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Trying to ignore the more traumatic shit and go for more lighthearted stuff here.

1. Almost got sent to one of those super shitty "troubled teen" places. Long story involved there, but luckily my father decided against it.

2. I am scared shitless of home breakin stuff. When I was 14 and basically living alone, I heard someone come inside the house. I knew it wasn't my dad, but there was no reason it'd be anyone else. They went downstairs, and I was just trying to assess what to do. Eventually (because I was a stupid and cocky child) I took the baseball bat I had and went to confront them. Ended up just being my brother who got kicked out trying to get some of his stuff back. BUT THEN like a week later I realize he stole a lot of our coin-money and our dead mom's jewelry to sell because he had a bad heroin addiction at the time. AND THEN my father blamed it on me and changed the locks on the house without telling me when I was at school so when I went home, I was locked outside (in the snow) until he decided to come home hours later. And that was my lesson on not "letting people into the house."

3. During the summer of 2014, I had a really bad mania episode and probably slept on average like... maybe 1-2 hours a night, sometimes 4-5 if I was lucky, and stayed up 3 days in a row often. Got to the point where I was hallucinating and having really bad delusions. Almost begged my dad to take me to a psychiatric hospital cause I was terrified, but I couldn't really explain why I just kept saying "this summer is the worst", and his legit response was, "Is it because you think you're gay?" WHICH HE SAID HE THOUGHT BECAUSE I ONCE SAID BOYS IN MY SCHOOL WEREN'T ATTRACTIVE. well he was right i am bisexual but i always laugh at the fact he thought my mental breakdown was because of gayness

I mean I guess this isn’t the craziest thing but I’ve met AOC personally and do have her actual phone number from working closely with her campaigns (I live in her district).

I don’t want to share too much info because I’d prefer to remain pretty anonymous but I will say that I still know and am in touch with a few people I met working on the campaigns who still work for her directly. I’m going to bed but if you all have any questions I’ll try to answer them tomorrow morning

mom dug up years old real estate information on one of my friends just to check if their parents were gay, cause she saw a pic of 2 men standing close together outside the house once, nearly stopped me cause she thought they were (they werent, that was their dad and uncle)

I had a wild turkey try to fight my car while I drove it once.

I saw a car stopped on the road, slowed down to see what was up, and a turkey ran up. The other car sped away and the turkey was just in front of my car being angry (presumably the turkey was blocking the other car previously).

I tried to back up since it was right against my hood and I didn’t want to run it over, but it just chased after me closing the gap.

I had to wait for a car to come from the other way, and the turkey to chase it. Then when I sped off after getting an opening, it chased me until I got up to 10 or 15 mph.

It was surreal

when i was in high school there was some stupid ass sorority that hazed girls in (think dazed and confused) and actually made you do some pretty nasty stuff. the senior girls intimidated us into even doing it by threatening to beat our asses if we refused (i never wanted to do it in the first place), so anyway under duress i did the stupid ass initiation where they kidnapped us, made us say which senior guy we most wanted to have sex w/ on a microphone in front of a crowd of spectators, wrestle the other freshman recruits in a kiddie pool of fish guts, and dance on a pole in front of everyone. cops rolled in right as it was my turn to go. added layer of insanity, my best friend at the time's mom (who supplied us with weed and booze from age 14-16) volunteered her house to have the event. she hid in the closet when the cops came, they didn't find her. the "sorority" disbanded that year.

Short version: I got shot with a crossbow

Long version: I was hanging out with some friends, we got a couple of beers and we're all having a good time.

Then one of them goes "check this out" and pulls out one of those little crossbow pistols.

He starts waving it around and before I can say "Don't fucking do that" he shoots it right into my right shoulder.

Lucky me, the bolt glanced off the bone and tore a gash across my chest before landing on the floor.

My friends start freaking out about the blood and to be fair, so did I.

I managed to tamp the wound with a towel and call up another friend who drove me to the hospital (best bud foreverz believe it).

I went into the ER knowing that my parents would fucking kill me if they knew that not only had I been underage drinking, but had gotten shot because of it, so I hatched a really stupid plan.

I gave my friend my wallet and phone and went into the hospital.

Gave them a fake name, but real address and pretended like I didn't speak English very well.

I got stitched back up and before anyone else could ask me anything (or God forbid, call ICE), I booked it out of there.

I went back home and basically spent a month hiding the fact that I had a grievous wound from my family.

Learned how to change bandages and keep a wound clean and how to remove stitches real damn fast.

Lucky as hell I didn't get an infection or anything, but I did have a boss scar for a while.

Suffice to say, I didn't ever hang out with that first set of guys ever again

I got swatted along with a bunch of other people when I was like 16.

Was chased by a drug dealer with a baseball bat, when I sped off one of his boys tried to block me in with his car so I hopped the curb and barely got away without crashing into anything. He wasn't even after me, just someone in my car lmao

when i was a little kid for some reason i woke up in the middle of the night. i began to get out of bed, maybe to go to the bathroom, so i bring myself to an upright position and find myself staring at the dark silhouette of a woman going through my bookcase. I sit entranced for a while, because for some reason the whole situation didn't feel weird, maybe I was half asleep. But then she turns her head and looks straight at me, which pulls me out of my stupor. She senses this and puts her finger to her mouth as if to say "shh." And so I nod my head, lie back down and pull the cover over my head. Eventually I fall back asleep

The weird thing I remember is not really being scared at all. Once she looked at me it was just sort of oh shit, this is what I need to do right now. Fear is not an emotion I remember.

Anyway I checked the bookcase the next day, nothing was out of place, everything was still there, nothing in the house was taken. Interesting.

Back when I was a kid a guy who stole a Pepsi truck crashed into a streetlight outside our house and it fell into our yard.

I was staying alone in a small shrine on top of a forested mountain in Japan, and in the middle of the night I woke up to something growling and scratching at the door trying to get in. It was either a demon or a bear, I don’t know which. Five minutes of staying dead still and the bastard wouldn’t give up, so I said fuck it and turned on my head lamp. It went silent and disappeared right after that.

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My mom worked for this guy who had a bunch of land somewhere out in the country. He invited everyone over for like a bbq. Guy was loaded and had like multiple golf carts on his land with driving paths. I brought a friend with me.

I look back on this now and along with some other crazy shit this dude did, but it should have been more apparent but I think this “friend” of my mine tried to kill me in one of the golf carts. Basically we were bombing around in this thing being shit heads, doing donuts all that. Throughout the whole thing he became more “annoyed” with me for no real reason. We both were going full speed and I told him to slow down, he then yanked the wheel hard left and just flipped this thing with my face and arms just driven into the ground. It fucking hurt, i was cut up and my arm barely could move and my knee just felt busted.

This kid was laughing and tried kicking me as I was picking myself up off the ground. Golf cart all fucked up, I was like “what the fuck dude this guy is going to fire my mom over this shit and I’m fucked up”.

Somehow we got the cart flipped over and restarted and I drove. Got it back to garage and parked it all the way up front so it didn’t stick out as it was all scraped the fuck up. Just went back to the bbq and I couldn’t shake this psycho the rest of the day.

I can’t remember much more about that incident to be honest, we made it back and then the thing was ending and we left shortly after that.

I wish it could say it ended there but I was friends with that guy for years after that, he tried something like a year and a half later and tried to strangle me and I beat his ass with an old AT&T telephone i had.

He did treat others like shit and caught a terrible beating for it. He dropped out of high school like a 1.5 years later and at that point I was distancing myself pretty far from him.

Anyways, I’m cool now, I honestly only think about all that shit maybe once or twice a year and I have had a lot other things hurt me that I worry about mad

I have no clue what happened to that guy. He is still around I think but I have no clue really. In retrospect tho, I consider me and anyone else that survived being around that guy to be some of the craziest shit I’ve ever had to deal with.