Years ago I had a classmate who seemed rather off. You know when you can just tell something's wrong, when you get that feeling in your gut about someone? That's your intuition talking. You should probably trust it. Anyway, I avoided this classmate for the most part, only speaking with them when we had to work together on in-class assignments. And years later, I learned that he was arrested for stalking several young women. Suddenly, all of those weird feelings I had struggled with made so much more sense.
After Redditor IlIl_IlI0101IlIIIL asked the online community, "Who was the creepiest person you've ever seen or met?" people shared their stories.
"I was at the public library..."
I was at the public library about four years ago doing schoolwork and a man came up and sat down at my table, staring at me. After easily ten minutes, he asked me why I was wearing gold headphones (cheap but fun gold colored headphones) and then informed me that the royals back in Medieval times used to make the peasants dig for gold because they were actually supernatural entities who ate it.
By this point I'm shooting "help me" eyes at the librarians, who all ignore me. He talks for a bit longer and then PULLS OUT A MASK - like something you would wear on Halloween and puts it on. Sits there, staring at me.
Library security officer finally kicks him out because he refused to take the mask off. I leave the library easily two hours later and he's outside, waiting. He follows me about a block before I pull out my phone and threaten to call the police on him. He calls me a b!tch and walks away.
"They stopped there..."
Few years ago, I was in a new city for some official work. The first night, I was just walking on the road, roaming around after the city slept. So I was walking up in this empty road and I saw a girl walking towards a bus stand in opposite direction. Dark empty road with minimal street light, just enough to see whether the person is girl or boy. Two dudes, following her. She stopped at the bus stop. These guys just looking at her and following her. As I came close by, she was looking at me once and at them.
Everything normal and the guys standing just a few meters away. I saw her and she looked at me with these big tears eyes. I stood there scared s***less that what those guys may do but I made it a point to stay there with her. They made some calls. Just then a city bus came and she boarded it. The guys also start walking towards the bus so I start walking straight towards them, fast and with angry face. They stopped there while the bus left. The girl just mouthed thank you from the bus window. I started walking away again towards my hotel. Guys followed me for one street but then left I suppose.
"I decide to do some of my own research..."
A teacher at my school. This guy had to be at least in his late 60's or early 70's. He was the stagecraft teacher. Really thin lanky guy with a face that just looked like he was going to be trouble. I fought off my initial bad feelings, because hey, don't judge a book by its cover.
Well, Christmas time rolls around. We have a big play and I'm on a team that is building Christmas Future. I'm one of the hand puppeteers. We all form a semi circle, myself , another girl (referred to as A), another boy, a female teacher, and the male teacher (I'll refer to him as H).
Well, as we are talking, we are the only people on stage. Nobody else in the building. This guy slowly runs his hand down my back and touches my butt. I quickly back away, stunned at what happened. I'm a junior and have not a clue as what to do. After, I go and talk to A, who is frantic, telling me she saw the whole thing. I go home and tell my dad. Well, he is pretty upset.
We go and talk to the principal. He nods, saying that he will take our concern seriously. Then he says that he will go and monitor the teacher. Sounds good in my book. Well, by this, he means that he will tell H that hes going to watch what he does. No firing, because I'm just one student and they don't have enough evidence.
Flash forward and now girls are walking in pairs, as well as some guys. H continues to stare me down and watch me. I'm grossed out. Then comes to dress rehearsal. He walks into the female changing room. Thankfully we are all dressed, but this went up and over the top. Multiple people reported him. But he didnt get fired. Because H was a friend of the principal.
I decide to do some of my own research now. After googling this guys name, turns out he has a small cult revolving around him. Yes, a cult. Reported it to my therapist, teacher and a few others. He gets fired by a higher up in the district. Grossest I've ever felt and by far the creepiest thing to happen to me.
"A creepy dude came in..."
Once I was working and the coworker that was there that day was on lunch, so I was completely alone (it was a small business).
A creepy dude came in and basically cornered me, getting inches from me, talking about how hot I was, how he wanted to hook up, etc. I nervously told him I had a boyfriend and to please not talk to me like that. He did the generic "well he doesn't have to know" response. Eventually, I was able to get behind the counter and he stopped following me and left.
About a week later, I was walking home from work because I didn't have a car at the time, and there he was. He spots me and tries to follow me home. Scared the hell out of me. Called my boyfriend at the time and he quickly came to pick me up and yelled at the dude.
I ended up seeing his mugshot online, looked up his criminal record and he had a whole load of harassment, domestic abuse.
"I used to work in the mental health field..."
I used to work in the mental health field. One of my clients was a necrophiliac (someone who likes to get down with corpses). He was a middle aged, morbidly obese man who always wore the same pair of white overalls and a straw hat. He insisted on being called "Farmer Ted" (and his name wasn't even Ted). Definitely the nastiest, creepiest guy you could ever meet, and no I'm not making this up.
"Not long after..."
Some random guy who approached me one morning and asked me out. He gave me major creepy vibes, I'd seen him hanging around outside my building for a while and this was the first time he'd spoken to me.
Not long after, I woke up to an intruder in my bedroom. I can't be certain it was the same man, because it was too dark too see the intruder's face clearly enough, but there was enough similarity that it was definitely possible that it was the same guy, and the guy who'd been hanging around disappeared after the break-in, never saw him again. Prior to that I'd seen him often enough that I thought he'd moved into one of the buildings along that stretch of the road. The fact that he then disappeared was suspicious.
"I transported a cannibal..."
I transported a cannibal once when I was an extradition officer. He said he wanted to eat me so I bought him a pepperoni pizza and told him he could pretend it's me.
"We both stood there..."
I was out early doing my morning walk and I saw this guy appear out of the bushes. At first I just thought that he maybe a gardener or something and I was just seeing it from a weird angle. I kept walking, but took out one headphone so I could hear. I made a turn down my street and casually glanced over my shoulder to see where he was- which was crossing the street over to my side. He started picking up the pace and I thought about running but for some reason I turned all the way around so I was facing him and firmly yelled "CAN I HELP YOU?!" We both stood there staring at each other, I basically told myself subconsciously not to back down so I took a step towards him- he turned around and walked back across the street.
"It took me a long time..."
My ex boyfriend. When we got together I of course got no bad vibes from him. My parents, on the other hand, hated him from the get-go. I was 14 and he was 16. He had a knife collection and a really creepy obsession with the occult. (I like occult imagery and the general aesthetic, but he was really into it. Like believed in black magic and s***)
Over the course of our relationship (1 1/2 years) he repeatedly emotionally abused me (and occasionally physically). Towards the end of the relationship, I was sure he would kill me. I was 16, and totally confident that one day he would murder me. Once, I was at his house and his parents weren't home. I jokingly asked what was in his wardrobe, as all of his clothes were on the floor. He said "bodies". I laughed, and he said "and I'll put yours in there too." Even though it was a joke, I was instantly terrified. I started crying and had a severe panic attack. His sister came home and told him off, but she thought I was weird because I was such a highly strung, anxious person so she didn't think much of it. One of the last times I went to his house, we were home alone. I suddenly was just so scared to be alone with him, that I pretended to be sick. I called my parents and got them to come pick me up.
It took me a long time to gain friends back after we broke up, as he had isolated me from all of them. They all told me how creepy he was, and how much they didn't like us being together.
That was now almost 7 years ago. I've been with my current partner for 5 years, and they are the sweetest person I've ever met. I still suffer from severe PTSD. Recently, my ex turned up at my work, and around the corner from my house. I should have seen his true self from the start.
"He showed up with a wild look in his eye..."
Met a guy through a through a co-worker. He seemed nice, a little shy, a bit nerdy. Like me. So we hung out for a few weeks, park visits, lunch dates, talked on the phone, nothing serious or sexy at all. Just getting to know each other. So one day, I invited him over to my apartment for lunch, as we both had our lunch break at the same time. I got us some sub sandwiches and figured we'd eat on the deck and have a nice visit.
He showed up with a wild look in his eye and a grocery bag full of magazines. He said, "I brought something over for us." Mind you, we hadn't even kissed or held hands or talked sexy at all. The bag was full of hardcore dungeon porn. Now, I'm not shaming a kink here but he way misread the audience. I kind of laughed and said nty, I'm on my lunch break.
He went OFF, screaming at me about how I know I want it, how I was a horrible person and a piece of s***. Stunned, I ran out of my house and banged on my neighbor's door. Thankfully, the guy was home and quickly came to my aid. He walked me back to my apartment and told crazy dude to leave and not come back. Crazy dude took his bag of porn, BOTH sandwiches and stormed out.
He called me a few times and harassed me on social media until I blocked him. My nice neighbor stayed on the lookout for me until I moved away a few months later. I told co-worker about what happened and she felt so bad, she had no idea how crazy that guy was.
"The final straw..."
One of the first guys I ever met in college was the biggest creep of all time. He was - and I'm not exaggerating - obsessed with me, in a really scary way. We were both involved in the music department so I had to interact with him almost every day. At first I thought he was just being nice and maybe a little flirty. He'd go out of his way to talk to me. But things started to get weird. He'd go out of his way to be physically close to me. He'd stand next to me and just stare. I very clearly remember one day I wore a t-shirt with a bunch of writing on the back. He asked me to turn around to see what it said, so I did. I stood there for a few seconds and I felt his finger trickle down my back. I jumped and said, "Dude, what are you doing?!" He just stared at me and walked away.
I hoped that would be the end of his creepiness but unfortunately it wasn't. He started asking me out and I always politely declined. He asked me multiple times regardless of the fact that I made it very clear that I "only saw him as a friend."
The final straw was when he told me he'd kill himself if I didn't go out with him. I panicked and felt scared, so I told the college's equivalent of a guidance counselor what happened. He ended up leaving the school a few weeks later. I don't know if he was forcefully removed or if he dropped out, but either way I was incredibly relieved that he was gone.
"He turns to the rest of us..."
This one time back in high school, me and a few friends (all of us 16, male) spent a Sunday at Venice Beach. Right before it got dark we decided to take some birds (electric scooters) over to the Pier. Once we got there and walked around for a while, this older looking man stared at us from about 30 feet away and began to walk over. From the distance we saw him at he seemed like a normal guy, but as he got closer you could instantly tell he was homeless and probably a drug addict or alcoholic.
Initially he starts off with some casual conversation about where we're from, and what we're doing there tonight. We were four guys, so we weren't worried about what he could do to us. We went along with what he was asking and even snuck in a few jokes to f*** with him a bit.
After about three or four minutes of talking to this guy he stops the conversation in it's tracks and asks us all a question: whether or not we'd want to kill some people tonight. The question completely threw me off, and sent the tingling fear sensation throughout my body. Before any of us could answer that insane f****** question, one of my friends speaks up and flat out said "no, that's crazy". This guy begins to get upset and starts calling my friend a p*ssy. Says that he doesn't have any balls, and that'd he'd really love to f*** him up. Then he starts to remark on the way he looks, his height, and everything else.
He turns to the rest of us after flaming the f*** out of my friend and asks again "do you guys want to go and kill some people tonight?". All of said that we weren't going to kill anyone, and kind of "politely" declined. Non of us could predict what he'd do if we said the wrong thing, and I'm happy we all internalized that thought process because everybody decided to defuse the situation as gently as possible.
The guy ended up walking away, and as soon as he did I dialed the cops. They sent over a patrol car to take our statement on what happened. We gave the officers a description and told them what he said to us. I have no idea where that guy is now, but I hope he's either locked up in prison or getting psychiatric help.
"I was at a park..."
I was at a park with my kids. A man was jogging behind us and acting goofy like dancing and hopping around. He came up to us and tried to make small talk. He was an older man. Then he started asking about my kids. He said "I like them this age." And was quick to add "But I won't date anyone until they're 18 of course."
I never left any place so fast and never went back. Guy was creeping on my kids right to my face! That was probably almost 10 years ago and I'm still angry about it.
"I got to talking to him..."
I'm a cop in a violent city. On reflection, I'm a bit surprised that nobody really stands out. In my experience, most really violent people are pretty goddamn mundane when you sit down with them.
We had a guy that was killing neighborhood cats with a pellet gun. When he had a few corpses, he'd sort of arrange them along the alley near the rear of his home. We figured out who he was and I was there when we went to seize his guns.
I got to talking to him, and found out that, in his adult life, he'd legally changed his name to a Greek god's. After the name change, when his daughter was born, he'd named her Ambrosia. I know enough mythology to know ambrosia is what the gods ate. Weird guy.
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Sometimes you just don't have any money and you have to make it work. I learned how to make the most out of bargains at the grocery store and know how to make food that is hearty and will last more than a day or two. Beans and rice are your friends, by the way. You'd be surprised by how many delicious meals you can make with just these two basic ingredients.
Being poor requires you to be creative.
Penny pinching is an art, as we were so deftly reminded after Redditor naranja_cheese asked the online community,
"What is the most penny pinching you've ever done?"
"I used to steal..."
"I used to steal half-used rolls of tp when I was a janitor. Lived off white rice and Worcestershire sauce for months. Got a job as a cook & always saved a few scraps while plating people's food so I would have something to eat without paying for a meal. Also worked at a butcher shop& would take home bones to roast and make a stew with. I can share hundreds of things like this."
"I worked part-time..."
"I worked part-time in school, but was pretty broke. I wasn't being paid until the following day, and I needed soy sauce for my extra super tasty stir fry. I literally had negative funds in my account. So I went to the grocery store, grabbed a sushi tray, threw a ton of packets of soy sauce in my pocket (they don't charge you for these), wandered a bit, pretended I changed my mind, and left."
"While at the grocery store..."
"While at the grocery store, putting back that pack of chicken breast that cost $2.98 for the other pack of chicken breast that cost $2.95."
"Things were insanely tight..."
"Used to make my own laundry detergent during a time when we had relocated and our prior home had not sold so we had rent on top of a mortgage for 18 months. Things were insanely tight in those days, to say the least."
I definitely know what this is like.
"I took some cedar boards..."
"I had no money for Christmas gifts. I only had enough to pay rent. I took some cedar boards in the backyard, cut them, burnt them a little black as I had no money to finish them. Then I passed them off as cutting boards."
"One Friday night..."
"One Friday night in college, my two buddies and I had a grand total of $3 to our names. I bought a box of Mac 'n Cheese, a can(!) of escargot, and three Lil' Debbie Star Crunches. We had a full meal with starch, protein, and dessert."
"I lived on pasta..."
"When I was at university my entire budget was less than £40 a week. I lived on pasta and stolen sauce packets from the Students Union. The cafeteria ladies would always take pity on me at closing time and give me free burgers."
"I lost my job..."
"I lost my job and lived in a $1400/month apartment where electricity (which included heat) and internet were ludicrously expensive. $400-450 a month in the winter because the building was an old mill with huge windows and no insulation. Fortunately, gas and water were free."
"I only turned on my lights when I had to, turned off the heat entirely, and heated my apartment by boiling a huge pot of water on the gas stove 24 hours a day and going to the business center to use the free DSL connection to apply for jobs. I ate rice with frozen vegetables and spices for three months."
"It sucked, but I got by."
Hopefully things are much better now.
"If I ate fast food..."
"If I ate fast food or takeout food, I would ask for extra sauce packets or garnishes that they give out for free. I would stock up on them, use them when I cook instead of buying the stuff from the store. For example, a $1 box of pasta, a clove of garlic, and 2-3 ramekins of parm cheese, half ramekin of chili flakes, and a pinch of Italian herbs I got from a pizza place makes a quick meal."
"My local mall..."
"My local mall used to do paid surveys, you'd watch a video or try some new soda or whatever and they'd give you a couple of dollars. Then I'd use that to buy a meal."
Sometimes you've just gotta do what you've gotta do. It's not easy.
Have some stories of your own? Feel free to tell us about them in the comments below!
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Now, this isn't going to be a long, "Let's all pile on how bad the internet is and only think about the good ol' days when the rocks were soft and we could only communicate using cans with string."
People old enough to remember life pre-Internet, what are some less obvious things you miss about that time?
Many habits we used to possess were made completely irrelevant thanks to the internet. Not that we didn't enjoy doing them, we just started asking ourselves, "What's the point?"
Completely Devoid Of Technological Interference
"Leaving home and just being gone for the day. No cell phones. If there were cameras, it was really different. You used them to take pictures of things or had people take pictures of you. But there was no social media to preoccupy your mind. It was just doing something. And whoever you were with, was who you were with."
No One Needs 24 Hours Of Nonsense
"News only being on at 6pm. That was it. Now we have 6 hours of local news and 24 hours of cable news. Not being bombarded all day with "news." And when you saw "Breaking News" on the screen you knew something serious went down."
You Mean We Actually Have To Go?
"It used to be a lot harder to bail on things. You'd have to call the person at home and tell them yourself, or at least leave a message if you wanted to be risky. Typically if you were gonna bail you'd give at least 24 hours notice. Nowadays people can let you know they're bailing last second since you're always reachable."
"RSVPing mattered. If you said you were going to be there, you made sure to be there. None of this facebook invites that everyone blows off without any form of social repercussions. If you said you were going to go and didn't go, you were the a--hole and everyone knew it."
You can get almost anything on the internet. Almost. Still no sign of real working Lightsabers anywhere out there, but the internet has eliminated many of our purchasing practices.
Just In Time For The Holidays!
"The Sears catalog. That was how I found out about all the cool new toys."
"Catalogs in general, for me. Before the internet made mindless browsing of stuff you didn't need ~really~ easy to do, we still liked doing this without having to drive to the mall. The solution? Sign your mom up for those cool seed catalogs, those not safe to browse at the office gag gift catalogs and then everything in between. That stuff was really nice to have when you grew up somewhere that was not even cable ready."
1 Good Song Out Of 15
"When you bought new music you just had to hope it was good. The single might be popular but otherwise unless someone had it you just bought it and hoped for the best."
"There was so much excitement to going to a cd store to buy an album that you only knew one song of or the band/artist name and just listening to that entire cd over and over again picking out which tracks were your favorite while still learning every lyric to all the songs on the album.
Building a cd collection was also fun."
Talk About The "Immediate Gratification" Generation, Huh?
"The instant win bottle caps / candy / chocolate bar wrappers where you could turn them back into the store and immediately get a free one. Now it's just codes you have to register on their website so they can get your info, i don't even bother anymore."
Finally, there's these activities, to difficult to explain to anyone who wasn't there. How do you get someone to understand that not having a supercomputer in your pocket at all hours of the day radically changed your life?
Keeping It In Front Of You
"I miss having an attention span of more than three seconds"
"It's so weird. I can only vaguely remember what it feels like to not have a smartphone and to be alone and think.
Wondering what my friends are doing and if they'd like to do something on the weekend. We'd have to talk during lunch break at school and plan it...
Trying to find the answer to a math problem... Having to figure it out by re-reading the problem and explanations 5 times."
There Used To Be A Time When You Couldn't Play Everything
"Not being overwhelmed by choice.
Don't get me wrong, having nearly every form of media downloadable is great, but back in the day, i rented a video game and i played that video game as much as i could.
Now, its hard to give it more than 2 seconds before i try one of the 20,000 games i have access to.
New game plus used to be cool. Now, I'm happy if just beat the game"
Floundering. Just A Little.
"My formative years were the 1980s. I remember like yesterday going to study in Paris my junior year of college. I got off the plane with no cell phone, no internet, a Let's Go Paris book, and just a hostel address written on a piece of paper I'd stuck in a French dictionary. I did not know a single person in all of France.
I had $500 of cash stuck in a money belt. The belt was tight and sweaty but that money had to last me for at least a month until I could find a part-time job with my lousy French. My "credit card" was my father's credit card numbers written down on a piece of paper. He told me I could only use it to buy a plane ticket home in an emergency.
I remember standing in the airport and having this powerful emotion of being 21 years old, scared sh-tless, but in absolutely completely control of my own destiny. There was absolutely nobody who could come rushing to my aid if I needed it. I was 100% on my own.
I'm actually very thankful for that experience. I found the hostel. I found a job. I made friends. I learned French. I made it all on my own which was just a big boost in life confidence.
I have no doubt if I'd had a cell phone I would've called my parents on Day 2, told them it was too hard, and been on the next plane home. But I had no other choice but to succeed."
We can never go back. Not really, anyway. The only way is to keep going forward, be aware of the effect the internet has on us, and do our best to not let it take away the things that really matter in our lives.
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Look, unless you enjoy cooking, no one likes spending time in the kitchen longer than they have to in order to whip up something mediocre to eat.
Ordering food or, for the time being, enjoying a socially distanced lunch at an establishment is convenient, but it can take a toll on your wallet.
So what options are there?
Fortunately, there are plenty of them that do not involve nuking a frozen entree.
"What's your go-to under 5 minute meal?"
These dinner selections are super sufficient.
A Loaded Course
"Two hotdogs and a side of judgement from my fiancé"
In Case You Didn't Know
"Quesadilla. super quick and easy to make and there's a ton of ingredients that you can add without much effort that will make it even better."
"Ramen and an egg, but not the traditional way."
- "Boil roughly half an inch of water (we want just enough water to boil the noodles, with very little water left over when it's done boiling)."
- "Smash up the ramen noodles, while still in the package (optional but cooks MUCH faster)."
- "Open the package and remove the seasoning."
- "Dump the noodles in."
- "While boiling, crack an egg and whisk in a small bowl."
- "Noodles should be done and almost all the water should be gone, if not strain out some.
- Remove from the heat."
- "Slowly pour in the egg while mixing very quickly, try not to let the egg touch the pan."
- "Mix as much of the seasoning packet as you like (I prefer 1/2 - 3/4 because I usually add a salty component at the end.)"
- "Add to bowl and top with some chives, thinly sliced, ripped up ham/salami and/or parsley. Leftover bacon or pancetta are fantastic crunchy components to dial up the texture."
"Easy, fast and checks so many of the 'munchie' boxes for me."
Don't Underestimate Soups
"Tomato soup and add tortellini. I like the spinach ones from Trader Joe's and Progreso creamy tomato with basil. It's bomb and it really makes a decent meal."
For people in a rush, these tasty snacks would suffice.
Goes Well With Veggies And Cheese
"Hummus is such an underrated food. It goes well with a lot of veggies and breads and chips or heck even cheese. All the time I hear hummus being listed as one of those weird, gross foods when its actually an amazing snack, or a meal if done correctly. It's not really unhealthy, either, especially if eaten with veggies (celery and carrots go great with hummus)."
Ready In Seconds
"All I do is get a paper towel, and put 5 Oreos on it."
"Then go back and get the whole package."
Peanut Butter Fantasies
"Peanut butter sandwich."
"If I'm feeling extra froggy I'll add nutella to the peanut butter and honey sandwich and put it in the microwave for 30 seconds. Goes down about as well as a popeye's biscuit though."
"It's like cheating the system. You eat sweets and call it healthy."
Start your day without all the hassle of a fancy breakfast.
Put It In A Bowl
"Oatmeal or cereal."
"Cereal is definitely underrated as a meal outside of the breakfast dynamic."
"A very simple recipe my grandma prepared for me when i was a kid."
"It's basically scrambled eggs...but before adding the egg she would cook sweetcorn (from a can) with a little bit of butter, add the eggs and then when the eggs were almost ready, add small cubes of cheese and cook for a minute or until the cheese start to melt (she was using fontal, but any swiss or white cheddar will do). Just a little black pepper and salt."
"Takes 5 minutes to do but it's absolutely delicious, fill you up, not so unhealthy and I feel my late grandma with me."
'I tried variations with chives or spring onions, paprika or other stuff. Still good but nothing as good as a simple "uova strapazzate con mais e formaggio.'"
I consider yogurt a healthy snack/lunch option.
I like having a bowl of non-fat plain Greek yogurt with raspberries, blueberries, sprinkled with granola and drizzled with honey.
It's packed with nutrients and gives me a nice boost of energy.
Yogurt also makes for a perfect chip dip. I sprinkle some onion soup mix and stir in the mixture. Who knew quick and easy food prep could be so delicious?
We all like to assume that a big old scar has an amazing, hardcore story behind it: maybe a valiant fight or some life threatening-escape.
But despite what Hollywood would have us think, that is so rarely the case.
Usually, some kind of bizarre accident leaves us with the biggest scar of our life. There's no action movie story behind it, just a careful mixture of foolishness and bad luck.
Clearly not put off by some gruesome anecdotes, Redditor fluffybear45 asked:
"People with scars, how did you get them?"
For many, it was the wild antics of childhood that left them slightly maimed. With many years now separating the Redditor from the event, these were pretty hilarious.
Out of Nowhere!
"I was playing on a swing and then my leg got stuck in barbed wire." -- Soviet_God-Emperor
"I feel like we missed a couple steps here, or your local park had some serious issues." -- Henfrid
"Yo that went from 0 to 100 real fast" -- IHaveButt
"2nd grade, defective slip-n-slide." -- AdmiralAkbar1
"I'm pretty sure the general design of the slip'n'slide was defective. Those stakes weren't covered originally, so you had to be straight down the middle of the slide or else....." -- Q-burt
"Could you refer to this incident in a gravely voice while staring into the middle distance, pausing only to shudder and sip your scotch?" -- CaptValentine
That's Why You Need an Axe Yard
"My dad hit me with an axe (bladed side) in the face. Stupid 10 yo me just had to look over his shoulder while he was hammering in herrings for our tent."
Others talked about freak accidents that came not from the stupidity of childhood, but the bad luck of mistakes made as an adult.
Bad Conditions for Practice
"Dad gave me a folding knife for Christmas"
"I read online that you could flick it open with one hand"
"So I practiced it, after my hands were greasy from eating a burger"
Take Your Pick
"Multiple long scars on my back are from falling onto a old soviet steel welcome mat ( i dont know how to describe it in english but its meant to wipe dirt of your shoes with triangle shaped steel beams."
"Medium sized one on my forearm is from a barbed wire fence, another one next to it is from a motorcycle accident and one on the base on my thumb is from a cars hood slipping and cutting me."
One Heck Of a Fall
" 'This one is from a skateboard, this one was a truck accident, and this one was a fire hydrant.' "
" 'Oh really? I bet each one has a very unique story.' "
" 'Not really, I skateboarded off of a truck into a fire hydrant.' "
Last, some people talked about the medical procedures that left them with the big gash. These stories had some ninth grade words and not nearly as much stupidity.
"A rare auto immune disorder called pyoderma gangrenosum twice... Don't google If you don't like gore... I had to have daily wound care and high doses of medical steroids"
"My intestines telescoped on themselves 8" scar on my belly." -- Anom8675309
"I never wanted to see the words 'intestines' and 'telescoped' together. Ouch." -- LadySygerrik
"I was born 2 months premature. I wasn't born with an esophagus so drs. cut my stomach open and used parts of my colon or intestines and created a new one for me. I have a huge scar on my neck and my stomach is one big scar. Also had a stomach feeding tube for quite a bit and heart surgery at 2 days old."
"I love science. I wouldn't have experienced life if it hadn't been for advances in medical science."
So if you've been sitting on an embarrassing backstory for one of your scars, feel free to share. You're hardly alone.