Doesn’t need to be a life or death situation, just any moment in your life where you found yourself saying “Holy shit, I can’t believe this is happening!”
Probably being on stage with Green Day. That was pretty crazy. I’d thought about it for years prior to that point and when Billie Joe pointed at me and said “do you know the lyrics? You swear to god?” instinct kinda just took over. I was floating for days afterward
Very nice ! I had something similar happening to me. Got on stage with Hollywood Undead on a big festival. They put a guitar in my hands and have me play the song with them. Definitely the biggest crowd I’ve ever played to.
So this one is a doozy, and I still have trouble believing this happened to me.
My ex was cheating on me. I confirmed it by checking her phones location (yeah I know, shitty thing to do but there were LOADS of red flags and we were each other’s first everything). I decided I was going to confront her at her fuck buddies house. I drove an hour to get there. I was about to turn into the subdivision, and for some reason just had a feeling that I should stop. Once I did, I realized it was stupid to do this. I knew she was cheating, so what sense was there to confront her?
So I turned around and started to head back home when I realized that there was a huge jacked up truck RIGHT on my ass. It was the guy she was cheating on me with. Turns out, it was a college professor for a class we were both in (this was a long time ago).
So I’m driving along, and this guy starts to try to run me off the road, so I start speeding up. He’s trying to get alongside me to ram me. I’m freaking the FUCK out. I’m doing probably 110 mph down a winding back road that I had never been on. No GPS and barely any cell service. I remember calling my mom, and telling her I was going to die. I’ll never forget that. She tells me to hang up and call the cops. I call 911 and give them the rundown, or at least I try to, but I lose signal. It’s at that moment when I see this dude pull a pistol and aim it at my car from his window. He starts firing at me. I miraculously get cell signal again and call the cops. I tell them the road and mile marker that I’m on, and they tell me they’ll have 2 cops posted up ahead and to stop there.
I stop by the cops and they RIP me out of the car and throw me on the ground and handcuff me. Screaming at me asking where the gun is. I tell them that I didn’t have the gun, it was the guy that just flew by them doing 120mph.
It was at that moment that they tell me to stay on the ground and THEY BOTH GET IN THEIR CARS TO CHASE HIM. I’M STILL FUCKING HANDCUFFED, and now, all alone.
They come back and said that they couldn’t catch up to him, but he had told them he had me on camera breaking into his house (how did they speak to him if they didn’t catch up to him ???). I tell them to take me to jail then and have him prove it with the video. They ask me what I was doing in this small town, and I tell them the truth.
They ask to call my soon to be ex so they could speak to her. I gave them her number and they called her and put her on speaker. THIS GIRL TELLS THEM SHES NEVER EVEN MET ME! We’d been together for 4 years!
They tell me to just leave, and that I wasn’t welcome back into the town.
6 months later my dad gets a job in that town and we moved there. Luckily I moved out right after.
Man fuck that girl, fuck those cops, fuck that psycho guy, fuck that small town, fuck your cell carrier. Fuck every character in this story except you. And maybe your dad.
Crazy! I have a similar ish story. Girlfriend and I went to the bird refuge at night to smooch in the car and a truck pulls up behind us, after a minute we decide to leave and they follow. Very rural area. The truck passes and then stops in front of us, we go around and then it’s like my life became a videogame. The truck passed again and this time stops more horizontal to block both lanes, I start to go around and they pull forward, I’m able to go around their other side. I had a shitty manual that could do 0 to 60 in like 40 seconds but I felt fast. A few 90 degree turns on the road. Quite a lot happened on the chase, they nearly rear ended me when I tried to not let them pass, turned around after they passed, turned around again later. Told my girlfriend to call the police but she was crying and screaming and didn’t. And then they ran me off the road into a ditch. 2 guys get out of the truck, I get out of my camry and they’re like “who the fuck are you?!!” I yelled it back at them. They said they’re looking for some person who wasn’t me. I called them a bunch of names. They towed me out of the ditch. I never told my parents because they were Mormon and I didn’t want to get in trouble for going to the refuge with my girlfriend at night lol. It 100% doesn’t feel like it really happened
This sounds made-up.
I know. But I can promise you, it isn’t.
Pretty wild then! I’m glad you made it out unscathed.
Not the happy ending I was hoping for. Here’s how you should have ended it:
"Turns out, the guy she was cheating on my with gets fired from the college for inappropriate relations with students. Afterwards, he gets a job at my dad’s company as a corporate trainer - reporting to my dad! My dad knows who he is, but keeps it a secret for the next 8 years. All the while, he continuously passes the guy up for promotions, gives him the shitiest work to do, bad performance reviews every year, and generally makes his work life hell. It’s a small town though, so there is literally no where else for him to go.
Meanwhile, at home, my ex and the cheater are having trouble conceiving. Since they can’t afford the premium insurance at work, the fertility treatments they need are too expensive. They decide to keep trying instead of adopting, and eventuality the clock runs out. She’s 40 and it’s too dangerous to try and have kids at that point. They give up.
My dad finally decides to retire and the cheater thinks it’s his big chance to finally get promoted. Instead, my dad recommends hiring me as his replacement. They follow his recommendation. Day one, cheater confronts me about how angry he is and I fire him on the spot for insubordination.
He’s now out of work with no option. They can’t afford to relocate. So, my ex has to get a job. She has no skills or experience so she decides to work the local gentlemens club. However, at 40+, she’s not pulling in the tips, so she starts turning tricks for more money. To steer clear of the police, she starts bringing the Johns home for work. Cheater has to sit in the next room while he listens to her get plowed over and over by random dudes ever night. Every once in a while, he’ll hear through the wall one of the Johns ask “How’d you end up doing this?”. To which she replies, “My man just couldn’t keep his fucking mouth shut at work.”. It’s not too long after, on a night where she’s satisfying two dudes at once - one a local mechanic the cheater knew growing up, and the other the local youth pastor - that he decides to eat a bullet.
It’s been 3 years since then. My ex is still working, though with her age, she’s had to leave the local club locations and frequent the truck stops more. Every once in a while, I’ll stop for gas and meet eyes with her as she exits a truck on the other side of the parking lot. She never waves. She just stares. Then, she gets into the next truck."
Edit: Epilogue: Those cops died of dick cancer.
And everybody clapped.
LMAO, you should sell a “catharsis calendar” marketed to grocery checkouts, with one of these shorts for each day of the year. You could retire.
Just remember to come back and take care of me, k?
2004, the kill bill movies had been out over the summer. In the movies is the crazy 88s. A group of ninjas who try to kill the main character. They have all sorts of weapons in the movie, the key one here is the katana. A long slender slightly curved blade.
It’s now october, and I’m at a bar for a halloween party. The DJ gets on the mic and says in 30 minutes, the crazy 88s will be making an appearance.
I was either outside, or somehow missed hearing that announcement.
My friends find me on the couch, and say “they’re here!!!”. I have no idea what they mean. They point at some ninjas on stage, and I say “hey, they look like those ninjas in that movie”.
At some point I go to the bathroom. I’m at the urinal. And this guy dressed in all black comes in. Stands at the urinal 2 away, leaving 1 free urinal between us. Guy code.
Thats when I notice something long and hard in his hand paralel with my face. I casually look to the side, to see what he is sticking near my face. I’m like “…what the fuck?”
He says, without even looking at me “Even ninjas have to pee, but when ninjas pee, we hold TWO swords in our grips. Both for the same reason. To not get pee on the other.”
To this day I still laugh that my face was about 7 inches away from the katanas they used in the movie…but only because he was peeing and using that space as a buffer zone.
I was living above the 15th floor of a building in one of the poorer parts of NYC. I heard my bunny thump and run to the bathroom, and was really confused as he never acted that way.
A few minutes later I see smoke pouring around the door frame and tons of fire trucks outside (I found out later it was a 5 alarm fire). Was sure I was gonna die, so I texted my ex (we were still close) that I loved her and then sat around calmly waiting for death. Eventually FDNY grabbed me out of my unit, and ran me downstairs. Two people across the hallway and someone in the unit above them died.
Did the bunny make it?
Yep, he lived many more years, died at 10 of cancer. Miss him a lot, he was a great escape artist with such a big personality.
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What age was this roughly?
24
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Amazing. My wife would have loved that to happen to get at that age :D
Small event that may only have been exciting to me.
I’m casually into amateur astronomy and stargazing. I like to count satellites if I’m outside on summer evenings, maybe haul the telescope out if some night is particularly clear. But I really don’t get out very often. Emphasis on “casual.”
We moved to our current house some years ago and were just enjoying the nice, big backyard for one of the first times, sitting in some folding chairs fully reclined to look straight up at the sky. Whenever we do that, which is maybe once every several years, even then it’s always too cold, too hot, too many mosquitos, etc., so this was rare and nice.
Right above our heads, right where we were both looking, an Iridium flare swept across us. I’d heard of those satellites reflecting “flares” being particularly spectacular, and I’d thought about trying to get in the path of a predicted one someday, but I don’t think I really thought I’d ever really make the effort or have any luck if I did. Not expecting it and seeing it happen, I couldn’t decide if I was dreaming. I hopped on heavens-above.com right afterwards and, although I didn’t see that flare predicted, it confirmed an Iridium pass had coincided with the sighting, so I’m convinced.
So, something spectacular and somewhat scarce that many people wouldn’t notice and many would either find boring or think was a UFO was something we got lucky to accidentally see together right in our backyard.
I had a cousin of mine entirely convinced I was a wizard by predicting one of them. He was five at the time, but his parents sure couldn’t tell him how I did that :D
On my 8th birthday my dad took a couple friends and I out to dinner and we stopped to buy a video game. My friends and I were arguing about what to get and my dad came by a couple times to get us to hurry up. Finally he said we had to make a decision and ushered us up to the cashier.
As soon as the cashier started to talk a truck off the highway that was above the store crashed through the side wall of the shop with enough speed to hit through every aisle and collapse all the shelving to the back as well as ripping down the ceiling. The guy was covered in blood and slumped over the wheel. No one was hurt in the store luckily, but we all would have been killed if we argued any longer in that aisle. My dad just got us into the car and we drove home. Afterward my dad would just downplay it whenever I would bring it up.
When I stared into my husband’s eyes as he calculated the consequences of beating me in front of our 2yo.
Followed closely by being ordered by a judge to allow him at the birth of my second child that he had claimed wasn’t his fifteen minutes previously.
I could list a few.
- Christmas when I was about 10 I found out my dad wasn’t really my dad. Thanks nana. The man who raised is my dad to me still.
- Leading on from the last one. Later in life my biological father got in touch and giving it all the life complicated spiel. I was indifferent but figured sure I’ll meet. Turns out he was back with my mum and now I’m back at home and he ain’t ever act like a dad, and now he doesn’t see if other daughters since he got back with my mum. Dudes a joke.
- as you might have noticed I’ve had a tumultuous childhood. Mum spent my formative years flipping between my non-bio dad and the man who I have a half brother with, who I ain’t seen in 30 years. So I spent the time sat in the back of a car whilst she called men to her friend or went in pubs to pour pints on their head.
- one time we came home and saw burglars robbing our flat. Probably something to do with my half brothers dad.
- one time as a young adult, the man that raised me was out getting drunk in his mates house. My mum made me break the door down and she went in all guns blazing grabbing a golf club and going ham.
- Fell in a canal at night off my box on Xanax and thought I might die. Threw out my stashed and literally nearly died from withdrawals.
- surprising not been assaulted many times cause I used to be a righteous mouthy cunt when drunk, i don’t drink at all as I saw how it broke my dad, well my mum did but alcohol didn’t help.
- watched as my mum and dad had a loveless marriage and at the start he used to hit her, then later she bullied his ass for decades. Like take his wages and refuse him money for cigs.
- on way to school vacation and got told my dad was going prison for driving drunk whilst banned.
- saw my tea dumped on her head.
- it’s all coming back now. One time my dad tried to drive the car into our house but it got stuck in the bushes.
That’s just a few, but yeah it’s no wonder I’m fucked, not an excuse as I’ve made progress and got a good job now. Not sure I’m happy but I’ve just shut off the stuff I grew up around as what else can I don
The moment I passed out from blood loss. It happened about six hours after my son was born because the nurses didn’t realize I had hemorrhaged during delivery. I fell asleep after birthing him and awoke to nurses shaking my shoulders, and calling for more nurses to help. I heard them yelling to order me a blood transfusion. Someone put a pen in my hand and then grasped my right hand with their hand to force me to sign my name for a blood transfusion because I was too weak to sign my own name. I remember trying to mutter, “yes,” when they asked me if I consented to a blood transfusion. They returned to the room and told me there wasn’t an available blood unit in my type. There were no potential donors around me that were my type. My husband was O+. I’m O-. Neither of my parents are O-. My older sister isn’t O- either. They moved me to a wheelchair by lifting me from the bed. I was too weak to sit up, so I slumped over and fell on the floor of the hallway. The IV’s must have ripped from my arms. I remember everything becoming darker in my field of vision and then losing hearing. Everything just became quieter around me. I remember tears filling up my eyes as I though, “this can’t be happening. Oh my god, am I dying?” I woke up later in a recovery bed and was told I wasn’t allowed to leave the bed without nurses lifting me. My hemoglobin level was 4. It is supposed to be around 14. My parents were completely insensitive to the whole experience, even years later. When I mention it, my dad likes to argue, “who cares about blood type? What does blood type even matter?” I wish this man would have a medical emergency and not have an available blood donor. He’s O+, so it probably won’t happen. I hope he is surrounded by unsympathetic Jehovah’s Witnesses when he needs a blood transfusion. Oh, but whose blood is in demand when my local children’s hospital has newborns that are airlifted to them and in need of a blood transfusion? My type. I donate every day isn’t weeks so no one will ever have to experience the kind of trauma I did. By the way, their blood donor almost died from the child abuse inflicted by “dad”. No one cares. Get over it, right? Tell that to my old skull fractures, huh?
Either when I lived through a magnitude ~7 earthquake while on the 21st floor of an airbnb in a country I didn’t speak the main language of, or the time a moth flew into my ear and got stuck there alive so deep in my ear that four hours later at the hospital the doctors almost didn’t believe that it happened to me at all. I could hear it flapping and struggling the whole time.
The building I was in stayed structurally sound, and the doctors did eventually believe me and find a way to drown/suffocate the moth (although they couldn’t get the corpse out until I could make an appointment with an ear specialist 3 days later because of a long weekend. So I guess maybe both stories are not so interesting in the end, but they still mark two of the worst moments of my life
That depends on your definition, there are a few candidates for that.
