Me (13 years old at the time): Dad, Mom’s cheating on you. I saw her making out with this man.
Dad: Listen here, princess. The guy’s filthy rich, and when you have money, it’s normal to have a hot mistress like your mom.
Me: But aren’t you jealous?
Dad: laughs
I was flabbergasted, lmao.
That Democrats were aborting babies after they are born, and that immigrants are eating our cats and dogs.
There’s no such thing as a flu vaccine, that’s why they call it a “flu shot”
I haven’t taken anything this person says seriously since then
Not necessarily unhinged, per se, but I knew a former very high ranking military IED specialist who would sweep the white house and places where the president would be going to before they showed up, every chance he got he bare ass farted on the Bush’s pillows.
He ended up being a pretty shitty guy, but I’m still going to give him Chad points for that one.
I had someone tell me on a first date that they’ve been in love with their younger sister since they were teenagers. There was no second date.
I own a bar and before we opened I reached out to one of those novelty vending machine companies that sells weird stuff and gags. The guy came down to meet to discuss the design of the machine etc, super nice guy. His daughter came too, she was an artist and was going to paint the machine. They sent mockups and got to work, everything seemed good to go ahead of our opening.
A week before we open, I reach out to see when they want to install it and I get no reply. I try again a few days later and get a very formal message to the effect of “we’re super sorry but we’re not going to be able to pursue this opportunity at this time, best of luck”. I’m pissed that time was wasted, the machine was finished, I had seen final pictures with our logo and design etc. I figured maybe they got some bigger offer from like the local stadium to install a machine that they couldn’t pass up.
Months go by, I’ve found another company that’s working on a new machine for us. Original guy texts me “hey, are you at the bar, I’d love to stop by and explain what happened.” I start to tell a customer at the bar about what happened and I’m like, I don’t wanna talk to this guy in my mind, and I look up, and he’s standing outside the bar in the rain. He comes in, and he looks like he’s been to hell and back.
He’s so different this time, very soft spoken, tail between his legs vibes. He apologizes and said they had a family issue that prevented them from moving forward, but they working on getting back on track. I feel bad and trying to be empathetic, and then the guy goes, “I’m sorry, but my wife just didn’t want me working with you because of David.”
“Who the fuck is David?” I reply. “David Devolla” he says. I have no idea who he’s talking about. I’ve never met his wife, or this David person. Then he goes “wait, can I ask you a weird question? Are you straight?” “Yeah man…”
“GOD DAMNT, SHE DID IT AGAIN” he said. I’m so confused right now. He then proceeds to tell me that his wife has been battling psychosis and having major mental issues. Apparently, this David guy was her former boss that fired her, and even though I’ve never met her, or David, and am straight, she was convinced I was having a secret gay affair with David and told her husband he wasn’t allowed to do business with me. What the actual fuck. Dude started creeping me out big time. He came in again a week later and told me he was driving to Vegas the next morning to marry his wife because even though he said they were married, they never actually were, and he believed doing so would fix her mental state. I follow them on Instagram still and I can tell you, it did not. She posts the absolute weirdest nonsensical things and it’s honestly entertaining to watch but also sad as hell. Bullet dodged, the new company is so so much better, but yikes all around. Thanks for coming to my Ted talk.
Marrying someone to fix their issues is a lot like having a kid to save a marriage.
So you mean it always works?
“Stop thinking so much”
- random professor walking by me
I was watching Young Frankenstein with some friends in college in a secluded part of the student center and some rando came up to us and told us, in great detail, about how her cousin raped her repeatedly when they were younger.
Young Frankenstein was ruined for me and I still can’t watch it a decade later.
I once sat a bar, having a drunk chat with a guy, who went from your basic “you know what would fix the world? Fluffier dogs!” type talk into “you straight women have it easy, you never have to control yourself when there’s some sexy 14 year old chick around”.
I was far too drunk to give him the proper reaction, but I wasn’t nearly too drunk to get the fuck out.
I think I’ve heard more unhinged things that the one I’m about to mention, but the others are from drunk randos making shit up or over sharing I don’t know. The one that really hit me is not as crazy but it still pisses me off to this day and it is far more serious than that drunk guy telling me about how he used to masturbate on the backseats of all buses he could get into.
I’ve had an issue with my legs since birth, nothing bad and in fact went unnoticed most my life. Just how my knees are built. Never caused a problem until in my twenties I started getting into the gym. A bad trainer (student doing practice) in a gym recommended me some exercise after I asked for something to change the routine. Long story short, I fucked up my knees, even longer story shorter, a doc specialized in legs and specifically knees told me my options, from which the most reasonable at the time was surgery. Surgery for both knees, 1 first, then recovery then the other. A total of two year plan for it.
Mind you the problem was a physical one about the angle of the bones in my knees. A long time friend of my parents, who works as a researcher and teacher of biology in the university of my city called for whatever reason and my mother told of my leg problem.
This person decided that it was excruciatingly important to ask that the phone is passed to me, to tell me not to go to surgery. Risky, dangerous, and completely unnecessary, when I can have a completely safe alternative. Take some homeopathy pills they said, that will get your knees fixed without issues. I was so shocked coming from that person… Mind you I was in my twenties, so not an entire idiot, and I knew a bit about homeopathy… Having read “bad science” by Ben Goldacre (highly recommended by the way) and got into a spiral of alternative shit and research on the stupidest things people get into. I even have an official diploma from Boiron that they basically gave to anyone who cared to answer some answers right about homeopathy back in the day and that it was incredibly easy to hack (wrong answer? Click back and you could try again, in fact the points for the diploma were stored in plain sight in a cookie that never got reset, I ended up with like 120 points out of 50, there were only 5 questions by the way). No security needed as it had no fucking value like the rest of homeopathic stuff. Or is it less security means more secure in homeopathic terms?
Any way, I’m getting derailed, this fucking person tries to sell me into the homeopathic shit to fix the angle of my knees… I was so shocked I couldn’t even answer. Just said “okbye”, gave the phone away, and asked my parents to never ever put me in the same room with that idiot. It’s been manybyears now and so far I’ve succeeded in avoiding ever seeing or hearing of that person.
So, homeopathy is based around the whole “hair of the dog” type thing. Like cures like and other silliness. What the ever-loving fuck would be in those pills? “Essence” of bad knees? Hip dysplasia gel? Powdered bees’ knees?
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To be fair, surgeries for back and knees have a pretty high non success rate.
Still higher success rate than homeopathy
But also a much higher rate of complications.
And a much higher chance of actually improving your life. Besides, depending on the idiot trying to sell you some alternative medicine you might actually be off worse
But they obviously didn’t dilute the radioactivity to 1:100 100 times. It would be harmless if they had.
My bio father just passed away. I was talking to his best friend of 45 years, basically his brother, and he casually dropped he was raped as a boy. I had asked about my fathers sister, because a lot of that family is scattered and a mess, the daughter of the sister “something happened” is all I know. And he said molestation, and then that he too, was molested by a man as a boy. I was really proud of the 68 year old mam telling me that.
But fucking, add it to the list. Men need a fucking ‘me too’ because I know so, so, many.
Men need to learn to talk about their issues in general. My pops was brutal when I was a kid. It wasn’t until I grew up that I finally understood that he was made that way. His own dad basically destroyed him.That didn’t excuse all the terrible things he did but it did explain it. It was hard to be angry with him after that. I felt sad for him. That’s a heavy load to carry all alone.
Yeah. My father’s an angry narcissist, but he was good at telling me that part of what really fucked him up was his mom being a violent alcoholic until right around when I was born. That and how he’d been bullied for being small for a long time as a kid and teenager because he was a late bloomer (he’s a very large man). That insight into him gave him a lot more willingness from me to keep him in my life than he’d ever know, and it helped me as a teenager to pick friends who could talk about their feelings. To this day I still see that angry sob as a small kid who never got taught to control his emotions healthily or how to feel love outside of a self or status focused lens.
That man probably had finally realized that it wasn’t his shame it happened but those that did it and those that enabled it.
I was beat by my father for trying to talk about being raped. I was very young when it happened the first time. It was easier to beat me to silence than it was for him to admit he delivered me to this man so he could go to a pool hall to play snooker and talk shit. He never took me back but there is a reason why I didn’t go to the funeral.
Telling people it happened is better than keeping it secret. After all the shame isn’t the victims its the rapist.
The Aunt that never finished elementary school once told me:
“I don’t believe in evolution, because I didn’t believe a baby could be born smarter than its parents”
I was 10-13 years old at the time and just didn’t have the patience to deal with that level of stupid.
When I did my PhD, I was chatting with another PhD student there. I told him I went to a museum where they had a really cool lineup of all the early hominids, all the way back to Lucy.
And he said something like “why would you care about all those deformed humans?” So I went “no, I mean, the proto humans, before they evolved into homo sapiens”. I laughed and said “aren’t you too smart to believe in evolution?”
So yeah, you don’t have to be stupid to be an idiot.
That doesn’t sound like cheating, that’s more like an open relationship. He knew about it and didn’t care.
The financial incentive makes it closer to pimping than swinging, at least potentially. Idk if the possibility the dad was getting something out of it besides, I guess, sexual pleasure stemming from cuckoldry makes it better or worse…
Or the mom is a sugar baby
As one who was in a similar situation to said dad person, back in the day: ¿Por que no los dos? 🤪
I can understand how a 13 yo OP thought it was cheating though. They haven’t said they think it is cheating nowadays :)
Probably not the most unhinged but a few weeks ago a coworker told me that Trump is the only president in history whose net worth went down after becoming president.
He’s not FAR right so I usually hear him out and use kid gloves to counter his arguments but I involuntarily replied, “are you out of your fucking mind?!”
We likely went from no actual money if you include all the loans to a literal billionaire from the presidency. His crypto bribes alone made him more money than he previously ever made. Now he is suing the taxpayers for 10.3B dollars.
The only point I made before we had to move on was “he made hundreds of millions on day 1 with his meme coin”
There’s like a hundred things he made money on immediately
Sympathies. That tightrope walk of dealing with someone who is misinformed but not malicious is tough. It’s important to challenge them, but not so stridently as to teach them not to engage with you, as you don’t want them to retreat further into that space. I wish I were more successful at it, but my mouth tends to outrun my brain. How did your colleague react to that reality check?
I actually find it quite rewarding. Not to give myself too much credit but multiple people on the right have told me I’m very easy to talk politics because I’m not outwardly judgemental when I disagree. As for this specific reality check, both of us were on our way to meetings so we shelved it. We talk politics every once in awhile and I’ve been able to change his mind on a lot of things.
Here are some tips for talking with the “soft right” (or anyone you disagree with, really):
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Understand their concern before you talk about the solution, you will probably find common ground to start from.
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LISTEN TO THEM. Ask questions! It’s not a lecture, you’re having a conversation.
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Be smart about how you disagree. “You are wrong because of X Y Z” makes you sound like an asshole, “I’m not so sure I agree with X Y Z” shows that you’re at least considering their opinion.
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You don’t know everything so be honest. “I don’t know enough to speak on it confidently” or “I can’t remember where I heard this so take it with a grain of salt…” AND if you later find out you were wrong, follow up. “Hey yesterday I told you X, it’s actually Y [link]”
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If they want to back out of the conversation, let them. Maybe you’ve given them enough to think about for the day.
At the very least, be the person that makes them think, “the left isn’t all bad”
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My coworker once started a conversation by casually asking if I’d ever “done anything” with a cousin. Obviously the conversation ended with him revealing he’d fucked his cousin and me saying WTF progressively louder and louder for at least a minute. I work from home now.
And you live with your cousin, right?
You work with Rudy Giuliani?
I had a psychologist tell me at 13 that boys my age shouldn’t be interested in sex.
