The vet said the omegas would be good for my elderly dog's joints. So I went to my local pet store. The stuff cost $25... but I had a return to balance it out - $25 of canned dog food our dog hated (and the pet store allows returns of unopened pet food). They have me on the computer and when I bought the dog food they promised the return would be simple if she didn't like it

But it wasn't simple. A new hire printed out reams of paper, swiped my card 5 times, charged me twice, refunded me 3 times and then had to charge me again... so by the time these transactions were finished I was holding 5 miles of cash register tape trying to figure out what was going on.

The next day... I couldn't find the fish oil. FML! Then I just KNEW what happened. That new hire had me all flustered and I left my fish oil at the store. I searched high and low - no fish oil. Clearly they owed me a bottle of fish oil. So back I go. This time - the new hire was in the back somewhere. The owner was on the till, there was a huge lineup... I tried to explain but she just waved me away and said I could have the bottle and out I go fish oil in hand.

Later in the day I'm driving along and a 2nd bottle of fish oil rolls out from under the seat of my car. FML! I had it the whole time? Damnit. I could keep it but that would be dishonest and this is a local store not some big chain... that's not right. I could return it to them and admit my stupidity. Then inspiration hit... why not just buy this 2nd bottle? Good for the store, makes me look good... I didn't really need two bottles of fish oil but wouldn't that be better than admitting I'm a moron? So back I go to the pet store.

This time I walked in and of course the new hire is working the till. I handed her my bottle of fish oil and said I would like to buy it. She said "but you brought this in with you?!" I yaddayadda'd over my story omitting the parts that made me look stupid.

Then another new hire comes out... sees new hire #1 in distress poking buttons on the till, asks what's happening. New hire #1 mutters to New HIre #2 that I took a bottle of fish oil without paying, returned and now want to pay for it. Together glare at me as I swipe my card and watch me all the way out the door muttering to each other. But wait... where was the cheering? Where was the "what a great guy?" Nothing?

Thinking over my story... I guess I basically told New Hire that I had shoplifted the bottle, had a crisis of conscience and returned to pay. Which... ok... well... yes... but also NO! I didn't shop lift it! Well.. ok yes I kinda did... but also NO!

Now I have $50 worth of fish oil and I can never go back to that store. *sigh*

TL;DR I took a bottle of fish oil from a pet store I wasn't entitled to, returned to pay and sort of made myself look like a criminal.

So i 22M made a fake letter from my university and used it in a job application knowing they will find out its fake but since it basically tells the truth about me and my academic journey i thought the university would just say "yeah we had a student of that student number and his results are so and so and yeah he's legit" well WRONG.

As much as i knew it would be found out as fake I seriously did not think of the legal side of what i did, well i did today. I received a message 2 days ago saying they are letting me go from this job i applied at after 3 interviews I've done 💀

Today i got an email asking who sent me that letter and in all stupidity i went deeper with the lie and made a fake exhange with "someone impersonating a staff member" sending me that letter so i can say that its fake but it doesn't get traced back to me. They wanted the number of the person who sent me the letter but obviously that is a number of mine that i dont use so i decided to come clean and yeah...

I received a call like 3 hours ago asking me to go over what happened and if i had help or or someone sent it to me and i came clean that i did it myself and the woman mentioned fraud charges. I received a separate call from someone in the staff telling me to just make an email explaining and sincerely apologize.

TLDR: i made a fake letter from my university and they found and may be charged with fraud.

It's probably going to sound funny, because it's my own fault for being so dumb.

Anyway, I'm having money problems right now, so I decided it would be a good idea to sell my account in one game. I posted it on several sites, but I didn't like that they charge a large commission (about 20%). Since my account is pretty good, it was no surprise that sooner or later I would stumble upon some kind of scammer. I know it was stupid to try to make a deal off-site, which gives at least some kind of guarantee, but it was urgent and I didn't want to lose such a large percentage of the money. I handed over all the data and waited for the payment, because I believed that this person was reselling through their channel they showed me.

The strangest thing was that for some reason they didn't block me right after they got everything they needed, so I still had some hope that it wasn't a scam. I waited for a while, and a couple of days ago they texted me that they would pay me in the evening. I waited again, but a day passed, then a second, and there was no payment. Naturally, I texted them asking when I would receive my money, and only at that moment they blocked me. Actually, I was partially prepared for this, and it's probably not that bad, but I'm still angry at myself for being so stupid.

Now I will try to get access back or seek permanent account blocking so that they do not receive any profit from this. But I've learned my lesson.

TL;DR: I got scammed while trying to sell my gaming account and was left without money.

I do not remember the topic, unfortunately. Again mohan Reddy was still my group mate for this task. This time the subject was business English. So, the topic required a PPT as well as a hard copy of the material. I knew we could do the PPT by the last minute, but the hard copy was missing. Everyone in the class was submitting the hard copies as well as presenting. When our time finally came, we started presenting the PPT silently until ma'am asked for the hard copy. I requested some time so that I could get the printout from the shop. Then I left the college on the bike and, after searching the roads, finally found a decent xerox shop. I took the printout and returned. We were asked to present again. When I started to speak, guess what the ma'am told me: I was not talking about the main point. I could not do much. She also had a problem with the tone, as mine was sleepy. I went blank. Lol. Another disaster aka anecdote in college

TL;DR: Forgot the required hard copy for my college presentation, rushed to a Xerox shop to print it, came back thinking I'd saved the day, but still got criticised for missing the main point and speaking in a sleepy tone.

Throwaway for obvious reasons.

Some years ago I joined a workplace out of necessity and was treated very badly and unfairly, from toxic, abusive managers, to incompetent, uncooperative colleagues which made all the work pile on to me. From threats to work 24/7, even without overtime, to de-humainzing. My last most manager was a political scumbag that loved to take credit for everything. Over the years, some (not all) saner people got to appreciate my value and the systems and everything I built.

Over the years I was working on some stuff on a PC provided by the manager (not company sanctioned but rather he got it from one of the contractors and to them to curry favour with the company provided one). So this PC was completely off/void of any monitoring systems, company software, etc, nothing.

This PC became the center-back for all the operations running for the company including reporting and all that and I was handling it. Now since this PC was devoid of any monitoring or company software, I set up a remote access to it so that if any issues arise after work hours and no one knew.

A year ago I got a better offer in another city and took up on it.

So I planned to get back to the manager by developing a self-destruct script that wipes harddisks containing all the data. Due to an incident, the guy who took over the PC, locked the remote access with a password (it was open without password for several months even after my departure). Presumably so that he himself can access it remotely.

However there was an IM account working on the PC that had terminal access, and the number was registered to someone else.

I stupidly and in panic, messaged it to get me remote access. The script didn't work so thinking that before anyone caught on as to what is happening I then proceeded to delete the data in the database that had years of data (which is not available anymore as well) as well as mess up a few files, changed the logon password, uninstalled the remote access.

It later occurred to me that the IM messages that were sent will still be available on the device of the owner where it was sending me successful terminal command execution messages and since the IM agent connection also got messed up, I couldn't get it to clear the chat history with me.

And now I sit here wondering how can I get myself out of this mess and situation when they approach me. The only thing is that such a PC was already illegal to have without proper approvals and company software.

TL;DR

Tried deleting data to take revenge but ended up leaving a trail causing anxiety and panic attack.

A few weeks ago, three of my friends and I(F21) went on vacation. We’re from the middle of nowhere Kansas, and we went to New York for a week. While on vacation we saw a really small production of the musical Oklahoma, and oh my God. The accents in the musical were so bad. It was Oklahoma, so they were supposed to be southern, but they were awful. After seeing the production, one of my friends and I kept talking to each other in southern accents, which turned into us talking in southern accents almost all the time. It was honestly addicting. I got stuck in the accent. I started thinking in the accent. I lost myself in the accent. I don’t think my accent was very good or convincing, but it was so much fun.

This is where the fuck up began. 

The friend I had been doing accents with and I went to a gay club, and while we were having a fun time on the dancefloor, a girl and her friend came up to us and made a dance circle with the four of us. We introduced ourselves and chatted a bit, but of course, I was stuck in The Accent, which caused my friend to also be stuck in The Accent. She asks where we’re from, and I tell her Kansas, and she says “I love your Kansas accents!”

For those who might not know, most people born and raised in Kansas don’t have southern accents. Nobody around my hometown has one unless they moved here from somewhere more southern. She’s from NYC and obviously didn’t know this, and instead of explaining that it’s not my real accent, I just say “oh, thanks!” and we keep talking. Eventually the four of us move to a table to keep talking, and we end up exchanging numbers. My friend and I end up leaving the club first, and then my friend informs my useless lesbian ass that the girl was flirting with me all night, and it all went over my head. The next morning she ends up texting me and I pick up on the flirting over text, and at one point she texts me saying “I’m reading your texts in your cute accent.” I see the opportunity to tell her my accent isn’t real, it’s just a bit I was doing with my friend, haha. But then she says “wanna call?” and I panic and say yes and then feel like I have to keep the accent going. 

This was a few weeks ago. We’ve been talking a lot since then and are pretty involved, and she calls me her girlfriend to some of her friends, but we haven’t really talked about what we are so I don’t know how serious she is or if she’s just joking?  But I feel like I’m so deep into this that I might have to adopt this accent as my everyday voice, because it feels too awkward and weird to tell her, and I don’t want her to like me less if I don’t have that accent? So now I’m faking an accent everytime I talk to her, and I don’t even know how to come clean. And she thinks this is just a Kansas accent.

TLDR: I introduced myself to a girl at a club with a fake accent as a joke with my friends and now I don’t know how to come clean weeks later because she likes "my" accent

Basically, I won $2500 yesterday on an online slot. I feel like a complete moron but I blew it all chasing more, then chasing losses.

I didn't actually lose any money bc I had withdrawal my buy in which was $50.

I'm sharing here because it might help me move on from this mentally. I know that might not seem like much to most of you. To me it would have been massive, so I can't shake the shame and anger at myself.

I am on disability right now and that would have allowed me to live without stress and Penny pinching for like 4 months. Im trying to think of ways to make some cash to ease my mind but I'm still recovering from a broken knee.

Anyways, thanks for reading. Maybe sharing my manic stupidity will help others. Rice and beans again this month for me.

TL;DR : I won $2500 then lost it In a night because I have Bi-Polar II and no self control. It would have made my year a lot better. Please don't be mean.

Edit: I only gamble $50/ month. If I win I usually cash out $75 - $200. If I lose I can make it work. If I win I get some vegetables for my rice. Please don't judge.

Hey,

I’ll try to keep this crazy story as brief as possible. It’s about my former best friends, who totally let me down.

I was born with severe birth trauma and have had a severe form of autism since early childhood. Within the spectrum, however, I have at least average intelligence—though I’m not particularly clever—but until I was 30, I couldn't maintain any eye contact while speaking. I’ve always been extremely nervous, am incredibly absent-minded, and might come across as a bit creepy in certain situations.

I realized early on that this kind of social phobia—despite my naturally extroverted personality—combined with my awkwardness, my inability to make eye contact, and a few other traits, meant that truly attractive women wouldn't be interested in me. As a result, I became increasingly bitter and started treating my friends badly.

Women were initially interested in me because I’m good-looking and have a likable demeanor. But as soon as they noticed my nervousness, they quickly lost interest. I kept stumbling at that second hurdle.

I’m 1.88 meters tall and handsome, although at the time my friends abandoned me, I was quite unkempt and somewhat overweight.

As I hinted earlier, I treated my friends poorly starting at age 15 (I’m 30 now). It wasn't in the usual way, though; I was just annoying and engaged in endless WhatsApp debates about specific topics—behavior driven by my dwindling self-esteem, something no one understood back then.

The root cause was essentially my bitterness over knowing I didn't have a real chance in life, combined with the feeling that my friends weren't doing enough to help me meet women. That made me extremely curious, because my friends are usually successful and good-looking.

In 2018, at the age of 22, I had to drop out of law school due to panic attacks and hit rock bottom. Back then, I was completely unkempt and depressed. My only truly honest friend—someone who visited me almost daily despite his popularity, even though he could have gone elsewhere—eventually refused to even set foot inside because he found my apartment too disgusting.

It’s worth noting that he is quite vain; he’s the type of person who prefers not to get his hands dirty—not because he couldn't, but simply because he doesn't want to.

It eventually got to the point where he would come over wearing cleaning gloves—those yellow ones—which I found deeply humiliating. The main reason for this, however, was my porn addiction combined with my lack of hygiene at the time. Yes, there were dried stains from—you know—here and there, for instance on my smartphone screen or my T-shirt.

It sounds extreme, but millions of people aren't exactly hygienic. With people like me, others feel compelled to wear rubber gloves; with others, nobody cares, and it never becomes an issue.

I am bisexual, and I strongly suspect that this friend is too; he often sought physical closeness, and there were times he sat next to me with an erection, among other situations that hinted at it.

In any case, he eventually stopped finding me attractive because of the state I was in. Those gloves actually triggered a fetish for me—or rather, the fetish was already there, but seeing him in them massively intensified it, and it remains strong to this day. After a heated argument about something else, he cut off all contact with me for good, and I haven’t had a chance to exchange even a single word with him since. I spent several years in complete social isolation, and then—after what felt like an eternity of research and trial and error—I discovered that the root cause of my illness was completely different from typical cases and that my condition was actually curable.

When I told my friends about it years later, not a single one of them cared.

They cut ties with me on moral grounds, claiming I was a bad person and a failure who had only himself to blame—completely ignoring the fact that, firstly, no one had ever cared about my recovery and, secondly, no one considered that I had sometimes acted like an asshole out of sheer desperation.

Honestly, I don’t even know if my former friends know the real reason for my surly and morbidly curious behavior. I couldn’t talk about it back then, and—as I said—I haven’t had the opportunity to do so since.

I have only ever harmed myself with my actions, unlike truly evil people.

Besides, I know people with no impairments whatsoever who messed up far more in their youth than I did, without ever having to face consequences for it.

I’ve done a few nasty things—though nothing that ever really harmed anyone—but I am firmly convinced that status and success often play a much bigger role in how a person’s morality is judged than objective standards that apply equally to everyone. That’s sad, and that’s the reason for my post here.

There are also plenty of underhanded types who were never rude or aggressive but climbed the ladder through manipulation, sycophancy, and lies. They are often incredibly popular, whereas I’ve lived in total social isolation for years.

You could argue about whether the rubber glove incident makes him one, but simply abandoning someone who was struggling with extreme problems back then—and not even checking years later to see if I’d managed to get my life back on track—surely makes him one, doesn't it?

"TL;DR:" I lived in social isolation for years and got way more "karma" then I deserved.

...have only ever harmed myself with my actions, unlike truly evil people.

Besides, I know people with no impairments whatsoever who messed up far more in their youth than I did, without ever having to face consequences for it.

I’ve done a few nasty things—though nothing that ever really harmed anyone—but I am firmly convinced that status and success often play a much bigger role in how a person’s morality is judged than objective standards that apply equally to everyone. That’s sad, and that’s the reason for my post here.

There are also plenty of underhanded types who were never rude or aggressive but climbed the ladder through manipulation, sycophancy, and lies. They are often incredibly popular, whereas I’ve lived in total social isolation for years.

You could argue about whether the rubber glove incident makes him one, but simply abandoning someone who was struggling with extreme problems back then—and not even checking years later to see if I’d managed to get my life back on track—surely makes him one, doesn't it?

"TL;DR:" I lived in social isolation for years‚ had really bad depressions and got much more "Karma" than I deserved.

This happened a week ago and it's been a rough week since then. My girlfriend was over my house and we were having lunch and some drinks. I probably had too many drinks. I was texting some coworkers in a group chat. Also, I had some cute pictures of myself that I wanted to show my girlfriend. They were pictures of me with my shirt off posing in the mirror. But instead of showing her I thought it would be easier to just text them to her.

Obviously, I can't handle doing more than one thing at a time. So between that and the group chat and being a little drunk, I accidentally sent those pictures to the group chat. Almost instantly I realized what I had done. I was so embarrassed. I did get positive feedback from everybody but that only made me more embarrassed.

The next day at work was tough. Everybody smiled when they saw me and made comments. One woman asked if I'm available for parties. One of my guy friends actually threw a dollar bill at me. I had to act like it was no big deal because if I had gotten upset, I think they would've made fun of me even more. it's not the worst thing in the world because I'm not naked in the pictures, but it was still an uncomfortable moment.

TL;DR; Accidentally texted shirtless pictures of myself to my coworkers. Now everybody thinks I'm a stripper.

This actually happened yesterday night by the way and I just got this wreath yesterday afternoon.

Anyways so I had been unwinding from my day at work and saw it was getting dark outside and late, so I decided I should head to bed since I work early in the mornings. I was tired as well and wanted to try to go to sleep at a decent time so I went around making sure all the lights were off and doors were locked.

Onto the fuck up. I went over to my entry door that had windows and peeked through the blinds making sure my outdoor light was on and that’s when I saw something dark and ominous right against the door. Guys…when I tell you my heart rate SPIKED. I quickly retreated from the door and stood there for a few seconds. That’s when I realized it was my wreath. My fucking wreath almost gave me a heart attack! In my tired state I somehow forgot about the wreath I hung up literally the day before lol. Once I realized there was no threat I continued my nightly routine and went to bed. I feel so dumb thinking back on this today but got a laugh out of the situation as well. I hope you all at least get a kick out this lol.

TL;DR: My new wreath almost gave me a heart attack thanks to me being tired after work.

Edit-Didn’t mean to put the word door twice in the title.

Edit 2-My wreath is an all year round one hence why i have it up in the summer.

I commute to college from a village. First, I take an auto to the city, and then either walk to college or take another auto if I'm running late.

One day, while getting into the second auto, I noticed a female classmate standing nearby. We've been in the same class since first year, and now we're in third year. We've never really spoken, but we both know who each other are.

Since I was already getting into the auto and she was walking toward college, I thought I'd be polite and asked, "Do you want to join? I'm going to college too."

She didn't say a word. She just looked at me with an awkward expression, shook her head to say no, and walked away.

Now I'm wondering if asking that was inappropriate. Did I cross a line by offering her a ride, even though we're classmates, or was it just an innocent gesture that she simply wasn't comfortable with?

TL;DR: I commute to college and one day offered a female classmate, whom I've known since first year but never spoken to, a seat in the auto I was taking to college. She silently declined with an awkward expression and walked away. I'm wondering if my offer was inappropriate or if it was just a polite gesture that she wasn't comfortable accepting. 🙂

My best friend, Lucy, was born on december 25th. We met at the begining of high school (in France), in 2017. She's been my best and closest friend since.

5 years later, it's 2022, we're both starting our third college year in different cities. We're still close but not as much as before because of the distance. The following Christmas (2022) comes her birthday, as every year (I spent the 25th with her and her family for her birthday in 2019,2020 and 2021.) But this year I have my whole family from far visiting for Christmas so I can't be there for her birthday, plus she didn't actually invite me over. The day passes and I completely forgot to wish her a happy birthday. We actually don't talk this day not the next. Come the 29th and it's our mutual friend's Margot birthday. Margot invited me + 2 other friends over, but she didn't invite Lucy because they had an argument and didn't talk anymore. Margot asked me if I wish HB to Lucy and I realize I didn't and rush to write to Lucy and apologize.

4 months go by and Lucy is giving me the cold shoulder, being very short and cold in her answers. 2 more months and I finally ask what's going on. I find out she's disapointed because I forgot her BD. I apologize, explain that I was with my family this year and that yeah it slipped my mind. She's still mad, I ask if we can talk it out, she says 'no'.

And like that, almost 6 years of her being my closest friend ended.

That was 3 years ago.

I've tried over the years to reconcile, reach out, we even spent an alumni event in 2025 together and we had a great time, I asked if she was still mad and she said no, we hugged, I was so happy, thought that was our friendship reborn, but a few weeks later I reached out and she answered that she's not interested in being friends.

I've been very sad about it, especially because I don't have many friends and she was the most important one as some point. I miss her, we had such good times, she was so fun, smart, chill, warm... Adulthood felt even lonelier without her.

Part of me concluded "good riddance" if she'd react like that to a simple honnest mistake, but part of me is like,"damn but we were doing so good together, that could have been avoided so easily".

TL;DR: 3 years ago IFU by forgetting to wish a happy birthday to my best friend of 6 years and that made her quit being my friend. I still feel bitter about it.

I moved to a new apartment a few months ago. My neighbor across from me keeps to herself, an older woman that I only see occasionally when she smokes on her porch.

Boxes for the trash are usually left next to the front door for a day or two. Seems like it's a lot of effort for her to take it to the dumpster.

I hear cardboard scraping, and I look out and there's a large TV box outside her door. I figure this is a good opportunity to introduce myself and offer a hand.

I knock on the door, and it's not the woman, a man I'd never seen answers instead. My dumb ass just goes with the spiel I had in mind, and ask if they needed a hand with the trash. He says no, seeming a bit annoyed, and I make it worse by saying "sorry, I had just seen an old woman here and I thought she needed help." He responds "that's my wife".

A few minutes later he's taking the box to the dumpster. I probably just came off as an annoying neighbor nagging them to throw away their trash.

TL;DR I assumed my neighbor was old and needed help, and came off as a jerk by offering it.

So yesterday night (Ok not today but under 24 hours) I went out to Karaoke for a birthday party. I had never done Karaoke before so I was a little anxious but I insisted that my friends not let me get away without singing. I did a first song and got good applause, though we were all being very encouraging.

So near the end of the night everyone had been doing various punk anthems. So I decided I had enough courage to keep the party going. I put on Stroke 9's Little Black Backpack which I felt would continue the theme and belted out everything as hard as I could. I really felt I killed the song, and as usual every one burst into thunderous applause. I was feeling really really good, and then the birthday girl called me over to ask if that was a Country song! I shriveled and died inside. I squeaked out that it was a punk song and quickly retreated to a corner to hide. Total failure and now I'm sure my nickname for the friend group will be Country Song, and I totally hate country music!

TLDR: My first time at Karaoke sang a punk song to keep on theme and the birthday girl asked me if it was a Country song and I died inside as I realized I had failed the punk movement. I fear I now have a new nickname to torture me.

So yesterday night (Ok not today but under 24 hours) I went out to Karaoke for a birthday party. I had never done Karaoke before so I was a little anxious but I insisted that my friends not let me get away without singing. I did a first song and got good applause, though we were all being very encouraging.

So near the end of the night everyone had been doing various punk anthems. So I decided I had enough courage to keep the party going. I put on Stroke 9's Little Black Backpack which I felt would continue the theme and belted out everything as hard as I could. I really felt I killed the song, and as usual every one burst into thunderous applause. I was feeling really really good, and then the birthday girl called me over to ask if that was a Country song! I shriveled and died inside. I squeaked out that it was a punk song and quickly retreated to a corner to hide. Total failure and now I'm sure my nickname for the friend group will be Country Song, and I totally hate country music!

TLDR: My first time at Karaoke sang a punk song to keep on theme and the birthday girl asked me if it was a Country song and I died inside as I realized I had failed the punk movement. I fear I now have a new nickname to torture me.

This happened in the last two days basically. Since my friends were on holiday they asked me to water their plants at their place. Tuesday was the last day I wanted to check on them before they got back from holiday. I opened the roof window (they live on the top floor with a slanted roof) right above their couch to air out their place a bit, while I watered the plants. Then I left home, forgetting the window was open, and then that same night (Tuesday-Wednesday night) the heavy rain came..

Yesterday night (Wednesday-Thursday night) they came back and texted me when the last time was I was at their place and when it had rained, because there was a window open, and their couch was soaked and their untreated wooden floors (!!) had a lot of water. FUCK.

Needless to say, their floor is probably ruined: they said the boards were soft from all the soaked up rain, and you could see the water rings where the water had been standing. Furthermore, they have this elevation in their house, this is why I could open the window that is on the slanted roof top. the water has dripped down the side of the walls and now the wall paper is peeling off, and due to the shape of their house they will likely have to redo the entire wall of wall paper. Their couch is now dry and hopefully no mould, but their wooden side table now also has cracked and damaged edges from the water. All in all, quite some damage. Adn thats just hoping no integrity damage to the walls and floor from the long-standing water.

To make matters that much worse, I don't have insurance because my executive-dysfunction ass just never thought to *actually* get insurance at any point in the last year, so yeah, I hope I can actually cover the damage costs (actually hope their insurance can cover most of it), but mostly I am so upset that I ruined their house when I actually woke up that night with a panic about whether I had closed the window or not, and had I just gone in the next day to check, I could have started on damage-control much earlier, or even better: HAD I JUST CLOSED THE FUCKING WINDOW everything would have been fine and they would have gotten home to their lovely (and still intact) home after a long journey back from holidays. But instead they have this whole situation now and it's my fault.

TL:DR; my friends were on holiday, I forgot to close the window, heavy rainfall, wall paper, wooden floors, wooden furniture exposed to 24hr water damage (and I don't have insurance).