I personally will never not trust my gut feeling.
Excessive speed on a bicycle. Alright, I did it more than once, until a slow car scared the shit out of me.
At one point I lived near a small mountain with a road going up. It was so slow and painful to get up, but a huge thrill going down. I didn’t have a speedometer but it was a 45mph road (and everyone speeds) and I consistently passed cars. It had only one lane in each direction and I regularly passed cars going over 45 mph, by a lot. Then one day I was about to pass the car and she slowed to turn. Panic time, huge continual squeal of my brakes that scared her into accelerating past her turn, and I still zoomed by on the shoulder before I could stop, hundreds of feet beyond.
Clearly way too fast for my vehicle and my (lack of) protective gear
Had a tamer but similar hill near my home growing up. Loved speeding down. It ended in a lot filled with gravel. Fortunately the day I spun out on the gravel lot was coming from a different, slower direction. Developed an extremely bad case of road rash all over one leg. When I realized what might have happened if I’d been taking the hill instead, that I probably would have broken my legs or worse, I stopped going down that hill. Realization of mortality can be like a bucket of ice water sometimes.
It’s so much fun to dive-bomb down a mountain road, but as soon as you get a little rain, a little shimmy develops in your front steering column that cascades into being thrown over the handlebars… I’ve had a few close calls, where during a race and during a regular ride, where I almost ate shit hard… Yeah, I’ll just slow down a bit sooner next time 😳
Play paintball.
I started playing back in the 80’s when I was in college and everybody used paint guns that could only hold about 15 rounds, and fired one at a time.
I’m way too old to run around in the woods like I did 40 years ago, and the game has completely changed as well. People have guns that can hold hundreds of paintballs and shoot incredibly fast, so the whole strategy is unlike it was. I just don’t find modern paintball enjoyable at all.
And they said war never changes.
Well, I mean, the more things change, the more they stay the same, ya ken?
drinking 12 espresso each with speed on one day (I almost had a hard attack and couldn’t sleep for like 1½days)
Ketamine
I was in hospital and had some significant pain. Opiate based pain relief doesn’t really effect me so they said we will try a ketamine. I said ok, I had never had it before…wow dissociative drugs, are not for me. I told the nurse to stop it and had a small argument about it with her as I felt myself become distant and spacey.
I decided that the pain was better then the loosing my mind feeling, stuck with paracetamol.
Skydiving. It’s super windy and loud. It’s a predictable struggle between gravity and air resistance. There’s a man firmly pressed up against my bum. You end up back where you started. Super inefficient and uncomfortable mode of transportation.
I actually really enjoyed akydiving
I’m curious, if you’re open to discussing it: what did you fail to trust your gut feeling about, and what was the result?
Smoking some weed that was definitely shady.
Do your intuition was that there was something sketchy in it, but you convinced yourself it wasn’t true?
What happened?
To be honest, it looked good but something just in my gut didn’t like it. But I said fuck it, didn’t feel good for 3 days after that night. No appetite and just felt weird/high for a good few days after it
I read an article in reader’s digest as a kid. It basically said it’s good to trust your intuition because your subconscious might be seeing something that your conscious mind isn’t seeing.
The article told the story of some woman who escaped being a particular serial killer’s victim by deciding to trust her sudden feeling of fear, and getting the fuck out of the apartment where they’d been hanging out.
When she was interviewed later, she only then realized that he’d been closing windows one after another as he walked around the apartment.
At the time she didn’t consciously make the connection, but maybe her subconscious did.
Boiled peanuts. Never afuckingain
Loved them. And I loved the whole post apocalyptic fires under huge caldroms feature about them. Best part of my trip to Georgia except for the cocaine.
I have no experience with boiled peanuts. What’s the deal?
They’re like someone with a salty mouth sucked regular peanuts until they absorbed all the warm saliva and swelled up, and then spat them into a paper bag and left them for a few hours on a warm park bench.
Well, fuck you for that. I can taste the texture of your comment and I am quite unhappy about it.
Have you ever had cacahuates japoneses “Japanese peanuts”? They’re the opposite of that, I highly recommend them.
They’re dry and taste like cold ass?
Marrying.
Did it once and it’s going to last until death.
That’s pretty wholesome
Unless someone is getting murdered.
“I promise to stay with you until one of us dies!”
It would be really weird if married couples stayed together until they both died.
Not sure if wholesome or Boomer joke.
Steal a bicycle.
Snort amphetamines.
Ride on the back of a train.
Unprotected one-night-stand.
Chase away a Grizzly and her cubs.
Climb onto a high-rise rooftop from the outside.
Break into a stadium to see Metallica live for free.
Break into an active US army base to play airsoft.
Break into Chelsea Stadium at night to steal a piece of the pitch.Looking back, it’s a miracle I didn’t end up in prison, dead, or worse, expelled.
Whoopsie baby?
meth or dex?
Could have been Ritalin for all I know.
Break into an active US army base to play airsoft
Did you die?
I broke into a base once. My buddy and I climbed two barbed wire fences to get back onto base after going out drinking. I was unscathed but my buddy tore his shorts up pretty bad. It turned out we were on the golf course. It was 7am in the summer and the sun was coming up and we were getting hot, plus the booze was starting to wear off.
We ended up stealing a golf cart from the corral, driving it to the local base McDonalds and going through the drive thru with it. Once we got our McMuffins we ditched the golf cart in the parking lot and went to go crash in our barracks rooms. Thank god security was busy that morning. I totally would have gotten a DUI for that golf cart.
Sounds like a helluva night.
This does read like a teen movie plot.
Ferris Bueller’s Night Out
That’s Cameron’s story, of how he survived having a shitty dad and a shitty friend.
It was a happy childhood.
Break into an active US army base to play airsoft.
At first I was like “holy shit!”, but the more that I think about it, it’s probably safer than playing in a public park…
Yeah, you’ll encounter trained soldiers, not cops.
This reads like the music video of smack my bitch up
God damn
The '90s were wild.
Sounds like it haha
Break into a stadium to see Metallica live for free.
Jump the fence at an amphitheater when the headline band took the stage. Security handled me pretty roughly. I was to be ejected, but he didn’t tell the lady at the office where I filed a written complaint for his physical abuse. She let me back into the show and I stayed far away from where he was posted and watched the rest of the show.
I also simply jumped the fence (after trying every other option, cause it seemed too easy).
Security was nowhere to be seen, but some guests didn’t like how I got in for free while they paid 150€, and got pretty angry.
Man I wish I could have lived your life
Well, now I’m a middle aged Linux admin with a beer belly.
Why the train one?
They had a spot on the back coupler you could sit on.
And there was an open street crossing in my town where they had to slow down enough so that you could run up from behind and sit down on it.
When it passed the crossing you just jumped off before it accelerated again.
Damn! You’ve had quite the adventure.
busy saturday !
I once was young and stupid and maxed out the speedometer of my car on a empty highway at the middle of the night. Now I can say I’ve done it and don’t need to do that again. Normally I hardly even drive above the speedlimit.
Same. Me and a buddy were on a stretch of highway with no exits or entrances that was downhill for a few miles, so decided to see what my Nismo could do. It was surprisingly smooth up to 167 (American units), but the wind was almost deafening. Let it come down and 90 felt like a crawl.
This was 15 or so years ago, and I can easily say something I would never do again, perhaps the difference between early 20s and late 30s. I still enjoy a spirited ride, but can’t get out of the back of my head all the possible things that could go wrong.
I did that in the middle of the day on an empty highway and I actually got caught (aircraft). The ticket was for 113 mph and I lost my license for 6 months.
I don’t speed anymore but it’s not for fear of a ticket. Actually I just found that being in a hurry was flooding me with cortisol, and I decided that you can’t control traffic, only how you react to it. I’ve been driving like an old man for like 15 years and it’s a lot more chill, barely slower, and a bit safer.
Getting caught by police aircraft sounds very American.
I’ve adopted the granddad driving style too. Now I get my enjoyment from watching people rush and make pointless overtakes, only for me to end up right behind them at the next traffic light.
America is so widely spaced out that there are some huge stretches of mostly empty highways, so the only feasible way to monitor for speeders is by helicopter watching over the massive stretches of road. Or at least that’s how it used to be, these days i bet they are increasingly just using cameras
What speed?
I was barely able to reach 200kph
I got up that high on a race track once. It was one of those “drive a nascar” experience things. They used older models but they would still move. I couldn’t get up any higher than that because it was only a 3/4 mile oval. By the time I was accelerating on the straightaway, it was time to decelerate for the turns.
On public roads, I have done 180 kph in Germany (and still got passed).
I did almost 200 in my first Autobahn driving lesson and did 230 at some point after getting the license. No I think it’s stupid Germany allows those speeds. IMHO it should be capped at 120 on all public roads. Crazy what lack of rules, young people and overpowered cars can cause
It was way above my comfort level. The ride itself was smooth due to me driving a big saloon but it also felt like I was about to take off at the slightest bump
85MPH as that is as high as my speedometer reads in my 92 Camaro.
Lollll, my husband’s 1990 T-bird was the same, and when he got pulled over, the cop asked if he knew how fast he was going. “85, officer” (with Puss in Boots innocent eyes). The cop sputtered “you idiot, that’s not…that’s… your speedometer only goes that high!”, but wrote him the ticket for 85 instead of whatever irresponsible & arrestable number it really was.
That’s so odd, i thought usually sports car speedometers go higher than the car is actually able to achieve in order to trick people into thinking it’s actually capable of going that fast. But now that i think about it i guess that was just an assumption
I had a truck that you couldn’t max out the speedometer. At 97mph, the fuel line cuts off, leaving you basically costing down the highway until the speed drops, and the engine kicks (literal shudder) back on.
Also, Chevy trucks don’t like going past 90, so it makes sense to kill the fuel to protect the driver from themselves…
Similarly I once went up to 210 on an empty highway in the middle of the night. Must have been nearly 15 years ago. My ride was coughing and rattling all the way. She let out a whew when we got home. I’ll never do that again
210 is crazy. You’re lucky your tires didn’t pop. Your engine might go that high, but most tires aren’t rated for that much friction.
I forgot to add that this was in kilometers per hour, but you probably guessed that
I figured after I started typing, but figured my thoughts on tires remained the same and just went with it. 130 mph is still too fast. My old car only got up to 100 back in the day.
that ought to be enough for any car except ambulances
yea that’s right, with perspective I realize I pusged the car beyond what it was meant to endure. Had anything happened, I may not have been able to correct course
I was once on an empty road that was straight all the way to the horizon and i got it up to 100. I woulda gone higher but my passenger didn’t want to
Just for funsies, I rented a Challenger R/T from the Hertz “fancy car” selection about 6-7 years ago. My boss asked me to pick him up on the way to work so he could see what the car was like. We hit a stretch of highway with little traffic, and I aired it out a little. Easily hit 100. Boss was tickled. I slowed back down to sane speeds before we got to other cars. That thing would give you whiplash if you floored it at a green light. So much fun. Glad it was only a rental. I’d have lost my license if I had it for a daily driver.
Gender reassignment surgery.
Go running.
You know when you build something up in your head to be really awful, then you try it and it’s exactly that awful?
I was once like that. I thought running was such a boring hobby. I stuck to it though, and it quickly became a hobby for me that I miss when I don’t or can’t do it.
I do 20-35km per week, including a half marathon (organized or self induced) once per month. Previous to last year, I didn’t exercise or go to the gym.
i did a training program years ago to go from zero to running 5km without slowdown.
i stuck to it over like eight months, it hurt all the way, and when i had proved to myself that i could do it i quit because it just got worse and worse
Kinda sounds like you were running way too hard.
Many people assume you need to run your ass off every time you go. Its just not true.
My shortest runs are quick, but I’m just cruisin’ for any long runs; slow enough to comfortably talk with someone and run for a few hours without stopping.
If you’re running and you hate it you need to slow way down.
basically couldn’t have gone slower.
Yeah I hate running but like having run. I don’t anymore, it was terrible every time but the whole rest of the day on a day I ran would be better. Just never did the runner’s high or even runner’s tolerance kick in.
College while working full time. Four years of barely getting any sleep while working full time and going to school full time. Even my teachers made comments about how late I’m staying up. They can see on their Canvas website that I’m turning in papers at 3 or 4 in the morning.
Fuck that’s rough. Props for that dedication and commitment!
Damn, did you even learn anything???
Fire breathing
For context I’m a professional fire & sideshow performer. I have almost a decade of experience and am fire safety lead for a large fire arts retreat. But the name of the game is risk mitigation and fire breathing is too risky for my taste despite its popularity.
If you go on Wikipedia and type in fire breather, the second result is Fire Breather’s Pneumonia. I also personally know many people who have gotten large facial burns or have had to retire due to lung problems caused by excessive fire breathing.
The risks are technically still there with fire eating, which is one of my main skills, but I mitigate it by limiting my exposure and taking breaks. There’s also significantly less liquid fuel involved.
I’m an entertainer as well and thought about fire breathing. I spoke with a couple friends who do it and them all casually talking about collapsing a lung a few times turned me off that idea.
Sword swallowing too. My friends do it but I’ve heard the term “perforated stomach” one too many times
That one never caught my interest. It makes me so nervous. I’ve gotten into stilts and jumping stilts over the past couple years and I’ve been doing face painting, balloons, glitter, etc. for half my life. I’d love to get back into juggling and unicycling but that will have to wait for a bit. I also really wanna try German wheel and aerial hoop!
Also editing to add: what made you wanna do fire and what’s your favorite way to use fire? I have a friend who just got a sword, another who favors fans, and most men I know use staff or poi. I personally have never spun or played with fire, but it fascinates me. Many of my friends will eat but not breathe it.
I started with fire before I ever really knew I wanted to be a performer, it just seemed fun, and things moved from there. My first prop was staff.
But a lot of stuff happened over the years and I hardly spin any more, other than at said retreat. Ok the flip side, I’ve carved out a name for myself as a sideshow performer doing dangerous and grotesque things. Bed of nails, blockhead, mental floss, butterfly knives, stapling, etc. But my expertise is fire, so I tend to always do that when the venue allows.
Fun fact, I invented two fire eating moves :) One is a split tongue torch hold, the other I named a black hole sun
That’s all so awesome. Have you always been doing it for work or did you get into it later? Sorry for all the questions and no need to answer obviously, just fascinated by everyone’s story in the industry. I’m too much of a chicken for much of your skills, but I love admiring it from the other side of the field. Hopefully one day our paths will cross in the performance world!
It’s not my full time gig, I have a day job that pays the bills since there’s very little money in it unless you go private/corporate. But I do get side money from it in addition to artistic fulfillment.
Definitely hope to cross paths, circus is my lifeblood. Here’s my permanently shadowbanned IG
Followed!
I’m just a dude, one afternoon when I was 12 me and the boys were doing bbq because it was a major religious holiday here.
I found a neat stick and I decided it would be fun to do a fire breathing trick with the kerosene. I hadn’t done it before but it worked and we had a blast.
I’m intact and in my 30s but I still cringe at the possibility of me getting a burned face that day.
Magic mushrooms, or any other psychedelic stuff. I did it three times, and in retrospect I’m not sure if I realized what I was messing with. Unlike being drunk, it actually feels like these instances actually changed me as a person. Not for the worse, but it’s still kinda spooky.
On the surface it was just some fun, my brain was being silly and everything felt much more vibrant. But beyond that it actually changed my views on people and concepts. It altered my relationships and ultimately who I am as a person. Looking back, thos stuff seems to put your brain into an entirely different mode of creating and removing connections. It’s not just messing with the “RAM” like alcohol, this stuff is writing to disk and making persistent changes.
All the above is true. My own few experiences made me more curious, analytical, and open minded. All very good permanent changes.
Interesting. I was considering doing magic mushrooms precisely with that goal. Can you please elaborate? What did you think/feel about while high, and how did it rewire you? Is there a connection you can see in retrospect?
Start with a low dose. Around 1 gram. Get a feel for it a time or two. Then step it up as you feel comfortable possibly up another gram. They will make you explore your mind and self. Don’t do them if you have been in a negative or bad mood as it intensifies how your feeling usually. Don’t do them in a bad unsafe environment. Lockup phone and keys. Have a sober companion with you the entire time you can entirely trust. Relax. Plan to do nothing in public.
What OhVenus_Baby said has good info that I would agree with. I would also add that it comes it waves. You’ll feel the effects intensely and then it will ease up a bit. Write down things (ideas, past trauma, reasons for your behavior) that you would like to think on. I would say think about it really hard before hand and try not to think about it the day of the trip. Your subconscious will be already on it.
Think about mood and setting. Some music without lyrics was good for me. I ended up listening to some orchestra covers of Tool. Lofi beats were good too. I also found some video of a POV walking on the beach and watching the waves.
Also draw and doodle with your paper. It looked cool to make the lines. Some people will tell you to stay inside, at least for your first experience. I went out my first time on shrooms and it was great. I walked in the grass and found a pine cone. Your experience may very. If you feel weird about tripping that day then skip it till you do. Let the universe tell you when it feels right.
As far as the rewiring or after effects…it may take a day or 2 to fully fill changes cementing. You’ll have a lot of thoughts. That’s why doodling helps me represent my feeling or thoughts on a subject.
The rewire part is like just giving you a different perspective. You might always smoke a cigarette after lunch. That is your normal routine. You don’t even think about it. After you eat you last bite, you hands automatically move to the smokes and you move to the door. You are following this path because it is so routine that there is comfort in it. Even if you want to stop. Your body craves the familiar routine. After tripping, it’s like your mind shakes an etch-a-sketch and erases the lines. Or it was tire paths in snow and now shrooms cause a new snow to fall and you don’t know the old path.
Trips give some people perspective so they can close old painful wounds. After we learn from events, it’s good to close the chapter so we don’t get dragged down by it. Many people can’t see that there is another path, you just got to make it. Again not everyone. Just me and many others experience.
In the moment It was mostly concerned with the task at hand, which was usually drawing, listening to music and adoring the funky visual effects (no halicunations tho). But the most specific thing that came out of it was changed relationship with some of my friends.
One of them was, for instance, quite annoying. I seem to be quite sensitive to the stuff, meaning that I was the first one “in” and the last one “out”. He was the kind of guy to tease people a s a joke. It annoyed me before, but during the trips I finally realized how immature and annoying that stuff became. He was joking about me while I was in a vulnerable state and expected maturity from the people around me. The changed perspective meant that I finally got to look from the outside in and determine that I maybe should disengage from the relationship a bit.
It’s not that I wouldn’t recommend others to do it. I just won’t do it again because I now realize how much this kind of stuff kan really affect you. As long as you’re in the right headspace it can be a very cool experience. I still remember, after hours of chill music, how we all suddenly fell silent after an intense build-up followed by a heavy DnB drop. It felt physical, like I was suddenly pushed into the couch by the bass and couldn’t get out. Not sure if I’ll ever experience music in that way again.
I’ve had psylos once, and all it did was persuade me there was a small mammal with a trunk and wings sipping from my beer when I wasn’t looking.
Your experience is curious, what kind of changes did it cause for you ?
