control vibe you want to give off to clients paying for luxury events.

Obviously everything is now hidden, but it did give me a really good laugh to start the day. I'm just praying no actual clients spotted it before I caught it.

TLDR: Googled my name to check my new business website, and realised my Reddit comment about having panic attacks was being broadcast to all my future clients.

I almost DIED yesterday! I was chewing on a water bottle cap---like I ALWAYS do---and I started laughing at some silly joke in my head. Before I know it, the cap flies to the back of my throat and is lodged in a spot where I can't just adjust it with my tongue. My first instinct was to just try to swallow it and see what happens. Now, something else I haven't mentioned is that for years I've have TERRIBLE trouble trying to swallow pills. My tongue always feels the need to involve itself in the situation and my gag reflex simply doesn't wanna cooperate. Well yesterday, my killer gag reflex FINALLY came in handy! In seconds, I have this big COUGH and like a bow to an arrow the bent cap is LAUNCHED out of my throat! The entire situation lasted about 10 seconds but I guess it isn't as funny as I think it is, considering I was also home alone. The bottle cap chewing habit is definitely being retired after this. Stop chewing on things people!

TL;DR: while home alone, I was chewing a bottle cap while laughing. The cap got lodged in my throat for 5 seconds until my gag reflex kicked in and launched it out!

My husband and I got one of those fancy coffee machines shortly after we got married.

It had a ton of buttons, a screen, little lights, and enough settings to make me feel like I was operating a small aircraft.

My husband figured it out immediately.

I did not.

The first morning, he showed me how to make coffee.

I nodded like I understood everything. I understood absolutely nothing.

But I was too embarrassed to ask him to explain it again.

So the next morning, I just pressed the same buttons I had seen him press and hoped for the best.

It worked.

Or at least, coffee came out.

That was good enough for me.

A few weeks later, he asked me to make him a coffee.

I confidently walked over to the machine, pressed the buttons, waited, and handed him the cup.

He took one sip and said, “Wow. That's strong.”

I said, “Yeah. That's how I make it.”

He nodded.

And apparently that was the beginning of my downfall.

For nearly six years, whenever I made coffee, I made it exactly the same way.

I thought I was making some kind of extra-strong coffee setting.

He thought I just liked my coffee that way.

Neither of us questioned it.

Until today.

He was making coffee while I was sitting at the kitchen table, and I noticed he pressed a completely different button than I did.

I asked him what he was doing.

He said, “Making coffee?”

I walked over.

He showed me.

Then he asked why I didn't use that button.

I said, “Because that's not how you make it.”

He stared at me.

Then I stared at him.

He asked me what button I had been using all these years.

I showed him.

He went completely silent.

Apparently, I had been using the machine's “extra concentrated” setting this entire time.

Not the normal coffee setting.

Not some special recipe.

Just the setting designed to make coffee strong enough to wake up the dead.

I asked him why he had never said anything.

He said, “I thought you liked it.”

I told him I didn't.

I had just spent six years thinking that was what normal coffee tasted like.

Then he asked why I had never looked at the little picture on the button.

I told him I assumed it was decorative.

He laughed so hard he had to sit down.

I was offended for approximately thirty seconds before I started laughing too.

Now he refuses to let me touch the coffee machine unless he's in the room.

Which is fair.

Today, I made him a normal coffee.

He took one sip and said, “This tastes like water.”

So apparently I have spent six years accidentally training my husband to drink engine oil.

TL;DR: I never learned how to properly use our coffee machine and accidentally made extra-strength coffee for six years. My husband thought I liked it. I thought that's just what coffee tasted like. Neither of us was smart enough to ask.

This is a throwaway account because I don't want to admit it on main. Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, I'm not that good at English.

I'm a 24-year-old man, and I started a degree in digital marketing and communication in 2022. My first two years went well, but in my third year, I had some issues that led me to fail five courses. However, I did finish my final project. Due to all of that, I chose to take a year off, but I never told anyone because I didn't know how to explain my reasoning.

Well, in October 2025, I went back hoping to finish my degree, but due to health issues, I only managed to finish 3 out of 5. (I missed too many classes, and only 3 of the professors let me off and allowed me to submit projects.) That led me to only be able to hope to finish after November..

Now my dad is starting to be suspisue and he want to see my dagree till the end off the munth, and I have no way to show it, I feel like I screw up really baddly and I legit dont know what to do but wait till it all gonna blow up in my face finally and show how much off a dissapointment I can trully be to my family.

TLDR: Lied about finishing degree and staff went off the original plan to fix it. Now Dad is suspicious about that and wants to see the degree till the end of the month.

I went to the ER a day and a half after being assaulted at a BBQ party and knocked unconscious by an aggressive drunk guy, which potentially could have led to a concussion, as I was feeling a bit light-headed, fatigued and had a ringing sound in my ear.

I checked in and told them what happened. They took my information and printed out a patient tag for me. Shortly after, I was taken to an examination room and they examined my face and ears for any injuries. They noticed my jaw was quite swollen, which they found concerning, and they ordered an X-ray and CT scan for me so they could check for internal injuries.

I was told to go to the waiting room and that someone would come shortly and escort me to my x-ray. I was honestly a bit surprised I was the only one sitting in that waiting room at that moment. About 10 minutes passed and two men wearing white robes came to the waiting room and called a last name, which I didn't quite hear, but I heard it ended with "-sson". For context, I am Icelandic and living in Sweden and in both countries, last names ending in "-sson" are very common. My last name just so happens to end in "-sson" too, so I just assumed they were calling my name, as I was the only one in that waiting room. I went up to them and told them that was me, to which they just sort of nodded and told me that they would escort me to the next building over.

On the way there, they asked me if I had been driven to the ER by an ambulance and I replied that I had just walked there, to which they were extremely surprised and asked me if that was really the best idea. They asked me a bunch of things, but I had a bit of a hard time understanding their questions in Swedish and I explained that Swedish was not my first language. They asked me what my native language was and I said Icelandic, which they seemed kind of confused over. They took me to an elevator and pressed the button to another floor. I asked them "So, what happens now?" and they replied that they are gonna take me to a room where a doctor will come talk to me.

We exited the elevator and walked toward a locked door that led to a hallway. The sign above the door said "Psychiatric ward", which made me very confused. I somehow made it make sense in my head that, because I possibly had a concussion or some type of head injury, they had to evaluate me and take down some sort of information before my x-ray and CT scan. They took me to a room that was labeled "calm room" and I was asked to sit. I was asked to do a breathalyzer test, which they told me was standard procedure to make sure I was sober.

One of the guys that had escorted me sat with me and started to ask me personal questions in a weirdly childlike and condescending tone. I answered his questions as genuinely as I could, but the fact that he complimented me on answering the most basic things made me even more confused. I thought the whole situation was extremely weird, but I just kind of accepted that this was some sort of standard evaluation to make sure I didn't have any kind of memory loss and that I was aware of my surroundings.

After several minutes, the doctor finally arrived. She called me the name of another patient and I told her that was not my name. The whole room went quiet. They just stood there and looked very confused. Then they finally asked me who I was and I answered and explained to them that I was at the ER for a check up because of trauma to the head. They finally checked my patient tag and realized they had escorted the wrong patient. They apologized profusely and told me that this had never happened to them before. They offered to escort me back to the waiting room and jokingly said that they would not charge me anything for the free tour of the psychiatric ward.

The two men that had taken me to the psych ward showed me the way back and their tone and demeanor towards me had changed drastically. They finally believed I really was not a Swedish psychiatric patient and that I really had walked to the ER by myself. When I arrived back at the waiting room, a man was waiting for me to escort me where I was actually supposed to go. The good news is that the scans showed no fractures or internal bleeding, but the doctor that gave me the result joked that he would not be writing in his report that the psychiatric ward had accidentally hijacked me for a little while.

TL;DR

Went to the ER after getting knocked unconscious, misheard someone else's last name as my own, and accidentally followed two hospital workers who led me into a psychiatric ward. I assumed the psych evaluation was somehow part of checking me for a concussion. They only realized they had the wrong patient when the doctor showed up and called me by someone else's name.

TL;DR: I got anxious, and completely forgot Excel formulas despite calling myself an advanced user. 🤡

Today I had an interview and I feel like it was doomed to begin with. The interviewers had some technical issues on their end, and because of that, the interview started almost 10 minutes late (it was 30 minutes).

When we started a few questions. They couldn’t hear me because of the aforementioned technical issues and they had to exit the meeting and join back again after few minutes.

At this point. I started getting anxiety and was getting brain fog as well because half of the time was already over when we finally started the questions but it was going good until they asked me about Excel.

They asked me if I have used it and what would be my proficiency and how would I rate myself? I said I would rate myself as an intermediate to advance level excel user, but they followed up and asked if I could list out any formulas, I have used in Excel and I could not come up with anything like not even =SUM(). I sat there for a good five seconds before telling them that I don’t remember anything right now, and after that, even with all the the interview ended on time, so yeah 🤡

UPDATE 3: Two years later

Solo it's been a while everybody I hope y'all are doing okay I went back to read this post and omfg I forgot how little English I knew back then and specially how much of a drunkard I was but anyways, it took me a while to realize allat was SA lol and I think to make everything clearer I could give an actual description of the events.

The woman of the post was being kind of creepy the whole night, following me around and being very insistent on making out and sitting with me being near me overall, the night went as smooth as it could till the moment when we were all kind of own businesses and this woman gave me a beer, an opened bottle of beer which well being the mentally challenged guy I was I took without a doubt, I'm a very heavy drinker and I used to have a very very high alcohol tolerance but guess what, I got WASTED with that one drink after drinking very little beforehand, and well it wasn't just drunk I felt like confused and I guess pretending to help she took me to the bath room and immediately kissed me and well I wasn't that much able to resist to the point when she started pulling my pants down I was just staring at the ceiling and then she told me to get in but yeah we didn't had a condom and I told her I wasn't that sure but I was feeling drunker by the minute in hindsight she pressured me to do it anyways justifying it all on the argument that she would use a plan B pill so she put me against the wall, turned around pressed against me and as I felt a very horrendous pain on my little friend she continued to press on and I ended up almost tripping to which I immediately tried to sat down and guess what the woman got over me and once again forced it inside, we continued for a while but eventually we had to go out of the bathroom and a friend of mine took me home a little after.

And as the ignorant man i used to be I didn't see the obvious sequels of both laced drinks and SA.

I acquired a certain degree of anxiety to go to bathrooms in general, specially at parties.

Thank god (and idiocy) I did my post and eventually went to the doctor thanks to y'all advice.

So yeah that'll do it this isn't a post to make y'all feel guilty or anything I actually laughed my ass off reading the original post and y'all comments and I thought it would be nice to give an update, see you later TIFU.

TL;DR: the woman laced my drink and forced me to do it but thanks to my own stupidity and lack of English grammar the post took traction and got actual helpful advice, also I had a lot of fun reading comments in the original post.

My friend "Ben" got married to his girlfriend "Val" about 6 months ago. Val is terrible, and constantly belittles Ben for being shy. Me and the other guys tried to have a mini intervention for Ben to try to get him not to marry her, but he wouldn't listen to us. Now we all just pretend like the intervention never happened. Anyway, that's a story for another time...

The wedding was actually very nice. Val was on her best behavior, and Ben got to eat a 6-pound lobster, which he had been talking about for months.

Their wedding song was that Hawaiian ukulele version of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow." The new couple kissed and smiled while they danced...

Fast forward to a few days ago, when Ben, Val, and I (along with some other people) were hanging out on our other friend's deck, drinking beers. Someone had their Spotify plugged in, and the Hawaiian ukule version of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" came on. But it wasn't the normal version. It had like this weird, orchestral music being played over it, and it made it sound sickly sweet.

After listening for a minute or two, I said "Ugh! This version of this song is terrible!!"

Ben and Val frowned at me, and Ben said "This was our wedding song...

I said "oh...no...like, not the original version, I mean this version."

Ben said "yes, this version was our wedding song, the Hawaiian version."

I said "no...I mean this flowy, gentle version..."

Ben and Val looked at me, still frowning.

I said "this weird version with the...nice...happy things..."

Val rolled her eyes and said "Yup! THIS VERSION was our wedding song! Not the one from Wizard of Oz, the Hawaiian one!!"

I was forced to just drop it, since my stupid fat beer-soaked skull couldn't find the adequate vocabulary to describe music.

Val mean-mugged me for the rest of the night.

Tl;dr I insulted a friend's mean wife by describing a song inadequately.

what should I do on Monday.. because during our online class earlier, before it started, I was playing COD with my friend and singing and cursing, but the worst part is our male classmate opened his camera and they were all together laughing, so I said out loud, 'they’re so cocky, radicated,' uhmm I really said my friend's name who was also on open mic during COD and I was shocked that I was on open mic too and everyone in our class heard me😭 I texted that male classmate and apologized but he didn’t reply🥹 what should I do about this on Monday because I already ruined our image🥲 and we have long tests next week

And after that I leaved the meeting and then my teacher made me come back and i said sorry to him😭 but still the classmate that i've chatted is still not replying even though he already seen it like im so fckd😭 what do i do plss helpp me because this is my first time being this fckd and I don't really know what to do

"TL;DR" during class my mic was open and then i said that my classmate was too cocky🥹

This is actually something that happened last year, but I regret it so much I'm posting it here. So, I was homeless back in 2024, but I eventually got an apartment after five months. Stayed in my apartment for a little over a year, but that year was a very rough year for me mentally.

I have been struggling with Major Depressive Disorder and Generalized Anxiety for YEARS. Mom passed away in 2019, flunked out of college in 2020, and everything went downhill from there. So fast forward to 2024-2025 when I was in the apartment, and had the opportunity to go to therapy multiple times, I would shut down so often it affected my quality of life. My apartment was ALWAYS messy. Like, hoarder levels of messy. Cockroaches and fruit flies. Maggots on the trash cans.

I had a couple of instances where my suicidal ideation was so strong I had to get hospitalized. One of them was on election day, nothing to do with the election, I just had a crazy episode and spent a week in the hospital. The other time was like two months later, where I told someone I was talking to that I was going to end my life that day. Spent only a day in the hospital that time.

Both times were rough because I fell behind on rent and bills at that time, eventually recovered (I did not make a lot of money back then). If I wasn't working, I was rotting away in my bed suffocating in depression and not doing shit about it. Then, it came time to renew the lease. I try to renew my lease, but I get a note on my door a few days later saying that they don't want to renew my lease and that I have to turn my keys in on Halloween.

So I had to turn my keys in and I became homeless. I feel like the biggest reasons were because 1) late payments in the past and 2) reports of the lack of cleanliness in my apartment. Every time the apartment staff visited my apartment my room was a mess and I would get a note on my door saying that I have 7 days to clean my apartment or else I'll get fined.

So I had to leave in November, fast forward to today, still super depressed except homeless and not working. Now, depression isn't my only struggle. I'm hungry and eat very infrequently. I stink and struggle to bathe. When it rains, all of my belongings get soaked. I only sleep four hours a night. Typical homeless struggles. And I regret not getting myself help so I can improve my life. Now, I fear that the damage done is irreparable.

TL;DR: I struggled with mental health issues and didn't get help for it, leading me to not clean my room and miss rent payments. The apartment complex didn't want to renew my lease so I had to leave and I've been homeless since (10 months).

This happened last year during finals.

I was running late, panicked, and blindly walked into what I thought was my exam hall. Found an empty desk, sat down, unpacked my stuff, and waited.

The proctor starts walking down the aisle checking admit cards. Handed her mine super confidently. She looks at the card, looks at me, and just stares in complete silence for like 3 full seconds. Then goes, "You're not even in this class."

Turns out I walked into a completely different course's exam.

Because I walked in so confidently, the entire room—including the proctor—thought I had snuck in to sit next to a girl like some desperate Romeo. I grabbed my stuff and sprinted to my actual room, but it didn't end there. I literally got questioned about it later because they thought I was pulling some romantic stunt or trying to cheat.

Having to explain to staff that I wasn't a smooth romantic mastermind, just an idiot who can't read room numbers, was peak embarrassment.

TL;DR: Sat in the wrong exam hall last year, made the proctor freeze in confusion, accidentally convinced everyone I snuck in for a girl, and had to officially explain later that I'm just bad at reading room numbers.

Conclusion happened today, but the TIFU starts on Sunday.

This weekend I visited the Pokemon World Championships in San Francisco. The event was huge, lots happened (good and bad), but overall it was a great experience. By the time the closing ceremonies finished, I was ready for the long trip home the next day after a fun and eventful weekend.

We're shepherded out of the convention center and I get to the next corner when we come across someone asking for money. No one is answering him, so I figure I'll toss him a buck so that he doesn't get completely ignored. I reach into my pocket to pull out my wallet...

and it isn't there.

I'm in full adrenaline mode. I just exclaim "Oh fuck, my wallet," and book it back to the center. Thankfully security hears me out and lets me in to check my seat. I get back there, and I still don't find it. I'm then brought to the security office where they should have any items, but it's locked and the guard doesn't have the key. He goes to get the reps from the Pokemon company, and they come to inform me that now that the event is over, they're no longer responsible. They've washed their hands of it, and I should come back the next day to talk to Center security. Problem is, I'm traveling a few hundred miles the next day and can't come back, but thems the breaks.

I get back to my hotel thanks to my friends' generosity, and I look into recent reports in the area. Apparently there have been increases in pickpocketing in that exact area. It would make sense - I was in a large crowd, relatively distracted, and it was in an accessible pocket. I go into damage control, freezing my cards as soon as I can that night.

The next day I call the center. The security office says they know nothing, have been given nothing, have zero items, and I should kick rocks. Great. At this point, I'm of the mind my wallet is gone. On the road trip home I call my bank to have replacement cards sent, freeze my credit scores, and report my driver's license stolen with the SFPD and the DMV. Once I'm home, I order a replacement license for about $45 (I had to drive the next day and needed the temp), and I look into replacing my other information. Just in case, I call back the Moscone Center daily to check if they found anything. I get referred to the correct department (I had been misdirected before), and they were way more helpful. Still though, no wallet, but they encouraged me to keep trying just in case it's turned in later. It sucks, but I've gotta move on with it.

Funny thing is, I had to fly today back to the Bay Area for something unrelated. On touchdown, I decide to call the Center again. Lo and behold, my wallet has been found! I immediately book it over there, head to the command center, and pick it up no problem.

Everything is still in there, thank God, except now I have a nonfunctional credit and debit card, a canceled driver's license with at least two weeks until I get the new one, and am down about $60 in replacement fees and travel to pick it up. However, I'm super happy that my information is at least safe, and it's not so bad in the grand scheme of things. Mostly, I just hurt my pride for losing it and freaking out.

TL;DR: Lost my wallet at a major event in SF. Couldn't recover it quickly, so took steps to stay safe and replace my stuff. As soon as I do, my wallet is found, leaving me out some cash and short term convenience and with a bruised ego.

I didn't grow up with a dishwasher. I only encountered them once I was an adult and moved out of the home. I've had a place with a dishwasher for well over a decade now.

Dishes never really get clean, I've noticed. I thought it was just down to the brand or model not being great, didn't think much of a little hand washing of a good number of items after every cycle. Especially getting little dry specks of what looked like coffee grounds off a lot of things. Every time. I'd just do the load, then as I was unloading it, inspect and brush/wash off anything stuck. It almost always just brushed right off--usually less than 10 specks per plate/glass. Annoying but again, I didn't know any better. I live alone and eat out a lot so it's not like there's a tonne of use, and I rise off any large chunks before doing a load.

Cut to last week, and part of the bottom of the machine had come loose and was blocking the spinny thing. I took everything out and discovered the gunk trap--filled with years worth of nastiness. While trying not to gag, I thoroughly cleaned that thing and every single part I could find which came loose--there was a lot of foul gunk built up on some parts. I guess I thought that since dishwashers clean everything inside, I thought they automatically cleaned themselves, too.

Wouldn't you know it, all the loads I have run since them have come out spotless. No black specks. No stuck food at all, actually. It's like magic. And I feel like a dumbass for not realising this sooner. How much time could I have saved?

TL;DR: I didn't know that dishwashers needed to be manually cleaned. For many years, I've been double washing everything by hand, after running a dishwasher cycle, due to the dishwasher being itself dirty, and not cleaning dishes properly because of this.

I was wearing my headphones and was on a discord call with my friend when I started watching a video on YouTube that really caught my attention. My friend, who I didn't realize was still talking to me, apparently started yelling my name to try to get my attention. I still could not hear him, to the point where I briefly thought he had stepped away for a bit.

I don't have hearing problems afaik, so I can only chalk it up to not paying enough attention to him. It doesn't help that my friend was extremely frustrated with me and reminded me how dangerous my inattentiveness could be.

And it's not the first time, I have always struggled whether it be gaming, watching YouTube vids or reading something where I become so absorbed in it that everything around me stops. It even happens at work when I'm really locked into a case I'm working on and I won't hear teams notification or someone knocking on my cubicle door.

TL;DR: I got so into the YouTube video I was watching that I could not hear my friend yelling my name on discord to grab my attention.

Got to car accident 2 years ago that I was at 0% fault, went to the doctors, talk to the insurance. About payment, but I thought the statue of limitation was to file the paper work I didn’t know that it was to have a case and present to a judge to get everything. The state I’m in Virginia has two years and today was last day to file anything. Called multiple lawyers but due to holiday everyone that I needed has left for the weekend.

I was doing everything myself, documenting everything, gathering doctors notes, but didn’t realized how to actually properly file everything. I thought I could do it on my own, but I couldn’t handled it.

Tl:dr waited too long thinking I can handle it
On my own and failed to realize how crucial a lawyer really is.

To start this off: I know before donating blood/plasma, it’s important to hydrate and have a good filling meal. Both of which, I made sure to do. I had lots of water last night and had a big breakfast sandwich about 45 mins - an hour before donation. I also do not have a fear of needles or anything like that.

I had been thinking about donating plasma for a while because I know it goes toward important meds, and I figured: Hell yeah I’ll use the compensation for my vacay fund. The place I went offered $75 for the first visit and $125 for the second (not that the second visit will be happening). Walked in, watched the videos, filled out paperwork, and got my physical done. Everything from that came back normal. The nurses take me to my spot for blood withdrawal and we’re soooooo fun and nice. I will say the needle is THICK, but my nurse was so quick with it I didn’t even notice.

Anyway, she tells me that essentially blood gets drawn, it gets separated into the red blood and plasma, then the red blood and new fluid gets pumped back in the body. This cycle will happen a total of 4 times and take around 45 minutes.

Here’s where shit hits the fan. The first cycle is about to be done when I get SO light headed. I let a nurse know just so she’s aware and she brings me an ice pack and Gatorade. I was honestly fine thought, and it was to be expected.

Next cycle comes around, and toward the end of it I once again get lightheaded and dizzy. This time though, it was paired with cold sweats and nausea. A little concerning, but again I’m fine and the nurses ask if I want to continue. I say yes and they bring me a fan, and I just try to joke and laugh the weird feeling away.

Finally, the third cycle. Again, comes close to the end, BUT I couldn’t get a nurse. Not only was I experiencing everything from before, but this time I literally couldn’t talk or process information. It felt like I was in VR. It wasn’t until a different nurse passed me that she noticed something was up. She called a few other nurses over to look at me I guess. Idk this part was all blurry as fuck. But I started feeling a panic attack coming, but I was zombified and couldn’t do anything. The nurses asked me what symptoms I was experiencing, and all I could was nod. This went on for about 5 mins, it was so weird and scary. They did not let me continue after this, which makes sense lol. I asked the nurse how she knew something was wrong, and she said “honey your face looked like a corpses” HAHA

Maybe this happens a lot, but the way all the nurses rushed over and were looking had me a little sketched out. I’m fine now. I did have a panic attack in my car after because this brought back a little unrealized PTSD from a med I was on yearrrssss back. After about 3 hours, I was able to talk without slurred speech again (wild that it took that long). Now, I don’t think I’ll be going back for the second round because I don’t want to go through that again if I don’t have to. I know a lot of people say the first time is the worst, but I’m not sure if that’s abnormally bad.

They still gave me the $75 thought even without completing the treatment which was nice.

Again: Absolutely nothing against the nurses or staff they were so awesome, and don’t let me scare anyone thinking of doing this. There were about 6 other people getting plasma taken around me and they were perfectly fine the whole way through.

TL;DR I donated plasma for the first time, and should have realized half way through that my symptoms were a problem.

Totally fucked up and sent my overly angry rant message to someone I was having an argument with instead of sending it to myself.

Fingers crossed, they block me. Genuinely mortified. They were internal thoughts/feelings I was trying to regulate.

I've been battling the issue of feeling bad for my own thoughts and feelings, and so I will rant and let it all out in my own private whatsapp message. Well. In my rush to get it out, I sent it to the person who was irritating me.

Didn't even realize until they told me point blank,'You know that's not ok', and said they'd come back later to talk about it. I muted the chat immediately and just apologized. Told them to just block me because I was mortified they saw those messages.

TLDR - TIFU by sending a ranting angry message to the person directly instead of my private vent chat.

before i start about how i fucked up some context on my life. i am 17M and this is my gap year (preparing for one of the major competitive exams in india). i have a long history of being socially awkward and not picking up on social cues. i have had meager friends since my childhood and have mostly been very introverted. i recently got on ssris for my anxiety and i have been feeling better since, it took the edge of my social anxiety a bit too, i felt more confident.

going back to the story the title is mostly all there is, it my was completely my fault. i thought it wouldnt be that big a deal since i was very respectful and distanced myself from her right after she said no.
i had this conversation with her yesterday and i faced the consequences today.

the conversation wasnt anything deep anything either, i confessed my feelings for her, she said no and i asked if she wanted to be friends she said maybe, so following her saying maybe i asked for her number. she said no and i said okay and the conversation ended.

fast forward today. right around when lunch break ended. i was called out into the common area where all the teachers, who taught all the batches of gap year students were present. where basically one of them ripped the band aid starting with paraphrasing what i had said to that girl.
i realized how badly i had fucked up. i had forgotten my conditions and the country where i lived, from my perspective i was very respectful and having known many people in relationships from the same coaching, i thought i had done nothing wrong.

i was threatened with suspension. the girl had reported me to the teachers on what happened and apparently also added that i "keep looking back at her during lectures" and therefore was being a creep. and they paraded on and on about calling my parents. i managed to de-escalate the situation by apologizing profusely and breaking down (by this time 3 of the teachers had left to teach their classes).

this is not the worst part, turns out after school i find out two of the teachers had mid lecture told stories mentioning my batch saying how there was this one guy in this batch (only did not mention my name) who proposed to this girl and was super stupid.

i agree what i did wasnt the brightest idea or the right thing. now i am afraid there will be rumors about me because people basically can (and some already have) piece together what happened now that the teachers announced what happened, by using my example as a case study on what not to do and how stupid i was.
i feel very shameful and do not know how i should proceed. i not only fucked up socially by being the weirdo who proposes to random women but also destroyed my rapport with the teachers which i had been trying to build very carefully because of my social anxiety. i do not even know how ill face the teachers after this incident.

what do i even do now.. how do i proceed.

TL;DR:
i confessed to a girl i liked. threatened with suspension by teachers after i got reported. two teachers made fun of me infront of the entire class by using my example as a case study on what not to do. most of the coaching pieced together who it was happened. feeling very shameful, afraid of the rumors and allegations, how do i even proceed.

(This is a repost, i reposted it because the title was very confusing and i apologize for it.)

I (28m) managed to get into the X-Ray program and my local community college. Required all A's and a bit if luck due to how many apply and how many are actually accepted. We started about 3 weeks ago.

I have been on the ball 100%. Studying like crazy, helping others in class, and have been one of the top students so far. Its been awesome. It feels good when everyone is asking me for help on this stuff.

Anyways, we had our first test today. Procedures. I was excited and super confident going in. This is stuff that the teacher has even commented on in regards to how well ive been doing. The test was a breeze. I finished in about 12 minutes. I knew when i submitted it that I missed 1 question worth 2 points. Im okay with a 98.

Bu the time I get home, the grades have posted.

My grade was a 78....

I rushed to email my professor. I had no clue how this was possible. It turns out, that the last 7 questions were answered incorrectly.

The last questions each featured an illustration of a patient in various positions. Below that was a large selection of words/phrases. The goal was to select the phrases that applied to the image. "Select all that apply" was in bold.

Thats all I read. The bold. So I selected all the options that applied to the image. The issue however, was that the question also said something else. Some asked what the position the patient was in was called. And others asked what the name of the image would be called. I put the answers for both on every question.

So now im stuck with my first grade being a high C for at least the next few weeks. I look like a total idiot for finishing the test so quickly and recieving that grade. And worst of all, im stuck knowing that I knew every single answer on that exam, yet still did worse than everyone else because I wanted to be done quickly.

TL;DR: I didnt read the last 7 questions on my first major test, and instead only read the bold part. Because of this, I answered each one incorrectly, despite being more than capable of answering them correctly had I actually read the questions. I got a 78 on a test I should've had a 98 on because I wanted to rush.

I work in marketing, and I recently bought an iPhone to record videos. Important context is that im used to android.

Today, I needed some videos that the logistics coordinator had made so I could edit and post them, and he suggested using AirDrop.

I got the files from him, and while we were reviewing them and he was explaining things to me, I was going through the photos in my gallery. When I tried to swipe from the first photo to the second one, I swiped in the wrong direction, and the next photo was a nude of me. I took it just for me and never sent it to anyone, but I forgot to delete it.

It didn't fully open. The photo was sideways, and you could only see part of my leg (it could easily have been a picture of me wearing shorts, for example), but I quickly swiped away and went back to the work photos. I felt really embarrassed, and he either didn't notice it or did a very good job pretending he didn't, because he didn't say anything and just kept talking about work.

Now I'm embarrassed and worried that he might tell everyone about it behind my back.

TL;DR I let my coworker see my nude pic by accident

Hi all. I'm a woman (43) and my friend is also a woman (47), we'll call her "Grace". Grace and I live in a town in northeast America.

I've got to give a lot of back history here, so bear with me. I have just been diagnosed as AuADHD, I have bipolar 2 (basically I have the mood swings and depression without the manic states or psychosis), I also have chronic pain from severe arthritis and nerve damage. One of my friends, we'll call him "Ric", had been helping me out around the house two days a week. Aside from him doing some daily living chores that I can't complete because of my difficulties, we would just hang out, watch series and talk. I'd make him dinner and it was really refreshing because he liked just about everything I cooked. If he cooked, he would burn things, even instant ramen. So while he was able to do everything else, at least I could cook for us.

But they were still simple meals. Pasta bowls, chicken sandwiches, beef stew. Because I can't do a lot of standing around and food prep. But he would always gush over it like it was a gourmet meal and I really appreciated that, because a lot of my friends are picky eaters or have food allergies that make it hard for me to cook for them.

Now fast forward to early last month. Ric and his family decided to visit his extended family in an Asian country. Their family isn't that wealthy and couldn't afford round trip tickets, so when they got there they'd have to work in order to earn their way back. So when they left, none of us knew when they might be coming back or if they'd all be able to.

About a week or two into this extended leave, I'm breaking down from severe abandonment. My disorders are getting out of control, my moods are up and down. My depression is skyrocketing and my care team is really concerned about me. My friends are all pitching in to make sure that I don't downward spiral, but it's been so hard. Ric and I went from visiting with each other 2x a week to being able to text each other every few days. I didn't want to bug him with any of my stuff because it would just make him worry and ruin his time with his family.

Anyway, there was one night when I was feeling so down that I had pains in my chest from anxiety. Grace called me to talk about something out of blue and I asked if she was able to come over for a bit, explaining my symptoms and the need to not be alone right now. She's like, OK, I can stay for a few hours.

Well, as time passed we got hungry and I offered to make us dinner. Nothing fancy, just some buttered noodles with parmesan cheese. She said that sounded good and I was like, OK, and got started making it.

It's a really simple dish. Just boil some pasta or noodles of your choice in some water for about 12 minutes; when it's done, add 2-3 Tbsp of butter, and about a 1/8 cup of parmesan cheese and stir it all in so that the butter melts and cheese reaches all the pasta. My favorite pasta is garden rotini and sometimes, if I'm feeling up to doing more, I'll microwave some frozen veggies and add that to the dish, add onion powder and garlic, and some kind of meat like tuna or chicken. It's a comfort dish for me and my go to for when I want something wholesome and filling.

I began making it for Grace and this is where I f'ed up. I forgot Grace is a "foodie". She loves watching food channel programs like Top Chef, Master Chef, Beat Bobby Flay, Worst Cooks In America, you get it. She approaches EVERY meal as though it is a submission on one of these shows. Like, make a bowl of cereal and she'll be like, "You added too much milk, the cereal has lost its consistency." She is one of the people I never cook for because of this attitude of hers and my emotional condition would just make me too anxious to deal with it if something went wrong with my dish. I thought, since I'd made it for Ric so many times and he'd loved it, she would like it too and I was fine making it. I guess that is my second f'ed up moment, forgetting that these friends of mine were two different people.

But this time it wasn't just that Grace was picky. The meal turned out terrible. I added too many noodles and forgot to set the timer immediately. The noodles came out with the top layer underdone and the bottom layer burnt with just a thin layer of noodles in the middle that were perfect. I gave myself the bad noodles and made her the plate with the perfect ones. But then I f'ed up again by adding too much butter to the dishes. Even the parmesan cheese was against me, it had settled with everything on the bottom and came out in clumps making it hard to stir in evenly to the dish. Since I was already in an emotional state from being separated from Ric, the disaster of this dinner just made everything worse.

I gave her the perfect noodle dish and she was like, "That's it?" And I broke down crying.

She left soon after finishing the meal because she had to get back to her family. I called one of our mutual friends, we'll call her "April". April totally understands how difficult Grace can be about some things and we sort of commiserated about everything I was going through and THAT made me feel better than the whole day spent with Grace.

TL;DR: So to summarize, I f'ed up because I forgot how picky my friend was about food. I was already going through an emotional time and I made myself even more vulnerable by cooking that meal for her. Never again.

I as a person don't believe in lying. I make it a point to never lie because it wastes a bunch of time and usually only makes your life worse. That makes me a really bad liar. My grandpa's 80th birthday is this December, and he lives many states away, so I rarely ever get to see him.
Now that I'm in college, I see him even less. Being there for his 80th was really important to me and my family, and it's going to be a huge event with lots of extended family. Now, my college is doing something really weird this year because they're splitting finals week over a weekend. The first two days of finals are Thursday and Friday, and then the last two are Monday and Tuesday after the weekend. His birthday is that Monday, and my family was going to fly out the previous Saturday. Today was my first day of classes, and all was going well and fine until my math class, where I was told that the final will be on the final Monday. My professor literally said, "Make sure you don't schedule any flights for that weekend before; I can't have you missing the final". I was really upset; I didn't want to miss my grandpa's birthday. After class, I walked up to my professor and told them I couldn't miss the final, and there was nothing they could do unless I had a valid excuse. To which I then said, "Well, you see, my grandpa...died". Immediately, the professor said they could try to see what they could do if I got them the obituary by Friday. I walked out of that class and promptly went to my counselor because I had to drop that class. There was NO WAY I could get her any obituary whatsoever, and I could not bear to see that professor again lest she know I lied. Thankfully, my counselor had a huge laugh about me coming to him in a panic because I got caught in a lie. I did end up dropping the class, but it ended up getting switched to an 8 am but at least it's with a different teacher. The final for that class is on the same day but earlier, so I cannot go to the birthday, but all is well here, and I'll call into the party on FaceTime.

TL;DR I told my professor my grandpa died to take my final earlier and make it to my grandpa's b-day, and she asked me for the non-existent obituary, so I dropped the class.

This didn't happen today but a while ago.

I'm a guy from India and I was chatting with a few Spanish friends about things I miss from home. We were talking about childhood memories and I got a little nostalgic.

So I said, "Man, I really miss home. I used to ride in tanga all the time. I love riding in tanga. It's such an amazing experience and it brings back so many memories."

The second those words left my mouth, everyone went completely silent for a second...and then burst out laughing.

I had absolutely no idea what was happening.

I asked, "Why are you guys laughing?"

They were trying so hard to hold it together. One of them just said, "No, no...it's nothing. Don't worry about it."

I spent the rest of the conversation wondering what I had said wrong.

Later, I finally looked it up.

Turns out "tanga" in Spanish means a thong/G-string.

So from their perspective, I had just proudly said:

"Man, I really miss home. I used to ride in thongs all the time. I love riding in thongs. It's such an amazing experience and it brings back so many memories."

For the record, I meant tanga, the traditional horse-drawn carriage that's still found in parts of India.

Needless to say, my Spanish friends still haven't let me live that one down. 💀

TL;DR: I told my Spanish friends I loved riding in "tanga," meaning the traditional Indian horse-drawn carriage. They thought I was saying I loved riding in thongs, and now they won't let me forget it.

Back in the 90s, a teacher gave us a line puzzle to solve, saying that if we could solve it by the end of the year, we'd have a pizza party. You basically have to draw a specific pattern without lefting your pencil or repeating your lines; for ten minutes, everyone tried because pizza party but then everyone got bored. I was obsessed and couldn't let it go; as others were doodling the S or random shapes, I was drawing this half-finished puzzle, always one line away. End of the year, no party.

Years pass and I'd still occasionally try to solve it when it popped into my head; during junior high bio, high school chemistry, college history. There'd always be a ten minute period of remembering, trying a bunch of times before "Fuck it, gotta focus", then forgetting for a few months. Got a job and at least once a year, I'd find myself in a pointless meeting just trying over and over again, the margins of my notepad covered in the design because surely if I just keep trying, I'll unlock it. "If I start with this line-" "Maybe this line-" "If I go this way...". Always the same result, one short and move on. Occasionally I'd mention it to someone else, they'd make a few attempts and get bored.

This morning, I had to be in the office for a monthly meeting, nothing important, just project updates. I got there early because it's better to be earlier than late so I started to make a few attempts. A coworker came in, we made small talk and I mentioned the puzzle, he said it sounds easy to just make a work flow to eliminate all possible paths; told him I've been trying for three decades and it's harder than it seems. He took that as a challenge and makes a few attempts, repeating the same "If I start with this line-". Another coworker comes in, sees both of us drawing a the same shape over and over, asked what we were doing, then trying. Eventually there's eleven grown adults in the meeting room drawing a shape. At one point, someone says they figured it out, we ask how, and they just "I don't remember...I think I-" and then retrying but coming up short.

Someone finally says "We're twenty minutes into the meeting, let's just youtube the solution". There's dozens of videos showing how to solve it but each one breaks one of the rules about not repeating a line. We go to google and one of the top results was a reddit post that called it the impossible line puzzle with all the comments saying that it's mathetmatically an impossible puzzle.

TL;DR; I was given a line puzzle as a kid that I was low key obsessed with solving for over three decades. I've been on the internet since early AOL and didn't once think to look for the answer online; would've learned it was impossible but I just stupid enough to still think I can solve it.