>>596
It was trash day and i had made the foolish mistake to not pull the trash bins up, So i went outside at 10pm, With a shitty hoodie and an extra trash bag to take out. It was like 40° celsius and when i went back to head inside i discovered to my horror the door was locked. My parents locked me outside without realising it, assuming i was asleep. I tried yelling, banging on the windows and finding alternate openings to no avail. It would have taken too long like 4 hours to actually walk over to a store that was actually open and i don't live in a good neighborhood so knocking on doors is a mistake. I tried calling three times on the cell phone and it did nothing so i accepted my fate and curled up in a ball watching anime on my phone at top volume assuming that the heat my phone would generate would keep me warm and the loud volume might wake them up but it didnt work lol and i passed out after watching 5 episodes of lucky star.

>>596
One time, a Yankee candle wax obscured the wick of the candle. I wanted to light the candle, but I felt like I needed to scratch the wax to get to the wick. I succeeded, and my hands smelled like candles. I didn't realize it at the moment, but later that day at a social gathering, someone commented that someone smelled good, and I smelled myself and realized I smelled like candles.

I had to resist the urge to laugh wen i spotted a black woman with one of those carts for taking kids shopping, the ones with the little seats with the steering wheel and seatbelts. I'm sure this sounds fine and dandy, but the thing was, there was no children and instead, a very large watermelon on the seat. (sitting up) Keep in mind there was plenty of carts she could have picked. I had to quickly flee down a nearby isle and i had to bite my fist to keep myself from laughing. The watermelon was buckled in too.

More autistic sites while shoping:
Cat pushing a shopping cart for a blind lady (hope he got payed for hard work)
Pelican in store, presumably shopping.
Actual chimp wearing a diaper in lowes, with owner, carrying a hammer.
Actual tropical parrot who can talk saying very rude yet funny words.
Allah akbar car with crazy writings in both english and arabic about killing whitey and raping white women, i regret not taking a pic of that one.
Homeless guy in walmart who suspiciously looked like slave knight gael literally fell down most likely due to being sick, while the fire department came to wheel him off, a walmart employee muttered "your dark soul, give it to me" actually laughed at that one, hope save knight gael was fine.

>>890
I wonder what the origins of the kill White women thing was. Maybe the car driver was rejected by a white girl.

In Kindergarten or first grade, I was given glue to do projects. After I did a couple of, projects I found out I enjoyed peeling dried glue off of surfaces. I ended up pouring glue into my container on my desk, and I got in trouble with my teacher. To convince me that I did something wrong they called my sister, and I didn't care. My teacher ended up calling my mom, and I stopped after that.

>>892
but then you can peel off the glue without ruining the container or the desk? sounds like your teacher is retarded.

>>893
My teacher must of felt the need to clean up the mess and stop me from using up the glue.

I just remembered something that happened recently, was christmas shopping when a bunch of people my age was screwing around in the store. This sounds fine but they where recording tik toks of themselves and actually doing retarded shit. One of the guys ripped off a display baby carrage off of the shelf and threw the fucker hard against a wall and it left a dent. (one of them asked the other why they did it, and the reponse was "there could have been a baby in it" One of the workers called security, and they kept going at it, one of those people falcon punched a tv screen, another ripped up books, it was actual chaos.
Besides the lady who phoned the cops there was a guy who was also a worker who tried to put a stop to things but he was bitch slapped and he just walked away after that.
I think it was good that lady got results instead of some singular faggot security officer who'd like, wave his hands and say no and do nothing. The guy who punched the TV got tased (because he was about to do something and he was super agressive) and was cuffed and the others just got escorted out of the store. It wasn't the last time shit went down because i went to another store and these kids who where probably dropped off by negligent parents and the kids where ripping toys out of the boxes and they got escorted out pretty fast. A few days later i was at a diffrent target and a few edgelords shouted nigger pretty loud and just kinda talked about stupid shit loudly got escorted out by security. I guess hectic shit happends during the holiday but i never expected to see it IRL, instead of on stupid internet videos.

I remember being the one caught for something others were guilty of. So I was on a camping trip where we would repel down the mountain. There was a rule where you could not throw rocks down the mountain. The other kids were chucking rocks on the top of the mountain, and one kid even pee'd off the cliff. I didn't throw a rock at this point. When we got to the bottom of the mountain, I started tossing rocks down the hill because by logic no one was in the wood, unlike how people were throwing rocks in the walking trail. I eventually got caught, and the adult leader never forgave me for it. What I learned was if you are going to do something risky like throwing rocks, don't get caught.

Today at work, I was paranoid I'd be ticketed because I left my parking pass in another car. I worried I'd get ticketed, and coincidentally, I got a tax asking for payment for parking. Before I opened the link, I decided to check if the link was safe. While I was waiting, I was panicking thinking my mistake was going to cost me. When I got home, the site ended up being for something that doesn't operate in my area. I was relieved.

I was roller skating and i fell on my ass, specifically hurt my tailbone and was crippled, laying there for a good minute. For whatever reason this caused a major scene and people started freaking out and someone mentioned calling EMS. The music from the DJ stopped playing. I was all fucked up, but i managed to crawl a bit then get up. Everyone looked at me as i made it to the resturant area and sat down. Not fun lol, least they could have done is not make a big scene out of it.

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I remember one story clear as day and it still pulls at my heart. Going to type like a newfag for this one because I hate freeform typing.

>be me @ age 4 or 5
>be an outsider, even at preschool
>had one friend who was a literal downie but it quickly ended after I didn't give him a car or something stupid like that
>move on
>dad works as an organist for the local cathedral
>have to go to church every sunday and sit behind him to listen
>found a bench to sit on that's out of sight from the congregation and my dad, somewhere I can be alone with my thoughts or my lego. Loving it
>going to church isn't so bad anymore
>sometimes sit downstairs with mum, but she'll bring me up before she receives the eucharist
>months go by
>new girl joins the school
>straight brown hair, the cutest green saucer eyes, pretty smile
>4 year old me knew what to do
>almost immediately befriended her
>admittedly most of the work was done by our dads as they were both musicians and quite well respected in the church, whatever
>don't really hang out with the girl at school because I have a reputation to uphold with maybe one or two guys
>sunday rolls around and I'm a new man
>playing and hanging out with new girl all day, even arrange playdates on the holidays to be with her
>didn't know what love is but looking back 4 year old me was deep into it, if that's even possible
>think about this girl all the time, talk to my mum about her, try to get her over to our house every day after school regardless of who sees me and what they think
>would point out the cobwebs on the church roof when she'd sit next to me
>we'd forget our toys and spend hours (even after service when it was just our families and the priest) making up stories and coming up with ideas about the spiders that live in them, what they do, who they are, etc.
>finally found someone else with my kind of imagination and thought processes, felt understood, felt cared for, felt loved
>this keeps going on for maybe a year or so more, great times
>summer rolls around and we're on holidays so no school. Meet up with friend a couple times, but she goes abroad someplace and I do the same so no stress
>come back to school super excited to see my friend and tell her about my holiday
>suddenly she's not talking to me, not smiling at me, not even looking at me. Was it something I said?
>she talks less on sundays, and maybe every other weekend she comes up to sit with me and watch my dad or play
>not sure how to bring it up to parents so never bother, just hoping they see it too
>gets to the point a couple months down the line where I have to practically beg her to come up to play with me
>I pretty much gave up on all other friendships so I could be around her, she made me the happiest and was really fun to be around. Why is she now doing this?
>guess she just found more friends or something looking back, still not 100% though
>the last time we were together alone as friends we were sat behind my dad on the bench eating chewits (ice cream flavour ONLY)
>I point out the cobwebs as usual

>Her:"Mmh, yeah."
>Me:"What's up?"
>Her:"Nothing. Just give me another sweet."
>Me:"Oh, sure. It's my second last though, so to make it even I'll have the last one"
>Her:"What? You had two already though!"
>Me:"No, that was one you gave me from your pack, I just had one from mine. See?"

>she wasn't having any of it. Started screaming, crying, getting upity about it.
>mum came upstairs, smacked me, scolded me, wouldn't let me say my piece, took me downstairs
>friend's family left pretty much immediately
>wouldn't come up to me at school after that again
>would never come to church anymore
>would never even look at me, even if we were sat opposite each other
>a few weeks later she stops going to school, switched classes or schools altogether I guess
>mfw lost first and only love of my life, my truest friend (in my eyes), and only female friend over being autistic about even numbers of sweets

Fml

>>975
So did you ever figure out why she didn't want to talk to you anymore before the chewits bit?

>>977

No, not really. I guess it's just how I behaved at school. Always was getting into trouble or doing something stupid. Guess her parents just told her to stop talking to me

>>978
god even after all that time of knowing eachother?

>>978

I've had many such cases, or rather attempted cases. I'd try to make friends when I was a lot younger and the parents or teachers would always break it up/ward them off. So I ended up always being alone because I was always viewed as the delinquent.

What upsets me is that nobody believed me as a kid. I'd only ever get into fights or arguments because people would tease or beat me horribly, and my natural reaction is to argue or fight back. Of course I'd get in trouble for doing so though. I'd never get heard out or have the time of day spent on me because of it, people just assumed I liked picking fights.

This continued pretty much all the way into secondary school, tried to make a couple friends but the people from my primary were there so they'd still bully me. My reputation was made within the first couple of months of being there and remained for the remaining 6 years that I was there.

I think having an autism diagnosis helped in some regards. Teachers stopped looking at me as the kid who just wants to cause trouble to the kid "with problems", so they were more lenient to me. Still didn't hear me out or believe me though. The students still bullied and isolated themselves from me so from about the end of the first year until the end of the sixth I became the quiet kid.

A similar thing happened, though not to such an extent. Again, it replays in my head almost daily.

>in my final year of secondary school
>don't know any of my teacher's names
>don't know any of my classmate's names
>forgetting even those who I went to primary with
>spend my time drawing or practicing copperplate or runes, whatever I had my eye on at the time instead of studying for final exams
>wasn't going to go to uni anyway so who cares
>in language class
>girl I've never spoken to before, don't know her name, don't recognise her face at all
>hair dyed blonde, cute chubby, smiley and kind
>we get paired together for some exercise
>have to talk about what we want to do after school in the language we're studying
>she's very bubbly and nice, talking to me from the get go
>I respond with my usual "yeah.." or "mm"

Thing is, I'd never get paired with anybody. It was as if the teachers were excluding me themselves from talking to others, so this to me was practically foreign and I didn't really know what to do.

>Her:"So Anon, what is it you want to do?"
>Me:"Um.. I'm not really sure. Maybe history or anthropology"
>Her:"Anthropology? What kind of qualifications do you need for that?"
>Me:"I'm not sure. I'm guessing history and some kind of science though."
>Her:"That seems really interesting, what makes you want to do that?"
>Me:"Just seems right to me I suppose. What do you want to do?"
>Her:"I want to work in a beautician/salon"
>Me:"Nice."
>Her:"Yeah, I'm doing an apprenticeship at the minute and it's really fun!"
>Me:"Do you get paid well for it? I can only imagine myself working if I get paid well"
>Her:"Yeah, for what it is I suppose I get paid well, but-"

>she gets cut off mid sentence by the teacher telling us to split up, write about what happened, then hand it up to her before class ends

This was probably about 15 or 20 minutes max in an hour long class and it's replaying in my mind constantly. Not sure if this is a sign that I'm pathetic or what, but these moments are rare in my life so it's more or less all I have. Hoping that someone else itt can relate.

>>984
It sounds like you where so fucking close to actually making a connection with another person, and getting cut off like that severed it. At least you tried.