We've all been there, someone we thought was a close friend or potential romantic partner shows their real cards, and we know it's time to run far, far away.
Pretty much everyone whose lived on this spinning blue ball has a few absurd opinions and beliefs, but there's a line between holding a weird belief and completely jumping off your rocker into the abyss.
In a popular Reddit thread, people shared the moments they realized someone was off.
1. From OP:
Here's mine: Lived with this seemingly logical, levelheaded, intelligent guy for a couple of months and he tells me he's decided he can trust me enough to tell me about his theory on why the world is f*cked up. Started with chem trails and killer vaccines, then on to Jewish control of the media and the 9/11 conspiracy, then on to the handful of elite families that control all the money in the world, and finally to the ultimate source of power and corruption for the entire world: ALIENS. Yes, aliens.
Apparently they are dying due to some genetic weakness and have come to earth to conduct cross breeding programs with humans to strengthen their stock. In the mean time they have approached and struck a deal with the aforementioned elite families and military leaders to help smooth the way for an eventual takeover of the entire world.
The wackiness continued when he started occasionally accusing me of the most random, illogical and weird sh*t, and would refuse to believe my side of the story because my explanation "just felt wrong." It was really confusing, because he was slowly becoming more unstable, and could turn his emotions on a dime. Turns out the guy was not only astoundingly paranoid, but had borderline personality disorder as well. THAT was the OH SH*T that got me outta there.
Edit: It's interesting and completely in character to note that he had an extreme, basic mistrust of anyone with any real, verifiable authority, such as doctors and scientists, as well as a general trust for higher education in general. At the same time he would swallow whole the theories and testimonies of random self-proclaimed UFOlogists and other shady characters who gained personal fame and/or made money directly off of their devoted and gullible followers. This is why he'll never see a psychiatrist. He's convinced himself that the psych profession and industry is simply a massive effort at mind control, specifically for the purpose of silencing people like him, who can see "the truth."
Shouldn't there be an equivalent term for "not putting your dick in crazy"? "Not letting the crazy put it's dick into you", perhaps? Sounds vaguely Nietzschian . . .
Edit 2: Yes, I am aware that it's possible that some or any of his conspiracy theories could be true. I'll buy that all the world's money is probably controlled by a handful of families. As for the rest, I DID try my best to wrap my brain around his ideas, in the very least o I could understand him better. I never told him he was right, but I never really contradicted him, either, except to say that without any evidence I couldn't believe them outright. Honestly, I believe in the existence of conspiracies in general, I just don't believe in the majority of stuff he was talking about.
Most importantly, his beliefs weren't why I left him. I left him because he started raving at ME about what he perceived were MY thoughts and motivations, and then accused me of lying when I corrected him. That was too much.
One of my friends in high school got pregnant. I spent a lot of time with her and her family during the pregnancy. She made me the godmother of the child. After 9 months of belly swelling and weight gain, she did not have a baby. She had made it up and convinced her friends, her parents, even her boyfriend.
Dating a girl but it started going poorly, she didn't understand boundaries at all... Like I'd tell her that my plan from 6-10pm was to go out to a birthday party for a friend. She'd call at 7pm and beg me to leave. So I broke it off, it was amicable.
Calls me two days later: "I'm pregnant." Well sh*t. So I start talking to her and planning how we are going to raise this child... but all she wants to talk about is why I dumped her. Long story short, she faked a pregnancy, when I call her out on it she responds with "I'll take another test right now and come show it to you" so... she comes over with the test... the test shows nothing. And she screams: "but I know I'm pregnant!"
So she's f*cking crazy. I tell her to never talk to me again "YOU CRAZY B*TCH" so she proceeds to call my brother, mother, my ex-girlfriend, my friends and ask them all what is wrong with me.
Bonus!: Then I start getting messages saying: "call me before Sunday... I just want to hear your voice one more time before I'm gone... FOREVER" ... UGH I don't want a suicide on my conscience so I call her and give her the number for a suicide hotline... she gets angry because I "misinterpreted the voice mail.... and can't we hang out sooon?" Click.
My ex girlfriend faked the birth, death and burial of a fictitious baby and accused my new girlfriend of digging up the fake baby's ashes. Sh*t was f*cked up.
Edit: Here's the news article about it.
We weren't an exclusive couple yet, but this girl and I had slept together a few times, become kind of buddy buddy. But something about her always felt "off". I always hesitated at the idea of making her a serious g/f.
Then one day while watching a movie, she randomly tells me that she can talk to cats. I say:
"Oh you mean like communicate with them? Kinda 'Horse Whisperer' type thing."
Her: "No. I can hear them talk. Just like you're talking now. Except they only talk to me and they tell me how they feel."
Me: "....huh..."
Her: "Yea they also tell me about when they see ghosts n stuff."
Believe it or not, I didn't break it off right away (sex was pretty good)
I also questioned myself being around her when I met on of her friends, who proceeded to tell me right off the bat that one day, him and a friend of his got high on mushrooms and LSD and tag teamed a coyote in the woods.
My life is a f*cking cartoon.
"Why do you wear glasses? You should just self-actualize the problem, realize the solution and you'll be able to see clearly again."
"...What?"
"Have you heard of Deepak Chopra?"
Online dating gone weird:
I had recently moved to Florida and knew almost no one, so figured online dating would be a good way to meet people/get out of the house.
A very cute girl emailed me via Match.com and started chatting, eventually made plans to meet at a bar.
The night I meet her there, I am shocked that she is in fact more attractive than her pictures.
We sit down and order a few drinks and hit it off right away and start discussing indie movies. After drink number 2 she says to me "I hope this isn't too forward, but how about we go back to your place, grab a bottle of wine, and watch a movie?"
This is where it starts to get weird.
I agree, and she says that she needs to go to the bathroom, and with a smile, says "Don't leave before I get back." About halfway between me and the bathroom, she repeats "Don't leave before I get back." I thought it odd, but let it go.
She returns from the bathroom, and as we are halfway through our 3rd drink, she says to me "I hope this isn't too forward, but how about we go back to your place, grab a bottle of wine, and watch a movie?"
Ok, now its starting to be strange as she is repeating things, verbatim, and this is only the 3rd drink. But she is hot, and so I told her "We are. We are going to watch Pi. Remember?"
"Oh yea." She says.
So we finish our drinks and I pay the bill. She said that she was dropped off at the bar, and so I drive us to my place.
Being Florida, and everything is horribly spaced out, I have about 30 minutes to get home. While driving, she falls asleep...into my lap.
I figure this explains the Groundhog Day earlier, and figure I will just take her back to my place to sleep it off on my couch.
A about 10 minutes later, I hear a ziiiiiip, and see her trying to fish through the fly of my pants. Apparently she had awoken from her stupor and wanted to thank me for the ride.
I politely decline and she sits up, and reminds me that we need to pick up wine before the movie.
So, we get some wine and head to my house. I pop in the movie and as we start watching the movie, one things lead to another and we start fooling around on the couch....where she asks me to choke her.
Since I have a pretty good indication this girl is batsh*t crazy, and don't want to end up in jail if she decides to show bruises to some one, I decline and we continue to fool around on the couch...and then asks me to take naked pictures of her.
I have never been so happy to own a digital camera in my life.
After our photoshoot, we hookup some more. When finished, she gets up, gets dressed, and tells me "Well you have gotten all you need from me. I'm leaving." I try to protest, but she has her phone out and calls someone to pick her up, as she is walking out my door.
I sit there in shock, wondering what the hell just happened, when I hear a motorcycle drive up. I assume this is her ride, as it departs shortly there after.
About 5 minutes later, I hear my doorbell ring. I of course assume this is a TV crew, but it was her.
Holding a bouquet of flowers.
Apparently the guy on the bike brought them for her.
She hands them to me and said she decided she wanted to sleep at my place for the night and hoped I would drive her home in the morning.
Unsure of what to say, I told her she could and let her sleep in my bed that night.
I drove her home the next morning with an odd story and nude photos to remember her by.
I've said many times, but it's worth repeating:
So, my fiance is at my house, and my old college friend is about to come over. I was excited because this was the first time they were going to meet. She asks what type of snacks do I have for him? Where are my cookies?
Huh?
Well she explains that in her family, when a guest comes over, she has an array of cookies and biscuits and tea for guests. I have to explain to her that guys don't have an array of biscuits. I have a beer in the fridge. Besides, I've known this guy for 14 years, and he's never eaten a goddamn biscuit in his life.
Well, she calls me up two days later and says we are too different, that since I didn't have biscuits, I don't respect people or family at all, and I am a changed man from the one she met earlier. She then says the wedding is off.
I guess I owe some further explanation. She mostly likely had borderline personality disorder - this type of irrationality is a defining characteristic of such a disorder. We got back together, because, yes, I was a little codependent. But the wedding was called off yet again by her - a week before the event. So, no, not bullsh*t, but she was crazy and I did dodge a bullet!
My mother is clinically insane, but the first time I realized it I was 7 or 8. She and my father were divorced, but she had visiting rights, so every few months I would go stay with her for a week or more.
One night, while I was staying with her, I found her completely topless chilling on the front porch smoking a cigarette. I asked her what she was doing without a shirt on and she told me it was legal to be naked in public when the sun goes down. WTF, even at that age I knew better than that.
EDIT: Oh and she peed in some "apology" cookies and fed them to my brother after they had a fight. I laughed so hard.
I have two friends, let's call them Tom and Steve, who dated for about four years. When they met, Tom was in college and Steve was not. They were a great couple and seemed very happy. After three years, Tom graduated from his university and was accepted to grad school in a different state. They decide to both pack up and move 1000 miles so Tom can go to school. He starts at his new University, but his schedule is strange and keeps changing. Steve never sees Tom doing homework.
After about a year, Steve starts to get suspicious and does some investigating. He follows Tom a couple times and finds that he's not actually going to school. He's just sitting at coffee shops or going to movies. Steve confronts Tom, and Tom confesses that not only was he never accepted to this new university, but he had never attended a single day of college in his life. He made it all up, and got away with it for four years. When asked why he really couldn't give an answer. He was just compelled to fabricate this fake part of his life. Needless to say they are not seeing each other anymore.
tl;dr: Two friends dated for four years with one saying he was attending two universities which he had never even applied to.
I had my first serious crush in 8th grade- he was cute, asked me to the Valentine's dance, etc. After a few weeks of dating he convinced me to stay after school to show me something "very important." Turns out there were tiny green bugs living in his blood, that would give him super powers once he'd finished "metamorphosizing"- a process he demonstrated by taking a nap in my presence. I left him asleep in the gym and never talked to him again.
This is a repost, but...
I waitressed in high school. At the restaurant I worked at, there was this super cute guy (think James Franco). We'd flirt a lot, sometimes I'd give him a ride home. One of those times, he asked for my phone number.
I started getting phone calls on my cell from a number I didn't know. It started as heavy breathing, then it turned into a creepy voice telling me I was 'So beautiful' and they wanted to kill me and see my insides. That finally freaked me out enough that I started crying and freaking out. I hadn't told anyone yet, but my dad finally got it out of me. He called the cops, we made a report, but the number was from a pay phone (circa 2001) and they couldn't trace it to a person.
Well, the next day I was driving with my friend to lunch, and I pulled out my phone and was trying to find the number to show her. I rear-ended the car in front of me because I wasn't paying attention and totaled my car. Of course, I get another call that night and I just start screaming into the phone, 'F*ck you, you a*shole, I totaled my car because of you, leave me alone!' (I realize I did not total my car because of them; I was just hysterical from the situation.)
I go into work the next day and that really cute guy that I gave a ride home a couple times and asked for my number goes, 'Hey, are you ok? I'm sorry to hear about your car.'
But I hadn't told anyone at work yet about the car. And the guy wasn't even supposed to work that day, he had just stopped in for whatever reason. It all clicks into place and it turns out it's this f*ck who's stalking me. He's been calling me from the bookstore payphone next to the restaurant we worked at. I tell my manager and he immediately gets fired and told never to come into the restaurant again. He doesn't, but he does hang out right outside the huge picture windows out front and watches me. My manager tells him to get lost. Two weeks later, he has a job as a security guard at the mall and is stationed outside my restaurant, staring. He must've gotten fired because a few months later, he disappears.
About a year after the whole ordeal, I'm stocking napkins in the booths right before close. I'm the only one in the restaurant, manager's in the back. I had slid all the way into the booth, doing sidework, and suddenly there he is. He leans over and puts his hand on the booth behind me, the other on the table, trapping me in. I tell him to go away and he goes, 'Can't we be friends? I was just young then.' Thank God my manager shows up and tells him if he doesn't leave, he's going to beat the crap out of him. Never saw him again.
Nearly ten years ago and it still creeps me out thinking of it. Icky.
Roommate, in a Coke (Cocaine), Lexapro, alcohol fueled rage, got exceedingly violent after I popped a bag of popcorn for his friends. Took three people to hold him down.
Edit: Specified Cocaine as I should've from the start. Sorry about that. He had been doing it quite a bit that night.
This is a true story. Names have not been changed. F*ck the innocent
I was sleeping with/dating my roommate, Cait, about 5 years ago. (2 warm bodies, 1 cold cave…you guys understand.) She had a reputation for being a little nutty and her ex-bf, to his credit, did try to warn me. In my experience, she had been nothing but a sweet, nice, caring person who was a lot of fun to be with.
So, one day I get a phone call at work. Cait is on the other end crying hysterically about how someone has broken into the house. Naturally, I tell the boss I have an emergency, and book it home. I get to the house and lo and behold...nothing. Absof*ckinlutely nothing was wrong.
This is how the conversation went. I can’t make this stuff up.
Me: “So…what did they take?”
Cait: “Nothing, they moved stuff.”
Me: “Huh? What did they move?”
Cait: “Everything! Everything in the house!”
Me: “Wait, what? How…I don’t even..”
Cait: “You don’t see it? Everything has been moved exactly 5 inches to the left.”
Me: ಠ_ಠ “You’re serious?”
Cait: “Yes! I even measured!” as she points to a measuring tape.
Me: ಠ_ಠ “Exactly 5 inches?”
Cait: “YES!”
Me: ಠ_ಠ Oh shi- I done stuck my dick in crazy…”So, how’d they get in?”
Cait: “Through my window.” BTW, her window was on the second floor, with a sheer drop to the ground below it and locked from the inside.
Me: “Wait…they scaled the wall…in broad daylight….and unlocked your window from the outside?”
Cait: “Yes.”
Me: “Like a ninja?”
Cait: “Yes!”
Me: “And came in and moved EVERYTHING in the house 5 inches to the left?....even the wall hangings?”
Cait: “Yes.”
Me: “What about the leftover nail holes?”
Cait: “They filled them.”
Me: “What about the marks in the carpet after you move the furniture? What happened to those?”
Cait: “They vaccumed them.”
Me: “Did they put the vacuum back exactly 5 inches to the left of where it was?”
Cait: “Yes.”
Me: “Wow.”
Cait: “I know right?”
Me: “You’re f*ckin with me right? Punking me?”
Cait: “What? No! I’m serious.”
Me: “There is no way you are serious. You really believe this sh*t?”
This is where she solidly decked me in the jaw and broke one of my molars. I kicked her out of the place, she robbed me of my tv, av receiver, and several valuable jewelry pieces and skipped town. About a couple years later she contacted my fiancée to tell her that I was crazy and that she was fat. Completely random and out of the blue. Never heard from her since.
I worked at a care facility for the chronically mentally ill, there were many outstanding stories, but one elderly lady sticks in my mind.
"Christ and Jesus lived inside of me, I burned them to death by smoking, now there is no God."
"The Devil turned me into a pig. People eat pigs."
"I used to live in Egypt, by the pyramids. Camels had one hump back then. Then I sat on one, and it parted into two humps. They've all been the same since."
After falling off the toilet in her bathroom"Iron Man pushed me off the toilet."
"Kiss my black a*s!" She was an elderly white woman.
"I have no bones and no blood, and my body is made of metal."
"Aliens are burning me with a laser beam."
The list goes on, but these are the gems.
Okay let's see if this is good enough to be considered crazy.
So I ask this sophomore girl to my senior prom last minute, because I thought she was cute and interesting and I didn't have a date and so I was getting pretty desperate. (Probably makes me sound like a jerk but oh well.)
We go on a few dates to get to know each other better and then the day we go in town to get my tux together, I pick her up and she breaks down and cries and tells me that she got drunk and was gang raped at a party the night before by three of her friends. So here I am consoling this crying girl in my car in her driveway and the mother comes out and starts crying too and telling me that it wasn't her daughter's fault (Apparently the girl told her about it) and the girl keeps asking me if I still like her, so forth. I tell her yes and eventually everything calms down, we get the tux, and go on.
I later find out that the gang rape wasn't a rape at all. She wasn't drunk and according to everyone at the party she wanted to have sex. As for the guys, I knew them, they were pretty good guys, and they said that yes they had sex with her, at different points in the night, but it was consensual. (None of them knew that the others had had sex with the same girl.) Upon further investigation, she revealed that she had wanted sex, but afterwards felt bad about it so SHE FALSELY ACCUSED THEM OF RAPE. I did not go to prom with her.
Fast forward to now, 7 years later: she is dating one guy 'officially' while going steady with another guy, while being pregnant with a third guy's baby and still having sex with him. I think I dodged a bullet.
TL;DR Prom date said she was raped by three guys at a party, she wasn't. Seven years later, she's having sex with three different guys.
Now onto part two, this was my junior prom date. (I did not have a lot of luck with the girls I selected as prom dates.)
I dated this girl for half a year, she was okay but not really my type. We broke it off but she was still obsessed with me and wanted to go to prom with me. I kept telling her no, I'd rather not go. That's when she pulled out the big guns and told me, sobbing one day after school that she had leukemia and all she wanted to do was go to prom with 'a terrific guy like me.'
So I took her to prom. (How was I supposed to say no to that?)
When I came to pick her up for prom, I was waiting in the living room with her father and mother and I said quietly, "I'm really sorry about your daughter's condition, is she getting treatment?" (Except it wasn't said like that, I don't talk like that, but I can't remember the exact words.) To which they replied in shock, "What condition?"
Turns out she didn't have leukemia and was lying to guilt me into taking her to prom, which I still did, but I didn't pay for her meal, I didn't dance with her, and I didn't speak to her for the rest of the night. (Or the rest of my life for that matter.)
TL;DR Prom date lied and told me she had leukemia so I would take her to prom. I have sh*tty luck picking prom dates.
When I was 17 I was making out with my then-boyfriend when I felt a weird cold sensation on my neck. My hair was wet at them time so I thought I had a bit of my hair on my neck, when I went to brush it away I realized my boyfriend had a KNIFE TO MY F*CKING THROAT!!! It was the dull side the was touching me, but still...I freaked the f*ck out & went home. What's really sad is I dated him for another month.
I've told this story before, but I realized my first boyfriend and I were seriously, irreversibly incompatible when I asked him why he never looked around before he crossed the street and he said he'd just sue anyone who ran him over.
I met a kinky girl online, we chatted once, ended up camming and it went really well. I gave her my phone number and email so we could continue things. The next day when I was at work I got about 20 messages telling me to check my email. I did and she had sent me a link to a video. I open the video and she is in a bathroom crying and telling me "I am a devoted slave master, I'll do anything for you even this." The camera pans down and I get an HD view of a disgusting toilet, dried piss, little shit flecks just pure nastiness. Then she sets the camera down and leans down and starts cleaning the toilet with her tongue.
I'm a pretty hardened kinkster, but the sheer degradation she heaped on herself for me after chatting with me for four hours immediately set off my sanity alarms. Never have I seen anything that set off such a war between being extremely turned on and extremely disgusted. Needless to say I sent her a message politely telling her it wasn't going to work and I didn't think I could handle her properly. She will still message me on occasion and she's sent me more than a few pictures including a few of her getting f*cked by a fat disgusting guy while crying.
Having a conversation with some guys about pissing in the shower. Suddenly one guy chimes in, "Oh man, I love sh*tting in the shower."
"Wait, what?"
"Yeah, it's the only time I feel clean after taking a sh*t."
horrified looks all around"But, but what do you do with the sh*t?"
"Oh, I just push it down the spout with my toes."
Everyone beats a hasty retreat.