Scams! They're all around us. And even though we should all be hyper-aware that we live in a society full of people and businesses trying to swindle us of our money, people get tricked pretty regularly. Even by scams that should be really, really obvious. It's the same reason kids get other kids to look up by saying "gullible is written on the ceiling!" Human nature makes us inclined to trust other humans, even though oftentimes we shouldn't.
Someone asked Reddit: "what totally obvious scam do people still fall for?" These 25 people share examples of common scams that are often successful, despite seeming painfully obvious:
The websites that lets you bid on expensive shit for cheap prices.
Madbids for example.
You can bid on a camera for as little as a dollar but in reality you always be outbidded by a bot. Until you spend money on the autobid credits that let's you automatically outbid the bot.
You might end up paying 50 dollars for a 200 dollar camera but you would've paid 180 dollars in autobidding credits as well.
The IRS has said over and over again, and they say it every year, and it is on the news, etc.. WE WILL NEVER CALL YOU. Yet people fall for that all the time.
A nice exiled Nigerian Prince contacted me by email. His royal family has been overthrown by the military who has blocked access to the bank accounts whilst they are in hiding. Fortunately their accountant still can access their wealth and they desperately need a foreign account to move the money so it can't be seized by the state until they are safe again. With amazing luck, they chose me in Australia to help them, which I must for the generous offer of 25% of the millions they need to move as long as I provide my bank details and a scan of my passport just to confirm I'm real. If I don't help, I would never forgive myself. Apparently I'm their last chance as others have failed them and I'm to keep this just between the Prince and I. I'm probably putting myself and the Royal Family at risk by discussing it on Reddit, but thought this post worthy of bringing awareness to their plight.
I used to be a 911 dispatcher and old people call ALL THE TIME about scams.
they always think it’s real but a family member made them call and ask us if it is
once they think it’s not they want the local police to investigate. Um, yeah, Glenda, we don’t usually investigate crimes that are originating from NIGERIA here in rural Montana.
they often give them their social or address or other information before they call. Ugh.
Edit: please don’t call 911 for this. Notify the fbi if you want to tell someone.
"I love you. Please send me money so I can visit my dying sister in COUNTRYNAME. I know I've only known you two weeks online, and we've never met in person, and I've called you from three different burner phones--but that doesn't mean we don't love each other."
Had a friend of mine fall for the deployed soldier scam… She payed $8000 in court martial fines for this person because they lost their primary weapon. Then came the gold scam, there was a package with stolen Iraqi gold that was being held at the border and she could get it all taken care of for $22000 or go to jail.
That’s when she called me… My wife and I looked through everything this person had sent her and figured out the whole thing was fake. The shipping company that was holding the package, the Canadian soldier wearing US marine gear and badging, the court martial paperwork… Everything! It was kinda fun playing detective.
But then we had to break it to her and keep showing her the evidence repeatedly. It took a few weeks of her calling and asking, “But what if?” before she really got it.
All told she was taken for about $20000, would have been 40 if she hadn’t have called when she did
Guy in our village gave his online "girlfriend" £10k to help her out but she was rich and would pay him back. She said she'd use the money to come visit him as well. He hasn't heard from her in months and is still convinced she's on her way
Lots of people don’t understand that nearly every MLM is a pyramid scheme. Some of them actually have good products. I grew up on Tupperware. My mom supplemented her income by selling Mary Kay. And Anway has really decent soap.
Unfortunately many or even most of them are so focused on recruiting other people into the company and not selling the product, and that is where the pyramid starts to collapse
Scam emails. "Send me this much money so I can free my funds and pay you back 10x!"
My father fell for this in 2013 -_- We had to get the RCMP involved to get him his money back. No they weren't on horses =< That's just ceremonial. Otherwise they're just federal cops.
Either the classic "HORNY SINGLES IN YOUR AREA ARE BEGGING TO F*CK YOU! YES, YOU!!!".
Or something like e-girls who advertise a $30 f*ck and say that will even drive out of State to get to you and ask you to either make a deposit first or give your credit card info.
Sex apparently will always sell and you can take advantage of people with it.
I'm in management for a popular retail chain and we had this middle aged couple (probably in their 50s) that kept coming in to buy [iTunes] gift cards and would put hundreds of dollars on them. I figured they're being scammed so I mentioned it to them. I was trying to be nice about it like "Hey I noticed you guys are buying these on a daily basis. I just wanted to warn you about some scams that have been going on." (I proceeded to mention a few examples.) The wife turned to the husband and said, "Honey I do feel like we are being scammed. This just doesn't feel right." Her stubborn husband angrily replied, "I know what I'm doing!" I mentally did a face palm and internally screamed, "Listen to your wife!" She just sighed and said ok. They kept coming in to buy their daily gift cards even after my warning.
Any of those videos that purportedly show all kinds of "kitchen hacks", some of them are f*cking dangerous whilst others are just a waste of ingredients. If you leave a wooden spoon over the top of ANYTHING boiling to stop it boiling over, for example, you really should just turn the heat down and avoid potentially burning yourself on a really f*cking hot utensil. Its not hard. No, you can't melt down gummy bears to make a jelly/jello. Why even try when jelly/jello is f*cking cheap anyway? Avoid ANYTHING that Blossom or Yummy post, I am sick of explaining to people on Facebook that they are horse-shit. If it looks too good to be true, then it almost certainly is. Just learn to do things the old fashioned way.
I paid $35 once to be a part of a spirit circle. A lady that was friends with my husband asked him if I wanted to come do it. Apparently this lady was "the real deal" and my husband knew I was struggling with my moms death and idk. I knew it wasn't real but I guess part of me hoped I was wrong and maybe there was a chance she was legit. So we all went downstairs and turned the lights off and got in a circle. She went through everyone and the ladys teenaged daughter was part of it and she somehow guessed that one of her male friends had recently committed suicide and it had really messed her up. She claimed the kid was standing there and trying to connect with her and telling her he was finally at peace. It was such generic garbage but the poor girl had a breakdown and started crying. She got to the person next to me and went fishing for info and the lady kept shutting her down and eventually she said some vague thing about not always being able to connect with the other side. She got to me and I was like ok here we go. Instead of talking about my mom or even alluding to my mom being there, she starts asking me about someone named Robert and a really bad car accident and just... literally nothing even remotely relevant to me or my life. I was so upset after and I just felt really shitty. I felt stupid and sad and I realized that these people are predators. They prey on our desperation to see or talk to people we've lost. It's disgusting
When Mary Poppins sang, "just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down," she was introducing the world to the art of the backhanded compliment: insulting someone under the guise of praise.
Lisa McGee asked Twitter to share "the sly digs" they've received. She was haunted by the memory of her play inspiring a man in an not-so-inspiring way.
The story is even funnier when you know that McGee is the creator of Derry Girls, a sitcom you should absolutely binge on Netflix if you like comedy, female friendship, and alternative '90s music.
McGee's Girls.
Here are the best answers. Come for the sizzling backhanded compliments, stay for the charming British and Irish slang.
Children absorb more than adults give them credit, and unfortunately for us, it's not just the good stuff they take on. Some young children's morbid curiosity draws them closer to manipulation and violence rather than chalk murals and sand castles.
While most behaviors can be corrected and unlearned, both in childhood and adulthood, it can be terrifying to witness the wreckage even young children can cause - whether on purpose or accident.
People jumped onto a popular Reddit thread to share the worst things they've seen children do, and it's more than a little bit scary.
While most of these aren't overtly triggering, some of the posts are dark, so read at your own caution.
I do a lot of secure transports between hospitals and psych facilities. I once transported an 8 year old kid who flushed his parents’ insulin because he knew they needed it to live.
Remember that scene in Game of Thrones where Gregor Clegane fights Oberyn Martell and pushes his eyes in to blow his head up?
My mother works in a kindergarten where they accept special needs kids too. She told me one day one of the more special kids got another kid on the ground and started pressing his eyes in just like in the show.
All the other kids started screaming in terror, not to mention the poor victim and the attending adult couldn't even get him off he was gripping his victim so hard.
One of the other kids had to run for help and they could finally get him off.
Saw a young girl enter a store with her mom and throw a fit when she couldn't get a Barbie doll. Her wailing caused a group of people to show up and things blew up when the girl decided to say that the woman was not her mom.
Police were called. I, being a young stocker at the end of my shift, told my manager that the girl came in with the woman and promptly clocked out.
Long story short, told to me by the manager the next day, the police sorted the situation and they left the property a few hours later.
A friend of mine in elementary school would literally beat up her mother. When her mother became pregnant, she would kick and punch her mother's belly. She was like 10. I remember my mom always stepping in if it happened while we were around, but it was like this poor woman was afraid of her own daughter and she just took it. Smh.
Oh gosh the list could go on for me, but here is one incident that really irked me.
My sophomore year of college, my cousin asked me if I can take her two daughters (11 and 6) to the mall, because she was busy and the girls wanted to use their spending money. We go to the mall, I buy them ice cream, and they spend their money. As we’re leaving, we pass Claire’s and boy oh boy does the youngest want to check it out.
Now here is some backstory with these kids: their mom (my cousin) doesn’t punish them worth of shit. I had their son throw a toy train at me once and all I got in response when I told his mom was “He’s 9 and you’re 19, just be the bigger person. He’s just a kid”. THAT kind of parenting.
Anyways I tell the 6yo that we can look but because she already spent her money, we weren’t buying anything. As SOON as we walk in, she goes up to something she wants and says “buy this for me.” When I say no she announces in the store “Fine then, I’ll just take it” and proceeds to walk out the door. I take the you back and tell her that we are going home. Never have I seen a kid throw a tantrum like this in my life. The worst part was every time I tried to carry her or grab her hand she’d scream “Help me! Help me! I don’t know you!” The oldest kid records all of it and sends it to her mom, who then simply responds “haha, good luck!”
When we got home, my cousin told me “She wouldn’t have thrown the tantrum if you just got her the toy”. I was livid.
My neighbour's kid was burning ants to death with a magnifying glass. After a while he decided that ants were too boring so he tried to hold down his cat burn it with the magnifying glass.
This was at our first house, so I must've been between 2-3 at the time. We were in our driveway with one of my parents' friends, I was just playing around like usual.
I had a chalk and a dark green easel in my room, which I enjoyed playing with often. So I was in the driveway milling about, when I found a piece of chalk and spotted their friend's dark green car. Toddler me saw no problems with this, so I started drawing.
My mom saw what I was doing. Suddenly everyone got really upset, really fast. My mom made me drop the chalk, and my hands were COMPLETELY bloody and started to hurt. I was so confused and upset, it didn't occur to me until later what happened. It wasn't chalk, it was glass. I scratched that poor guy's car up to kingdom come with glass.
We still saw that friend for years afterwards, so it evidently wasn't a friendship ruining moment. I'm sure they paid for the paint job.
In another case of mistaken identity, did you know that to a child who knows nothing about cacti, certain ones look super soft and fluffy? They're not. They're absolutely not.
I was at Boston market. This kid smacked his mom's butt. She was like no! Then he grabbed her skirt and in one move pulled it down to her ankles. She was in shock. The store was packed too. She couldnt get her clothes up fast enough. I admired her for not running out the store though. She got her chicken and left fuming.
In my kindergarten class, this big kid punched a girl in the face and then slammed her face into a desk because “she stole my seat.” Btw it wasn’t his seat and he never sat there.
When I was an English teacher in China I had a 7 year old student called Prince. That was not just his chosen English name (which can be anything from Sally or Ben, to Supperman or JJ Kangaroo), but also a direct translation of his Chinese name, which gives you all the information you need about this child's idea of his station in life and how he was treated by his parents.
This kid yelled at the other kids and me on a daily basis, threw fists if anyone got too close and once threw a (luckily light plastic) chair across the classroom at me. But the worst of all was the time that this kid screamed so much his throat started bleeding.
He had to go to hospital and couldn't speak for a few days (which was a blessing), following which I was called into my boss's office and told that his parents were blaming me for it. I told her how absolutely ridiculous that was and made it very clear that when the term rolled over I would not be teaching any class which he was in.
My neighbors kid who was about 10 or 11 used to lure stray dogs up to his porch then would tie the dog down and stick a firecracker those little black, black cats in the dogs butt and light it on fire.
The sheer yelping and screaming from the dog was horrible. Called the police and reported the kid like a thousand times. all the neighbors hated that boy and jumped on his parents over it.
His mom was a meth head always drugged out and his dad was a drunk and said well at least he isn't a terrorist and blowing up buildings.
This isn't as bad as some of the other ones, but it was an awful, awful night.
When I was 16 I worked at Subway with a lady who had 2 little kids, around age 2 & 4. She asked me to come over and babysit on Saturday night so she could go out to dinner with her husband.
When it was time to make them dinner I left them on the couch in the living room in front of the TV while I heated up the food their mom left. I heard giggles and happy squeals from the living room, awesome, happy kids!
I came out to the 2 year old with her diaper off, smearing her crap along the wall from one end to the other. Her older sister was cheering her on.
I stuck the 4 year old at the kitchen table with her dinner and took the 2 year old to the bathroom down the hall to hose off the poop. I hear...what I can only describe as evil cackling coming from the living room. I grab the baby and run out to the 4 year old with a lighter trying to set things on fire. Luckily the only thing she had success with was a piece of paper that I stomped out.
I never babysat again.
However, I did learn the fun fact that day that you could easily remove the child safety tab on a lighter by simply ripping it off. Why you would do that when you have 2 little kids is beyond me, though. I guess so you can light up your cigarette 2 seconds faster. Great parenting right there.
Aunt A lost her home in a flood, and they moved into Aunt B's home for about 3 months. Aunt A's family had a Teacup Poodle, Aunt B's son (appx 10 years old) spent most of that 3 month period trying to kill their dog with Rube Goldberg machines.
At first it was a "that was weird" situation, which quickly became - this child is psychotic.
He started off with making an elaborate bottle rocket cannon. Then threw the dog into the pool and threw cinderblocks at it, tried repeatedly to cram it into cardboard boxes, throwing tools and hardware at it from the second story balcony.
It was scary.
I think a few months after Aunt A's family moved out, the kid hit his little brother in the head with a shovel and split his scalp open. They started therapy after that one.
A while ago around the time my dad was sick with cancer, I went to visit my sister as he was staying with her. Her daughter lived there with her husband and daughter as well.
They'd make it a huge point that they taught their daughter the right names for genitals so that if anyone were to molest them and call it something else, they'd know.
I would play Barbie and stuff with her and whenever I didn't do what she wanted me to do, she'd say she'll go to her parents and tell her I "touched her"
The first time she did that to me shocked me to my core. I went to tell my niece and she told me they'd had incidents that she threatens to do that pretty often to their family friends and teachers.
I think the way they overemphasized stuff like that to her made her use it to her advantage. After my dad died, she also told me things like "you're never ever going to see him again" and "you don't have a dad anymore"
A family with two quite young kids live in my neighborhood, it's a small village with just one, small street where barely any cars drive, so the kids often play there.
One time, I just happened to look out of the window when they were laughing and playing peacefully outside once again, when suddenly, one of the kids walked a little nearer to the street, where a weird thing was laying and stepped on it.
I could just hear a little stomp and a small, faint "cracking" sound.
As the kid lifted their foot, there was a crushed baby bird laying there (I guess it had fallen out of some tree near the road) and the kid just looked at it. There was blood and just that poor little, now crushed baby bird laying on the road.
I'm sure it was on purpose, though, the bird was definitely already dead before.
My friends kid swing a rake at my head when I asked him to stop chasing his chickens around the yard. Just turned and took a swipe at my face, that I luckily was able to grab and rip from his hands and just glare at him. His dad just said "oh Kids" like that's a normal and okay thing to do.
“Having children is like living in a frat house - nobody sleeps, everything's broken, and there's a lot of throwing up.”
-Ray Romano
You love your kids, of course, but sometimes those precious little angels drive you up the friggin' wall. If you're experiencing these feelings, you are not alone. These hilarious parenting memes perfectly nail the struggle of being home with your kids 24/7.
We've been in quarantine for over a month now and if things are starting to get weird, we found some jokes to cheer you up...
Sure, you might not remember the last time you showered, you are now accutely aware of the daily routine of all your neighbors, it's unclear what day (or year) it is, and you're starting to binge-watch some seriously strange television, but at least the internet hasn't lose its sense of humor!
Don't beat yourself because the bread you baked looks like a lumpy wet potato and the breads on Instagram have six pack abs, do every push-up challenge they're tagged in and have suddenly mastered the art of homeschooling their children. The most important thing we can do right now is socially distance and support our local essential workers.
Here are the funniest, recent pandemic-related tweets we could find. Enjoy and stay safe from cabin fever!
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THINGS YOU CAN DO IN QUARANTINE: -chores -sweep till the floor's all clean -polish -wax -do laundry -mop & shine up -sweep again and by then it's like 7:15 -read a book or maybe 2 or 3 -add a few new paintings to my gallery -play guitar -knit -cook -wonder when will my life begin
A real life mini-soap opera played out in the comments of a church's Facebook post, and the commenter asked "Am I The A**hole?" for redemption.
Someone wrote on Reddit asking, "AITA for publicly revealing who my biological parents are on Facebook and kind of messing things up for them?"
You can guess from the title that things did not go well.
The adoptee wrote:
I was given up for adoption when I was a baby by my parents who were 19 years old.
Due to reasons, I was taken from my adoptive parents and put in foster care when I was 11 and remained in the system until I went to college.
When I turned 18, I was given my mother's contact information by someone. I found out she was married to my biological father. They had public profiles on Facebook and Instagram. I ended up messaging my mother who never responded.
I then tried to message my father who basically replied saying that he's sorry but they would rather not have me in their lives. That it took them a while to grieve over giving me up and that they don't want to go through all that pain again.
Feeling rejected, OP reached out to their biological maternal grandmother, and things escalated from there.
Well at this point I got pretty pissed because I think it's kind of shitty they think they can prevent me from knowing the rest of my family.
I ended up messaging my grandmother (my mother's mom) who was actually happy to know me. I met her in person and we really bonded.
I also have two younger siblings but I didn't contact them after what my father said.
Well four months ago, I saw my father post of a picture of them at some Church event and say "my beautiful wife and our two amazing kids".
This was on their church Facebook page. This was probably wrong but I replied with a comment saying "Don't you mean three kids?"
I didn't really expect the amount of people responding to that as I did. There were a bunch of people my parents knew that started asking questions. I freaked out and deleted my comment.
They deleted their comment, but the internet is forever.
Then I started getting DMs from people, including people I was related to. Later that day, my grandmother made a post confirming I was a child given up for adoption.
So now, I started making connections with some extended family and have been to a few family parties. My parents have been told they aren't invited unless they accept me which they haven't.
The whole drama has kind of messed with their lives and business. My parents are now apparently separated. I don't really accept that as my fault.
AITA for doing what I did?
People called the adoptee an a**hole for so flagrantly disrespecting their biological parents' wishes—while also sympathizing with how rough they've had it.
"YTA (You're The A**hole). You intentionally disrespected their wishes. I get it, it sucks. I was put up for adoption myself and even went through a failed adoption too.
But that doesn’t mean you get a pass on shitting on their wishes like that. That was pretty much the worst way you could have gone about things. You could have quietly started reaching out to people who seemed related to them through private messages," abstractnerddreams commented.
"It isn’t your fault that they seem to have separated. But it is a total asshole move what you did. YTA because of how you went about things not because you wanted to know your family."
An "A**hole Aficionado" with the screenname 5had0 argued that OP's intention with the Facebook comment was clearly intended to shame them, and was therefore not a good-faith attempt to join their family.
"OP used that fact to public shame her birth parents," they wrote. "Besides perpetuating the stereotype that making the extremely difficult decision to put a child up for adoption is a moral failing on the parents, stories like this are going to make it much less likely that other birthparents are going to be willing to meet the children they gave up for adoption earlier in life."
The adoptee isn't the first person in the world to be angry with their biological parents, and probably isn't the first person to publicly shame them on Facebook after being ghosted with their mother on Instagram.
One thing is certain: there is probably way more to this story than was in the original post. Here's hoping one of the parents writes "AITA for giving up a child for adoption and then refusing to connect with them and blaming them for tearing my family apart?"
This list is for all the ladies out there who could use a laugh today. (All of us!) These memes are relatable and hilarious as hell. Giggling is definitely self care, so treat yourself to some laughs now.
The pandemic has profoundly messed with the rhythms of our daily lives, including our sleep schedules. There's something about life in quarantine that makes it difficult to go to bed early, fall asleep, or wake up. It's a weird cycle that involves, for many of us, frequent naps, snacks, exhaustion, and existential thoughts.
Here are 20 of the funniest tweets I could find about people whose sleep schedules have completely jumped the shark:
It's nice when your friends want to help out with your wedding — but sometimes it can feel like their offer of help is purely self-serving.
One bride took to Reddit to ask if it's okay to turn down her friend's offer to sing at her wedding reception as a "gift" — especially after her other friends told her she should give the wannabe songbird a chance.
The bride is planning her wedding for post-lockdown and talking about it with her friends, one of whom is a mediocre singer:
One of my friends, Abigail, is a singer. She has a very gospel-ly kinda voice but as awful as it sounds all I think when she sings is ‘this is warbly’ and I have to fight to keep a straight face. She’s not awful, but it’s really not my cup of tea.
She's supportive of her friend's singing even though it's not great:
Obviously I would never say that to her but I do encourage her passion because one day she wants to turn her hobby into a career. I always respond in the group chat with constructive feedback when she sends us voice clips asking for it and if it’s very bad I’ll just stay quiet and not say anything at all.
Emboldened by a member of the recording industry who noticed her, she suggested singing at the wedding:
Now recently in January a little known music producer (I think) retweeted a video of her singing and she has taken this as her sign that she is about to break it big.
She asked why I hadn’t asked her to sing in our wedding, and I answered honestly that I want her there in a friend capacity, not there to work. She then said she insisted on ‘gifting’ us the song to our first dance.
The bride politely refused the suggestion and even thought of a great excuse:
I really, really don’t want her to do this so I told her I would need to square it with my fiancé as we are making all decisions together. Thankfully he was on board with me and I texted her ASAP to say that fiancé wasn’t keen on the idea because he really wants x band to play instead.
But the singer friend not only got mad, but made other friends get involved:
She became upset in our chat group and quite a few of my friends are texting me telling me I should give her the platform and that I’m being a bad friend and an a-hole, and that I’m being selfish.
And the people of Reddit agree that the bride is not the a-hole in this situation, and she's under no obligation to let her friend perform.
Keatonp0tatoes says this is textbook behavior and some variation of it happens at every wedding:
The second anybody you know hears about your wedding, they’re going to start telling you what to do. But it’s YOUR wedding and if you don’t want your first dance to be sang by someone whose voice you don’t care for, you have every right to do something else. Put your foot down and let Abigail stay butthurt. Your wedding is about YOU, not her.
And whitechocc stated the obvious: this is more about the singer than the bride.
She's not gifting you her voice, she wants the attention and for all your guests to hear her. She's not doing this for you, she's doing this for her.
MrmmphMrmmph agrees and adds an amusing visual:
Gifting her voice? Was that in the wedding registry? Cause if it wasn’t, then the couple don’t want it. Unless $100 bills shoot out of her nostrils every time she warbles. That would be better than a chocolate fountain.
VinnyVincinny gave further proof that real friends don't demand you use their services for anything:
I am a professional floral designer and I wouldn't make a stink if a friend didn't have me do the flowers. The point is some people don't want to risk their friendships by doing business with their friends and it isn't a knock to their ability. I think it's sweet she offered a song for the reception but it's a bit too much that she just figured she'd sing for your first dance.
And LizzyFCB made the best point and pun of all:
If she is tone deaf enough about social niceties, imagine what her singing voice is like..
So there you have it. No one has the right to demand the stage at your wedding reception!
1. Remember when social media was overrun with "Harlem Shake" videos?
I was at a wedding for a family friend when it was a thing. Our table was close to the edge of the dance floor for watching people make drunken fools of themselves. But then the Harlem Shake comes on. Most people just kept dancing not really aware of the song/meme. During the build up I got up from my table and slowly made my way to the middle of the dance floor bobbing my head, while at the same time a guy 2 tables down from us also got up and was making his way to the dance floor.
There we were together on the dance floor and when the drop hit we both busted out our best Harlem shake. After about 20-30 seconds we both turned around, walked back to our tables, and sat down. Didn’t even know the guys name. - Nervous_NPC
2. SillyBandz came out of nowhere.
Silly Bands.
It was massive and then suddenly it vanished. - Doomwaffle9
3. There was a time when the coolest thing you could do was lay flat, face-down, on a surface or object in public and have someone take a picture then post it online. Wow.
Planking - tokenbisexual
4. Wonder if the people who got mustaches tattooed on their fingers feel dumb now.
Mustaches on absolutely everything - drinkitinmaaaan
5. Fidget spinners had a great run.
I actually really liked them. Someone randomly gave me one once (I'm 31 but I look quite young so maybe they thought I was a teenager or something?)
I'm quite fidgety when sitting down anyway so it was quite satisfying to spin it around while I was watching films etc. - banananey
6. Heelies — or were they called wheelies? — are ripe for a comeback.
The shoes with the wheels in the heels. And the ones that lit up when you walked. - wa444
7. Tamagotchis really primed us for a lifetime of handheld device addiction.
Tamagotchi
It went from "everyone has one and must clean up their s***" to "what the f*** was wrong with us" very quickly. - inckalt
8. Remember when everyone loved mullets, earnestly in the '80s and "ironically" in the 2000s?
The mullet.
All business up front, party in the back...
9. Even when this was cool, it was still embarrassing.
Popped collars. Back in 2007 and around that time frame for a few months it was very big, and cringe. It didn't last long and I think everyone has forgotten it. - Prepper2086
10. Duct tape prom dress, anyone?
Making things out of duct tape, preferably mustache printed duct tape - _ravioli_buster_
11. Those clowns were so weird...
That thing in 2016 with the killer clowns - AmberMetallicScorpion
12. Forget Pogs, what about slammers?!
Pogs, f*** I miss those things - Borealis_sailor
13. Wow, we really went from denim everything to, in 2020, denim nothing.
Early 2000's denim everything trend - Enchanter177
14. Men deserve highlights too, if they want.
Frosted Tips - REO-tabaggin
15. Men in jeggings? Honestly, didn't hate it.
Early 2000s Brooklyn dudes wearing denim that was skin tight and looked like it was previously owned by a mechanic. - math-yoo
16. But this was the comfiest trouser trend of all time...
Rise and shine! It's meme time. This list of wacky memes will probably be the highlight of your morning. Unless you hate laughing, then I just feel sorry for you, bro.
If you've lost all sense of time, space, who and where you are in quarantine, you could definitely use a laugh...
Now that we've been socially distancing for over a month, some people are starting to get bold and go to the beach, dodging unmasked people in the street is getting more difficult, and we all have at least one friend that seemingly is not reading the news and acting like nothing is happening. "Hey man, I'm having a birthday party with like 300 people tomorrow, you in?" No. I'm not in...
In order to flatten the curve and save lives, we all must stay home and support our local essential workers! Still, following the rules (even if they're essentially just sitting on your couch) can get hard sometimes. Watched every television show and film ever made already? Is your dog starting to get too clingy? Have you fully given up on homeschooling your kids and now they're just studying, "Frozen II" for the 30th time? Don't worry, you're not alone.
When #MemeThisQuarantine started trending on twitter, people were eager to share. Here are the funniest recent quarantine memes we could find. Enjoy and stay safe!
It's been a busy month for parents, whose kids in quarantine are learning a lot from them. Kids will end the school year with a whole new vocabulary of swear words, a repertoire of TikTok dances, and maybe even some math.
In the meantime, they're providing inspiration for these hilarious tweets.
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My 7 y.o. put on a suit for his class Zoom this morning. My wife told me I needed to go see it so I popped my head in to grab a pic. He was concerned I was going to interrupt him and flashed me the “I’m on a call hand signal.” It took everything I have not to bust out laughing. pic.twitter.com/lBJgkuyDRh
With all the days blurring together, all meals becoming a series of sad snacks, and not truly remembering what it's like to wear pants...quarantine is truly a journey.
Baking challenges, virtual workouts, Zoom happy hours, online classes--if the constant staring at screens is turning you into a hairy zombie, forgive yourself. A global pandemic is definitely a cause for some serious stress and if your problems are more difficult than failing at your focaccia bread attempt, you could definitely use a laugh.
Luckily, social distancing has made connecting with people a little easier with social media, video chats and the constant communication of the internet. If you need some cheering up to distract you from the trash-fire that is the news cycle right now, here are the funniest tweets we could find from this week of quarantine. Enjoy and stay safe!
My 7 y.o. put on a suit for his class Zoom this morning. My wife told me I needed to go see it so I popped my head in to grab a pic. He was concerned I was going to interrupt him and flashed me the “I’m on a call hand signal.” It took everything I have not to bust out laughing. pic.twitter.com/lBJgkuyDRh
The presence of hundreds of restless hormonal teens is the perfect storm for unverified gossip, so most high schools are oceans full of swirling rumors.
While the effects of rumors can be downright cruel during your teen years, looking back at the gossip of yesterday can be cathartic and hilarious. Teens will spin a story with no evidence or logic in order to entertain themselves, consequences be damned, and it's nothing if not amusing to dissect.
Current and former students jumped on a popular Reddit thread to share the stupidest rumors that spread at their high school, and these are really above and beyond.
There was this video this girl sent to her boyfriend spreading through out the school. It was a video of her inserting a toilet brush into her vayjayjay and blood pouring out from her hymen. Everyone thought it was her but there was no face in the video. It turned out to be something her boyfriend found on a porn website and decided to tell everyone it was her to get revenge.
EDIT: so I couldn't find the exact video because it was a few years ago and it was definitely an amateur one. But this one is pretty similar, it looked like this except there was a bit more blood.
Probably about a friend of mine. He had a sort of asthma combined with some other condition, but was a really active kid who played on all the sports teams. Basically, the stress on his pulmonary system caused his lung to collapse (more than once, in fact) and he needed to be treated.
At one point or another, large swaths of the school believed that he had an (in some cases two) iron lung (read: lungs made of iron, not the kidney machine or Radiohead song), and that the collapse had happened because he had been shot by a homicidal maniac named Joey. No sh*t, he would get cards all the time, including some on the 'anniversary' of the shooting praising him for his bravery and saying they hoped Joey was in hell. He found it so baffling and hilarious, but no matter how many people he would correct, the rumor persisted.
I was in high school and shortly after the September 11th attacks people started saying that our town was next. I live in a smallish town in Iowa. My class mates were stupid.
In high school there was a popular rumour going round about me that I tried to kill myself by jumping out of a window of the bungalow I lived in.
I've never lived in a bungalow, nor have I ever tried to jump out of a window, yet people would recite that rumour to me as if it was gospel, and would even argue to my face that I lived in a bungalow.
The best was when Russians bought a gas station near us and everyone became convinced that the Russian mafia was taking over our town.
It became worse when I decided to practice my Russian with one of the Russians and he went on this half an hour long story about where he was from and stuff. (I didn't know the difference between asking "how are you" and "tell me about yourself" in Russian yet.) After that rumors started that I was with them and trying to help them take over.
It's always those weirdly sexual ones, a kid in the year below apparently f*cked / fingered his cat, i can't remember what the kid looks like but anytime he gets mentioned "ISNT THAT THE KID THAT F*CKED HIS CAT?"
I was born with one arm and 99% of the people I went to school with knew this. Didn't stop a few geniuses in my sister's class from spreading the rumor that I was run over by a train. Yep, train vs. kid and only a limb lost.
Edit: OK, OK, I guess being hit by a train and only losing a limb happens. It just seemed implausible to high school me and I hadn't given it much thought since.
One that got out of control was a fake rumor started when this girl dumped a guy and in retribution he started a rumor that she cheated on him with another girl. The problem was that both girls were incredibly hot, so it backfired and everyone thought he was an idiot for not going for the 3 way. Guy deserved it, as he was a total moron to begin with.
That a student stole her friend's mom's HIV maintenance medication and proceeded to snort it to try and get high. HIV maintenance meds cost thousands of dollars per prescription filled, so her insurance denied coverage on the off-schedule refill and the family had to foot the bill.
While it was never proven true, she was such a f*cking crack-wh*re that I wouldn't have been surprised.
That one of our teachers would shine his shoes in order to see the reflection from up your skirt while he was talking to you. No one seemed to care that it would be probably impossible to see anything via his shoe or that they weren't even that shiny anyway.
We had 2 science teachers that were married. Rumor has it they had a giant greenhouse full of pot, and they spent new years eve 1999 on a hillside, naked and stoned, waiting for the end of the world to come. I was actually pretty good friends with them, and they did not have a greenhouse full of pot, just your normal amount that anyone would have.
This is ridiculous, but it's that black guys have bad teeth. I'm not kidding.
We only had maybe 2 Africans in our school, maybe 3 more adopted African kids, and then... two African American kids (brothers.)
One African American got in a fight and Pat knocked his damn teeth out. It literally led us to believe (we were young and dumb) that African Americans had poor gums and/or teeth, since even a pussy like Pat could so effortlessly knock them out before first period.
There was a great rumour that one of the teachers had slept with a student during a dress up day because the teacher thought the student was someone's sister or something and that there was a video of it somewhere. Never found the rumoured video.
Anyone who's made a huge mistake at some point in life (so, all of us) knows that feeling when you first realize you f*cked up. Your pulse races. Your heart sinks into your stomach. And time seems to slow down as you mentally scroll through the potential consequences of what you've done. Happens to me almost every day when I think back on half the decisions I made in my 20's.
Someone asked Reddit: "at what moment did you know, you f*cked up?" These 23 people share their most terrifying and mortifying "OOPS!" moments:
Someone pulled the fire alarm in my building. I went outside to see what was up, but there was no fire. I walked down 3 flights of stairs to get to the one that was pulled and see if there was anything amiss. It was 2 in the morning and I can't say that I was completely in the moment. First thing I noticed was the bloody hand print on the wall, then the trail of blood going out the back door. I called the police and was directing them to our building when I notice that my feet were wet. I looked down and saw that I had been standing in a puddle of blood and my socks were now saturated. He is an excerpt of how the call went after I noticed this: ME: Hey uh, so I'm not sure if you get asked this much 911: Go ahead, any information may be helpful ME: I just realized i'm standing in the blood. Do I need to stay where I am now? It's kinda gross. 911: No sir, you don't need to stay there ME: Do I need to take off my socks or anything? Are they evidence now? I don't know how this works. 911: No sir, you can just get out of the blood and clean yourself ME: Ok, but do I need to... 911: GET OUT OF THE BLOOD SIR ME: k......
When my teacher was teaching about empathy and we read a passage about a girl with no legs. I said loud enough for everyone to hear “How am I supposed to put myself in to her shoes?”
Grade six. Came home for lunch, eating sandwiches with the family on the back patio. The family decided to tease me about some girl, so I said she was a slut, not knowing what the word really meant. The dead silence that greeted my silence told me that word meant a lot more than she's a mean girl.
My previous relationship was really not going too well and I was considering ending it. In hindsight should have ended it way before I did.
Anyway, I was texting my mum "How am I supposed to be happy and celebrate his birthday with him when I know I don't want to be with him and I just want to end this?"
Somehow, the message didn't end up going to my mum but to my ex. 3 whole days before his birthday.
Needless to say, it was a pretty crappy few months after 🤦🏻♀️
When my dad called and told me I was on his work’s terrorist watchlist. Earlier in the day, I had been caught by the police “urban exploring” (trespassing) and they took me and my friends’ information and gave them fines (I was under 18 so luckily I didn’t get one). I figured since I didn’t have a fine to pay, I could hide this from my parents. My dad is a chemical engineer and so their plant has strong security, including a watch list for any potential break-ins or other mischief, as many of their chemicals could cause harm if used improperly. Apparently trespassing was bad enough of a crime to have my name show up on that list, and my dad came home more confused than angry. The words “terrorist watchlist” terrified me and I confessed the whole thing to them. Luckily, they weren’t mad- and actually enjoy urbex as much as myself.
When I was staring at an Excel spreadsheet during the 13th hour of my work day and realizing that they're making me do two jobs but paying me based on the one that was cheaper. I was only in my third month at the job.
when i was a kid i was up playing minecraft at like 2 in the morning, and my mom walked in unannounced. she starts yelling at me and asking why the fuck i'm awake. in the most deadpan, tired voice an eleven year old could have, i said, "you're awake too, y'know. i could ask you the same fucking thing."
needless to say i got my ass handed to me after that and i got grounded for a few months lol
I stalked this popular girl in our school on instagram and accidentaly uploaded her bikini pic in my story. I only saw the post 16hrs later. I don't know if she ever knew about it, she was only a new student at that time but got popular because of her looks. I've been called an idiot and a dumbass over and over but that was a year ago. Now she is the gf of my old friend.
This is actually from a friend. He really liked to explore abandoned buildings.
One night he decided to explore the abandoned military base in our city. At one point during his exploration he threw some rocks and broke a window. Then he heard a voice yelling: "Hold it right there, freeze!". That's how he found out the military base was in fact not abandoned at all.
I was a 'troublesome' young person. So the first time I got arrested as an adult I called my uncle and was like "haaaa, funny story, I'm in jail, bail?"
In 6th grade we were in spanish class (in Spain btw) and we were thinking of phrases to express feelings and I wrote ‘hijo de la chupacabra‘ which means ‘son of a goat sucker (the chupacabra)’. One of my class mates talked me into saying it as an example. The entire class laughed and the teacher just looked at me like I was nuts. Best and worst memory.
My little brother and I (9 and 12 respectively) were fighting (as brothers do). I don't know why, but I hadn't trimmed my nails in a bit. I raked his back. His back started to bleed. He started screaming. I didn't even try to silence him. I said a quick sorry and ran. Out of the house. Came back and it was locked. About an hour later mom opened the door and said that dad was furious and was gonna probably take it out on my ass in the morning. He did. It's how I woke up that day.
When I opened my bag and realized the install disks were not all there, after taking 2 planes and a helicopter (complete with an at-sea landing) to an icebreaker off the coast of Newfoundland, in order to do a software installation.
One night I was watching a pretty questionable anime on my laptop with crappy earphones that only work if you plug it at a certain angle. It was getting pretty late so the room was very quiet. Everyone was either lying on bed looking at their phones, or already asleep. So as I was fiddling with the earphones while watching a pretty loud scene, the plug came loose just enough for the laptop to consider it unplugged. I wish I had godly reflexes, but the damage had been done before I realized it. Well, you can pretty much guess what happened afterwards.
Had an infected tooth literally rotting out of my skull, kept taking 800mg ibuprofen throughout the day, woke up in the middle of the night to immense pain, popped another ibu and some other pill that I don’t remember and smoked a bowl. Within 20 minutes I felt a feeling I can only describe as my brain “wiggling” behind my eyes (a feeling I hope I never experience again), and my heart started racing faster than it ever has in my life. Probably a good 120+bpm. I thought I was going to have a heart attack at 24. I have no clue how I didn’t die. I panicked and woke my parents up and got in so much trouble because in the initial panic and confusion, I thought it was the combo of the ibu and the weed and confessed I had been smoking in the house. Only later did I realize it was all the ibu I had taken in the last 24 hrs.
Cynics and philosophers will say you can never really know someone, and while that seems like a bleak prescription, there are definitely cases where it's true.
Some people are so good at keeping secrets, those closest to them don't know the full story until after they pass away. Finding out you didn't truly know the character of a loved one can be a huge jolt, particularly when you're already dealing with the complexities of grief. But in some cases, a disturbing reveal empowers you to move on from the half-truths you were fed.
In a popular Reddit thread, people shared the most disturbing things they've found out about loved ones after they died, and the secrets run deep and wide.
My uncle killed himself after he was caught at a bestiality brothel in Nevada. Course we only found out why he killed himself when the police showed up at my parents house wanting to know if he had any pets at home. He did not.
I received a phone call from my late husband’s girlfriend the day of his funeral. She was phoning his cell phone which I had turned off while he was in the hospital. She told me that my husband had been paying her rent for the last year. The bank had recently foreclosed on our house. I had no idea he was unfaithful to me but she knew all about me.
Edit: Thank you for my the silver and gold and all the wonderful messages. Your caring and concern has brought me to tears many times today. Although I have recently tried to start dating again, I have health issues which caused problems in my marriage and I am apprehensive to try again. If I did not have my children, young adults now, pushing me I think I would be content to become a crazy cat lady.
My great grandmother went into the military after committing a crime and in the military she confessed to a judge who punished her by extending her military contract and forcing her to serve in the war.
I never knew what happened until way after she died and I had asked my dad about it. There was a pedophile in her neighborhood who was touching kids and he was going after boys. My G'momma mutilated his wank and beat the crap out of him when she saw him try to lift two boys.
That for the first few months my mother was pregnant with me the entire family thought she was dying from an ovarian tumor. She was 41 and it was the 1960s, her doctor at the navy hospital just assumed she was too old to get pregnant.
That my grandfather molested my mom when she was a child. It started after my grandmother died and ended after he found someone else. I was pretty shocked, especially since my mom didn't seem to carry any kind of baggage from it, though of course I don't know what went and still goes on in her head.
Something that made sense though was how she always made sure my brother and I were either in her room to sleep whenever we stayed at Grandpa's place (which wasn't too often) or in the room next to hers. We were never alone with my grandfather, and we never had a warm or loving relationship with him. He was cold to us and we never really got attached to him, and we visited him maybe once a year. I think my mom felt obligated to have a relationship with him for some reason, but she was always very protective of us and my brother and I were never victims of his.
I had a brother who had some paranoid delusions (FBI, CIA following him, spying on his apartment, etc). We (my brothers and I) had tried to get him help and he would just have no part of it. After a few years, it seemed like it had gotten better. He stopped bringing it up and we felt like it must have just passed.
After he died, we found his journal and it was just horrifying. Right up until the night he died, he detailed all of the torture that they were inflicting on him - weird sh*t that I can't even write in here. It was just incredibly disturbing to read what a tortured life he was living inside his mind while acting relatively normal outside.
Edit: Many people have asked me to go into more detail on what he wrote. I can't go into much detail - it's hard for me to write about. Briefly, he believed that they were using some type of focused energy beam to torture him. They focused on different parts of his body at different times. Every noise that an appliance made was proof of electronic surveillance. Every bump on the wall or person walking in an adjacent apartment was a message from either the "bad" FBI agents or the "good" FBI agents.
My grandpa had stashed what would be worth millions today and proceeded to convince his family they were poor and had almost no money. His family lived in poverty while he lied to them all.
My BIL died in an accident, and his wife found out by going through his phone that he was sleeping with several other women. Many of whom were pretty close in our "friend group" and some were also married. It was quite awkward and got pretty messy.
After my grandfather's death we were cleaning out his old house and I found an envelope with paperwork that basically said my dad had died by suicide. I had been told as a kid that it was a heart attack. It was a sh*tty way to find out the truth.
I once had a friend whose dad died...and he never really talked about it but he was pretty troubled. Every year on his death date, they would have a celebration of life party. He invited our friend group one year and we were all excited to be there to support him. Turns out his dad died in a car accident involving a drunk driver. The dad was the drunk driver and also killed the family he hit.
Family friend that passed was having sex with young male prostitutes, had his wife hooked on drugs that he provided with his doctors license, and had spent all of their money even though they had been rich so that they were destitute and his wife and kids had no idea. She lost the house a month after he died unexpectedly. She and her kids are doing fine now. She's recovered and remarried.
My mum’s uncle stole my grandfather’s gun and killed himself. Afterward they found out that he had been hiding in his ex-wife’s bathroom for hours waiting to kill her and their kids, but gave up because they took so long to come home. They were pretty messed up after that and never really recovered.
Here's the deal. My mom was raised by her mom (now 92, and an evil old bat) and her stepfather, who molested her. Where was dad? Died when she was 11, allegedly. That's what my grandmother said. This would have been around 1961.
Flash forward to 2015 and my sister is doing genealogy work on the family. Finds out not only did my biological grandfather not die in 1961, he died in 2005. And had five more daughters, one of which he gave the same name as my mom. So my mom got cheated out of a potential relationship with her dad by her liar of a mom (who moved and remained hidden from her ex, my mom's real dad).
My grandmother moved down to Texas from Virginia to stay in a nursing home and basically make my mom and dad's life hell. We went to visit one weekend and she came over for dinner. And I dropped the bomb on her that we'd figured out she'd been full of sh*t for 50 years. She then had the nerve to act offended. My dad told her to STFU.
One of my good friends was shot last year, he was one of the nicest guys I knew, he always calls everyone he knew checked up on them made sure everyone was okay and was really supportive of everyone. Move forward a week or two after his murder and someone was arrested due to a murder that happened a few days before my friends.
Turns out the guy who was arrested was the cause of multiple murders (yet he had perfect alibis and everything). We later found out that my friend was working for him, was getting paid 5-10k per person. When my friend got murdered it wasn’t a random shooting. it was a revenge hit. No one saw it coming but everything soon made sense
My buddy's mom totally killed my buddy's dad. She had taken a $200k life insurance policy out on him 6 months before he died, and he died from not taking his medication that he'd taken no problem all of his life. My buddy was away for the weekend so wasn't home when his dad died.
After his mom died, we found out she'd taken a life insurance policy out on my buddy at some point too, and she'd also forged his signature to sign over $100k my buddy's dad had left to him. She also faked illnesses to get prescription drugs and had little books filled with info on what she'd sold and how much she'd made from selling them.
My grandfather had some notebooks describing the three other personalities that “lived in his head” and regularly encouraged him to do things like commit arson, kill, fight, etc. We had no clue.
I went through a nasty break up with my oldest kids mom that lasted several years. We were never married and she was crazy as hell so she told the hospital she didn't know our kid's father just so she could have leverage over me. You know, like a sane person does. Years later and after several investigations into child abuse she lost custody.
Over the next several years we kept getting oddly specific complaints about things going on in my house and my daughter and her step mom specifically. Dumb sh*t like matching clothes or details about how we do time out.
My mom died 2 years ago and when we switched her Facebook to memorial mode I saw that she had been talking bad about me for years to my ex and was essentially spying on me for her and twisting information. I'm guessing it's because she felt bad for a mother that lost her kid but it was still a dick move. It's been 2 years and I still refuse to visit her grave with my siblings and haven't shed a tear for her since.
An old, rich man my mom use to run errands for not only offered her $5000 to sleep with him, but he also told her he couldn’t wait till I was 18 (I was younger than 12 at the time) and tried to make an arrangement to pay for my presence once I was 18.
Humans think we can understand and explain everything, but can we really? Whether or not you believe in extraterrestrials, the paranormal, or some kind of higher power, everyone has at some point experienced something that seems impossible to explain with science or logic. These are the moments that challenge even the most cynical among us to question if maybe—just maybe—there is some kind of reality beyond the scope of human understanding.
Someone posed this question on Reddit: "A man once said if you want a good story just ask any random person if there was ever an event in their life they can not explain. Someone almost always has one weird thing that has happened to them. So reddit, regardless of whatever you believe about the world, what’s your story?"
Here are 19 of the most goosebumps-inducing responses:
I was measuring ingredients for a cake in my apartment when I dropped my blue plastic 1/2 C measuring cup. I heard it go tok as it hit the ground once and then no other sound afterwards. I immediately looked all around for it but it had vanished.
By the end of my search I had removed all the drawers, moved the appliances, and checked inside/under/behind everything in the kitchen and surrounding areas. I've moved 3 times since then and never found it.
I hope the eldritch horrors the next plane over are enjoying my half-cup :/
"When I was young, probably 12 or 13, my family lived in a small residential suburb. There was a street lamp right across the street from us that would shine into our living room window at night, so every night before we went to bed my father would draw the curtains.
One night I woke up around 2 am and went to the kitchen to get some water. As I passed through the living room I noticed a beam of light from the street lamp had made it through a small gap between the curtains and I had the urge to peek through.
Standing under the street lamp was a tall man with a black cap, silver skin, and massive eyes - those huge bug-eyes that you see in alien movies. He was standing there motionless, and staring right at me.
I quickly ducked down behind my father's recliner. There was no way he could have seen me; the house was completely dark and I barely moved the curtains as I looked through. After a few minutes of sitting on the floor behind the recliner, I grew curious to see if the man had passed. I looked through the curtains again.
Pressed firmly against the other side of the glass - inches away from my face - was the silver man with bug-eyes, staring right at me. After a moment frozen in terror, I ran through the house towards my father's room and woke him up, quickly telling him what happened. He grabbed his shotgun and went outside to look around. He didn't find anyone, but there was a set of fresh footprints in the dew that had been collecting on the lawn."
My father has recounted this story to me exactly twice, and even though it happened to him some 40 years ago, I could still see the goosebumps on his arms as he recalled the experience.
I was going through a tough time and was at my wit’s end. I was crying in my car trying to get it all out before I had to walk in to work. I had a big decision to make and I said out loud, “I just need a sign.” No joke, in that moment the song on the radio said my actual name. I don’t have a very common name and I’d never heard this song before. I thought I had lost my mind but I Googled the lyrics and everything I needed to hear was all right there in the song, and it called me by name. I’m not religious at all but the universe or God or something gave me a damn sign!
I was home sick sometime during HS, 11th or 12th grade. I was sitting in my computer chair playing skyrim when my dog, who was usually contempt by himself and never "one for affection" came into my room and layed down staring out my door. Me being alone and this not being his normal course of action, unnerved me a bit so i closed my door an went back to playing. Not 3 minutes later i hear the voice of my mother calling my name, clear as day (shes a school teacher, so she would have been at work). Shitting myself i try to be as quiet as possible and lower my tv all the way down to make sure i didnt attract whatever i heard and could hear more clearly, only to hear the bedroom door upstairs slam shut. Sat in my room and noped all day long in silence until my mom came home. I asked her if she was home earlier and denied it. One of the scariest moments of my life.
this happened over 5 years ago now. my sister (9 at the time) and i (14 at the time) shared a room, with our beds next to each other. normally our beds were ~4ft apart, but they ended up being directly next to each other one night (probably because at the time, she was constantly doing gymnastics on her bed which would push the mattress.)
that night, i dreamt of a glass doll with long, dark hair. i remember feeling like i needed to protect it. i tried my best to keep it safe, promising it would be okay. but as i said these words the dolls hair began falling out. i dropped the doll and it shattered. with the help of doctors the doll was glued back together, and her hair grew back.
when i woke up, i felt like crying. i didn’t understand why i had that dream. i noticed my head had left my pillow at some point, and it was against my sisters head. when she finally woke up, she told me about her dream.
it was the same.
by this point i was totally freaked out, but she didn’t believe me when i told her. i guess she thought i was messing with her.
6 months later, my sister was diagnosed with cancer. she ended up losing all her hair. and like the dream, her hair grew back and she got better.
she doesn’t remember this happening, and i’m still just confused about it all.
in a way i’m thankful for the dream because i got to somewhat emotionally brace myself for what was to come. i don’t really tell anyone about it because it doesn’t seem real and i’m pretty sure i’d sound crazy lol
anyway thanks for reading if you did, i have more that i might post about later :)
TL;DR me and my little sister shared a dream that predicted her cancer diagnosis
Once on my birthday I was in the kitchen and was reading some schedule on the fridge when all of a sudden I heard the birthday song being whistled really nearby, like almost right behind me and very close to my right ear. I mindlessly began to hum along. Then it hit me. I was all alone at home and I had no fucking clue where, who, or what it came from even to this day. I ran out of my house and didn’t come back for the rest of the day.
Must’ve been 5th grade when I was sitting on the couch watching tv with my dad. As 10:00pm rolled around my dad fell asleep in his lazy boy, as is the nature of fathers.
With my dad asleep, I figured I would watch a little more tv before I turned in. While sitting there I heard, and I remember this SO vividly, a clown’s laugh coming from the room behind me. I was petrified, but eventually mustered the courage to poke my dad awake and tell him what happened. I don’t blame the guy for shrugging it off as my imagination, but here I am 10 years later and I still firmly believe my ears were NOT playing tricks on me that night.
I used to live in these 2 story town house like apartment complexes when I was around 12..each town house had a door on the left and door on the right Unit A Unit B.. we lived in Unit B and my bedroom window was front of house above our door second story. I was dropped off at night after a sleep over and my ride pulled away just as I looked up from getting my duffle bag off the sidewalk I noticed embers or sparks falling slowly from my window, like a shit load of them and I even stuck my hand out and caught one it burned. I rushed inside and ran upstairs but my window was closed and locked and my mother was the only one home in the master bedroom downstairs...freaked me out cause there was no burning smell outside or inside so I slept on the couch that night
I regularly have dreams of my cat calling my name. Every time I wake up from one of these dreams she is looking at me. Before anything creepy or profound could happen, the little shit start yowling for wet food.
When I was young (6-8, not really sure), my parents had this apartment building they rent out near our house and one of the tenants were a couple. The wife's parents were also our neighbors and they lived a block away from us. I used to play with the wife's younger brother and would hang out at the couple's apartment to play.
it was around the couple's son's birthday and i think it was his 1st because I remember they were making a big deal about it and talking about it for weeks. They were gonna hold it at the wife's parents' house whicj wasn't that far from home so I asked my parents if I could go. I remember them indirectly saying no and I guess in a joking/teasing kind of way told me they were gonna serve ducks instead of chicken (I hated ducks as a kid). I remember clearly being really bummed out about it for days.
A few days after the party, i was hanging out at the apartment and they were gushing about the party pictures that just got developed (film ones) and I was like, "I wish I was there". Then the wife was like "what do you mean? You were. Look here you are. " And showed me the pictures and I was there. I'm sure I'm not remembering it wrong because it has been bothering me all this time. I remember asking my aunt if I went and she even said no but my friend (the younger brother) told me I was there and we even played. I just don't remember attending that party at all.
i actually asked my aunt about this recently and she doesn't remember. It was just weird.
When I was a freshman in high school, I started getting really into like psychics and stuff, and my friend (now my SO) took me to this palm reading/tarot card booth at a renaissance faire. When I sat down in front of her, she greeted me, then looked behind me, then back at me and said “you have four people behind you.” (I went into her tent alone). I don’t remember much of the reading, just that she mentioned African violets, because one of the spirits behind me had some connection to them. I didn’t really think much of it because I didn’t know anybody (dead or alive) who liked African violets, and I forgot about it until the following year.
The next year, I went to the same booth, with a different lady. My SO sat with me. She asked me if I knew anything about African violets, completely unprovoked. I said no. She said I should get them, for the spirit behind me. I left the reading feeling really weird, but again I kind of shrugged it off.
Six months later, I was at a Home Depot with my dad. I separated from my dad to look at the flowers and came across some African violets. I bought them, put them in a new pot, and set them on my window sill when I got home. Two minutes later, my mom comes in and asks me if I got anything from the store.
“African violets,” I told her.
My mom smiled and sighed, then looked at me and said, “You know, those were your grandmother’s favorite flowers.”
My grandmother died 9 years ago, when I was 11. And when I went back to that booth the following year, they didn’t even mention African violets. I know it’s not a creepy story or anything, but it still kinda weirds me out.
Had an accident when I fell asleep driving. I went off the road when I reached a T. Headed straight into a wooded area going about 50 mph, but ran into a telephone pole’s guy wire (heavy cable driven into the ground at a 45 degree angle to the pole). Well that cable was a godsend because it absorbed most of my kinetic energy and significantly slowed me down. To give you an idea of how much energy it absorbed - it cut into the front end of my car about 2’, slicing the battery in half in the process. It also pivoted me around 90 degrees so I was sideways when I went down a hill into the woods. Rolled the car about 3 times and ended up on the roof. Completely missed all of the trees. I extracted myself from the crash, gathered my stuff and walked away from the accident completely unharmed (was wearing my seatbelt). I walked home, which was about 2 miles, (it was 2am and pre-cell phones). After I got home I noticed about mid-way on my right thigh, a perfect 1” square of fabric was gone from my khaki pants. I’m talking about a PERFECT square. The edges were so clean, like it was carefully carved out with a scalpel. No cuts or scrapes on the skin of my thigh. It was surreal and creeped me out. I believe that after I die, I will be presented with this 1” piece of khaki fabric and be told “it wasn’t your time”.
When I went back to the scene the next day, the telephone pole guy wire had snapped, and the pole, while still standing, had been pulled so hard that where it went into the ground, the hole was elongated about 6” before it sprung back. No sign of the square of fabric.
My friend and I were laying on a trampoline looking up at the sky, watching the birds fly. Then I swear I saw a flying bunny. I asked her if she saw it too and she did. It was probably a predator type bird carrying a bunny but for the longest time I swore it was a flying bunny.
Almost exactly a year ago, I was at a sports bar in the town I’d lived in for like 6 months, cheering on the Sharks halfway across the country from San Jose.
I was seemingly the only person watching, and def the only person in a Sharks jersey.
The bar was U-shaped, and at one point I looked across to the other side at a guy who was ordering a beer. We caught eyes, he lifted his beer, mouthed “Go Sharks!” and returned to his table near the back where he was sitting with a few other guys.
By the end of the game, he had come to sit next to me and we were sharing French fries.
It turns out he’s from my hometown (not San Jose, which makes it crazier) and had moved to our middle-of-nowhere desert town under weirdly similar circumstances to my own on a weirdly similar timeline.
Also turns out his younger brother and I have the same birthday and were born in the same hospital. He was four at the time, so he literally remembers being in the hospital while I was being born.
He didn’t go to my undergrad, but he visited frequently (party school) and was in the same frat my roommates and I were closest with. We have friends of friends in common, but never crossed paths.
We must have just barely missed each other so many times in life, but didn’t find each other till we were ready, it’s insane.
Sharks won that night and we’ve been together since.
Once, in Kenya, my girlfriend of the time and I were trying to get to sleep in a hotel, it was a super nice and modern hotel with good security and all that so we felt pretty safe.
But at some point during the night we both woke up at almost the exact same time and felt unsafe. Nothing had happened, everything was normal. But we both immediately hugged eachother and stared at the door.
Ive no clue what caused it, if we heard something and our subconscious woke us or something.
Not hugely exciting but it scared the shit out of me
Was sitting in my room reading a book, facing my open door. Saw my brother walk past into his bedroom next to mine. Heard him close the door.
Thirty seconds later, my dad comes up to my room, ashen-faced. "Where's your brother?" He asks me.
"In his room," I answer without hesitation.
"No he's not." My dad continues to look absolutely horrified. "Your brother's not home."
We check his room. It's empty. We both saw the same whatever it was walk into my brother's room. Still gives me goosebumps.
Edit: For everyone asking, my brother was out with friends. He didn't come home for several hours. It was a second story with a straight drop down and hard-to-open windows, so no chance of a prank or window exit. We didn't tell my brother until we moved to a new house.
Edit 2: My dad got a better look at the thing than I did. He asked where my brother was so that I would have to independently confirm that I'd seen someone, that the someone looked like my brother, and that it had entered my brother's room. He's clever that way.
I’m gonna make this as short as possible but I was supposed to be flying out to Thailand from Australia. I was also kind of seeing this guy who was flying into Melbourne the same day I was leaving. He asked if I wanted to visit him and spend Xmas with him but I was pretty set on going to Thailand for Xmas.
Night before I was supposed to leave I had the worst dream. I was standing on the beach and these huge waves just started coming for me. Ended up swallowing me and taking me away. I woke up in the worst sweat ever. Completely freaked me out. Never, ever had such a vivid dream I can’t even explain how real it felt.
Anyway, i spoke to the guy the next morning and impulsively changed my ticket to go see him in Melbourne instead. The dream just gave me the creeps that bad.
Turns out the Boxing Day tsunami hit RIGHT where I would have been staying. Probably a weird coincidence but makes me think.
There was one time me and my parents were house sitting for the neighbors-feeding their dog and stuff. One time while we were there I was chilling in the living room and saw someone go up the stairs. I assumed it was my dad because he had a pair of black dress shoes on that was similar to the ones my dad wore to work. A minute later I go into the kitchen and my dad is in the room with my mom taking and moreover he is wearing sandals.
I have no idea who it was I saw because there was 100% no one else supposed to be in the house at that time. Nothing was stolen when the neighbors got back so I doubt it was someone who broke in.
When i was 6, My great grandma passed away and myself, sister and mother went to her open casket and were saying goodbye. When we went to leave the door was locked and we couldnt get out. We were stuck in a funeral home with our dead grandma. About 20 minutes later the receptionist found us and let us out. She asked what we were doing and we said that we got locked in. She looked at us and said "the door doesnt have a lock on it". Mums convinced that great grandma didnt want us to leave.
A couple of years ago my great uncle passed away. After the funeral (maybe a day after idk) a group of close family and I went out to dinner with my great aunt that just lost her husband. While we were eating she got a phone call and she looked up extremely pale, answered it and then hung up. It was from my great uncle and no one was on the other side and his phone was at her house with no one home. Definitely freaked everyone at the table out.
I lost a stupid arcade prize coin purse in elementary school. It was black and yellow with obnoxious smiley faces all over it. Brought it to school with me all the time. I don't know why, because I had no money in it.
Once I lost it. It just vanished. I don't remember when I realized I had lost it, but it was gone. And I could NOT shut up about it.
My school, by now turned to rubble I assume, used to have a gym on the top floor of the attached second building. Strange, right? It went: special needs classes, library, and gym. This gym was always locked though, and people hadn't used it for gym class in years. Of course, because of its looming presence above us, the fact that it was an abandoned attic, and that no one would allow the kids to see inside it, we called it the Haunted Gym.
I think my teacher used a visit to the Haunted Gym as a reward for us one time. Because months after I had lost my coin purse, we were allowed to walk through it as a class in a single file line. I'm up front behind the teacher, following closely behind when I see ahead in the corner a small yellow and black smiley face. I ran over to it, picked it up, and yeah. That was my coin purse. Somehow it had migrated to a locked and abandoned third floor gym. Even my friend recognized it. Despite the teacher wanting to show us that it wasn't haunted, half the class left that day thinking that there was no way it couldn't be haunted. It stole my purse!
I went to the kitchen to grab an apple. I decided to slice it in the air, kind of like in Fruit Ninja. One half of the apple landed on the floor, the other just disappeared. I searched the entire kitchen and never found it. It's been like 7 years and I still haven't found it.
If there had been an Area 51 raid I'm sure they would've found my apple.
When I was about 14 or 15 I was in my first class of the morning. I got a call from a private number and I answered it. It was my mum saying in a stern voice “I said no, ~openchips~. I mean no.” I was really confused by this because I hadn’t done anything wrong. I was trying to explain to her that I was in class but she just kept speaking over the top of me. I gave my phone to my friend to show her and she was confused too. It sounded exactly like my mum’s voice and she said my name. I texted my parents asking what I did wrong and they said they had no idea what I was talking about.
Later that day I got off the school bus and started walking through my neighbours field to get to my house when I got the exact same call as if it was a voice recording. My parents still say they have no idea what it was about. I asked my friend if she remembered the phone call to make sure I wasn’t just imagining things and she does.
When I was in the 3rd grade, I remember waking up in the middle of the night and seeing the silhouette of a woman standing in my door. She definitely wasn't my mom, and I just stared at her for a bit, a little scared but not scared enough to really do anything lol. Eventually, I heard a voice in my head (that wasn't mine) say "She won't hurt you." So I almost immediately went back to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I told my mom about what happened and I guess earlier that morning before I was awake, both of my brothers said they saw the same woman at their door (but didn't hear the voice). We all physically described the same woman and she looked eerily similar to our great grandmother that died before any of us were born. My mom was freaked out, my brothers and I just kind of thought "huh that's weird" and didn't dwell too much on it lol
My girlfriend had a black-stone heart ring she'd wear when I met her, but it would occasionally somehow fall off, despite being a tight fit, only to be found in odd places days later.
Eventually she tied it on a leather strap and gave it to me to wear around my neck. It was a very tight fit over my head as it was a bit short. Was an effort to get it on or off but we joked that at least I wouldn't loose it.
One day we were packing up the family holiday home we'd sold, 2 hours from home, and while loading furniture into the trailer I must have snapped the tight strap and lost it. We only realised half way home. Searched the trailer as we unloaded but no sign... We'd sold the holiday house so no one we knew could even go look for it so we finally accepted this time it was lost for good.
2 years later my dad was mowing the lawn on the ride on at home, and he went to our paddock to empty it. He got off, emptied the clippings. But when he got back on and reached for the gear stick, something sharpish greater his grip. The ring was sitting balanced on the top of the gear stick, the leather string wound down the gear leaver, but still intact, not snapped. He was alone in the middle of the paddock.
We have no idea how it got there 2 years later, 150km from where it was lost.
I asked my now wife where it came from originally... She found it in a kooky little popup shop of witchy type things. It was the only ring there and was apparently it was also the only 2nd hand item they had for sale.
The kicker here... I put it in my wooden box of special items so we'd never loose it again. I went to get it to show someone a few years ago and wasn't there any more.
In elementary school I had this insanely realistic nightmare. It was like this brick castle that was a school, and I had to do a bunch of sketchy things before being lead down into the basement where my aunt was holding a knife over my family's dead bodies. I woke up instantly and looked at the clock and saw out was 3:17 and eventually fell back asleep.
Super friggin' weird for a 10 year old who had never even seen a scary movie.
So I went to school and told my best friend everything and she got super pale and I asked if she was okay.
Apparently she had the exact same dream, castle, sketchy things, basement, aunt, knife, family. And she woke up and looked at the clock. And saw it was 3:17.
We even drew pictures of what the castle looked like. Neither of us were artists, but they were very very similar.
Fertility and pregnancy, choosing whether or not to have children, and parenthood in general are all incredibly personal, big-picture life subjects.
Sometimes it's hard to discuss your true feelings about parenthood (even with your partner) and that's where the internet comes in. Of course, it's probably not a great idea to involve Reddit strangers in every personal life decision you make, but what if your wife has suddenly decided her full-time job is to "get pregnant?" Yikes.
Reddit's, "Am I the As*hole?" , the underbelly of the internet's compass of the rights and wrongs of humanity, has solved many moral issues in the past. Of course, this one is no different.
AITA for telling my wife that getting pregnant is not a job?
I want to be clear before we start, I TOTALLY understand that being pregnant has a multitude of different effects on different women. I understand that some women have it easier than others in terms of their pregnancies, like some women can work on their feet until the day the baby is born whereas some can't after 3 months; that is not the issue at hand. My wife has been out of work for 6 months due to recent things at her job, none of which are her fault. We have been trying for a baby for over a year with no results, besides IVF and have been working hard to have a baby.
With all this in mind my wife has taken it upon herself(from recent world-changing events) to say that getting pregnant is now her job. I completely disagree. She's stopped looking for a job now and has stopped any amount of side work she was initially doing as well. I said to her that her looking for a job would help with the income for our baby later but she says all the work required for making a baby has made it a full-time job. Now I don't necessarily disagree with her that this is a lot of work but I've been working 70 hrs/week for the past 6 months, I don't want to come home and find out I have to do 50% of the chores because she was "working all day" as she says. I find this to be a cop-out and quite frankly lazy and ridiculous. Now I never said this verbatim to her but these are my thoughts. AITA for this?
edit: just to clarify I understand BEING pregnant can be a job in and of itself but getting pregnant is something else entirely.
Damn. This one is complicated. Luckily, people were ready to help.
"bearbear407" wrote:
As someone who had difficulty getting pregnant I can say stress can play a factor. However it doesn’t mean she should live completely stressed free while expecting you to carry the financial burden and also half of the house chores. She can only do half of the job of trying to conceive. She needs you to do the other half.
In fact, staying at home and becoming baby obsessed is pretty unhealthy. She needs to redirect her attention elsewhere (like working).
"NUTmeSHELL" wrote:
While being pregnant is taxing, getting pregnant, no matter how you go about it, isn’t a job. Sounds like this is a lazy cop out.
"abstractnerddreams" wrote:
Sounds like she isn’t handling the stress of not having yet been successful at getting pregnant well at all. For some people, they erroneously hyper focus and it literally becomes their whole identity and purpose. Thinking this way is so unhealthy for her and for you as her partner. She might benefit from speaking with a professional about the undo stress she is putting on her mental health.
Good luck.
"Archane_Alchemist" wrote:
If you are spending 8 hours a day on pregnancy setup, you are wasting your day. Yes, there are things you can do to increase your chances, but not 8 hours a day worth.
It's definitely not a full time job. I'd almost argue it's not a job. No one's paying her to get pregnant. If anything, it's a really really expensive hobby.
"123meliketea" wrote:
i feel like this is a cop-out. But is there any room for compromise on both sides ? Possibly to allocate time to "get pregnant" till after you come home from work so that you could be a support system for her (ie workout together, prepare meals, etc ) ? As a tradeoff, she should be able to tackle on household chores during the day.
"MrsLoki12Odin" wrote:
I understand where you're coming from here. But, as somebody who struggled to get pregnant myself (thank goodness for IVF), she has a semi valid point.
There's a lot of research into how stress can affect the ability to get pregnant. Stress on the female body can cause lack of periods, lack of ovulation, and can make it so you don't have the appropriate chemical balance for stuff to "stick".
Maybe she is concerned that the stress of trying to get a job when she's lost hers is limiting her ability to get pregnant. Hence "getting pregnant is my job".
I understand your side of it. Fertility treatment is expensive, getting her working again would help financially, etc. But, in my opinion, there's some validity to the argument against the extra stress if you're really wanting to have a baby.
It took me over three years to have a successful pregnancy, and many many fertility treatments. I finally got pregnant through IVF after I stopped trying to work (for real, trying to hold a job through fertility treatment is next level difficult). Maybe talk to her about why she is feeling this way, and create a plan. How long would you be willing to try her not going back to work to try to get pregnant? How many rounds of IVF are you willing to do? Etc.
Best wishes
So there you have it! While it is difficult for many couples to conceive a child and the stress can be taxing on both a woman's mental and physical health, it's not exactly something that should be called a "full time job."
According to most people on the internet, the only man who should be telling women what to wear is Tan from Queer Eye.
A guy asked Reddit if he was "the a**hole" for "telling my girlfriend she shound find outfits like the ones my brother's girlfriend wears," and people said yes he was by an overwhelming margin.
The boyfriend wrote:
My brother is almost two years younger than me, but we are pretty close. His girlfriend is his age and a nice person and she makes my bro happy. There are absolutely no feelings towards her or weird intentions from me. This argument between me and my gf happened a while ago (before quarantine) when we were still able to see each other, and she hasn't really brought it up since then and seems to be over it, but I'm wondering if I was in the wrong because I don't think I was at all and it's still bugging me.
He praised her fashion choices, but he still wishes they were different:
So my girlfriend has nice taste and she has decent clothing, but she doesn't really shop at any particular stores. Most of her clothes are from amazon, and rather randomly selected. She used to wear a lot of "tomboy" kinda clothes, like graphic shirts that were too big, and baggy jeans, but that's changed now because I kind of called her out on it, and I think she's been able to find clothes that fit her better and kind of flatter her more. For context she is kind of short and petite so finding clothes that fit can be a challenge for her, since most outfits marked as "S" or even "XS" tend to still be too big on her. This is relevant because my brother's girlfriend is about the same size as my [girlfriend].
He started to do his research, and hopefully only stared at his brother's girlfriend for a reasonable amount of time.
I think my brother's girlfriend's clothes look really nice, and I've asked a few times where she got that ouffit, or where she buys her clothes from, because I think they'd look good on my gf. Then I'd say to my [girlfriend] "hey, you should shop at X store because that's where my brother's gf gets her clothes. In fact, I'll take you there sometime." I did this maybe a handful of times.
And here's where he presented his research to his girlfriend.
One time we were all at my house and I thought the pants that my brother's gf was wearing looked nice, so I asked where she got them and she said X store, so I went to the living room where my gf was and said basically what I wrote above. This time she got kind of snappy and said "I get it, okay?" and I felt like something was wrong so I asked her if she was upset, and she couldn't really seem to explain why she was annoyed, she just told me that she felt like I didn't like how she dressed. I tried to explain that I didn't feel that way at all, but it didn't seem like she was buying it.
Was I an a**hole? My friends seem pretty divided on the issue.
The Court of Reddit wasn't divided. They said that best, he was a jerk for making her insecure, and at worst, he's a controlling d-bag.
"YTA (You're the A**hole). I'm just curious how many other things you want to change about your girlfriend before she will finally be the person you want to date," Damnbee wrote.
"Really, I think OP should break up for her, for her sake," birdiepet added.
People were suspicious about why the boyfriend suddenly changed his opinion of her style. Was he jealous of his brother for having a girlfriend who wore tighter pants?
"You started dating her when she dressed a certain way. You consented and were attracted to her appearance. Why has that attitude changed?" asked sweetcampfire.
People also felt for the brother's girlfriend, noting that she must be feeling uncomfortable, and not because of the tightness of her pants.
SuperbCycle1 straight-up called the guy out for trying to mold his girlfriend in his own image.
"You pressured her into changing her style and wearing clothes that she doesn't really like, you are changing her so she can fit the mold of your ideal perfect girlfriend and it's even worse that you're comparing her to your brothers [girlfriend]," they wrote. "Personally, I think you have a little crush on your brothers [girlfriend]."
