People Reveal What Their Own Personal Version Of Hell Would Be Like
From Dante's _Inferno, _one of the only surviving old pieces of literature which quite literally imagined Hell as a place, to Jean-Paul Sartre's infamous play _No Exit _(from which the quote "Hell is other people" was born,) humans have always been fascinated with imagining this chamber of torture that supposedly those who led despicable lives shall inhabit for all eternity.
So when lalatier asked the internet:
They were met with a breadth of answers.
A cold winters night. I'm driving home, the heat doesn't work, and it's 40 below. I really, REALLY need to poop, so badly that it hurts. But I hold on, suffering, because I'm almost home. It's just around the corner!
But it isn't just around the corner, because this world is a looping purgatory. I have no concept of time, so I'm stuck in this moment, freezing cold, in a state of gastric pain, with my futile hope that I'll be alright hanging in limbo for eternity.
Or maybe I'm just stuck in the mall behind a group of kids who won't move. Same amount of suffering, TBH.
Trapped Inside Of Trapped
A place where you constantly hear nothing but a dripping sound and you always feel like you have to take a piss, but you have no genitalia.
Everytime I'm going to do something or make a decision, someone will tell me to do just that a couple of seconds before I actually do.
So patronising. It'll make me feel like I have no free will.
Alone in a room that's a blank, empty cube. Absolutely no diversions or distractions whatsoever. No need (or ability) to eat or sleep. Rendered incapable of having a psychotic break that would at least give me hallucinations for company. Fully aware and conscious forever.
Even if you stuck me in a cell with something I hate or fear, eternity would probably be enough time to become desensitized to it. Ultimately, after a few years, the worst thing would be nothing.
A Summer Day
I'm a cashier in an overcrowded store. The customers are -ssholes and the computer is slow. I'm wearing -ss shorts but I didn't shave my legs up high enough so there's like three inches of hair showing beneath the shorts. My lips are peeling and my hat is too small for my head. I know it's almost break time but break time never comes.
A quiet room with my favorite book. The room is completely silent except for one person eating yogurt right beside me.
When You're Here, You're Contained.
It would be a little place called "The Container Store".
I would walk in with my girlfriend, and she would immediately disappear into one of the aisles. I would text her, but she would never answer. I'll be left there, alone, staring at Tupperware containers and garbage cans by myself for all eternity.
Oh God, Just End It
100+ degrees F with 99% humidity. kittens, but dying every five minutes. people constantly mocking me and laughing behind my back. all set to easy-listening music on a continuous loop.
Sartre Would Be Proud
I would be the host of a party in a house I've never seen. None of the proper arrangements would be made, so no food, drinks, or entertainment, and I would be expected to provide all of them. On top of all this, I wouldn't know any of the guests, yet each one of them would know me and try to make conversation and get offended when I don't know details about their lives.
In short, hell is other people.
A Life In Molasses
I'm extremely hungover and am in a supermarket with florescent lighting, too many middle aged women and men with too many screaming kids running around, and they have nothing on my list.
I'm thirsty but everyone I turn into an isle looking for water all I'm faced with is a special on whatever I was drinking the night before, fish, or cleaning supplies where people have been spray testing the most potent air fresheners.
I dressed for the cold but it's not as cold as I though, the lights get steadily brighter, the children louder, and the adults more obnoxious. They've no trollies so I'm carrying a basket filled with a heavy bag of potatoes.
I was a grunt in the Marines and as you can imagine there was a lot of hiking going on. And when you train in Southern California, they make you hike up some mountains. It was a unique experience and I never had trouble keeping up, but god damn I hated it. Some of the most miserable hours of my life were climbing up a mountain in the middle of summer in full combat gear while humping around a 60 pound pack. If I had my own special hell, it would be climbing a mountain eternally. I can't believe some people do that shit for fun, haha.
She's A Brick
I'm trapped in a room in which the walls and floors are covered in thousands of centipedes, the only safe heaven from the centipede onslaught is a single toilet placed in the middle of the room.
Because I'm in hell I am doomed to suffer, the centipedes continuously bite and tear my flesh as I try and make it to the toilet seat. Whenever I die due to the centipede's venom I am reborn farther away from the toilet seat.
After centuries of trying I finally make it to the toilet, I sit on the porcelain throne finally safe from the centipedes only to find out that the seat is warm.
As I cry "Brick House" by the Commodores begins to play.
Eyes In The Darkness
I would be left alone, in a room, by myself, with nothing to do. Except I would always know at least 2 people where watching and judging me. Also, I would have some kind of collar or something that constantly put weight on the back of my neck, that makes me super uncomfortable for some reason.
Fiery Hell With Ice Breakers
The first day of the semester when the professor tells you to introduce yourself or to tell something interesting about yourself.
I'm waiting to get off an airplane. People keep gathering their stuff and getting ready, making crappy jokes, looking impatient.
But we never actually leave.
Everyone chews with their mouth open all the time and people in conversation make bad jokes loudly so other people around them can hear and then look around to see who's laughing
Texts To Lucifer
Everyone I know is mad at me and I keep trying to apologize through text but they never respond back and I know every time I hit enter again, it just makes me look a little worse. The anxiety does not end, for eternity.
I'm trapped in a glass cage. Outside the cage are hundreds of corgis that I can't pet. They keep rolling, trying to get me to pet them. They keep getting more and more cute every hour I can't pet them.
My High School Experience
I'm trapped in a room of 15 year old theater geeks. They're all singing songs from musicals and think it's funny and interesting to break out into off-key song. It never ends. help. Everyone knows Hamilton. For the love of god, just pick a new musical.
Given that you cannot die in hell I would imagine my eternity would be spent in horribly gruesome scenarios. Particularly my head would be separated from my body and put into a steel case with spikes on the inside then spiders and scorpions not affected by flames would be poured into my head case to sting me forever. My head case would be thrown into a lava pit. Meanwhile my body would be subjected to various impossible tortures like a being stabbed with a knife that lives inside of me.
The only thing I never understood about hell is how can it use physical pain to punish me when I am already dead. To me hell would be something worse than physical pain and in fact emotional pain. Hell is after all an absence of God so I imagine that it would be something along the lines of never being able to feel love. I would only be able to experience sorrow, hate, anger, and despair for the rest of time. If this is true then why would I need to be in a physical place? Couldn't hell for me just be reliving all of the times I felt those emotions on Earth? Wouldn't it be me hurting the people I loved on earth over and over forever? Every time someone hurt me is the experience that would most likely be hell.
An infinite department of motor vehicles with no exit. It would have exclusively post-90s pop music playing, only keurig coffee and nothing to eat but risotto.
The smell of cheap air freshener would hang heavy in the air, and you would be forced to listen hourly to one of the other inhabitants drone at you about what forms you need to fill out to enact a change in tag or title but theres no pen or pencil anywhere.
There would be a unbreakable glass wall with people outside smoking joints and cigarettes enjoying a beautiful sunny day. You are only allowed to look at them longingly for no more than ten minutes a day, as stated in department regulation 225-379.6
Everything is white styrofoam. It screeches when you move as styrofoam rubs styrofoam. Little bits of it break off, floating into the air. You're breathing it in. Tiny fragments of styrofoam are filling your lungs, but you can't die. Nevermind that it's blindingly bright, because there's a piece of styro in your eye and some under your fingernails. A styrofoam devil gleeful rubs his styrofoam hands together in a cacophony of squeaks and screams. For all eternity, the shit doesn't decay, except breaking into smaller pieces of styrofoam.
C'est Les Autres
INT. A SUBWAY CAR
A young man is slumped in one of the window seats in a subway car. This is STEVE. He appears to groggily wake up from a nap, look around, and then sit upright as though startled.
STEVE: Whoa, where am I?!
Steve starts to rise from his seat, but notices that the one next to him is occupied by a very large WOMAN in a floral dress. The woman pulls a hard candy from her purse, fumbles in extracting it from its crinkling wrapper, then puts it in her mouth and audibly sucks.
STEVE: (CONT'D) Excuse me, can I just...
ALAN: (O.S.) Don't bother, man.
Steve turns to look behind him, where he sees another young man in a similar predicament. This is ALAN, whose shoulder is being used as a pillow by an ancient Asian MAN.
ALAN: She won't move. She has bad knees.
STEVE: Yeah, that's great. Where is this train going?
ALAN: (Shrugging) Who knows? Heaven, maybe? Valhalla? Maybe it just goes nowhere.
STEVE: What are you talking about?
Alan gestures out the window. Nothing can be seen beyond it but darkness.
ALAN: You're dead, man. This is the afterlife.
STEVE: (Scoffing) The afterlife is a subway car?
ALAN: Yep. Purgatory, from the looks of things.
STEVE: Right, so, you're insane. Got it.
Steve yanks on the cord to request a stop. Nothing happens. He pulls on it several more times.
WOMAN: Please stop jostling me. I have bad knees.
The woman gives Steve a disapproving look, then turns to face forward again. The sound of her sucking on her candy remains audible. From elsewhere in the car, someone loudly sniffs.
ALAN: Look, I know it sounds crazy.
STEVE: Do you hear yourself? How can this be purgatory?
ALAN: Think about it, man. Purgatory is the place where you atone for your sins before reaching your final destination. As metaphors go, a subway car seems appropriate.
STEVE: I'm an atheist.
ALAN: Alright, so, maybe it's a loading screen.
STEVE: ... What?
ALAN: You've heard the theory that the universe is a simulation, right? Maybe this is what brings your code to the next area.
STEVE: Shouldn't we be in a bus, then?
A door opens near the back of the subway car, and a TICKET COLLECTOR walks in.
ALAN: Oh, hey, look! Here's proof. Just wait.
The ticket collector walks through the car, murmuring to each of the occupants before moving on. When he finally reaches Alan's seat, he gently shakes the man sleeping on Alan's shoulder.
COLLECTOR: Ticket check.
COLLECTOR: Ticket check.
The man clears loudly clears his throat, then lies back down on Alan's shoulder. He smacks his lips several times.
COLLECTOR: (To Alan) Ticket check.
ALAN: I still don't have a ticket.
COLLECTOR: I am very disappointed in you.
ALAN: Just like you were last time.
The ticket collector moves forward and addresses the woman in the floral dress.
COLLECTOR: Ticket check.
WOMAN: I don't see why I should have to show you my ticket.
COLLECTOR: I need to check its validity.
WOMAN: This is harassment. You're only checking my ticket because you think a single woman is an easy target.
STEVE: What are you talking about? He literally...
Steve is interrupted by Alan's hand on his shoulder.
ALAN: (Interrupting) No, man, don't do it. You'll only make things worse.
WOMAN: I'll be filing a complaint with your superiors.
The woman slurps on her hard candy. The ticket collector turns his attention to Steve.
COLLECTOR: Ticket check.
STEVE: Listen, I don't know how I got here, but I'm not supposed to be on this train.
COLLECTOR: I still need to see your ticket.
Steve hurriedly checks each of his pockets.
WOMAN: Stop jostling me! I have bad knees!
STEVE: Sorry! I'm just looking for my ticket.
The man lying on Alan's shoulder starts loudly coughing. Another sniff becomes audible from elsewhere in the car.
COLLECTOR: Do you have your ticket, sir?
STEVE: I don't know! Where are we even going?
WOMAN: Stop shouting in my ear. I have bad knees.
STEVE: What does that have to do with anything?!
WOMAN: (Gasping) Are you threatening me?
STEVE: What? No! I just...
WOMAN: (Interrupting) I'll report you for assault!
COLLECTOR: Do you have your ticket, sir?
STEVE: Just hold on for a second!
WOMAN: (To the collector) Arrest him!
ALAN: Convinced yet?
STEVE: Ugh! Look, just come back to me. I'll try to find my ticket.
The ticket collector moves on. The woman opens another hard candy and starts sucking on it. Someone sniffs. The man lying on Alan coughs and smacks his lips. Alan starts humming. Steve closes his eyes and takes several deep breaths.
COLLECTOR: (O.S.) Ticket check.
IDIOT: (O.S.) Did you know that you eat eight spiders in your sleep every year?
COLLECTOR: (O.S.) That's an interesting fact.
IDIOT: (O.S.) It's part of the reason that vaccines cause autism. The mercury reacts with the spider venom.
COLLECTOR: (O.S.) I never knew that.
Steve opens his eyes.
STEVE: I'm in Hell. That's what this is.
Steve turns back to look at Alan.
ALAN: (CONT'D) At worst, you're in Heck.
ALAN: The place itself isn't so bad.
Alan leans back in his seat and puts his knees up behind Steve's head. All of the noises in the car become more and more audible.
ALAN: (CONT'D) Hell is other people.
We are all good at something however, some talents are a bit more obscure than others, or perhaps your talent isn't something that easily comes up in conversation. I have almost oddly successful thrifting and sale trips. My designer dress? Got it for a small fraction of the price. I've literally had multiple people ask if I could take them shopping to help them find stuff like I do.
It's fun and who wants t spend $500 on a dress when you can find it for $80, it's like a game. It's a weird skill but handy nonetheless. Whatever the case may be for you we want to hear what hidden skills you've got.
Redditor Sacrificial-Toenail asked the Reddit community:
“What's something you're good at but don't get to brag about much?"
The responses went from school band to some interesting natural talents.
Deserved a raise...
“Worked fedex ground for a few months a couple years ago. Was the youngest, and they had me loading 3 trucks (one of them was a semi literally fully loaded every single day). Sometimes I would have a 2nd guy helping me on that truck only. Sometimes.”
“Consistently #1 every week, and never had a mistake on any of my trucks, to the point that my drivers would tip me or buy me breakfast almost everyday. They kept me at 11.75 3am-9am the entire time and never once talked about any kind of raise. Had me in the best shape of my life, but f**k fedex lol.” xXregularShmegluarXx
No one wants to sound pretentious...
“I have a very well-developed musical ear. I can point out just about any detail you can ask about if I hear it, and I can replicate most songs I hear on the piano. Can't really brag about it since I feel like it just comes out sounding pretentious.” mysterioso7
They left her a raving review...
“Cleaning. I'm so good, I started my own home cleaning business (I'm a one man show) and in almost five years, have never needed to advertise. All of my clients have come to me by word of mouth.”
“I'm currently off due to a hand injury that is looking like it'll need surgery to fix and today, actually, one of my clients texted me to let me know she hired a different cleaning company temporarily while I'm out.” BustAMove_13
“"I can play the Tuba and Euphonium...”
“I can play the Tuba and Euphonium, and pretty well at that. I don't really get to play much since graduating from HS, but it's still a relatively rare ability, especially in this country where school bands are not as common as they seem to be in the USA.” NyanNyanNo
Moms everywhere would hire you.
“I'm really really good at soothing babies. Getting them to calm down. Most of my friends don't have kids. But my wife remarks on it any time I get the chance. Bit of a baby whisperer.” WhiteTshirtDad
All around the world...Bill Nye Spinning GIF by NikeGiphy
“I've vomited (from sickness) in 5 out of the 7 continents. It's my proudest achievement. Im not sure if that makes my life uneventful or my accomplishment is amazing... Probably the former.” Cute-Explorer-1653
wobbly-wobbly timely-wimey stuff...
“I never have a watch on me and don't really look at my phone much… but I can always tell the exact time of day within about five minutes every single time.”
“In all my years of people asking what time it is not even my close friends have noticed that I can do it without looking at a phone/clock/watch, I just know it in my head. Other than that i'm helplessly stupid.” Qav
Faking they can see...
“I am blind, and I've gotten really good at faking like I can see. My eyes don't look blind, and I can make eye contact and have great spacial orientation. Can't brag about it, because a lot of people think I'm faking. I am able to access read it on my phone by using voiceover, a built-in screen reading software on every iPhone.”
“You can find it by going to your settings > accessibility > voiceover. You can also tell Siri to turn on voiceover. Turn it off by doing the same thing. Also, I know I am making eye contact with people because I am always asked if I'm really blind because I don't look blind.” Dapper-Angle8778
A little extra flexible.
“Im an over 400 pound man that can do a split.” MarquisDeSarc
“...to my surprise the muscle memory is pretty much still there.”
“In high-school I did Colorgaurd and Wintergaurd, which is essentially dance mixed with equipment work. It's quite a bit of fun and, though I'm no dancer, I was always pretty good with the flag and rifle in particular. I recently acquired a rifle again, and to my surprise the muscle memory is pretty much still there. I'm no professional, but I can still do some pretty impressive tosses.” Skyaboo-
Indulge in the skills and hbbiesthat make you happy and often you will find that you are good at them
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Have you ever worked a job that was super toxic? Like the type where you hated going into work, and the threat of being fired at any second was always looming over your head? I have, and it sucks. I worked for a florist, and I got fired for throwing up at work after a bad reaction from medication. That sucked.
Clearly, I'm not the only one this has happened to. Bad jobs are a universal struggle, and getting fired for dumb reasons happens all the time. Lois_is_whatever asked:
People who got fired for the stupidest reason, what happened?
Retail jobs can be very fickle. That’s why these former employees left on unsteady terms.
This is so shady.
“Worked at Best Buy in the mid 90s when I was 16. I worked selling computers, and was pretty good at it. We also sold things like memory, and hard drives that were behind lock and key. Part of our job was to take the tagged inventory from the trucks, and put it on the shelves. This included said memory.
So I close one night, put away all the new inventory, lock it up, and hand the keys to the manager. They do their checks of our department and we leave for the night. Next day I'm scheduled, I go in and the loss prevention manager said he has me on video stealing memory. I laughed and said, show me the video. Well I'm somewhat tall, red hair, and white. The video he shows me has an older, very short, white guy with a shaved head. He told me that it was me, and that I was fired, and only showed me the video once, and immediately turned off the monitor.
Being 16, I didn't know any better, said some things on my way out, like f*ck you, f*ck this place, and the like, and I left. Turns out the loss prevention guy, and his son were stealing for years to the tune over $250,000 and the guy on the video he showed me was his son. Anytime problems popped up of missing inventory, they just fired a random person to keep the attention away from themselves. When police arrested them, their house was loaded with televisions, computers, everything from the store.
TL;DR fired for stealing when the video was of the loss prevention manager's son stealing."
When employers can’t take responsibility for their own mistakes.schitts creek comedy GIF by CBCGiphy
"This would have been one of my first jobs that I didn't even get a chance to start.
I applied to be a deckhand on a local ferry. Went through unpaid training as part of the interview process. First aid, CPR, crisis management, safety policy whatnots. All group interviews. Anyway, I got the job after about a week. I also got my offer in writing with the expected start date. That was going to be a Tuesday two weeks later (and I remember this detail because it went to sh!t.) I accept and sign and take my copy.
I was thrilled. I was going to be on the water and making money for the summer. My friends were hanging out down by the water when I left the interview so I went and told them all about it and the start date, etc. Again, cementing that start date in my mind so I was ready.
The following week, a week before I was supposed to start, I got a call from the office asking where I was. "We expected you to be here an hour ago", and so on.
I asked them to check the offer that I had signed because I was never told that my start date had changed. I mean, I was available and explained that I'd be happy to come down right away but I hadn't known of any changes. They checked, agreed that they had made the mistake, and then told me that, nevertheless, a miscommunication this early on was a bad sign and they would not be hiring me.
So I was 'let go' because someone put down the wrong date."
That’s definitely not what they said.
“During my senior year in high school, I was working at McDonald's, it was right after Christmas and we were really busy. I'd been there 4 hours, had 2 to go, was supposed to get a 30 minute break, since we'd slowed down I asked if I could have a break. The shift manager said no one was getting breaks. I said "thanks a lot', she told the assistant manager (pretty sure they were sleeping together) that I told her to f*ck off. He fired me on the spot. Wouldn't even let me give my side of the story.
A week later I was working at Jack in the Box. Was a shift manager in 6 months, did that through a couple years of college, dropped out (never wanted to go anyway) and moved up to assistant manager and then a couple years later, general manager. I remembered how I was treated at McDonald's and made sure I treated my employees well. Had the 3rd lowest turnover rate in a 95 restaurant region, had the second highest average hourly pay...and #2 in profit improvement. Take care of your people and they'll do the same for you."
It’s almost as if some jobs want 100% loyalty, despite the fact that their employees have a life of their own.
“Job before family”? Really?
“I was driving cars for a shady dealer. (Under the table while I was laid off from my real job) Got a call that my uncle had attempted suicide and was in a psychiatric ward in a local hospital and wouldn't talk to anybody else but me.
Told boss I had to roll. He said something like; "Your job comes before family. If you leave, don't come back."
I left. The next morning he called and asked me why I wasn't at work. I hung up on him.”
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“I took a job with a movie theater in high school, only accepted the job because they promised me a set schedule. Me and another coworker worked it out where one of us was always on shift. About a month after I started, they handed me a new schedule starting at 2pm. I was in class until 3. Told them no. Got fired for my lack of commitment to the theater.”
God forbid they drink water.
“My wife got fired once for giving a high level donor (she worked for an art gallery) a bottle of water at a big dinner and art auction. Her boss had insisted that there be no water at the event, but when the donor asked for water, my wife went and found some d*mn water. Boss found out and fired her the next day for insubordination.”
It’s important to remember that if you get fired for a dumb reason, you probably wouldn’t want to work there anyway.
Thanks a lot, mom.
“My first job ever was as a dish washer. I was so proud. I was 18. Of course, my parents didn’t believe me so my mom called them and asked them if it was true.
They fired me that night because they felt I was unreliable. I have yet to let my folks live that one down...”
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“Got fired from a public library for taking TWO carts to collect books from the outside Dropbox instead of ONE. The past few times I emptied the dropbox on a Monday it required two trips, So I brought two carts instead.
It turns out the matter of how many carts were used in emptying the dropbox was a matter of a library board vote and I was in violation of a town ordinance.
Mind you, I wasn't fired. I was placed on paid administrative leave pending a library board inquiry at which I was welcome to call witnesses. I couldn't keep a straight face, so I resigned.”
What happens on break, stays on break.
“I was fired for playing solitaire on my 15 min break when I was working as a receptionist. The doctor who owned the clinic was dumb enough to put that as the reason in my termination letter. I collected unemployment after he tried to appeal it. They explained in great detail how stupid of a reason this was for termination.”
Let the man retire.
“Guy preparing to retire, who had been training me to take over his job for the past 7 months, felt I was ready to take over completely.
Boss was afraid to lose 30+ years of experience and fired me to keep the old guy for a little longer.
From what I understand there was a pretty big fight. Old guy was a wonderful reference for me with the new job I obtained, with a 20k+ pay raise, and begrudgingly agreed to stay on for another year.”
Like I said, jobs that pull this kind of stuff are not jobs you want to work for. Good jobs are out there- you just gotta find them.
And to the bosses listed in this article- maybe stop being so shady? Just a suggestion.
According to one misguided interpretation of The Clown Prince of Crime: "We live in a society."
What's something that people glamourize but it's actually just extremely toxic?
Just when you think you're doing something with a positive impact on someone's life, turns out you've gone and made the wrong decision.
Be Selective With Whom You Tell This To
"Be yourself", "You're perfect just the way you are", and "Never let anyone change you" are double edged swords that enable horrible people to justify continuing to be horrible or continue destructive behaviors that harm themselves or the people around them."
"Sometimes people need to change."
"It's also a cheap way out of growing yourself."
"I like 'be the person you want to be' much more than 'be yourself'. It recognizes that yeah, we each have our own shortcomings, and we shouldn't just accept every single bad trait, but at the same time, we can also accept ourselves knowing that were taking steps towards improvement."
"Especially when it comes to dating, you often get the advice that 'hey, just be yourself and talk to her/him'. That isn't really helpful if someone's 'self' is an awkward, nervous wreck. I think that telling someone to just accept who they are and their feelings in the moment is far better advice, because it recognizes the problem, and the fact that it's natural to be a bit on edge in that situation."
"Creates the sort of people sharing memes like "if you can't handle me at my doodliest, you don't deserve me at my diddliest"
Treat Them Like Who They Are: People
"Treating disabled people as if they were there just to inspire non-disabled people. Just let them be, it's not their job to inspire you"
"As a disabled person, I've lost count of the amount of times I've been called "inspirational" purely for still existing. Like, I'm just alive, I've done nothing spectacular."
Developing a misguided work ethic can come without much self-input. If you're working on a team, surrounded by people chasing that "hustle," then odds are you're going to be staying late, working overtime, and ignoring the people you have waiting for you at home.
Completely Devoted To A "Company"
"Working long hours"
"I worked for a manager once who, while bragging about his dedication to the company, proudly declared that he hadn't spent Thanksgiving with his family in 11 years. Sorry, dude. That's not something to be proud of."
"Adding to that, misplaced loyalty to a company."
"I had a part time job at Tesco's once as a student (supermarket chain in the UK). This particular branch was a Tesco Express, which is very small like a corner shop or bodega."
"The manager was a horrible woman in her 50s called Andrea who would try and boast how she had been working at Tesco since she was 16, she seriously saw herself as a huge success because she'd gone from a shelf stacker to manager over a period of 30 years."
"I would have felt a little sorry for her if she wasn't such a total B*TCH all the bloody time."
Killing Yourself For The "Hustle"
"Working overtime on a daily basis."
"I see this a lot with new hires, who think that working themselves to death will impress the company and help them advance."
"Too many good people have burned out on lack of sleep, rest, and too many energy drinks, just to try to impress an uncaring boss."
"Sadly, so many of them don't listen."
Get Those Late Hours, Bro
"Being sleep deprived"
"Just had a conversation today with a colleague about how the worst thing you can do to yourself is deprive your body a good night rest. He looked at me like a grew a 2nd head when I informed him I prioritize at least 8-9 hours of sleep daily."
This has already proved to be a big issue with the inexperienced-in-love group. When you don't have proper guidance, or gentle experiences, most your knowledge about being a relationship can come from movies.
Which isn't great.
Screams Loud And Clear
"People that describe their relationship as "when it's bad it's bad, but when it's good it's like nothing you've ever known" (or some variation of this). Like nahhh, that screams abusive to me."
"That's called a trauma bond"
Don't Burn The Ones You Love For 'Likes'
"Tiktok trends that challenge or test trust in relationships. It's not funny or cool to mess with someone's feelings and trust just for more views."
"If a girl locked me outside the car and started threatening to go through my phone(a trend right now), I would pretend to be okay with it, let her do the snooping to clear her pretenses, then immediately break up with her. If my affirmation is not enough for you, either our trust or your insecurities are not ready for a relationship."
I Love You Debt MUCH
"Huge weddings you can't afford"
"I honestly hate that too! Bride and groom are left broke, and both the families are showing off photos of the reception"
"I only have one thing I tell people when they get engaged : Don't get a loan."
"Everytime they've laughed in my face but then, six months down the line I can see they're deep in the fog and think three grand on an expense for one day "isn't such a bad deal! It has to be perfect!"
"Don't start your marriage in debt for the wedding."
All Together: "No Means No."
"Pursuing a romantic interest after they've turned you down"
"THIS. I was on a discord server during quarantine where amongst many other great people I got to know this guy who took an interest in me, I didn't take an interest in him though so I turned him down. At that time I didn't know yet that before we started talking he started being really interested in another girl who turned him down as well."
"After I turned him down dude started getting obsessed over her again, tried "wooing" her all the time even though she explicitly told him she doesn't want to have any contact with him several times and blocked him on every form of social media. The cherry on top was when several months later he randomly sent flowers to her house on another continent WITHOUT HER EVEN KNOWING HE HAS HER ADDRESS. She told us and someone gave him so much sh-t for that and he just wouldn't see how wrong and creepy that was."
"That was just a fraction of the sh-t he did btw but let's just say I'm pretty glad I didn't start a relationship with him. Real life is not a movie people. When someone tells you to leave them alone leave them the frick alone."
Be aware of what you're doing. Think through your actions. Be considerate of how what you do impacts others.
You know, kindness.
There are creepers in our midst. Sometimes, they are the most unassuming types.
Lone straphangers on a semi-crowded subway are a dime-a-dozen, and they seem to mind their own business.
But when you notice out of your peripheral a person staring at you and grabbing their crotch, well, it's time to either get off at the next stop or move to another car.
Yeah, it happens.
"What's the creepiest thing you caught someone doing?"
How well do you know your friends? These Redditors wished they could unlearn some things while others realized it's been too long since they've last seen acquaintances from the past.
When I was 13, I went to a friends house. He put his dog under his bed covers and made the dog lick his nipples repeatedly."
."...needless to say, I didn't go back to his house again."
"When we were about 18 years old my friend Rich was telling me he was being followed by a strange dude with long hair, beard and mustache. He said he would turn around and see the guy following him from a distance. At night Rich would look out his front window and see the guy standing in the middle of the road staring at his house. 2 weeks later we finished up our band practice in our lead guitarist's back yard and Rich left to put his amp in his car. A few moments later Rich came running back terrified saying the bearded guy was out front and that he was coming through the gate to the backyard. I saw the creep come in and he asked 'Rich?' a few times. Rich asked who he was and he said 'Doug.' They had been schoolmates but Doug had moved away for a few years and grew his hair long. Rich asked him why he didn't say anything earlier and Doug said he was nervous about approaching Rich because he wasn't sure it was him. So he just stalked him for 2 weeks and Rich was terrified the entire time."
Lurkers and stalkers are unnerving, but these creeps have gone way too far.
Malicious Bar Patron
"I watched a guy ghost up to the bar while I was drinking with friends, drop something into a girls drink and fade back into the crowd. Super stealthy and if I hadn't been looking down at the bar I wouldn't have caught it."
"Notified the bartender, and the girl. He exchanged the drink, no questions, the bouncer asked me some questions about the guy, and I never found out how it ended up. Scary how fast it happened."
"I was in bed lounging around in my former boyfriends house (who lived with his parents at the time), and I heard a knock. I ignored it because I was too sleepy to care. Then I heard the door open a crack."
"Maybe it was instinct, but I knew I was being stared at. I opened one of my eyes slightly and saw my boyfriend's dad peeking at me through the crack in the door."
"We locked gazes and he scurried off, awkwardly."
"I never returned to that house again, and never told anyone."
"Ok, nobody is going to believe this, but I swear on my life, in roughly 1990, on a greyhound bus, I saw an old lady unwrap and eat a condom. It haunts me to this day…"
Some people are neighborly by nature. But there ought to be limitations.
Neighbor At The Loo
"Once I was taking a sh*t in a public restroom and heard weird noises, so I looked under the stall to check the feet of the dude next to me. I'm not sure why, I just did it to be safe. Turns out the dude next to me was checking at the exact same time I was. It was so f'king awkward as we made eye contact nearly upside down by our underwear. I guess it was weird for both of us."
"My neighbor stands in the backyard and stares through my windows. She also stands outside my apartment door and occasionally follows me into town and into stores."
"She's a well known creep in town but nothing can be done really because that's as far as she ever takes it also, my state doesnt have great stalking laws so the police can't touch her either."
You would think crowded subways would be places for creeps to avoid doing their pervy things. But being caught must be an added thrill for such offenders.
A friend of mine was literally groped by a strap hanger as she and I boarded the packed subway car.
She yelled directly, at him, "Did you just grab my A**???"
The non-reactive not-so-gentleman just stood there as every passenger glared at him for his ride of shame.
Although we doubted he needed to get off at the next stop, it was good to see him haul his own a** off the train.
Creeps, beware. You never know who won't put up with your handsy proclivities.