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Most people think my job is insane. Honestly, they're probably right. When people talk about dangerous professions, they usually mention logging, commercial fishing, or construction. Those jobs earn their reputation. One mistake, one moment of bad luck, and you're fucked. Or hell, dead. Me? I always found myself drawn to danger. Maybe it's the adrenaline. Maybe it's because some part of me enjoys standing in places most people would never willingly go. You can learn a lot about a person from the work they choose to do. For me, that work is commercial diving. Most folks hear that and assume it's terrifying. Being dropped into cold, dark water hundreds of feet from the surface while surrounded by machinery that could crush you without warning doesn't exactly sound appealing to the average person. The funny thing is, I find it relaxing. Down there, the world becomes quiet. The noise of everyday life (the wife complaining) disappears beneath the water. It's jus...

This all started on a pretty typical Saturday night. Myself, my partner, my sister and her partner, along with my mom and dad, were having one of our usual family nights at my parents’ house. We do this maybe once a month. Nothing fancy, just dinner, hanging out, catching up. We’re all in our early 40s now, and my parents are in their mid-70s. My dad is 76. We ordered Chinese food, ate way too much, and had a really nice evening. After dinner, like we often do, we decided to go for a walk around the neighborhood to help settle everything. My sister, my partner, and I all smoke marijuana fairly regularly. My parents don’t smoke at all. My dad especially has always been very “old school” about it. I remember him saying once that he tried it maybe a single time when he was a teenager in the 1960s, didn’t feel anything, and never bothered with it again. About six months earlier, something kind of funny had happened. The 6 of us were at Red Lobster for dinner and found a small package of l...

A guy stopped me in a parking garage yesterday and asked if I could help him find his car. He was older and pretty stressed and kept saying he knew he parked on level 4, so I figured we would walk around for five minutes and find it. We did four laps pressing his key fob and listening for anything. Nothing. Eventually a security guy came over and asked to see his parking ticket. He looked at it for about two seconds and told us he had parked in the East Garage. We were in the West Garage. Neither of us said anything for a second, then the guy started laughing so hard he had to lean against the wall. We went over to the other garage and his car was sitting exactly where he remembered leaving it. So technically his memory was fine. We just spent 37 minutes looking in the wrong building. submitted by /u/CheapChart3328 [link] [comments]

I (27 female) was at Animal Kingdom with my husband (27 male) and in-laws (in their 50’s). It was January, it was cold and I was also just getting over a cold. We were having a great time and one of the first rides we went on was Everest. It is a very fun roller coaster but caused me to have a coughing fit afterwards because of the rush of cold air that went into my face on the ride. When we got off of the roller coaster we were standing together, I was facing my husband, and his parents were facing each other. While they were debating about where we were going to eat lunch I was having a coughing fit, and I squatted down to get a cough drop, and some tissues out of my backpack. That was where I messed up. I didn’t realize I had to pee, and as I was coughing in the squatting position, I fully peed myself. I looked up at my husband and just mouthed “I just peed” He looked back at me with wide eyes and nodded. Once I stood up, he suggested to his parents that we should find a bathroom,...

For context this person was a hoarder but not an extreme one she didn’t hoard everything like trash or broken items just a lot of random stuff. Such as she kept her mail from the past 10 years as well as 50+ movies on disk but she didn’t have a disk player, 100s of books, and all her sisters items which were plentiful. All of this stuff was in a pretty small 1 bed 1 bath apartment. Why my boss was annoyed was because her smoke detectors needed the batteries to be changed he learns this via a calendar reminder he made weeks beforehand and when he sees this he says “crap we gotta change her smoke detectors batteries” and follows up in a joking tone “this might be her last battery change”. The next day she was found dead via welfare check from being essentially old. My boss since has regretted this remark dearly and swears he didn’t kill her. I still don’t whether to laugh at this or not. submitted by /u/Both_Win3736 [link] [comments]

A friend of a friend owned a tattoo shop and we would occasionally go hangout there. (Shout out to Shawn at Syk Liquid (?) ) one day while we were smoking cigs outside, 2 people pull up on a bike . the man was shirtless and the woman had a low cut tank top . they approach and the owner and him start talking . owner ends up asking what he wanted done and he says "i want my name right here - bitch pull your tit out" and woman proceeds to expose her large breast on the street . Owner tells them to "get the fuck out of here with that shit " An argument insues where he tell us that it's his woman and he can have whatever he wants tattooed on her body . she never said a word . just quietly looking grateful that he refused to it. this was 17 years ago now (2009) and she still randomly crosses my mind . I hope she's ok . submitted by /u/No-Ad-3635 [link] [comments]

The following is 100% factual and well documented. Just ask chatgpt, if you're too stupid to already know this shit. ((TL;DR you don't have your own opinions. you just do what's popular. I was a stripper, so I know. Porn is impossible for you to resist if you hate the world and you're unhappy - so, you have to watch porn - you don't have a choice. You have to eat fast food, or convenient food wrapped in plastic. You don't have a choice. You have to injest microplastics that are only just now being researched (the results are not good, so far - what a shock) - and again, you don't have a choice. You already have. They are everywhere in your body and plastic has only been around for a century, tops - we don't know shit what it does (aside from high blood pressure so far - it's in your blood). Only drink from cans or normal cups. Don't heat up food in Tupperware. 16oz bottle of water = over 100,000 microplastic particles - one fucking bottle! Shit...

So I was stuck on this long layover in Denver. The airport was super crowded and every outlet was taken. People were basically guarding their chargers like their lives depended on it. I noticed this woman nearby who looked pretty stressed. She kept checking her phone and you could tell it was about to die. I had my power bank with me and, for once, it was actually charged. So I just handed it to her and said, “Hey, you can use this if you want.” She looked at me like I just handed her a winning lottery ticket. Are you serious? yeah go for it I said. While her phone charged, we started talking. She had just come from a job interview and was heading home. Told me she hadn’t worked in over a year and wasn’t sure if she was still cut out for it. I told her she totally was. We ended up chatting for like half an hour before I had to board. She gave me back the charger, thanked me a bunch, and that was it. Then last week, I went to this local networking thing I almost skipped. Halfway throug...

So I was stuck on this long layover in Denver. The airport was super crowded and every outlet was taken. People were basically guarding their chargers like their lives depended on it. I noticed this woman nearby who looked pretty stressed. She kept checking her phone and you could tell it was about to die. I had my power bank with me and, for once, it was actually charged. So I just handed it to her and said, “Hey, you can use this if you want.” She looked at me like I just handed her a winning lottery ticket. Are you serious? yeah go for it I said. While her phone charged, we started talking. She had just come from a job interview and was heading home. Told me she hadn’t worked in over a year and wasn’t sure if she was still cut out for it. I told her she totally was. We ended up chatting for like half an hour before I had to board. She gave me back the charger, thanked me a bunch, and that was it. Then last week, I went to this local networking thing I almost skipped. Halfway throug...

I’m writing this because my fiancée is cleaning the apartment like we’re hosting royalty. She’s been at it since noon. Vacuuming twice. Rearranging the throw pillows. Lighting candles we’ve never used. Every few minutes she asks if my parents prefer red or white wine, as if I would know. They’ll be here in three hours. I haven’t seen them in eight years. That wasn’t an accident. I told her I had a difficult childhood. That we weren’t close. That distance was healthier for everyone. I made it sound like emotional baggage. Old arguments. Personality differences. I did not tell her the truth. I didn’t tell her that I left home the moment I legally could and never slept another night under that roof. I didn’t tell her that I have spent most of my adult life carefully avoiding letting anyone I love meet the people who raised me. She thinks this dinner is reconciliation. I think it’s a mistake. The worst part is that I didn’t invite them. She did. Last week, while I was at work, she found m...

Throwaway. Obviously. I’ve had this running joke with my coworker Marcus for almost a year. We call each other work spouses, roast each other in the group chat, and somehow the flirting never felt dangerous… until last night. I was feeling myself after a night out. Took a couple mirror pics that were very much not safe for work. Meant to drop them in our private chat with a stupid caption. My thumb slipped. Hit the wrong thread. The one labeled “Daniel – Boss.” I stared at the screen in pure horror for three full seconds. Then the typing bubble appeared. Daniel: “Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t appreciate this.” My soul left my body. I started typing every version of “WRONG PERSON I’M SO SORRY PLEASE FORGET THIS” but before I could send anything he double-texted: “Don’t apologize. And don’t delete them. I’ve thought about you like this more than once.” I should have blocked him. Reported him. Burned my phone. Instead I sat there with my heart slamming and wrote back, “…...

Okay, throwaway for obvious reasons. I’ve been living with my best friend’s older brother, Jake, for six months. He’s 29, ridiculously attractive in that quiet, brooding way, and we had a very clear rule: no weirdness. Just two adults splitting rent. Last Friday I got home early from work. The second I opened the door I heard it — soft, breathy, and very clearly coming from Jake’s room. I froze. He texted me that morning saying he was staying at his parents’ for the weekend. I should have left. I didn’t. I walked closer and that’s when I heard it: my name. Moaned. Like someone was thinking about me while they… I knocked. The sound stopped immediately. Heart pounding, I said, “Jake…?” Silence. Then the door opened. It wasn’t Jake. It was his identical twin, Tyler. Same face, same height, same everything… except Tyler had this look in his eyes that Jake never did. Like he’d been caught doing something he wasn’t entirely sorry about. He was shirtless. Sweat on his chest. And he...

I need to explain this carefully because it still doesn’t feel real to me. My wife, we’ll call her Melissa, has handled most of our daughter’s schooling since we made the decision to homeschool when she was seven. I work long hours, she manages the curriculum, and I trusted that completely, because Melissa has always been organized and thorough about everything. Our daughter is ten now. Last weekend, we were at my parents’ house for Sunday dinner, which has always included grace before the meal, standard stuff we’ve done her entire life. My daughter, out of nowhere, asked if she could say a different kind of blessing instead, one she said she “always says at home.” Then she recited something none of us had ever heard before, in a tone like it was completely normal, something she’d clearly said hundreds of times. My mom looked at me, confused. I looked at Melissa. Melissa’s face went pale. Later that night, I asked my daughter more questions, gently, trying to understand what I’d ju...

My wife, Samantha, and I had a great marriage. We were both animal lovers. Hikers. Sports enthusiasts. When we got married, she was beginning a career in business, and I was a veterinarian at an animal clinic. Every so often, people brought abandoned or abused animals to the clinic. On my very first day at the clinic, a woman walked in with a dog. "We bought a house," the woman said, "and the previous owners left her there." I looked down at her feet, and there she was: an Australian shepherd with the sweetest eyes I'd ever seen. You could tell something was hurting her, yet she looked as though she was trying to smile. We examined her and found that she had heartworms. The X-rays showed some damage to her heart. We explained the treatment she would need and what it would cost. The woman stared at the dog for a long moment before speaking. "I can't pay for that. She needs more care than I can give her." Well, I was glad the shepherd couldn't u...

I’m 21F and my boyfriend is 23M. We’ve been together for almost two years, and until recently, I genuinely thought he was the person I was going to marry. We live together in a small apartment and, for the most part, we had a really good relationship. About three months ago, he started acting differently. He became weirdly protective of his phone. If I walked into the room while he was texting, he’d immediately lock it. He also started sleeping with his phone underneath his pillow. I asked him about it once and he laughed and said I was being paranoid. I trusted him, so I dropped it. Then one night, I woke up around 3am because I couldn’t sleep. He wasn’t beside me. I walked into the living room and saw him sitting on the sofa with his phone. He looked up and immediately locked it. I asked what he was doing. He said he couldn’t sleep. I didn’t think much of it. But the next morning, I noticed something strange. He had changed his phone password. That was when I starte...

I thought I’d found the one. We clicked so naturally. We both shared an interest in photography, though his pictures were noticeably better than mine. Loved the same movies, both enjoyed walks in the park, and our political views were borderline identical. We met about a month ago. It was at this bar I love, and, I’ll admit, I was a little tipsy. Cute boy, a few drinks in my system. It was a recipe for regret. Only… I didn’t regret it. Our conversations flowed so smoothly. His half-drunk compliments made me blush. Plus, drinks were on him. Unlike a lot of the guys you’d meet in a bar, he didn’t try and force himself back to my apartment. I live just a few blocks away from the bar, so he walked me home, laughing and wobbling more than he wanted to let on. When we got there, I braced myself. He was great, but I wasn’t the kind of girl that would just let a complete stranger into my home after a night out at the bar. I found myself praying he wouldn’t ask. By some miracle, he didn’t. Ins...

I found out about this story about a week ago so forgive me if I get anything wrong. So my (19f) bf (21m) had been really into football and was a youth academy player from when he was 13 to 17 and was constantly told by coaches and staff and even other players that he was going to be a great player one day. That was until one day he had an awful injury and snapped his right leg in two places during training. He went to the hospital and spent days there waiting for it to be okay for him to leave until he did. So obviously during the time it was broken he didn't play football at all and after it was time for them to take off the casg and thing he asked the doctor if he could ever play football again and the assistant doctor said he'd have to check with the lead doctor he had. So he left the room and when he came back the doctor said "Yeah you can't play football" Of course, my bf was destroyed since he had always loved football but he understood and didn't want...

I need to preface this by saying my husband, we’ll call him Mark, has always been the “responsible one” in our marriage. He handles our budget, pays the bills, tracks every expense in a spreadsheet. I trusted that completely, which honestly is probably how this went unnoticed for so long. Mark was married before me, briefly, in his twenties, to a woman named Diane. They split amicably, no kids, no house together as far as I ever knew. He’s mentioned her maybe five times total in the eight years we’ve been together. I never had a reason to think about her at all. Last month our bank flagged some unusual activity while I was reviewing our joint statements for taxes. A recurring monthly transfer, same amount, same date, every single month, going out to an account I didn’t recognize. I asked Mark about it, expecting some boring explanation, a subscription, a forgotten bill, something normal. He got quiet. Then he told me it was Diane’s mortgage payment. I asked him to explain, because...

My son turned 14 recently. He used to be such a happy kid. He loved playing outside, playing video games, hanging out with his friends. Just a completely normal pre-teen. I think he was around 12 or 13 when things started to change. He spent more time inside. Maybe he was playing video games, but I wouldn’t know because he’d always be locked away inside his room. He started dressing in all black. I asked him why he didn’t like his old superhero shirts anymore, and it broke my heart when his response was, “Superheroes are stupid,” before shutting his door in my face. I talked to my wife about it, but I think she was in denial. “Boys will be boys,” she said. “Everyone has to grow up at some point.” It hurt to hear. Mainly because… part of me knew. I saw the warning signs. How he seemed to be attracted to darkness. How the light in his room never seemed to be on. It was always dirty in there. Empty energy drink cans. Snack wrappers everywhere. I tried to look past it. I tried to believe ...

February 20th I was at a dive bar looking for yet again, the love of my life. At a dang bar! Anyways, I thought this guy was cute, so I gave him a chance to talk. We talked for about 20 mins before I headed to the restroom. This guy turned out to be a dick, and stopped talking to me the rest of the night. However, there was this one guy that messaged me on Reddit the day before, but he didn’t answer promptly. I thought he might’ve ghosted me. I messaged him at the bar, and then we started talking on Reddit. Since then, we’ve been dating since April. We both have the same birthday :)

In April, I got a cold. For weeks after, I had a horrible cough. I’d have coughing fits that would cause me to vomit, I’d be unable to laugh without coughing, it went on and on. But otherwise, I felt fine. This went on for over a month. Until the end of May. I went to work that week, coughed so hard I pulled the muscles in my ribcage, and left. I’d had asthma as a kid, hadn’t been making the healthiest choices lately, it was just catching up to me and all I needed to do was rest and change some habits. I woke up the next morning, felt like every joint in my body had made it their life mission to make me suffer. I don’t even own a thermometer but when I got into my car and the dash said it was 100 degrees and I was shivering in a sweatshirt, I knew I was in for it. I got cold and flu medicine, pedialyte, ate even though I had no appetite. This lasted for less than a day. I dragged myself to bed that night, an emergency OTC inhaler next to me because I hadn’t had a prescription in alm...