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Back when I was 7 years old, my father bought me a scooter for Christmas. This was one of the old scooters from the 1980s that had the small bicycle tires. It was black with white tires and a white footboard with red paint splatters. I loved riding that thing. Kids all over the neighborhood had them.

When I was 8 years old, I decided to go for a ride after school. So I came home from Catholic school and I changed out of my uniform into a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt. I went back outside, grabbed the scooter and started pushing myself up the street. I made the corner at the next street and started going downhill. When I got to the bottom of the street, a friend of mine was in his driveway and said "hi." I turned his way and said "hey, how are you doing?" I turned around to the road and WHAM!!

All I saw was a blur of a red Oldsmobile as it crossed the intersection. I slammed right into the side at the driver's door. I fell over and the rear tire ran over the front forks and my knee. I rolled around on the asphalt and got road rash all over me and I ripped open the right side of my chest. When I finally stopped, I was laying on my back in the middle of the road. I was dazed and thinking "WTF just happened?" Then the pain finally hit me and I screamed so loud, the entire neighborhood came running.

Everyone crowded around me and four people picked me up and laid me down in the grass. I heard someone say "call an ambulance." I shouted "NO! JUST GET ME SOME BAND-AIDS! I'LL BE ALRIGHT!" Another person knew who I was and ran to get my sister. When she got there, the fire department and police had shown up, but the ambulance actually missed the turn onto the street I was on. They had to turn around to get me.

I was in the hospital for hours. They had to x-ray my knee, chest and hand because I also sprained my thumb. My mother got the message when she got home from work and rushed up there. My oldest sister was at her boyfriend's house which was close to the hospital so she came over too. I was really scared but I knew I was okay as long as they were there. The doctor came in when the x-rays were ready and surprisingly, I didn't break anything. My knee was very badly sprained and I couldn't walk well for 2 weeks. I also got 7 stitches in my chest and couldn't go back to school. All sorts of get well soon cards, flowers and balloons were being delivered to me for the next couple days, even the driver of the car sent some things. She was so afraid she may have killed me when the accident happened. To this day, I still have a permanent limp on that leg.

So one time my friend had a really old flip phone that stopped working. It wouldn’t work at all so we decided to do the only logical thing at that age, we decided to smash it on the sidewalk. Clearly we hadn’t thought it through that much because it didn’t go too well. At first it was all fun and games but then the glass started shattering. After that it didn’t take long for us to accidentally step in the glass. I got a decent sized piece in my foot. I was able to get it out but I had a scar there for a while.

one time, i was at the dollar store, and someone went to go pay for their stuff. that person had a bunch of potatoes in their cart. the cashier looked so confused and told the man that they didn't sell potatoes at the dollar store. that was funny.

I called out sick from work today because I had a lot of things I need to do. I have plenty of sick time so it wasn't a problem. I got driving around 10 am and was running around trying to sell some things that I can't take with me when I move at the end of the year.

Across from my job is a Game Stop and I sold some old games for $20. When I was leaving, I drove by the Lowe's I work at and there were police blockading and surrounding the building. My phone rang and it was my roommate. He was watching it live on Facebook. There was a high-speed chase of two armed men that ran into Lowe's. The local police and county sheriffs were all over it.

I got in contact with one of my co-workers after I dropped her a text when it was all going on. One actually slipped away when they evacuated the building but they did catch one of them. I may have missed a good show, but at least I was safe. I feel bad for what everyone there had to deal with it.

Last week, I was having a yard sale on Sunday. So Saturday, I was running around getting things ready for it. I had to pick up a couple of tables, buy a cash box and break $100 into smaller bills.

After I got the tables and box, I was still having trouble breaking down the money into change and had to go different places to do it. I pulled into a grocery store plaza and saw a homeless, pregnant women sitting there with a sign. She looked like she was about 7 months pregnant. Seeing her like that gave me a feeling like a knife turning in my heart.

After I finally got the change I needed, I went to leave. She was still there and I couldn't sit by and do nothing. I drove back to the house and went to the refrigerator. I had a steak I cooked a night before and put it in the microwave. I grabbed a plastic bag and put in a package of cookies, some jerky and cheese sticks and a 2 litre of soda. When the microwave was done, I took it and put it in a plastic container and covered it with tinfoil. I found a plastic fork and knife and threw them in the bag too.

I drove back to the grocery store and she was still there. I parked my truck and whistled to her. She got up and walked over to my truck. I gave her the food and her face lit up with a huge smile. She looked like she was almost going to cry. While I was there, the phone rang. It was the bishop of my church. He had food boxes to give to the needy. I asked her if she would like one and she said yes.

So I drove over to the church and picked up 5 boxes. I drove back to the store, gave her a box and took the other 4 to my apartment complex and distributed them among some of the other tenants that could use the help. This gave me such a good feeling after. Almost like a weight had been lifted off my chest.

A few weeks ago, I took a 15 minute break to have a cigarette during my shift. I went out to my truck and smoked a cigarette while fooling around on Reddit. All of a sudden I started hearing a man and a woman screaming at each other. I looked up from my phone and driving through the parking lot was a white pickup with a man standing in the bed of the truck, pounding on the roof. The woman was driving and slammed on the brakes, almost making him fly over the cab of the truck. She yelled "GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY TRUCK!!" He went to jump over the side and she started driving again before his feet hit the ground. He went chasing after the truck and threw a soda bottle at it. He missed and ended up hitting another employee's vehicle.

She parked in front of the lumber department and he kept running back and forth to the entrance of the store and the truck. Both of them were still arguing and I heard him saying something in regards to her having all his clothes and belongings and calling the police. Be it that this is Arizona and shootings are rather common here, I called them while watching.

After I finished talking to the dispatcher, a gold pickup truck pulled up next to the white one with another woman in it. The guy started arguing with both of them and now the women got out of their vehicles. As the guy walked back to the store, the two women switched trucks, took off in separate directions and the guy took off again chasing the white truck.

A minute later and the police showed up. Since they had already left, I had to give a description of the people and vehicles and explain what was going on. In all honesty, it was probably the most exciting 15 minute break I ever had at work.

I was to young to remember this but my mom has told me the story several times. When I was around 2-3 years old my mom took me to Walmart for the first time. She hadn’t taken me to Walmart before then because it was just to stressful I guess. As soon as we walked in my little child mind was blown. I started pointing at stuff and saying stuff like “ look and there’s clothes, and toys, and food.is dis a dream?” And the man nearby just started cracking up laughing.

Alright, so this is a true story. I was trying to think of a good one for my first post in this sub, and my husband suggested this one lol

For a bit of backstory here, I'm a 27 year old female (28 in February), and my now-husband (29), and I have been together for 13 years. We met and started dating on an art website, deviantART, when I was only 14, and maintained a mostly long distance relationship for 7 years before he moved to my state to live with me (he lived about 1,400 miles away). Just to clarify, we met in person under the supervision of our parents 2 years after we got together, then began to frequently alternate visiting one another until he officially moved in with me after he finished college in his home state. This is important to the story because the majority of our time spent with one another before we moved in together, was over the phone. We'd spend hours every day talking, and this "kitty apology" occurred during one of our phone calls.

As a quick note, we have a LOT of kitties. When I was a teenager, we actually had a problem with cat over-population. Luckily, with the help of a friend who is a part of PETA (yes, I know PETA is a controversial subject, but in our case, they were a life saver), we now have all of our current cats neutered and spayed (with the exception of one male, Prince, who has a heart murmur and is at high risk for heart failure if he were to be put under for the surgery). But, for a few years, when my dad was forced to retire on disability, we were in critical debt, and had yet to learn of PETA's free services to fix animals. It's been under control for a long time now, but we still have many of our fur babies that were born before we were able to fix them all.

The star of this story, Dana Marie "Squeaks", who is now the eldest of our cats (she turned 12 on October 22nd), was born in the very first litter of kittens we had.

Before I start the story itself, I'd like to paint you all a picture of what she's like. She is an extremely intelligent grey tabby, with incredibly large and beautiful "sea foam" green eyes, and the most vocal of all of our babies. She has actually picked up the ability to meow in a questioning way, and it's easy to decipher her mood/what she wants, just from the way she responds to us.

Dana had quite a few litters of kittens when she was young, and even after being spayed, she still took in kittens we would find abandoned outside, and nurture them like they were her own. She is the best mommy cat I've ever seen, even to this very day, as she still treats the other cats as her own, despite them being full grown. She is very obviously the Alpha of the house, and the other cats know this and all have a deep respect for her (well, most of them do at least lol).

We rarely call her by her original given name, "Dana", now, because she attached herself to my husband and claimed him as her 'familiar', and vice versa (this refers to an animal and a human with a strong spiritual bond/connection), and my husband would always call her by her nickname, "Squeaks". Therefore, she typically only responds to that name now lol.

The final thing to note, is that Squeaks is one of the absolute BEST mouse hunters we've ever had. She's slowed down a lot now in her older age, but in her prime, her mousing skills were unmatched. This trait of hers is what leads us into the story.

This took place about 8 or 9 years ago, when I was 18 or 19 I believe. Around this time period, Dana had a terrible habit of peeing on my bed if she was angry with me. She'd get mad when I'd put her out of my room; sometimes it would be because she knocked something over, other times I'd put her out at night if she was being too noisy. So, the next opportunity she'd have to come back in, she would take her "revenge", and urinate exclusively on my bed.

As a side note, I know that cats urinating like that can be a sign of illness, so I did take her to the vet after the first couple of incidents, thinking she was trying to tell me she was sick. But after visiting the vet 3 seperate times over this, and each time there was nothing wrong with her, even the vet agreed that she was either giving me an attitude, and/or marking my bed as her territory out of spite.

Of course, once I knew full well that her behavior wasn't a sick cry for help, I immediately began to kick her out whenever she'd do this. Sometimes she'd wait for me to leave the room, other times she'd straight up look me in the eye while I was there, and defiantly squat without breaking eye contact with me. I'd scold her, and then ban her from coming back in for at least a day or two.

After a while of this "terrible" and "unjust" punishment, as she probably saw it, Squeaks began to bring me a sort of an apology gift in an attempt to lessen her room ban time... These "gifts", were, of course, dead mice.

I'd always know when Dana had brought her apology to me. She'd stand outside my door, and belt out loud and proud meows, which had a distinct "RRROWWWLL" sound, instead of her usual squeaky meow. It would also sound muffled, as she would keep the mouse firmly locked in her jaws until I would open the door. She'd then saunter in with her prize, tail wisping high in the air, and set the dead mouse by my feet. After placing her offering before me, she'd sit and glance up at me, then back at the mouse, then at me again. Then, one final victorious meow would be directed at me, and I'd end up giving in and would lift the ban. Afterwards, the tabby would remain on good behavior for a week or two, until I made her mad again by temporarily putting her out, and the cycle would repeat.

I grew tired of this cycle, though the mouse apology was amusing, I'll admit. The peeing, not so much. So, finally, I put my foot down. Like clockwork, I found myself having to ban her from my room yet again for peeing on my bed, and this time, I hadn't budged when she brought a mouse to my door. I was determined to show her that her behavior was NOT okay, and that her apology gifts would no longer sway me. This had to stop.

On day two of the ban, as per usual, she had gone and found a mouse (she was an indoor/outdoor cat at the time, so no, not all of these mice were in my house lol). I denied her entry, and continued the ban. The third day rolls around. As expected, Dana went and found a mouse, and attempted to bribe me again. I praised her both days for catching the mice, but still, I refused to allow her into my room.

On the fourth day, she surprised me, and switched to a tactic she'd never used before.

I was on the phone with my now-husband, and I really needed to use the bathroom, but knew I'd be quick, so I told him I'd be back in a couple minutes, and I left the phone on top of the antique fold up writing desk that my dad kept in the hallway (I assume he's always kept it there to show it off to anyone who goes through that hall.)

The desk is positioned against the stairwell, and the bathroom is not far from the stairs, so while in the bathroom, I could faintly hear Dana belting out her signature "I caught a mouse for you!~" meow. I assumed she was at my door at the top of the stairs with her third offering to me. I had already decided that her ban would be lifted that night anyway, so her offering was just a bonus at that point.

I quickly finished up and left the restroom, heading back to grab the phone off the desk before going upstairs to allow Dana to enter my room, and clean up the "lovely" gift I figured would be dropped by my feet.

Instead, I spotted Dana standing on a middle stair, just above the desk. There was no mouse in her mouth, but she started up her prideful yelling again when she spotted me heading towards her. My attention was focused on looking up at her when I reached the desk, and I reached for the phone without looking down right away...

Just as my hand touched the phone, and I took my gaze off of my clever kitty finally, I looked down at the desk... And screamed.

I jumped back a couple feet as my scream echoed up the stairwell. I stood, staring dumbfoundedly at the desk, completely taken off guard. My husband was shouting for me over the phone, asking what was wrong and panicking after hearing my scream. I lurched forward, snatched the phone, and then burst out laughing as I brought the phone to my ear.

My husband, obviously confused and worried, asked what was wrong, and I told him through a shaky chuckle that I was okay.

"What happened?! Why did you scream?!" He asked again.

"Well," I responded, keeping my eyes on the desk's surface, "You know how Dana has been banned from my room for a few days now?"

"Yes...?"

"And how she tries to bribe me with dead mice when she's banned?"

"Yes...?"

I laughed again, as I watched Dana slink between the railings on the stairs, and perch herself on the desk where the phone had just been. She let out another victory meow as she looked down, then at me.

I patted her on the head, then said, "Well, she brought me another one... Only this time she left it on the hallway desk..." I eyed the mangled mouse on my dad's lovely antique, then continued, "... And it was just a few inches from the phone... I just almost grabbed the damn mouse instead of the phone..."

There was a brief silence on his end, then he started to laugh, and I broke into laughter again too. I was shaken up by such an unexpected and disgusting surprise that Squeaks had left for me by my phone, but amusement overrode the scare for the most part, especially since my little huntress was now pacing back and forth over therm rodent's body, and was meowing excitedly again and again.

My husband and I continued to share a laugh as I explained exactly what had happened. He had heard her meowing right into the phone before I got back, and knowing why and what she had been doing made the situation even funnier. It was adorable, in a morbid kind of way I guess lol

I pet Dana and praised her, went upstairs and opened my door for her, then told my husband that I'd call him back. After cleaning up the mouse and listening to my dad grumble about the mangled mess that had been on his nice antique desk, I went back to my room, cuddled up with my smart little Squeaky cat, and called my husband back.

Funny thing is, after that incident, Dana has rarely ever messed on my bed again. There have only been a handful of times she's done it since.

My husband and I still have a laugh about it every so often, and I'm glad he reminded me of this story to share with Reddit.

Currently, Dana is curled up with me as I type this out. 💖 Though she's retired from hunting these days, she's still sprightly and upbeat, and I hope she stays that way for many more years to come.

Thanks for reading!~ 😺

TL;DR: Kitty leaves a dead mouse as an apology right next to my phone, who had my now-husband on hold.

I have no idea why I remember this moment so distinctly but I thought that since I do I might as well tell it. So when I was 14, my dad was driving me to goalie training. It was just like normal but then when we were almost to the park I saw a iguana in the road. My dad tried to drive around it but this iguana must have had a death wish or something because it just ran right in front of the car. And then I heard a little rumble under the wheels. We had run it over. I have no idea why I remember this story so well.

one Saturday morning I woke up kind of late and everyone else was out except for my brother. We hadn't eaten yet, and we didn't feel like making breakfast, so I decided to bike to a nearby coffee shop and buy us breakfast burritos.

I biked to the coffee shop and got us the burritos as well as a coffee for myself. I was about to head back home when I realized I had nothing to carry the burritos. So I called my brother and asked him to meet me at the coffee shop with a backpack or something. I put the coffee in my bike's cupholder and started walking with the bike in one hand and the bag of burritos in the other to meet my brother somewhere in-between our house and the coffee shop.

But our house was on the opposite side of the road from the coffee shop, so I eventually saw him on his skateboard across the street at this big intersection. I pressed that one button that's on the traffic lights and we both sat down and waited for when I could cross. It was taking forever though. five minutes went by, and I was getting really impatient and mad. My brother could see it from across the street, and he started laughing. Another five minutes went by. My bike kept falling over and at one point my coffee spilled, and my brother thought that was hilarious.

I eventually realized that I had pressed the wrong button on the traffic light, and the crosswalk next to me kept turning green instead of the one in front of me. Once I finally realized that I was able to cross the street, where I met my brother at the other side, and we exchanged the burritos and had a good laugh. It took way too long, but we had finally secured the burritos.

So a long while back when I was in first grade we read the book No David. After we were done reading it we had to do this assignment where we told David not to do something. Most kids did something like “David don’t touch the vase” or something like that. But me being the weird child that I was decided to write “David don’t kill the president.” I’m pretty sure I though of this because my brother had recently told me about how Lincoln died but either way I ended up having to redo it and having to have a discussion with my parents about it.

From the 6th to 8th grade, I was in a boarding school for boys. Most of the other kids there were inner city youths from all the boroughs in NYC and the Metro Boston areas. Only a few of us, including myself came from the suburbs. On weekends, the school would take students to the mall, movies or other places for entertainment.

This particular Friday night, the school took us to the local highschool football game. I wasn't much for watching the game so I went walking around the field and found a playground. I figured I would just sit on a swing and relax and I could even see the game from there if anything interesting happened.

As I walked into the playground, I noticed 3 kids hanging out next to the fence smoking cigarettes. I had some change in my pocket and it was jingling pretty loud.

"Sounds like he has some money." One of them said.

Realizing their intentions, I began to back away. They ran from the fence at me as I tried to turn around and run. They knocked me down and all jumped on me, punching and kicking me while trying to get what I had in my pockets. I managed to get one punch to a kid's eye before getting one myself that sent my glasses flying.

"The fuck you think you doing?" I heard as they stopped hitting me and got up. My vision was blurry but I could make out 8 students from my school standing there coming to my aid. 6 of them took off after them when they bolted. Two of them helped me and gave me back my glasses, now broken. They began bringing me to the bleachers and we saw one of our students beating the shit out of one of the bullies on the field, bringing the game to a halt. The police rushed in and broke it up. They brought me up to the front of the crowd.

"He started it, officer." The bully said.

"Bullshit, look what him and his buddies did to our friend." The student said pointing to me.

"We'll get to the bottom of this, you're both under arrest."

Two officers arrested them, while another brought me to the paramedics on the field and took my story. They sent me to the hospital and had me checked out. I had a mild concussion, black eye and a bloody nose plus bruises on my legs and ribs but no broken bones. My glasses were completely broken

Once the bully found out that he was going to pay for my glasses and my visit to the hospital, he ratted out his friends. All of us had to go to court and when the judge heard the story of how it started out with 3 on 1 and my friend was just coming to help, they dropped the assault charge on him. The three of them were ordered to pay for the glasses and medical bills, plus were each given 50 hours of community service. I was glad I had those guys on my side.

There is a river I was walking along on a kind of path where it is clear when the water level is not higher than normal. It's not a long path, just a few hundred yards/meters with plants and you can see the river.

There were a few signs posted saying something like "Do not contact the river water, it is dangerous from sewage contamination from overflows from the waste treatment plant nearby". It didn't smell very good but I'm not from a place that ever has clean water so I don't know if it smelled worse than a normal river.

Anyway, I was walking along and there was a kind of old guy fishing from the river and he was catching a few fish. Maybe the fish were the kind people call Crappies, I'm not sure what those look like. But he was having a good enough time and had a bunch he could eat.

He was in a spot where he might not have seen the signs, so I told him the sign over around there says you aren't supposed to touch the water because of sewage contamination, so maybe the fish aren't safe to eat.

He got angry and told me I should mind my own business and leave him alone, he fishes there a lot. I felt about like he had hit me since I thought I might have been helping him from eating sewage. So I didn't say a word more, I just walked farther and let him catch his Crappie fish to eat.

Before I moved to Arizona, I used to live in Massachusetts. I spent 12 years working nights in a factory making automotive textiles. It was a very busy job and I made decent money for them.

My first year there, I caught onto the job very quickly and was on an extruder as the lead wind-up guy, in charge of the end of the machine. I had to drive a forklift, make sure all the weight and measurements of the materials were in spec for the customers (Toyota, GM, Ford, etc.) and train new employees.

One night, I had to run the trash down to the dumpster with the forklift. We had these large wheeled dump bins that we loaded with trash and drove to the dumpster. After I dumped my trash through the shredder and the compactor, I started driving back. The dumpster was on the other side of the building, pretty far from my machine. I didn't even get halfway there when I ran out of propane. I found a dolly, took the tank off the truck and wheeled it over to the PVC mixing department to get the keys for the propane storage from the department supervisor. I got a new tank, put it on the forklift and drove over to his department.

I parked my forklift next to a rack just to drop off the keys. The forklift operator there started yelling at me that I can't park there. He's looking at me, backing up with his forks all the way in the air. The boom of the forklift hit a large cooling pipe on the ceiling. The pipe burst and all this dirty, black water started flowing like Niagara Falls from above. Because of the chemicals used in the department, there's spill control bumps surrounding the department like speed bumps, so the water just pooled. I gave the keys back to the supervisor and there was already 3 inches of water on the floor. I got back on the forklift and I had zero traction. 4 other workers had to push the forklift from behind while I floored it. I finally got out and drove back to my department.

Because of the accident, 3 extruders had to shut down until they could replace the pipe, it took 4 hours to clean up the water and some of the batches of PVC ended up contaminated and had to be thrown out (batches can range from $1500 to $3000). What a mess.

I have always been able to see auras. I take this for granted and don’t usually notice the jumping field of energy that encompasses almost every object. I have been training myself to discern the colors of auras I see in order to aid my profession as a psychotherapist. It’s so helpful to see if a patient has a blue or yellow aura and most of all, it’s awesome to see it jump and grow when they are emotional about something they are talking about. I will continue to hone my abilities and try to help others who can do the same.

A bit of context. About 8 months ago I tried out for the baseball organization that I normally play for. About 4-5 months after that I was given a really good opportunity with my high school baseball team. I’m not allowed by the state rules to be on 2 teams at once. So I just planned that after my high school season was over I’d just go back to the other team for a couple of weeks.

Once I got back to my old team, I tried to be supportive and helpful to everyone on my team, but the coaches suck so, I had to also try to coach up my team because my coaches won’t. Not in a mean or bossy way though. It was more of a player messes up me: hey man it’s ok you got the next one, but try to do this instead. Like just genuinely trying to help them out. But all I get back is a shut up you’re terrible at baseball. Which obviously make me mad so I said (in this instance) shut up dude, that’s why you can’t field a clean ground ball. And MY COACH tells me to “shut the fuck up.”

Couple days later, we have a game. And the umpires were making some iffy calls. After one play that same coach yelled at the umpires and told them they were just maintenance guys. This embarrasses one of the parents on my team and she told my coach to stop. After which he also told the parent to “shut the fuck up.” Lucky for my whole team. My head coach kicked him out of the dugout and now is is no longer coaching the team.

TL;DR horrible coach tells players and parents to shut the fuck up after he get embarrassed that he sucks at coaching.

So. I was home, had just had a late dinner and was about to go walk my dogs before feeding horses and going to bed. I live in an apartment built in an old stable and the whole building is from 1929, I believe. When I go to the washroom (part of the entrance) to get the leashes, the light doesn't work. Weird, cause it worked earlier. I try turn on the relay on but it keeps turning off. Light works everywhere else. Hm. I catch a glimpse of light outside through the window in the door. Weird, it usually isn't that bright in the open garage. I look again and the light it coming from the outmost corner and it's moving. I hurry to put on shoes in the dark and run out to see. It turned out the compressor, for filling tires and such, was on fire! I try to think fast for a solution, since there was filled with leaves, paper and other kinds of crap around it. I pull the plug out and get ahold of the hose-part and pull it out, all while I call emergency services. Nothing else caught on fire. Luckily the closest firedepartment is in town and they arrive in like less than 5 min. They hose the compressor down, which was still burning very well and acknowledged I did the right thing by calling them.

It's just crazy to think, if I wasn't such a night owl and if I didn't postpone my walk to be so late, it could have ended very differently. With the stable being filled with hay and other flammable stuff, it wouldn't have been pretty, and all the buildings connect, so it would just have been a matter of time, before it could have reached me and my dogs in my bedroom and kept going to the main house (no one home over there, fortunately).

So. Hope the rest of 2021 won't take from that.

Well this isnt the story that i wanted to start off with, but since i cant seem to finish a story without somehow adding parts of it in i figured telling the whole thing first might be helpful to those who read anything i post.

My life hasnt been easy, because of my own doing. My parents provided my younger brother (by 2yrs and some months) and i with everything we needed and then some. I started riding horses when i was 5, got my own horse for my 10th birthday as a surprise-which surprise was ruined by a friend story for another time though. My brother and I grew up unlike most siblings, we were best friends. Just about everything we did, we did together. Hell we even had the same pretty giant group of friends-our huge family. I was friends with the older brother or sister in my grade or above, him friends with the younger sibling. We were all friends though, always all of us together. I grew up not your average girl, i rode horses, had quads, go-carts, was out with the guys watching them skateboard, playing paintball, needless to say i didnt have very many girlfriends. i had a few over the years the very few girls i called my best friends, but it always ended the same the closest i ever was to another person was my younger brother. We told each other everything, we got introuble together, we covered for each other, hes been arrested while screaming at me to shut the fuck up and sit down bc im 18 now hes got this one, we went out partying together, we threw the party. Until he got older and the roles switched i was his protector, from our alcoholic mom who got violent when she drank, but sober was pretty great, our dad was just awesome. Our parents always got along with our friends they always wanted to feed everyone and they did jsut that our friends would come over for the home cooked meal and a beer and be happy with not even seeing us if it came down to it. We had our ups and downs as a family but always our thing was to stick together, theres nothing stronger than family, they are the ones who will be there for you when the smoke clears, the dust settles, family will always be by your side. My mom and i though we never really saw eye to eye her and my brother were a bit closer than her and i, my dad and i though we were very close. Guy trouble? went to my dad and brother, found out i was pregnant some years back called my little brother and had him tell my mom for me, mind you i was states away and still had him tell her. I could go on for days how much i love my dad and my brother the warm feeling i got when waking into my house and my dad / brother would look up from the tv/theirbook/video game and greet me with a huge smile every time and say their own personal greeting i got everytime from them.

Well little over a year and half ago now they both passed...my brother in my arms and my dad exactly to the day 4 months later...since then my best friend of 10yrs we got into a fight havent really talked since..every other one of my friends except e friend who was also my brothers best friend has also left my life..my 3 cats have died, and now in 2 days our home is being sold. My mom is drinking herself to death and doesnt want me around. So yeah i feel pretty out of place in the world. How broken can someone be before the pieces cant be picked up and put back together again? I cant make it through a day without crying a few times like i am currently. i havent talked about any of this in a while now i found other ways of "coping" that arent the best and i know they arent and there shouldnt be a "but" to follow that sentence only there is...but my "coping" method causes me to not have to think about how alone i feel, the fact they are gone from mine and my sons life forever, before he really got to even know them, and they loved him so much. if i ever got married one day-which i dont see being in the cards for me-they wont be there, no one to walk me, no one to get drunk with me before and after and say "wtf did you just do i cant believe you just got married" my brother was suppose to be apart of almost every part of my life, and mine his. He had a gf of 7 years too, for fun one night they had me plan their wedding bc i said i wanted to party plan so they said okay give it a shot you know us how would we want our wedding. i nailed it they loved it, hell they were going to use some of my ideas.

They were suppose to be here for many years to come still, and now where i use to have this warm happy feeling, love for someone else and knowing i was loved in returned, trust like no other, honesty, support, everything good, has been replaced with this empty dark nothingness that seems to go on forever that is somehow empty yet filled with sadness, anger at the world for letting this happen, for taking them from me, for letting them suffer the way they did, for the false hope it gave my mom and i during our time of losing them, and then again for just taking them in general, and then it circles back around to sadness and confusion of why?
i dont know what i did exactly in life to have this happen, ive done my fair share of fucked up shit, bad choices, i could have lived a differnet life but i didnt think any of it measured up to losing everything ive ever loved and known in under 2 years. i havent processed one thing yet before the next thing crashes into my life.

i am now living with my only friend who literally hasnt left my side since this happened. he lived with me at my house bc i cant be alone, i couldnt be in my room alone since thats where my brother left us, my mom and i fight terribly, she told me to get out im selling the house figure it out so he let me come here even tho i drive him nuts bc i am a moody bitchy lately bc idk how im feeling from one second to the next and every other minute im crying, so yeah i feel bad for him.

i didnt want to start with such a down and sad story but if i didnt get some of it off my chest i was going to explode i think i still might bc WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! i dont understand wtf happened!? so fucked. if i dont just post it now i wont so yeah, here it goes. any spelling errors and all that sorry typing quickly to get it out before i chicken out.

When I was around 5 years old, I had just finished my plate and wanted more Mac 'n Cheese. I went to the stove to get me some more, and while I was putting it on my plate I left my arm on the stove (the stove was still hot). I didn't notice that my arm had a giant burn until my sister pointed it out. When I saw what happened I dropped my plate (a sad waste of Mac 'n cheese) and started crying. The end. Nothing too dramatic happened.

In January of last year I saw an ad in Instagram which was promoting an unreleased japanese movie that was filmed partly in my home country, in the neighbouring town (I'm from a small town in Finland).

So I go with my friend to see the movie. It was a decent aurora-themed drama, 7/10. We arrive at the cinema and there are already a few people there, some with suits and shit.

We went to the theater expecting only a movie, but there was this speech by a japanese guy. Speech ended, movie started, movie ended, we walked out of the theater.

While walking out we noticed a big group of people listening to another speech. They were all of the guests with invitations. We just saw an ad on IG. We decided to stay and watch what would happen.

To make this story short, all the invited people left, we stayed, realized the director itself was there in person. Got to talk to him, got a picture with him and left.

P.S. I know I'm not a good writer, sorry.

I'm a video game collector. At the time, the only Nintendo System I needed to have them all was the GameCube, Wii U, and the Super Nintendo. (and technically the virtual boy, but no collector ever counts the virtual boy and I don't care for it). I figured that I didn't NEED a GameCube, because my Wii could play GameCube games anyway. However, the Gameboy player attachment intrigued me. Sure the super Nintendo could play Gameboy Games on the TV, but you cant play Gameboy color only games, or GBA games with it. So I went on Kijiji and found this guy who was selling a GameCube with the Gameboy player already attached for 120$! For reference, Gameboy players go for about 80$ by themselves. (All prices are Canadian dollar, which is a bigger number than American). He even included Mario Kart Double Dash, a 50-70 game in there for free.

So I ended up contacting the guy and we met up to do the deal. He showed me a Sega genesis and offered it for 60$, (which was a bit over market value but I didn't know it). I figured I may as well, so I gave him the 180$ and I got the stuff. I get back home and go to plug the GameCube in. I then realize 3 things. 1. He gave me the chords for the genesis, but there were NO chords for the GameCube. 2. He didn't give me the boot disc for the Gameboy player (the disc itself goes for over 150$, and is REQUIRED for the Gameboy player to function. 3. The GameCube's eject button was jammed, so that the lid doesn't close.

I then sigh, and attempt to plug in the Sega Genesis. Except. The chords he gave me didn't work. Luckily when I bought my NES, I didn't need to buy a new power adapter, but I had to buy genesis to rby and GameCube power chords anyways. On top of buying a GameCube memory card, I spent another 50$, bringing the total amount I spent was 220$. Which may not be too bad, but considering that the GameCube was broken I wasn't happy.

The seller never set the listing as sold, so I couldn't leave a review. He also ignored my messages, and later deleted his account. Let this be a lesson to collectors. Check before you buy!