Stupid Life Stories......

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emaren
emaren Posts: 934 Member
edited January 2 in Chit-Chat
And If YOU have one how about sharing?

We all do the simple things we started to do right and it ends up the worst thing ever.

Spill the beans, let us know, do the dew!!!

Think of this as your therapy couch.

If you lived through it, it can’t be that bad or a Darwin Award, YET!

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  • bushidowoman
    bushidowoman Posts: 1,599 Member
    My senior year of high school, I was invited to Juilliard to audition for a music scholarship.
    I brushed it aside, choosing to get married that summer instead. To a man who turned out to be a lying, cheating, abusive, $%^*$.

    Ah, well, my life has turned out happily despite it all.
  • bushidowoman
    bushidowoman Posts: 1,599 Member
    I was hoping to read other stupid life stories so that I wouldn't feel so alone. I guess I'm the only one who screws up? :sad:
  • AmberJo1984
    AmberJo1984 Posts: 1,067 Member
    BUMP!!! I"m going to have to share some stories when I get home from work. :smile:
  • BSchoberg
    BSchoberg Posts: 712 Member
    Good grief, I had to live it --- I don't want to rehash it! It was bad enough the first time...

    Let's just say booze, boys and bad decisions - and I've spent years trying to right all the wrongs.
  • penrbrown
    penrbrown Posts: 2,685 Member
    I dropped out of high school. Because I was bored. Because they said I had to repeat a grade DESPITE THE FACT I HADN'T FAILED THE GRADE (my principal hated homeschoolers - it's a long story). Because I figured I could make a living teaching piano.

    I taught piano for 7 years. I had a pretty good base of students and realized I HATED teaching.

    And then I was **** out of luck because I had no education. No job experience (beyond piano teaching) and no way to get a good job.
  • LosingWeight64
    LosingWeight64 Posts: 33
    i never did anything stupid.. like Mary Poppins, im practically perfect in every way lmao jk

    i have been married 5 times, so obviously some bad decisions were made there.. i dont really regret it too much as i enjoyed different parts of all my marriages.. i wish i could take the good parts of all 5 of them and make the 'perfect' man:)

    leaving my last hubby was stupid in some ways, and not in others. He was/is the love of my life, but he is british and i cant sponsor him to live here as im on disability.. (bad back). i lived there with him for three years, but it about killed me being away from my kids that long.. they are grown, but they are still my kids.. so, i cant stay there, and he cant live here.. i left him 3 years ago and put on 100 lbs... :(
  • jplord
    jplord Posts: 509 Member
    Back in 1987 I relocated from Houston to Knoxville. Drove all of my possessions in a little 2-door BMW over the weekend (it was a long trip on I-40) and went to work Monday AM, then set up my appt. Mon night and decided to find the local health club and racquetball courts. I was running on addrenalin and had no concept of how exhausted I was. Got to the club, asked someone to play some racquetball, and he hit the ball to me to warm up and I swung at it missed it completely and smashed my face with my racquet. I cut my face deeply and there was a lot of blood. The other guy just looked at me like "What planet are you from?" I got a towel from the front desk to sop up the blood coming out over my eyebrow, and the lady at the desk told me it was a deep cut and I needed to go to the ER. "Oh snap!" I thought, "Where's the ER?" She gave me directions and I got there got stitches and then got home to bed.

    The next morning going in to work with a magnificent shiner and stitches, I realized I had not transfered my health insurance from Houston to Oak Ridge, so I went straight to HR and talked to Barbara, a lovely elderly HR senior woman with a quiet demeanor. I told her my story, and she leaned in and said "Let's talk outside." Oh no, she doesn't believe me, I thought. She thinks I got in a fight or something. We got out of the office to the main lobby and she got in close and whispered. "Your fly is down."

    I worked there 8 years, and everytime I saw Barbara she asked me if things were holding up.
  • JenniBaby85
    JenniBaby85 Posts: 855 Member
    I purposely failed 6th grade.

    Okay, not really purposely. I didn't want to try though, and so I stopped doing my homework and other assignments, which resulted in zeros on my final report card. Then I started cyber charter schooling and got straight A's (and the occasional B in math)
  • jplord
    jplord Posts: 509 Member
    bum pe
  • WeekndOVOXO
    WeekndOVOXO Posts: 779 Member
    derp
  • magj0y
    magj0y Posts: 1,911 Member
    All the stupid crap I did in my life ended up being for the better.

    My mom pulled the dumbest of dumb.

    The summer I was going into 7th and my brother into 8th (he failed a year) My mom decided to move to Santa Cruz, CA
    from San Diego.
    No money, no plans, no job lined up, didn't know anyone and didn't even know if she was accepted to UCSC.
    She had about $800 to buy a car. and a month for a storage unit, that was the extent of it.
    Medical care for my epilepsy? nope. Info on dr's there? nope. nada. Thankfully I didn't have grand mal seizures.

    we ended up homeless most of that summer and lived in 2 shelters, I had no drugs for a month. She bought the most hideous car. Thankfully she did get accepted to UCSC. hey have fam. student housing, so we lived on campus.

    I would rate that 2nd worst summer of my life. She moved to go to college at UCSC, her choice degree? Women's lit. That she never finished. Krazy.
  • HiKaren
    HiKaren Posts: 1,306 Member
    Haaaaah. :laugh: Okay... Heres your story...

    When I was a little kid.. I farted in church. My mother told me to apologise to the people behind me. So I turned around, and gave a personal apology to EACH AND EVERY PERSON, behind me. She then told me, saying "Excuse Me" just once would have been fine. That I didn't need to get up, and go and apologise to everyone individually.

    Moral of the story.. Don't fart in church. And if you do, one apology is just fine. Or.... You could blame it on someones grandparent. Either way.
  • gbbhey
    gbbhey Posts: 188
    The summer I started wearing glasses, I hated the way I looked in them. I absolutely needed to wear them, but I refused (stubborn 13 year old, that's the way it goes sometimes). Anyways, I was at some day long church thing for teens, where during the day it was some worship stuff and at night was a dance. I kept seeing this girl, with flowing blond hair and perfect skin during the day who was smiling at me, and even mouthed 'hi' at me. As a rookie to 'the game,' I couldn't get her out of my head and I was going to make my hopeless romantic move at the dance.

    I put on my button down shirt, sprayed way too much cheap cologne, laced up my chuck taylor's, and left the glasses in my bag. I saw miss blondie across the room, and "strutted" over.

    "Hey, I couldn't help but notice you today, what's your name?"
    Girl gets awkward, I figure she's just shy... "Um, Brandy."
    "It's nice to meet you Brandy. I'm Jared. Would you like to dance?"
    awkward girl starts blushing, but politely turns me down. I didn't think much of it, but left the dance bc I was embarrassed.

    The next day, as we're leaving, the blond walks over and hands me her number. Actually, this was the first NUMBER I had ever gotten. The phone number had her name on there too, with a bunch of hearts or flowers or some crap. The name; Sarah! As I looked at her closely, this time with my glasses on again, I realize it's a completely different girl from the night before!

    Definitely not the worst thing I have ever done, but not the smoothest either. Hope you all have a great weekend!

    Cheers,
    Jared
  • imchicbad
    imchicbad Posts: 1,650 Member
    This might be considered TMI: but heres my story:

    When I was 21, I was single, I met a guy named Chris, we hung out he was cool no big deal- nothing special. He was 24. And he was the oldest of 2 brothers.Well i met him through my roommate. any who- she moved away to get married, and i needed another roommate, so Chris says hey, move in with me because my younger brother is about to move out. Perfect! So i move in with Chris, and a month passes and he starts to grow on me, Im really feelin this guy, hes different. Well of course one thing leads to another and (uhum). Well the next day while he was at work this huge 6'4 350 football player knocks on the door asking for Chris - well I refused to open the door I didnt know who he was, come to find out he was Chris little brother lol he pulled out his id to prove it ( at that time i had never met him, just knew who he was), well I remeber him saying he had a brother my age 21 and hes 24. Then it clicked-wait a minute.... on his brothers ID it said he was 26......:huh: so his little brother shows up and I ask him if your 21, and your brother is 26- and Chris is the older brother he cant be 24! HOW OLD IS HE! he looks at me crazy then said nothing and went straight to his room and locked the door. Chris gets there i say GIVE ME YOUR ID! he says why, and i ask him if hes 21 and your other brother is 26 you are not 24....come to find out he was 31!!! I was so mad i cussed him out, you gotta lie to get the booty!!!

    Needless to say, I got over it because I married him one year later- 15 years ive been married to that liar:wink:
  • emaren
    emaren Posts: 934 Member
    I sat in a Hotel bar in London, many, many years ago chatting to this really lovely looking woman with long dark hair and soulful eyes. Turned out that she was a few years older than me, but nonetheless we hit it off really well. We chatted for hours, she told me that her name was Helen and that her father was Nigerian and her mother an English nurse. She seemed lovely.

    We exchanged phone numbers and proimised to 'hook up sometime'. I had a very busy day the next day so I retired to bed at around 10pm - she told me that she too had a busy day as she was working on an important project, but she did kiss me good night - a lovely lingering good-night kiss that went on simply forever........

    *sigh

    I called her a about a week later and her 'secretary' asked me for my phone number and my address - which I gave her.

    A week later a hand written note thanking me for a 'normal evening' arrived along with a couple of tickets for her next 'gig' including a back-stage pass and a signed copy of her debut album.

    *sigh

    I could not get to the gig as I was not in the UK at that time....
  • dumbbanana
    dumbbanana Posts: 138
    Girl likes boy. Boy doesn't like girl. The end.
  • HiKaren
    HiKaren Posts: 1,306 Member
    Emaren....

    Tell us of this performing artist, that gave you the tickets, named Helen. Is there more to that story?? Why was that a "Normal" evening... Come on .. cough up the rest of the story! :smile:

    And one time I went to a Prince concert, and my friend Lakisha was one of the girls, that went on stage and danced with him.. Talk about a great concert. :happy:
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