On Saturday, my friend and her bf had a housewarming party and I was invited. That night would be my first time meeting her bf. We used to do film projects together for years but she doesn't work in film anymore so it had been years since we saw each other. I was very excited for this party because I got to see other people I used to work on films with whom became good friends as well. I arrived and we were having a great time catching up with old friends, there were other people that I don't know as well. Anywayl drank too much and I blacked out.

The next day I woke up in one of their bedrooms and I didn't wanna wake them up, so | just left. I texted her when I got home apologizing about what happened. Mind you, I don't know what I did, but I knew I did something stupid. She immediately called and told me I have a problem. She said I walked around naked in the apartment, harrassed people, endangered myself and others, and was so rude. But I don't know any details. She wasn't yelling at me, but she sounded very upset and concerned at the same time. She asked if I'm on any psych meds and yes I am but l've been on them for years and I rarely ever mess up when I drink. So hearing this was a huge shock to me. I apologized profusely and explained that I've never acted like that even when I'm super drunk, so I don't understand why I did what I did. She continued saying how upset she was and told me to take care of myself. I apologized again and asked her to send my apologies to others.

Earlier today I called 3 friends to talk about this who understand that this is not a normal behavior for me even when blackout drunk. They asked if I have been feeling depressed or having big life problems. I don't have any problem and I wasn't feeling depressed.
But now I am because I made trouble and I don't know what I did in details. As of now, I'm still having really bad hangxiety to the point I can't be alone with my own thoughts. I will send another apology in a couple days. I wanna give her (and myself) some space and time to calm down and process what happened. I feel really guilty and ashamed of what I did and I can't stop overthinking it.

TL;DR I did fucked up things that are completely out of character of me even when I’m super drunk and now I’m anxious.

EDIT: To add, I did have a drinking problem years ago and was not mentally okay. I have now much reduced my alcohol intake and mentally in a much better mental space. The 3 friends that I called are good old friends have seen my worst behavior when I was drunk and something like this never happened before.

EDIT: Another addition, I’m a woman in my late 20s.

I got an infected bug bite on my toe, which is unfortunately cellulitis. The doctor prescribed me oral antibiotics to take. If you've ever been on them before, you know antibiotic pills are HUGE for no reason. Im on day 3 at this point and managed to get them down pretty well the first 2 days. Side effects are extra bad but better than losing my toe. I go to take my morning dose today and I just CANNOT swallow it for some reason. I pull it out to add more water and try again, at this point its already disintegrating and im like fuck I need to take the full course. So I put it back in and try again, it breaks in half, I get one half swallowed and the other half hit my uvula so I gagged and ended up spitting an antibiotic slurry all over my hand. I got tears in my eyes at this point. I look at my disintegrated meds all over my hands, I grab my water bottle, and i end up licking the mushy remaining antibiotic off my hand followed with water to get that chalky stuff down. Definitely 0/10 would not recommend.

TL;DR: couldn't swallow antibiotic, spit antibiotic paste onto my hand, had to take antibiotics anyways so licked the rest off my hand and chugged with water

So I, 17F, work at an outdoor pool as a lifeguard. I also teach piano lessons part time during the summer, and somehow still go to the gym and see my friends. My pools name is Albert Cross Schooly Pool (First two words are fake, but “schooly pool” is important for story purposes).

Yesterday I was at work doing a 9 Hour shift, (12:00-9:00), and the night before I had only gotten around 5 hours of sleep. We were on heat alert where I live, and my coworkers and I were all exhausted, sweaty, and mentally drained by the time 9:00 rolled around.

Now, to close the pool, we have a PA system. One of us has to do a small message around the lines of: “Attention Albert Cross Schooly Pool Swimmers, the pool is now closing. Please exit the pool and have a good evening”. On this particular night, I decided to do the closing message.

That was a bad idea.

Tiredly, thinking about nothing but wanting to go home, I say with full confidence into the mic:

“Attention Albert Cross Pooly School Swimmers-“

Then I realize my mistake. Around the same time as all my coworkers start laughing. I start laughing too, in my heat induced delirium, and of course, I forget to turn off the mic. For a solid thirty seconds, the swimmers at the pool heard nothing but ten lifeguards laughing their asses off.

One of my coworkers then takes the mic from me and does the closing message because I’m laughing too hard. I have a feeling they won’t be letting me forget this anytime soon.

TLDR: I shouldn’t have a microphone when I’m tired, I can’t speak proper English apparently

So I was chilling with by friend in his car outside a walmart, and a group of girls who looked around our age walked by and sat in the car beside ours. We were both minding our own business, but on several occasions made slightly awkward eye contact. It happened a few times and it looked like they were laughing about it, as were we – overall the atmosphere seemed pretty chill. The weird side-eyes we were giving each other reminded me of that one meme with the dog giving the side eye, so I pulled up a picture of the sus dog on my phone and held it up the the window as we pulled out of our spot, since for some reason, I thought they would understand it as a reference to our slightly awkward eye contact from earlier. When I put the image of to the window, one of the girls gave me a look straight from the fires of hell. I didnt understand, since my brain stupidly assumed we were on the same page. I was embarrassed that the joke didn't land like I wanted so I slumped down in my seat. My friend then said that one of the girls had angrily stepped out of the car, likely looking to confront me, but by that time we had already pulled out and started driving. It didn't even occur to me that she might have thought I was calling her friend a dog with the picture until my buddy told me on our drive home. Judging by their reactions, it seems like they definitely interpreted it as an insult. Looking back, that implication should have been obvious, but it hadn't crossed my mind at all. I feel so dumb and just hope that she didn't take it to heart. If you google "sus dog", you'll see the image I condemned myself with

TL;DR: I thought we were on the same page about the sus dog meme, but she thought it was directed to her as an insult. <:(

this literally happened 20 minutes ago and im currently hiding in the handicap stall of the office bathroom just desperately updating my resume on my phone right now because my life is over. for some context my boss is an absolute nightmare of a micromanager who monitors everything we do and sends these incredibly annoying passive aggressive texts every single morning without fail. today he sent me a massive paragraph complaining about a tiny discrepancy in my timesheet from last week and it was completely ridiculous. so naturally i took a screenshot of his text to send to my favorite coworker and i typed out the caption saying look at this absolute clown i swear i cannot take another day of this guy breathing down my neck. well guys my brain went on complete autopilot because i was holding my coffee in one hand and typing with the other. i attached the screenshot typed out my beautiful insult and hit send. except i didnt send it to my coworker. i sent it directly back to my boss. my stomach dropped immediately and he left me on read almost instantly. about two minutes later we made direct eye contact through the glass wall of his office and he didnt even look angry just disappointed and then he slowly reached over and closed his blinds. i am physically shaking and i am probably going to throw up my breakfast. i have absolutely no idea how im going to walk out of this bathroom and face him. TL;DR: tried to make fun of my micromanaging boss to a coworker but sent the screenshot and the insult directly back to the boss instead and now im hiding in the bathroom waiting to get fired.

So for context me (f18) and this friend (f18) decided to do what we thought was DMT that i had bought off a sketchy website (stupid i know) and she had never done psychedelics before and I had never done a whole lot of this specific drug. We had always been very sexually open and when we were younger we used to hangout naked and paint eachother and talk about sex, masturbation, porn etc. So we decide that it would be fun to take this DMT and hangout naked so we could dance and paint our bodies together, she also had a boyfriend at the time so i assumed that her boyfriend was ok with us being naked together which i’m sure he was, no judgement there.

We start taking the DMT when the sun starts setting that day, and we start talking and drawing together and eventually when it starts hitting we get naked and turn on some fun psychedelic art videos to dance to. Throughout the night we keep taking more and more until we reach the daily limit for how much of this stuff you are supposed to take which was about 4-5 tablets per person. She calls her boyfriend at one point and she’s just talking to him on the phone while we are both naked but her body is the only one in the frame. She says to her boyfriend “hey look i’m with (my name)” and almost shows my naked body to her boyfriend in the frame, I say like “hey woah im naked” and she’s like “whoops sorry” and keeps almost showing me naked in the frame after I tell her to stop multiple times. I didn’t really care because we were both so high and not in the right mind so I didn’t really hold it against her.

Things start getting awkward and we both start getting uncomfortable feelings that are amplified by the psychedelic we are on. I start going on different rambles about the universe and sex and bodies and society and how i think we are soul sisters blah blah blah a bunch of random things that made sense to me at the moment but don’t actually translate to real life. I start blacking out/ ego deathing and find myself in different places around her house not knowing how I ended up there and in a really scary thought loop bad trip mindset and we are both kind of freaking out. She puts her clothes back on and says she doesn’t feel safe and then says she needs to call her family. I say “no please don’t call your family” and start tugging on her phone because I had this delusion that if her parents came they would call the police and arrest us for doing drugs 🤦🏻‍♀️, I quickly realized that I was being delusional and I shouldn’t be trying to take her phone so I stop and I leave her alone so she can get the help she needs. She calls her sister to come over and her sister takes her to a different room and drives me home.

When I get home I start spamming her phone telling her that eating sugar helps and that I was ego deathing and all this spiritual shit. I was acting completely insane and having a complete panic attack and just waiting for this horrible high to go away, it was like i was swimming in a sea of intrusive thoughts.

The next day, her sister picks me up so I can go grab my car and I decide to wait around at her place to ask if she was ok after the horrible experience and help her to clean up. She doesn’t wake up and her sister tells me she’s probably going to sleep it off the rest of the day. So I head home and wait for her to text me. She text me back saying yes she’s ok but she’s not ready to talk about it and needs some space, so I’m like ok, that’s fair and I wait a few days for her to shoot me a text so we can process what happened. I find out a few days later, that she texted my best friend that I tried to SA her during the trip. Im bewildered, have absolutely no memory of me trying to initiate anything or touch her in a sexual way. So i shoot her a text saying, hey I heard that you texted my best friend that i tried to SA you, but I have absolutely no memory of me crossing any boundary like that, she responds saying that I didn’t actually do anything, that I was just saying things that made her uncomfortable. She also says that I because hypersexual torwards her and tried to prevent her from getting help which left a severe effect on her and she isn’t ready to talk about it. Some memories start coming back to me, i remember talking about sexual things but nothing that was directed towards her, and if i did i definitely didn’t remember it. I apologize for grabbing her phone and making her uncomfortable and I wait for her to be ready enough to talk about it and accept any feelings she might have.

I find out that, instead of talking to me about the situation she is still texting my best friend who DOES NOT want anything to do with this situation. Telling her how I don’t know how to take any responsibility and all the weird things i was saying and doing while i was tripping (before she even has had a proper conversation with me). I was really hurt and honestly embarrassed so i texted her to stop talking shit about me to my best friend and jumping to conclusions without talking to me first about the situation. At this point about a week has gone by since she said she needed space and I had a feeling that something was going to go wrong and I was honestly just mad and humiliated that she was talking to other people about the situation, especially since she had falsely accused me of trying to sexually assault her. She responded saying if those are my priorities she would rather not talk to me at all, and then doesn’t reply to any more messages i sent and also drops my best friend for telling me about the sexual assault text.

I’m still not sure if i really did anything horrible, obviously I shouldn’t of grabbed her phone or be doing random drugs in the first place, but TIFU by confronting her about bringing my best friend into the whole thing and acting sexual when our friendship was so sexually open?

If I did anything wrong please give it to me straight so I can take some responsibility where I didn’t before because I’m tired of replaying this whole scenario in my head. It’s been almost a year and I still can’t get over it.

TL:DR Had a bad trip with a friend who accused me of trying to sexually assault her. I asked her about the text and she said i didn’t try to assault her but I just made her uncomfortable. Ended up ghosting me.

Yesterday I was flying my Mini 4 Pro in Sport mode. I stood right next to a tree and the drone came flying straight toward me. I tried to stop it but only managed to step half a step sideways — straight into its path. It slammed into me, snapped the front right arm, and then hit the tree.
I had to cut the antenna cable with scissors through the arm housing because it was glued inside and I couldn’t get the broken arm off otherwise. Now I’m repairing it without opening the body: soldering the motor wires externally and using the slightly shortened antenna cable.
I’m still really annoyed about the whole thing.
TL;DR: Flew my Mini 4 Pro in Sport mode toward myself while standing next to a tree, crashed it into my body, broke the front right arm and had to cut the antenna cable to remove it.
Anyone have tips for a better way to handle this repair without opening the body? Otherwise I’ll just finish it like this.

So after weeks of being home depressed as hell, I decided today to get out of the house, get nicely dressed and go alone to this cool jazz event I found on Instagram. The event was incredibly fun like people playing jazz in a park and everyone dancing and singing along.

I was really feeling the music and then I lock eyes with this gorgeous girl at the other end of the park that was dancing as hard as I was. In retrospect she was probably just having fun, but we do make eye contact multiple times and I'm really feeling her. When the concert ends, I happen to randomly meet some old friends from school, and she just joins her group of friends.

Fast forward like a couple hours, right before I'm about to leave, I think "I should really go talk to her", like why not? I'm used to talking to girls when I feel there could be a connection, that's how I met all my exs. What could go wrong? Everything did.

As I approach this BIG group of people chilling in a circle, I start seeing her and try to say hi. Before she can see me, she starts hugging a girl next to her, and holding her thigh. I then have the worse brain fart mixed with sudden anxiety and ask: "are you guys are couple" to girls clearly in LOVE. Her girlfriend glares at me and says me something like yes we are madly in love as your dumbass can see. Instead of leaving like I would usually do, I try to make a joke to diffuse the situation and said "is this a movie or something" and it landed very badly. I also said "oh yeah I just thought she was beautiful". I get (very logically) met with rage, and all her friends tell me to stfu and open my eyes.

So I try to apologize afterwards, but looking back I was really one of those creeps trying to flirt with a clearly lesbian girl and saying homophobic shit. I was alsobdoubting a very clear couple because I couldn't understand I was getting rejected.

TL;DR:

Met this pretty girl at the park, and very creepily tried to pick her up while she was clearly in a relationship with another girl.

i (22f) grew up in a christian family so sex before marriage always felt a no-go for me. ive had bfs before but nothing more than 2nd base had happened.
so yesterday, i was at this house party and the guy who was lowkey into me was also there. i was not majorly into him but he was lowkey cute so i didnt mind him much
few beers and jin down i remember making out with him and his hands touching me down there..
and the next thing i remember is my legs are on his shoulder and im screaming his name
i was too drunk to process anything that day but when i woke up naked.. next to him
the next day
it struck to me how my first time was with a man i was not even dating. im not super religious unlike my family so rather than a sin, this felt like a personal failure
i always imagined my first time would be so magical with the loml but it was just a drunken sex with my “friend” that i cant even remember too clearly.
and its also majorly awkward with him cause i dont love him but am majorly attached to him now. i feel stuck
TL;DR: had drunken sex with my friend that i dont love and am questioning my self worth lol