I had a neighbour who embalmed his own wife.
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My parents made me way too casual of a liar..
Okay it might have been my fault
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I'm really good at operating vehicles and other heavy machinery while on LSD, it doesn't significantly impair my coordination or reflexes. Delivered pizzas, drove a forklift once, and left more than a handful of underwhelming/unpleasant trip parties without having to wait til I came down. I suspect it's a combination of my particular neurodivergence plus a lot of practice gaming while tripping, hard to prove though.
Go watch the end of wolf of wall street. The part where they think they are driving amazingly.
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Context is really important. If heβs an undertaker it might be a bit odd, but a final act of love for his wife.
But if heβs a trucker, for example, thatβs more than slightly odd.
Taxidermist?
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Upvoted for being genuinely the scariest. It's not scary that you're really good. It's scary that you actually believe yourself.
Depends on the person, some people are worse than average without stims.
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Yes, dad taught us that a shot gun wouldn't defend against a bear. He said if we were ever in that situation to aim for the face, eyes and nose and hope to blind it and give you a chance to run.
But with a bear as powerful as polar bear, chances are still high that that won't work.
A 303 rifle shot in the mud is like an explosion, it's very dramatic, loud and visual. It does scare a bear.
A shotgun blast in the mud is not as dramatic, unless you fire it about 20 feet away from you .... which is too close to you and the bear.
First time I fired my AR-15 (NOT a high powered rifle) in the swamp it was raining mud. On my brand new white gun. LOL, I felt like an idiot.
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Upvoted for being genuinely the scariest. It's not scary that you're really good. It's scary that you actually believe yourself.
I have a sub aracnoid cyst, It started growing and shoving my brain into my spine, I had brain surgery, and I'm on a combo of meds that would kill a normal person. I experience hallucinations that I can never turn off all the time. Sparks, trailers, things that aren't melting melting, usually numbers and letters, sometimes everything is technocolor, sometimes double vision, tunnel vision, White noise often sounds like angelic singing, I hear my name a lot when there's no sounds, anyways. I live a mostly, kind of sort of, normal life. Driving isn't really a problem, it's not my reaction times or decision making that's the issue, and the reality I see is doing weird shit, but I don't see things in the wrong place. But also, these aren't all happening all the time, abs if I get a few happening at once, I'll try and take it easy. Things have gotten better with the dissolution of my former relationship. A lot less random dramatic stress.
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I'm 99% sure I know my killer is me... eventually as my spine falls apart and suffering massively increases with time. And I'm okay with that so long as it is my choice. When people talk about suicide, I strongly believe in the saying, "no permanent solutions for temporary problems." But I strongly believe in this saying from both perspectives, aka "permanent solutions are your personal choice that I fully respect as an unalienable human right, if you choose, due to permanent problems." Anyone trying to steal such an unalienable human right from another is exceptionally ignorant of the magnitude of potential suffering and is criminally sadistic as far as I'm concerned.
I also have chronic pain and it's really the worst. Sorry you're saddled with it too. It's interesting how if you say what you just did to "normal people", they'll often react by trying to talk you out of your opinion, but chronic pain sufferers usually just grunt their agreement.
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has anything made sense after the pandemic?
Many aspects of my life are consistent
What specifically has changed for you? (my question was for the person above you, btw, I do not mean to abandon that thread)
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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.
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I was witness to a very gorey and fatal lathe accident. It was bad enough that they shut the shop down for a month and paid for some therapy.
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When I was a kid I told a Special Ed teacher who I trusted that one of the gym teachers was having sex with high school students and grooming girls as young as 14.
Rather than report this to the authorities he told the gym teacher what was said. The next day the gym teacher (who was a big former semi-pro football player or something like that) cornered me and intimidated me into shutting my mouth.
2 years later a former student confronted the gym teacher's wife. In the fallout his behavior came to light and he left our school and went to teach a few towns over. The Special Ed teacher joked about it after the fact.
It was probably 20 years before I fully understood the scope of how disgusting that situation was.
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I was witness to a very gorey and fatal lathe accident. It was bad enough that they shut the shop down for a month and paid for some therapy.
Jesus fuck that sounds bad... sorry about that.
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When I was a kid I told a Special Ed teacher who I trusted that one of the gym teachers was having sex with high school students and grooming girls as young as 14.
Rather than report this to the authorities he told the gym teacher what was said. The next day the gym teacher (who was a big former semi-pro football player or something like that) cornered me and intimidated me into shutting my mouth.
2 years later a former student confronted the gym teacher's wife. In the fallout his behavior came to light and he left our school and went to teach a few towns over. The Special Ed teacher joked about it after the fact.
It was probably 20 years before I fully understood the scope of how disgusting that situation was.
Big props for you trying to get people involved though, most obviously did nothing.
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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.
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Just wanted to shout out the seterra quiz section that's on their site too. They have a bunch of other well put together geography games besides the street view game. I'm addicted to the '220+ countries and territories' one, even though I still only get like 70-80%. Eventually ill learn all those islands.
Seterra was my preferred quiz site to practice for Geography tests!
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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.
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I once walked around for two days with a piece of someone else's bone stuck in my thumb.
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I promise you he fucked her one more time.
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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.
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I realized I was trans in middle school, i said something suicidal to my friend and he told on me. I never really talked to the therapists because my mom was very homophobic. I got put on antidepressants and suppressed my feelings so hard I can hardly remember my childhood.
5 years later my depression went into "full remission" couple of months before I came out. I then 180Β°d and got sent to the psych ward for suicide ideation this February.The only thing that stopped me from killing myself is the realization that my cat would be rubbing against my body for pets in the ~10 hours it would take for my family to find me. I was planning to buy a knife after work but broke down in the bathroom.
