In a religious church/school I attended, we had a “revival” week in which kids took to destroying their “secular” CDs, etc. It became sort of a game of oneupmanship mixed with a dash of Satanic Panic. You could brag in chapel about it and get kudos, look good in front of everyone. One pre-teen/young teenage girl went home and put her Ouija board in a tub of gasoline and lit it. She barely survived, spent months in the hospital, and was never the same, obviously. The adults then comforted themselves by telling everyone that she had seen red eyes in the flames. It was for the best, you see, the Ouija board did indeed have a demon inside. After, she got really into Marilyn Manson, wearing all black, etc. so they cast her as the evil kid to feel even better, I guess.
The end.
Did I do it right? Did I do good?
That’s insane!
My knife collection began because I was suicidal.
To keep myself around I got a bunch of knives so I wouldn’t pick a favorite and “dissapoint” the others.
…I got better.
You know, that is one of the most creative safety solutions I have heard. Glad you came up with it (probably due to still wanting to fight). The fight never stops, hope you are still doing well.
I have my moments, just like everyone else, but I have more good ones than bad ones. I do have a genuine love for knives though now, and still don’t have a favorite.
I keep seeing videos of a guy who buys TSA confiscated knives by weight & laughs at them for sucking, and I laugh harder because my angsty teenage self collected a lot of them back in the day.
I love this so much, is it that you have a lot of empathy?
Yep – It’s a gift & a curse.
I find it super easy to put myself in other people’s shoes and see what they’re going through, but I have a hard time expressing my own feelings. It’s turned me into a bit of a loner, but I do have a small circle of people I know & trust that I can be myself with.
I hear ya. I’m participating in a hiring panel and finding it really tough to reject candidates, especially when they’re nice. I just feel so much for them.
Hard not to start building a tough shell, take care of yourself
Suppose I have it similar, don’t remember when exactly I got into knives but was depressed since 14 so it correlates.
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.
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.
For serious. The story of Hisashi Ouchi should be enough to convince anyone with an ounce of heart that assisted suicide needs to be a human right. Kept alive for 83 days when he was begging to be put down while he was conscious. His cells literally did not have any more valid DNA. He was a dead man being kept alive, because his family refused to allow the doctors to pull the plug.
Insane, inhuman torture because your own family cannot let you go… Such absolute selfish insanity from them.
I recommend you check out Wendigoon’s video on the subject. There was some faulty reporting on what actually went on there. The doctors, nurses and the family were not monsters and Hisachi himself was not begging for death. He tried to hold on to life for the sake of his family. It is a very touching story that fell victim to sensationalism because apparently, going through insane radiation sickness wasn’t sensational enough.
I’ve seen several videos on it and most said he did. Not at first. Later, when he was near comatose.
don’t say any of that to anyone in person. you might get section 12’d
Society deserves more capable system thinkers
That’s what I made !complexity@lemmy.world for 😁
Euthanasia for is legal for many terminal conditions that involve extreme suffering in in a few countries now: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Legality_of_euthanasia
What does this mean?
Going off context, I’d guess it’s like California’s 5150. If you threaten harm on yourself they give you a pair of really cool socks to calm you down.
Ah, I see. I was finding Canadian results but we have medical assistance in dying (MAID) now.
At least Canada is more honest, in that the government wants their citizens to fucking kill themselves rather than pay to help them first.
I’m sorry to hear about your pain. I have chronic pain but I’m very young so I’m not close to this point yet. I understand how hard it is just to function day to day. Good luck man
Honestly I can’t refute that. Thankfully, euthanisation is legal in some countries (The Netherlands & Switzerland) but many countries need to catch up to it. I’m sorry that you are going through what you are going through, and I hope that you will be able to go on your terms rather than your illness’ terms
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.
I think AI will just cure that…if you have the money.
My lungs are 21 years older than I am. My new lungs were put in using a clamshell incision and arching my back… don’t look it up if you’re squeamish, it’s pretty scary looking
So if I undetstand the images I found correctly: They basically reloaded your lungs like a break action shotgun?
I’ve seen them, I worked in a CF clinic before. Yikes. Do they work?
So like a reverse blood eagle?
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 180°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.
I’m glad you stayed.
I’m glad you’re still here.
Every time I have ever gotten to that point (not for at least 6 years now), it’s been my pets that immediately pulled me back. When I lived alone, I left myself sticky notes in places I would see when I needed them that said things like “your pets love you unconditionally” and “you’re Maya’s (my dog at the time. She’s died of old age at 15 since then) whole world”
When I was younger, I believed that if a woman was raped, it was her fault for what she was wearing. My highschool friends called me the most unempathetic person they’d ever met and I was proud of that.
Thankfully I’ve turned right around on all that and learned empathy. I’m ashamed for my younger self, but I know they were just doing the best they could with the very few tools they were given.
I am in the same situation. “When I was a child I was the most unhinged asshole I know” is extremly common in this community and I have no clue why.
just a guess, but it could be because kids are dumb and we were all kids once trying to figure out the world with no experience. And then on top of that we tend to remember the cringe moments about ourselves even though those moments were likely an after thought to those around us.
Also, just guessing, there was a crappy role model or two.
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.
20 fucking feet tall ? is that possible ? forgive me but I’ve never seen a bear and it sounds like fantasy to me
They were likely misremembering scale on account of being a teenager at the time. The tallest recorded (standing on hind legs) was 12ft (4m). They are massive creatures.
You had shotguns, could have rescared the bear
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.
Or simply pissed it off enough to attack. It’s a gamble antagonizing any predator when you do not have the means to actually defend yourself.
Polar bears, unlike other bears, will actively prey upon humans, given the opportunity. Such an encounter is a “do everything that you can to dissuade it” sort of situation. Food is hard to come by in the North, if a polar bear gets within shotgun range, it’s almost certainly going for a snack.
Exactly, and a shotgun with birdshot is not going to convince it that you are a mortal threat. Using one against a bear that maybe wasn’t going to eat you might just convince it that you need to be dead anyways.
Note: This is in the context where the bear returns with them on land following its tracks, not with them on the boat. Scaring it from the boat was still the right call.
Ooo!
Ok, this isn’t nearly as unique or exciting, but the last time I went backpacking with my dad in the Frank Church River of No Return Wilderness, we were hiking around a lake and saw some really nice deer tracks in the almost muddy soil of the lake shore, like you could make nice molds out of. We go a bit further, and I’m looking at the tracks because they’re so pristine, deep, and perfect, and I see a cats paw join the tracks. The paw print was bigger than my hand, and I’m a grown-ass man.
I was half worried about meeting that cat; I’m no tracker, but I suspect the tracks had been made the previous night or that morning. The other half of me was sorry for that deer.
We weren’t hunting and had no guns, but I bought a Pelican case for our next trip; that was our last one together, though.
I always love thinking about what wild cats could do to a person.
I think of what a five pound angry house cat can do to you … it will roll around like a snake in your hands, dazzled in fur, spiked with razor blades. It will cut and scratch you until you bleed in 20 different places.
Now turn that cat into a 100lb animal that has daggers instead of razor blades.
EDIT: typos from fat fingers on a phone
My favorite story stems from a park ranger in Oregon (IIRC) who was giving a tour, and they were carrying a 15’ (5m) long pole. As were about halfway through, they were taking about cougars, and they stopped next to a tree, and they explained that if a cougar is after you, climbing a tree is not a recommended defense; the pole was a demonstration of how high an adult cougar can jump, straight up.
Those of us with house cats were not surprised, but still. It helped put things into perspective.
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.
Had to be me. Someone else might have gotten it wrong.
I always save Mordin. The Krogan deserve the genophage.
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.
This is in Ontario and we tend to be more strict about qualifications.
Taxidermist?
Hey the moderator removed my reply. Well it’s a good thing he’s a moderator, otherwise he’d have to present a coherent argument in public like the rest of us instead of just censoring me.
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?
In my head I heard the count in from Billy Joel’s “A Matter of Trust” which made it all the better
I time how long mine took. 45 seconds is the max, 30 seconds typical for long overnight. If I only take 10-15 seconds, body was lying about needing to go.
Count down to firing is also a thing sometimes.
Everybody needs a runway
When i was young, a family friend abused me and beat me up until my face was purple, he was an adult. i went to school the next day and they thought i was abused by my family but it was this guy instead, so they made me go home. Years later, this family friend’s restraining order wore off, so i pretended to be nice to him.
His brother was an alcoholic and the brothers did not get along very well, i also found out his brother was very very sick and was likely to die soon. The brother HATED my abuser’s dog, so while he was super drunk, i talked to him about that. And used some subtle suggestions to convince him to kill his brother’s dog. His brother then beat the crap out of his own brother who later died. Thus covering up any evidence that i was simply accomplishing revenge against him.
And yes, i do deeply regret using the dog for this. I probably could have done something else instead. But after that, my former abuser always seemed to be scared of and creeped out by me. I think he may have thought i might have been responsible but he never really had proof, he killed the only proof with his own hands.
Then again, he also not only beat me up he also forced me to walk about 10 miles while he drove nearby and told me not to talk to strangers or he would shoot me and bragged about being divorced from his wife because he almost killed his son. so im not really all that beat up over anything beyond the dog dying. i care about animals, not people. definitely one of the worst things ive done that i deeply regret. aside from the suffering i put my abuser through.
He always seemed to be creeped out and scared of me after that point. But i also learned that indirect violence is far more effective than direct violence. Theres nothing to prove most of the time. I can’t even prove this to everyone here. All i have for proof is the vivid memories that never leave my mind.
I still remember him crying like a little bitch <3 i will never forget it, and i will never not feel good for that.
I spend time on google maps just browsing, learning where different places are in the world.
One time someone put a blurred out map showing their location and I knew exactly where they were.
I promise never to use this power for evil.
Have you ever tried geoguesser?
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.
Found Rainbolt’s Lemmy account
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.
The town’s undertaker embalms everyone who does not embalm themselves. Who embalms the undertaker?
The undertaker’s understudy.
The under-under-taker
If the under-under-taker is Australian, would it then be the down-under-under-under-taker?
If you’re a trucker on CB radio, you could overtake the underundertaker, over.
Every undertaker is morally oblieged to cary instructions for his job and when death knocks the person who finds the undertaker has to be the next one.
The underclause
THE Undertaker is morally obliged to throw Mankind off of Hell in a Cell should they ever cross paths there again.
As an embalmer, I will be cremated. If people knew what we do to them when we embalm, fewer people would choose it.
Embalmception
