When I was a kid I had a hypothesis that autistic people simply lacked souls and that that explained their symptoms. (I don't think this anymore)
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I underwent a total dickectomy
Technical term is a loppitoffamy
"Gotcha fam!" Chops off your dick
If that was voluntary, great job!
It was, totally intentional lol
I kicked a decrepit german shepard to death.
WHY?!
Wasn't my fault really, the owner had trained his dog to be aggressive and I was deathly afraid of dogs. The animal escaped the leash and charged me, I don't know if it would have bitten me, but I instinctively kicked it in the face... I'm an extremely overweight guy and was scared shitless, that's propably why my leg had some serious power behind it, so I kicked that poor puppies snout straight into its braincase.
Still have nightmares of that day. Good news is: I have sinced learned to be less afraid and love dogs now. I even regularly put my hand down the throat of a huge japanese Akita Inu who loves me to death and pull on his teeth in play.
Theres a lot of shitty dog owners out there. Also, glad you’re able to work through the phobia.
In my school there was a kid who consistently made plans to SA other students and regularly bragged about it. The school administration not only knew but actively went out of their way to defend him.
SA?
Either sexually assault or Sturm Abteilung... neither is good
sexually assault
almost blew myself up for good after a pistol flare exploded half a meter from my face.
went to the ER with superficial burns on my left hand and hearing damage that still rears its ugly head out to this day.
each time i think about that moment i realise that if i had been in any other position when that flare blew up i probably wouldn't be here today
I went for a walk on the Hudson Bay coast of far northern Ontario once when I was a teenager and we saw a polar bear. We're Indigenous and my family has connections up there so we went to visit them many times when I was growing up.
We had seen the bear a few days before from the safety of a frieghter canoe filled with a group of hunters with high powered rifles. We were in a 24 foot canoe and the bear was a huge adult that was probably about 12 to 15 feet long on four limbs and probably 20 feet standing. We looked at each other for a while and then dad and his hunter relatives fired warning shots next to the bear. The spray of firing a high powered shot in mud and clay is like a mini explosion or a land mine going off. It scared the bear enough that it started running. The land there is completely flat and featureless and the bear was gone on the horizon as a speck in a matter of minutes. We didn't want it near our camp.
My cousin and I went for a walk later, we came across the big claw marks of the adult polar bear in the mud and clay of the seashore. The marks were huge and it looked like it was made by a small backhoe or tractor. Clean cut marks from four huge claws with each limb. We were impressed and measured them with our feet and hands and head. We said to ourselves, hey this thing could tear us apart in seconds.
It was then that we realized, we about an hour long walk back to camp, we're alone and this bear could reappear at any moment and come running or even just walk fast at us from far away in a matter of minutes. All we had were shotguns to go bird hunting and we were just 16 year old kids. And we couldn't really walk fast in the muddy clay and tundra marsh where we were.
If the bear had been anywhere near us that day ... we would have been one of those little box newspapers stories of two teens that got killed by a bear in the northern wilderness.
Context is really important. If he’s an undertaker it might be a bit odd, but a final act of love for his wife.
But if he’s a trucker, for example, that’s more than slightly odd.
He was a very occasional funeral director when he was sober enough to run one on behalf of his friend who owned the home. He wasn't even professionally trained at any of it, but yeah for some reason they let him embalm her and so her hair and makeup and all. I guess in small towns it's not that uncommon for the undertaker to make up their relatives, but my guess would be that it's a big no no to embalm them even when you are the undertaker, which my neighbour definitely wasn't. It's amazing what an old boys club small town boomer friendship can result in.
As odd as he was and usually full of a barrel of terrible whiskey, I still miss him. We generally agree that he committed suicide.
In funeral director circles, the topic of embalming your loved ones comes up a lot. Some people want to, so they know they get the best care. Some people, like me, would rather ask an embalmer they trust to do it.
As far as embalming certification, it varies by state. Colorado is notorious for embalming not requiring licensure. Minnesota requires a 4 year degree. So it's hard to say if he was official or not.
I can honestly say I don't feel the emotion of guilt. I'm not a psychopath. I have a conscience and have a very strong moral compass.
But I don't feel guilty. Just fear of getting caught... In fact what I feel most is fear. The only person who I feel happy with is my girlfriend and if she ever breaks up with me it'll probably break me as a man.
But I don't feel guilty. Just fear of getting caught...
That sounds an awful lot like you're cheating on her.
I was lucky to have survived having gone my first 5 years of life with a heart valve that was back bleeding.
I also cannot tell when I'm having a ear infection unless liquid comes oozing out. I have had some many in my life that they just don't hurt at all.
I spend time on google maps just browsing, learning where different places are in the world.
One time someone put a burred out map showing their location and I knew exactly where they were.
I promise never to use this power for evil.
I do a band count before I start peeing into the toilet….
“A-one, a-two, a-one-two-three-four!” peeeeeeeeeeeee
I then usually start singing a tv show theme song like Happy Days as I keep the flow going. Disturbed yet?
The town's undertaker embalms everyone who does not embalm themselves. Who embalms the undertaker?
As an embalmer, I will be cremated. If people knew what we do to them when we embalm, fewer people would choose it.
Always two there are, a master and an apprentice.
when encountering new people i am open and friendly, but mask up as they start saying things that let me know they are not safe people. at some point they become unsettled and go away.
I ate my twin in the womb.
Same! I was left with a small vestigial growth on the side of my pinky that baby me used as a fidget until they cut it off.
After telling a handful of stories to the goblin students I work with, one suggested that my life is so interesting because I have to live two people worth of experiences.