So while I was in my teens I got into a palmistry phase. I was like 15 or 14 y/o. One of my highschool teachers started teasing me about it, and at some point asked me for a palm reading, just for the lulz.

I took it seriously, as I do with most things unfortunately, and did as asked. I didn’t say much because I had no idea of what I was doing, but I did recognize in his hands what my book said was a sign of sudden end of life. I estimated the time and warned him he probably didn’t have a lot of time left, five years tops. He got really angry when I said that and held the grudge for about two weeks, claiming I was being rude. I just wanted to help…

Time passed and I grew out of my palm reading phase.

Almost two years later during class someone showed up and informed us that the teacher died in a car crash for driving recklessly. The room went silent. Everyone including myself had forgotten about the palm reading incident, well, almost everyone. Breaking the silence with a gasp, one of my classmates said, “OMG!!! IT’S LIKE WHAT (my irl name) SAID DURING THE PALM READING!!! OMG!!!”

Not much, honestly. One night this year, my friends and I planned on going to a bar to welcome back a buddy who we hadn’t seen in a long time. Something happened, can’t remember what, and we had to go to someone’s place instead to celebrate.

Later in the evening we saw on the news that the bar had been shot up, and plenty were dead. Bar was shut down soon after. It had a good crowd, wasn’t too noisy, the food wasn’t that bad, and prices were cheaper than other places in the city. My guess is that it was a money laundering scheme and someone would benefit from having it being shut down, because I didn’t hear anything about anyone important being there at the moment as if to imply it was a hit.

Lucky us.

When I was in my early 20s, I did a lot of stupid things that could have gotten me killed or worse. For some context that makes some of these stories a bit more frightening, I am a woman.

Dealing with untreated depression, I self-medicated by drinking ungodly amounts of alcohol. Getting blackout drunk most days of the week, I did not care for my life.

I once went out on a cold winter day, deciding to walk a few miles for no reason. Someone driving by asked if I needed a ride. I got into their car, and had them drive me to the university I was attending nearby. Then I wandered campus (there was no class, I think it was winter break, so very few people were there). I don’t remember how I got home that day, but I did.

Another time, I was walking back to my apartment. My key wasn’t working to get into the building, so I kept ringing random doorbells to explain I lived there but couldn’t get in. Someone let me in, and when I went to my apartment, my seasonal decorations weren’t outside the door. I assumed they must have been stolen or something, which was surprising because it was a fairly safe area and a secure building. My key to my door didn’t work either, and I knocked to get my roommate to let me in. Some one I didn’t know asked who it was. I start freaking out, asking who she was and why she was in my apartment. I kept saying my address over and over to prove that was MY apartment. Eventually, someone down the hallway heard the commotion and let me into their apartment. She gave me water, cookies, and I used her bathroom. She called the cops, who walked me home to my apartment, and building next to the one I was in. I had drunkenly walked to the wrong (identical) building of my complex. Still not sure why, after I yelled my address many times, nobody explained I was just in the wrong building.

I once hitchhiked late at night. That was one of the stupider things I’ve done, aside from the next ones.

I went to a bar and got absurdly drunk, ended up at some house that a few dudes shared. I spent the night there, and my phone died at some point. I have no memory of how I ended up there that first night. They took me bar-hopping the next day, and I spent another night there.

I went to another bar once, and was getting chatted up by some dude. Apparently, he was offering to take me home or back to his place (can’t remember which), and I was definitely going to take him up on the offer. Superstar bartender was not going to let that happen. Not sure if she got a bad vibe for him or just general concern about going home with a stranger. She called me a taxi, and I’m so thankful for that bartender who looked out for me.

There were many other stupid drunken journeys. I lost jobs, friends, boyfriends, and lost a lot of trust from family members.

Thankfully, I got help. Am on real medication, am about 5 years sober, went back to college, and have a good job. Shoutout to everyone who helped me get on the path I’m on today.

For a long time, I thought I would never be able to feel the way I do today: happy, healthy, mentally stable.

Fought two SUV’s on a bicycle at the same time and was the only one to survive the crusher in the end.

When I was a young child, we didn’t really have much choice of TV channels so all you could watch was what was offered. No smartphones either, so you had to make do. There was this period where they were showing nothing but fluff about the Royal family, and that pissed me off as a bored kid.

So I did something that I’d never done before: I got down on my knees, clasped my hands together and prayed for a certain member of that family to die. One week later they did. The guilt stayed with me for a while, but eventually I got over it convinced that it was mere chance.

Then a few years later, at college, desperate to pass an exam I had no chance of passing, I did the same thing, and passed it with flying colours.

I don’t really know what to do with this power, but I know that I should use it sparingly.

That i succeeded, in spite of my self.

This is going to be a bit long, and I’m posting it late, but anyway…

I met a couple former girlfriends through school and such, but not a lot happened until I started online dating. One of the first ones I met that way brought one of her friends along when we met in person because of course meeting a stranger from the internet was scary business (not that this has changed necessarily, but it was new at the time). Anyway after a date or two, things didn’t work out with the first girl. I forgot her real name, but I’m making up names anyway so I’ll call her Monica since mono=1.

But I later met the friend randomly at work! Small world. I’ll call her Jenny. Her real first name is quite rare and would identify her rather precisely. So we started dating, and things seemed to be going ok, but slow. However after my dad died the relationship kinda fell off.

I went back to the dating site and eventually met another girl, I’ll call her Amy. We scheduled a date for the local State Fair, and when the time arrived she was clearly really upset about something but still wanted to go on the date. So we did, and she was still visibly upset, but I didn’t pry.
Later that day she eventually told the story:

Amy had a few months prior moved to my state from Georgia, and did so because of a boy she had dated before who moved here, but had friendzoned her. And that boy had started seeing someone, and Amy didn’t like that, but it hadn’t really hit her until that day, when the boy and the girl he was seeing had told each other that they loved each other. But Amy liked me and was trying to move on, so I did what I could to emotionally comfort her (we weren’t physical).

Later on (forgot if same night) I invited her back to my place. Now of course I’m a geek and date geeky women, so when I say something stupid like “Want to see the cosplay pics I took at [the local anime convention]?” her response was “Sure”.

As I was going through the pictures, she knew many of the characters and even already knew some of the people playing them. At one point as I was about to move on to the next picture her tone changed - she said “Oh, I know her”. I raised an eyebrow and asked “Oh really?”, and she said “Yes, that’s the girl that [boy] is seeing”.

After some effort to pick my jaw up from the ground, I managed to explain:
“She’s my ex.”
Amy asked, “Jenny‽” (Remember, unusual real name, which I hadn’t told her)
“Yes.” I said.

So while I was dating a girl that recently moved in, her ex was dating my ex. Going over the timelines later, Jenny was probably cheating on me before we broke up.

And no kids, Amy’s not your mother my wife. This was many seasons years before.

The craziest story I have is how close I got to becoming part of a crazy story. It’s odd now that I think about how my life seems to be censored. Back in high school I was part of a group of friends that would go out on the outskirts of my small hometown to play paintball. We’d play almost every weekend and I’d join them everytime. But, one weekend I didn’t join because I think I had a cold or I was working or something. But, that one time I didn’t join someone called the cops claiming that they were hearing gunshots going off. Someone called the cops on a bunch of high school kids and thus the cops showed up sporting shotguns and pistols. My friends had guns pulled on them. Luckily, the cops quickly realized what they were doing and left without any more trouble.

That was the one and only time I’ve almost experienced something even remotely crazy. That was maybe 8 or more years ago.

The Story of my Life

I experiment with guns (building guns and ammo from scratch) and sometimes I’m drunk or stoned doing it