Bimql chhetry.

So when I was the age stated in the title I was walking along train tracks with a high school friend. I had picked up a half full water bottle from along the tracks and was just carrying it sloshing the water back and fourth as we walked and talked. We came to a bridge section that brought the tracks over a residential street. We had stopped and were looking down at the street when I noticed a guy walking his dog. Being the rude, impulsive, and society bucking teen that I was, without really thinking, I yelled "I'm an angry youth!" And launched the bottle at the guy. Then took off running before the bottle could even land. I at least did it in such a way that it would land near him but not actually hit the guy and I did hear it hit the ground as I ran. Few days later when I told my therapist he started laughing hysterically. Having to force himself to stop and wiping a tear from his eye he said something like "How oddly self aware of you. I shouldn't be laughing...

So this happened yesterday and I still feel secondhand embarrassment thinking about it. I (22M) was at a crowded café, waiting in line. Place was packed, people standing everywhere, typical chaos. In front of me there was this pretty girl arguing with the cashier about some order mix-up. Nothing serious, just slightly tense. Out of nowhere, the guy behind her walks up, stands next to her and in a very casual but possessive tone goes, “what’s the issue?” The vibe immediately changed. You could tell she was uncomfortable. For some reason, my brain decided this was my moment to look cool in front of that pretty girl. She looked back at me for like half a second, probably just randomly, and I don’t know why but I stepped forward and said: “Yeah, we’ve been waiting for a while.” WE. Not “she”. Not “this girl”. WE. (I don't know how I got the confidence) The guy looks at me. Then looks at her. Then back at me. And goes, “you’re with her?” At this point I should’ve corrected it. End of s...

Throwaway account for legal reasons, though the settlement just cleared so I can finally talk about this. I’m a commercial pilot. About eighteen months ago, I was captaining a flight with 160 souls on board. We were at cruising altitude when the unthinkable happened: a dual engine flameout. For those who aren't aviation nerds, having one engine go out is a Tuesday; having both go out is a "start praying" scenario. Through what I can only describe as a mix of muscle memory and pure adrenaline, I managed to glide that bird into an emergency landing at a small municipal strip. No fatalities. Only a few minor injuries during the evacuation. I was being hailed as a hero in the local news for about 48 hours. **Then the "blame game" started.** The manufacturer (let’s call them "Airffective") released a preliminary report claiming "pilot error." They suggested I had mismanaged the fuel pumps and "panicked," causing the engines to starve. O...

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/stories/s/8ewgzlpOOT) [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/stories/s/i9xFlKgt9K) The Reckoning. Six months from that party was go time. I had plenty of evidence of adultery and corporate malfeasance. I had a new overseas job waiting for me. And Allison and I had become close. We hadn’t done anything romantic, I wanted to wait until the separation was official. It was a Friday when I took the first step. It was a rare day at home and I managed to take that Friday off. Once Mel left for work, I spent most of the morning and early afternoon packing all of her clothes and personal possessions. A locksmith had come over to change the locks. By mid afternoon, I got a text from Margaret than Mel had been served with the request for separation and the divorce filing. No evidence of her and Kyle’s affair was part of that package. That would come later. Sure enough, Mel came home and showed more emotion towards me than she had in months. I sat on the porch with a ...

I almost ignored it and I think about that a lot. It was a random 2AM message request from a stranger no profile picture, no mutuals just are you up? I was about to swipe it away but I didn’t. I replied out of pure boredom. We ended up talking for hours about life, stress, and things people usually only say when it’s quiet and dark. At one point they admitted they weren’t doing great, but laughed it off. When morning came they simply said thanks I really needed that tonight. Then the account disappeared the next day. I still don’t know who they were or what happened but it made me realize how something so small can matter more than you think.

I am a medical doctor, specifically a forensic pathologist. A few months ago, I landed my first official position at a large county morgue. After years of medical school, residency, and brutal hours, I finally had a steady job with a clear routine. The work is not glamorous, but it is necessary. I examine the deceased, determine the cause of death, and prepare the reports. It is quiet, methodical work, which is exactly what I wanted. The facility itself is located in the basement level of a massive hospital complex. It is a sterile, cold environment, filled with stainless steel tables, bright fluorescent lights, and the constant, heavy smell of chemical cleaners and formaldehyde. There are only three of us who work down here during the day: the senior medical examiner, myself, and the janitor. The senior examiner is a quiet woman who spends most of her time in her office reviewing files. We barely speak unless it is about a specific case. That leaves the janitor. He is an old man. His...