There are moments when you do something so stupid, thoughtless, and destructive, you can only shrug in terror and ask yourself "what have I done?!"
In some cases, a night of drinking or partying can lead to a decision that is face-palm inducing, but other times it's our clear sober brains that lead us down the path of silly regrets.
In a popular Reddit thread, the OP shared their most memorable "what have I done" story, and asked others to do the same.
1. From OP:
I once took 3 Viagra and 2 Ritalin at the same time when drunk.
It was a "spring break" cruise to Mexico. But even though it was spring break, the cruise was filled with senior citizens and families (this will be relevant later). We went ashore and drank all day, taking shots, talking with senoritas, and generally acting like idiots. On our way back to the ship my buddy and I saw a "farmacia" and decided go inside. Being drunk and a little horny, I decided to buy 3 viagra and 2 ritalin and wash it down with some beer. I honestly thought nothing of it. No one told me it was a bad idea. About 20 minutes later the realization of what I had done suddenly hit me like a sack of bricks: Oh shit. Oh holy f*cking sh*t, I thought. My dick. My dick's is going to f*cking explode.
Fast forward two hours. I was too stupid to try to make myself throw up. We are on the ship now. I'm walking around feeling kind of out of it. For some reason, everyone is giving me dirty looks. Parents are covering their kids eyes. Senior citizens are pointing at me. WTF? My dick, I realize. It's as erect as the ship's mast. I'm a sailor at full salute. I'm captain of the U.S.S. Richard Engorged. Swim trunks were a BAD IDEA. Then I start to hallucinate. I guess it was the ritalin. Who knew that shit can make you see things? I keep asking my friends "Do you like my ski boots?" and "Why does my dick feel like an explosion?" One of my friends decides to take me to the ship's mini hospital.
The girl at the front desk immediately recognizes me and says, "Ugh, you again?" Apparently I had been there the night before annoying them for an entire box of scented condoms (which they didn't have, and let's be honest, I didn't need--not even one). Whatever. I tell them "I've taken 3 viagra, 2 ritalin, around 12 drinks, and my dick feels like an explosion. How much money is it gonna cost for you to tell me I'm gonna live?" She tries to be professional. She looks down at my dick. She giggles. Maybe she doesn't like my ski boots, I think.
The nurses start to giggle. They wake up the doctor (because this is late at night) and I can hear him laugh his fucking head off through the phone. She says it'll be $150 dollars for a heart monitor (EKG or whatever). F*cking worth it. This tiny Asian woman who barely speaks English lays me down to do a heart monitor, but I have soo much chest hair that he has to shave me in 6 spots to put the electrodes on me.
She says I'm going to live. Try not to get aroused by anything, or you could hurt your penis, she says.
My dick is going up and down like the stock market. I leave the hospital and go back to the room. I lock myself in the bathroom and try to rub one out to relieve the pressure. It hurts terribly to masturbate. I lay down in the shower and try to think of grandma so I don't get any more aroused.
I lay naked under some bed sheets as my friends remind me that I'm the stupidest person ever.
WORST SKI TRIP EVER.
I gave my brother's guinea pig a Viking funeral. In retrospect, it should not have been in a public park and fueled by gasoline.
Not me but a friend. Got a text from him one morning when he had just gotten to the gym. Sitting down by the weights: "Took e [ecstasy] instead of a vitamin. I'm rolling balls, and it's 9am."
In an attempt to make 'iced coffee' I mixed fifteen sachets of instant espresso with 2L of milk. I could barely taste the coffee so I gave up. For some stupid reason, I drank the entire carton of milk and now had the caffeine of fifteen cups of espresso in my system. The next twelve hours were horrible.
I ate a pot brownie, nothing happened after 30 minutes, so I ATE ANOTHER ONE.
So first some background. My 7th grade English teacher was this really awesome and laid back guy, who pretty much lets us do what we want. So I often played games with my friends while also doing research and whatnot. One day he had a sub who wasn't really paying attention, so what the hell, me and my friends decide to play truth or dare. It goes well at first and we have some good laughs, but then it happened.
One of my friends dares me to pick a random girl in the class, pull her hair, and yell 'is that a wig?!' so I do. I find some random chick, proceed to yank off her wig, and proclaim for the whole class to hear 'IS THAT A WIG?!' Holy sh*t I've made a huge mistake. She actually has a wig. I slowly walk back to my seat and sit down. The girl runs from the classroom crying room. That was not a fun day. tl;dr Played truth or dare, ended up yanking off some chicks wig.
Dropping an Uncle Bens bag of rice in a pot of boiling water.
While it was falling I thought: "Well, that's pretty stupid. It's gonna splash. TAKE COVER!"
Luckily, I wasn't hit.
This is basically just a re-cap of a night I had under the influence of methamphetamine. The story isn't particularly well written and the tense seems to change pretty dramatically mid way through - both because I'm just not a very good writer, and because I was probably still high when I wrote this. What it is though, is a testimony to the crazy sh*t drugs can do to you. I wasn't even fully aware you could have a trip like this by taking a drug that's solely a stimulant. I ignorantly assumed that 'bad trips' were reserved for hallucinogenics like acid or mushrooms.
Meth is an uncommon drug here - dexamphetamine generally being the common British stimulant of choice - which is why I thought I may as well give it a try given that I had the chance. In hindsight, not the greatest decision I've ever made, and the experience is one that I expect to live with me (or haunt me) for the rest of my days.
So, basically, I went clubbing on Monday night. Nothing out of the ordinary, just had a few drinks in my friend's house then moved on to a nearby club. Wasn't planning on getting properly f*cked up, just wanted to go clubbing and blow off some steam. At some point when we were in the club though, one of us decided that we wanted some E. I phoned a friend, and it was on its way within about 10-15 minutes.
When my dealer met us, he came with the ecstasy plus a sh*tload of other powders - one of them being the meth. It was cheap, we hadn't tried it, it was pretty rare and it was meant to be top stuff, so we thought 'fuck it' and bought a fair whack. It was almost closing time at the club, so we decided to just continue the party back at the flat. We got back and immediately dug in. It was in powder form, and not crystal like is common, so I just wrapped some in a cigarette paper and bombed it.
After 20-30 minutes, it hit me. I had felt nothing quite like this before; no drug was this good. Nothing could get me down at that time - was pure euphoria. We sat up drinking, talking and taking more and more meth. No-one wanted it to end. Before I knew it, it was 7pm - 24 hours after we had begun our night. Everything had seemed fine, but then something inside me changed.
My friend (who, let's just say is involved with a fair amount of undesirables), made a comment about something relating to me, and it sparked a massive surge of paranoia inside of me. In my mind, everything she said after this had an underlying meaning, and it all related to the conspiracy to have me killed. She tried to give me a glass of water, but I couldn't and wouldn't drink it - it was full of poison. She offered me a sleeping tablet...but what was going to happen to me if I fell asleep? If I stayed in the flat any longer, I was going to die...I was sure of it.
I let her know that I had to go downstairs, right now. My shoes were through in the main room, and I couldn't risk going through there. I frantically tried to unlock the door but the key wouldn't turn. I thought I was trapped and begged for her to let me out. She did that, and I immediately ran down the stairs and into the fresh air. She came down with me to talk to me about wtf was going on. I couldn't talk though. 2 people were coming from the car park - coming for me. She said they were her neighbors, but I knew they were in on it. I darted back into the building, and used the other exit. I then ran as fast as I could to get away from these people. My shoes were surplus to requirements. Losing them was a small price to pay in exchange for my life. So in my socks I ran, and ran, and ran.
Eventually, I ended up in the center of town, still absolutely petrified. Things took a further turn for the worse when I realized I was being followed. Every car I could see, every person I could see, they were all a part of it. How did she get all these people to play a part in this? I went into the nearest bar for help, and pleaded to the barman to use the phone. Eyes from around the bar pierced the back of my head. I knew that they knew who I was, I had to get out. So again, I ran, and again, I went into another bar and begged for help. Was no use though as no-one would let me use their phone. I was f*cked.
I walked out onto the main street and sat on a corner. People walked past me and I urged them to take me away - I wasn't going to run or fight anymore. I didn't know what they were waiting for? Why weren't they doing anything to me? Nobody would acknowledge me though - they were just trying to keep up the act, and be inconspicuous. I got into a taxi and told the driver that I'd given up. Told him to take me wherever I needed to go, and I wouldn't go with a fight. He wouldn't have it. I got back out and sat down, confused.
I then smelled something strange when the taxi departed. At that moment I realized what was happening. Every car that went past was poisoning me with their exhausts. I was on the verge of collapse - I had to stop inhaling the fumes. I got up and began to walk again, with my t-shirt placed over my mouth. Cars drove slowly beside me, then accelerated so that I bore the full brunt of the poisonous substances they were excreting. It wouldn't go through the t-shirt though. More gas was being sprayed at me from the trees on either side of the road too. I felt smarter than ever - knowing the intricacies of their plan, and beating it. I noticed the ground shimmering in the light - crystals glistening at me. Were they putting poison on the ground now? I wished I had my shoes on...
As I proceeded along the path carefully, it popped into my head that I had no idea where the f*ck I was. I assumed that it wasn't even a real place. No, this place was an invention of the people that were conspiring against me - all part of this huge plan. I kept walking despite my reservations. At the end of the road I was met by a police car. They stopped me, and began to question me. "What's your name?", "What's your address?", "Have you taken any drugs?". I didn't need to reply though, they already knew the answer to every question they asked - they were in on it. I gave them my ID, they could have it, I didn't care.
They gave me it back and I immediately threw it away. I couldn't run the risk of them putting poison on it. A police van came. They said they were taking me to the Royal Infirmary Hospital for an evaluation, I didn't believe them. I was put in the back of the van, and I sat in the enclosed space waiting for the gas to start seeping in - it didn't come. When I got to the hospital, the police officer got my mum on the phone while we waited. I spoke for a couple of minutes before bursting into laughter, handing the phone to the officer, and commending the 'police' for getting such a good actress to play my mum. I chatted nonsense to them while I waited.
The next imposter arrived. The 'psychologist' took me through to a room and asked me a bunch of questions. I answered them all honestly, and he told me I was free to go as it was obviously just drug-related psychosis/paranoia, and not another mental issue. I told him that I knew what the real plan was here, and I knew what was going to happen when I left with the 2 men...
To my confusion and surprise, the police took me home. The officers walked me to my door then explained in brief to my mum what had happened. I laughed hysterically while they did so. After they left, I went and sat on the sofa in my lounge for 4 hours. Here, I just sat and gazed into a mirror for about half an hour. People were appearing behind me in the mirror, and various objects were morphing into people I know (only a couple of days ago did I realize that there isn't even a mirror in my living room - I had hallucinated that too). I then listened to people slipping in and out of my windows, setting up gas dispensers in my house. I didn't care, I was too tired to care any more.
That's about it really. I woke up the day after and still felt loopy. Even now I feel fucked in the head, and like I'm never going to be right again. I can't believe the above story actually happened to me. Never realized I had it in me, and it's frightening to think how close I am to being psychotic.
I got blasted with some mates, got hungry, microwaved some uncooked chicken kebabs for like 30 seconds, still raw but so drunk I chowed them down anyhow. Woke up the next morning with an 'I shouldn't be alive' moment.
This is something my husband did. We had a houseful of babies over with visiting families. The house was literally crawling with them! There was one sitting on the kitchen floor and my hub was exiting the kitchen by stepping over a baby gate (we had those babies on 24/7 lockdown!). He stepped over the gate with his lanky left leg and as he was bringing his right leg over he clocked that baby right under his poor unsuspecting chin. Poor little guy went over flat on his back stunned. The baby was shocked too. Haha. See what I did there.
TL;DL: husband accidentally kicked a baby in the chops. Not our baby so it's all good.
This May I had finals. These are the kind of classes where you get one test.
Everyone takes the test on their computer with special software that locks out everything except the software etc. Everyone needs a laptop essentially.
The night before my last final, I'm running a bunch of programs and skype and somethings while I study and chat, so it is overheating.
I decide to use this supposedly great cooling fan to cool down my computer. The important thing is it plugs in by USB, and it is angled, and all the "pads" on the cooling fan are missing
The next important fact is that my internet was running sh*tty (the wifi) so I plugged in my ethernet cable, and it ran between my legs.
I had to grab my cell phone which was behind me on my bed, so I pushed off (rolling chair).
As I flew backward, my foot pulls the ethernet cable, my laptop smacks into the ground in slow motion. I stop paralyzed everything s super slow.
The USB cable pulls the fucking cooling fan pad, over the edge of the desk and BAM center of the screen of the laptop.
Shattered. I had a final the next day, it was 10 pm, and I had no computer.
Luckily my roommate had a carbon copy of my laptop, and I borrowed his (no overlapping finals was SUPER LUCKY).
But, for about an hour, I thought I was going to have to write the final by hand, which is f*cking suicide given the amount of time we had and my hanwriting.
It's still broken, I just use an LCD monitor.
PROOF
It looks even worse than I remembered : (
I've done so much stupid sh*t I can't remember even half of it all, but I'll give you two from recent memory.
Actually only a few days ago I was running on a treadmill. I decided as I was finishing up that I would end the run with a little sprinting and then jump off when I was done. I cranked the treadmill up to 10 mph and ran for a few tenths of a mile, then jumped to put my feet on the sides. Well, I pretty much fell right on my stomach. In an attempt to keep the tread away from my face I hold on to the bars only to get my stomach all f*cked up. Felt like such a dumba*s both for sprinting on a treadmill and trying to jump off when there were like 3 better options right in front of me.
A few months ago I'd been having some issues with blue screen errors and random graphics card errors so I decided to do some tech work on it. I tried reinstalling the graphics card drivers to no avail and found the control panel application for my graphics card had been uninstalled and I never reinstalled it, all the while I have little idea what I'm doing. Cut forward about 3 or 4 technical errors and I'm trying to reinstall my .NET framework. Not sure what it was I screwed up but next thing I know my computer is completely and utterly screwed over. At this point, I'm sweating bullets. Thankfully my roommate made me aware of System Restore and I patched my computer up.
So about 2 years ago I went to an EDM concert with a buddy and we were planning on taking Molly so we had a baggy with .5 grams in it and this was really good Molly I mean 81% pure and shipped in from Amsterdam. Well at the time said buddy was planning on trying out a new drug called MXE.
The 2 drugs look very similar-both a yellowish-brown powdered crystal -but MXE is a very strong dissociative while Molly(ecstasy) is an upper.
I picked up my friend and we did a few lines of what we thought was Molly and some adderall and headed to the venue. We get there and my buddy has us on the VIP list so we get in for free and I head to the bathroom to take a quick piss before meeting up with some friends. Coming out of the bathroom I run into this gorgeous girl who goes to my college and I've known for a while, we start talking and she asks me if I want to dance, at this point I'm starting to 'feel it' so I'm absolutely ecstatic that I'm going to get to dance with amazing girl.
We find a spot and start dancing as the main DJ starts his set. About 10 minutes into the set I'm starting to feel really weird- my balance is off, I'm hallucinating mildly and I don't feel like I'm rolling anymore- so I ask this girl to go get us drinks so I can try and pull my shit together while she's gone. Well, she leaves and I'm trying to snap out of the drug-induced haze I'm in; it seems like 30 seconds had passed and she's back with the drinks already! F*ck...
We keep dancing and I'm not really drinking my drink since I felt so f*cked up. Eventually, I feel so hopelessly high that I tell her I have to sit down, she offers to come with so I say sure and grab her by the hand and we start walking to a seating area. The rest of the night is a blur but I managed to make it to the seating area but somewhere along the way I lost my girl.
So at this point in the story I want to explain a few things:
1- I have no idea where the friend I came with is.
2- I realize my friend switched the bags accidentally (this is the oh f*ck, what have I done moment).
3- MXE is an analog of ketamine, which means it is a very strong dissociative; I was planning on taking .25 grams of Molly but wound up taking .25 grams of mxe instead which is a strong dose for a first time user.
Imagine an mxe trip like an airplane trip: you start to feel mild effects(colors are brighter, slight loss of balance and you begin to feel a mild euphoria mixed with a minimal loss of motorskills) for about 30 minutes(taxi-ing), then it starts to really hit you(takeoff), this lasts about 5-10 minutes (hallucinations are more vivid and you start to feel disconnected from your body and it's hard to walk correctly (my friend calls it the reptar walk and compares it to when the Rugrats were controlling the reptar robot in the movie)) finally your full out tripping (the captain would announce we have reached our cruising altitude of 30,000 feet and we will start serving drinks momentarily. Our in-flight feature will be The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnasus)
I wound up spending the entire concert -about 2 hours, mxe is fairly short-lived- losing my mind in the seating area. It was one of the most beautifully horrifying experiences of my life. Imagine the gates of heaven in all their glory opening, beckoning you forward only to be engulfed in hellfire when you approach them. From this you have been taught the meaning of existence, the meaning of love, the depth of hate, the beauty of destruction, the reason you are; only for it to be forgotten moments later because the next hallucination of the world being devoured by an unknown entity of infinite evil has made you realize the absolute inevitable truth that is the end of existence, your existence.
These were the things I saw when I closed my eyes, and no matter how eloquently I attempt to describe what I experienced my words do no come close to the level of reality, horror and sheer beauty that my trip reached.
On top of that, any time I tried to stand up to try and find anyone I knew I found my legs refused to work. Eventually, the effects wore off during the final song so I got up and tried to salvage the night, I found the girl I had lost and explained what happened and she was extremely cool an understanding and actually gave me her number. I found my friend afterward and we called it a night and went home.
Sorry, this is so damn long, and sorry if there are any grammar mistakes I wrote this on my phone.
TL;DR: Switched up the bags.
Late night finishing up a report at the library with a teammate. The dude is a perfectionist and wants to reformat everything I did. I had already spent the past 6+ hrs on it, and hours on it before that, so I was obviously pissed. So we agreed that he can fix whatever the heck he wants, I'm done with my share. I then had to do HW for another class, shit gets more frustrating (not being able to get the correct answers etc).
I felt kinda bad cuz he's reformatting it by himself even though he chooses to do it his own way, and so I check in on him from time to time, only to get even more stressed. The report is due next morning at 8AM, so we decided to turn it in before we head home. We packed our things and head out to the building where HW dropbox is at to end this stressful day. This was on a snowy day in March, and the ice was just good enough for packing for making a snowman. Apparently right outside of the library, there was a snowman about 5 ft tall. It didn't have a whole lot of decorations.
So I jokingly said to my friend, "holy sh*t, snowman. it's a f*cking snowman." I looked around, there's no one near it at all. "I'm going knock its head off." I gave the head a gently push, and it crashed to the ground. The moment I did that, I felt so bad. It was a judgmental lapse. God, someone spent a few hrs making this thing. Few minutes later, as we're about to enter the building, where the half snowman is still within sight, a good 150 ft away, someone started to yell, and starting "HEY, WHY THE HELL DID THE SNOWMAN DID TO YOU?" We're scared sh*tless and ran.
TL;DR: I'm a douchebag and I punched a snowman on purpose to relieve stress.