What are some of the craziest things teens do?

Updated on : December 6, 2021 by Edward Dean



What are some of the craziest things teens do?

As teenagers, they have the most mischievous minds. They would do a lot of the craziest things in the world. I would only do the things I did when I was a teenager.

  1. Stealing from daddy's pocket
  2. Bunking schools and going to the movies
  3. Early morning porn and night porn
  4. Talk about all kinds of nonsense with your friends and call it group studies.
  5. I called my school from a public phone booth and reported that there was a bomb at the school.
  6. One of my friends called our math teacher and suggested
  7. They threw paper rockets at female teachers
  8. He made some funny sounds during class time.
  9. I slept while the physics class was going on.
  10. Eating while the class continued
  11. Drunk and gone to class
  12. Proposed my university professor

These are the things I did during my teens.

PS: There are a few more that cannot be mentioned here: P

He was 12 years old and up. I have not reached puberty yet. I was dating this girl, we'll call Eve for this story.

Eve and I were the same age, height, and roughly the same weight. We both had blonde hair and blue eyes. The only physical difference was the length of our hair and that hers was a shade lighter. If it hadn't been for the clothes we wear, you couldn't tell who the girl was and who the boy was. And on the rare occasion when I wore plain blue jeans and a white T-shirt, people thought we were twins.

Anyway, this week he had bet her that she would score higher on an upcoming math test. Loser

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He was 12 years old and up. I have not reached puberty yet. I was dating this girl, we'll call Eve for this story.

Eve and I were the same age, height, and roughly the same weight. We both had blonde hair and blue eyes. The only physical difference was the length of our hair and that hers was a shade lighter. If it hadn't been for the clothes we wear, you couldn't tell who the girl was and who the boy was. And on the rare occasion when I wore plain blue jeans and a white T-shirt, people thought we were twins.

Anyway, this week he had bet her that she would score higher on an upcoming math test. The loser had to do what the other said. I lost by 2 points… ..and you don't think she wasn't ready to catch me.

He asked me if I would come on Saturday. What I always did. She said okay. Then we will settle the bet. And go to the mall. I knew he hated going to the mall. He hated window shopping. I'd rather pull my teeth out with pliers than go shopping (typical male).

Well, by Saturday morning, he had made $ 50. So I thought maybe it wouldn't be so bad. So I head home.

Now, I knew he probably had something silly planned for me. So he was a little prepared to carry her garbage, find things for her, and do silly things. What he didn't know was that she had other plans.

When I got home, her mom welcomed me and told Eve she had to go to work early. So that we both behave and she would see us later. Now Eve was the only girl I'd ever dated that I didn't try at all. We held hands, we kissed, we even kissed a little. no strong strokes and absolutely no action below the waist. After her mom left, Eve led me by the hand to her room. where on the bed was a complete set of clothes. Panties, socks, skirt and blouse. "What do you think?" He asked me pointing to the outfit. "It looks good, I'll wait in the living room while you change," I said as I turned towards the door. " Don't go, "he said, grabbing my arm," this outfit is not for me. Is for you. A bet is a bet. So today you're going to go shopping with me as a child. "If ever there was a time to take a picture, it was that. I couldn't 'Don't believe what he said and made it known, I wasn't going to dress like a girl. Then She returned the words from when we made the bet. “You said anything goes.” I tried to beg, plead and even promised that I would do anything else. But that. She didn't want to hear it and also threw something at me that I didn't expect. , dressed as a girl, you can come with me to the locker room. "Okay, the hormones kicked in. She won. Damn, I would do anything to see more of her. Dressed as a girl, you can come with me to the locker room." Okay, the hormones kicked in. She won. Damn, he would do anything to see more of her. dressed as a girl,

The good thing was that the mall was a city away. We had to take the bus and probably no one would see me. Boy, was I wrong. He didn't tell me that he was meeting some of his friends there. Friends who knew me. All that morning the girls I knew screwed my cock and they loved it. Yes, I have to go to the locker room. Yes, I could see some skin. No more than what you would see in the pool. But when we were getting ready to leave, I was glad I had a skirt on. Because I had a tremendous erection and nowhere to relieve myself. The first thing I did when I returned home was to ease my bladder and my frustration in his bathroom.

This was during my junior year of high school. Two friends and I had decided that we were going to travel with mushrooms on a particular Saturday. I drove into the forest reserve with them, and we all ate them as I drove (one eighth of mushrooms each). Then one of the friends shows that he also brought leftover Molly crystals, so we decided why not and had them too. I have no idea how much Molly I took.

We arrived at the forest reserve, parked the car and drove into the forest. I remember we were playing in the woods, fighting with sticks and being seventeen years old. We started to feel

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This was during my junior year of high school. Two friends and I had decided that we were going to travel with mushrooms on a particular Saturday. I drove into the forest reserve with them, and we all ate them as I drove (one eighth of mushrooms each). Then one of the friends shows that he also brought leftover Molly crystals, so we decided why not and had them too. I have no idea how much Molly I took.

We arrived at the forest reserve, parked the car and drove into the forest. I remember we were playing in the woods, fighting with sticks and being seventeen years old. We started feeling weird for about an hour, which we thought seemed a bit late and then we started feeling that way. About an hour and a half later, we decided we must have eaten weak mushrooms and decided to smoke some weed. Classic mistake.

Everything changed immediately when we smoked. I felt a crazy fever (probably the molly) and ran straight into the thick of the forest. My friends followed him. It was incredible. We probably ran for only a few minutes, but it looked like we were flying.

Suddenly I stopped and looked around me.

All the directions I looked in were exactly the same. In fact, it could rotate 180 degrees and it seemed like it didn't rotate at all. No matter where I go, all I saw was a specific repeating pattern of thousands of trees. We really screwed ourselves up by sprinting into this thick part of the forest just as it was hitting. I found my friends calling out their names and following the sounds.

I could go into detail about the hallucinations in the forest, and I couldn't even go into detail about how my mind felt, but that would only stop the "bad" thing I did. Let's say we were lost in the woods for two hours, which seemed like years, and we were all fully aware that we had screwed it up to a great extent. There was this evil presence in the endless forests that permeated everywhere. On top of that, my mind was going crazy and I couldn't stay on a particular set of thoughts for more than a second. And there were many chains of thoughts.

We got back to the car, we still stumbled hard, and the parking lot was empty except for one police officer on patrol. After much contemplation, we realized that the park closed at 5 pm and it was perhaps 5:05. Therefore, we had to leave immediately if we wanted to avoid the confrontation with this policeman, with whom we surely could not communicate.

Regretfully I got into the car and turned the keys. He had driven high hundreds of times, but this time he knew it was far from safe to drive. But as a unit we got into a mode. one friend took the shotgun and the other took the back. We all checked all sides of the car while driving and communicated to decipher between hallucinations and reality. I started driving. Everything was blurring together. The cars had tracers that looked ten times as long. My friends said things like car behind, pedestrian there, red light up there. He knew if he had some kind of accident he would be screwed, because he couldn't speak clearly. This was an extremely intense time in my life, not because of the stakes, but because of the drugs. Molly's combination, mushrooms and marijuana made this urge feel like a battle. After about 10-15 minutes of driving, I walked into a McDonald's we saw, the first thing I could stop at. We stayed in the McDonalds parking lot for about 6 or 7 hours, without even entering the McDonalds because we knew we couldn't communicate with the people there. We stayed in my car and looked at this brick building next to McDonald's, seeing flashing patterns on the bricks. He wasn't having a "bad trip" because he knew what that was like, he was just extremely over-stimulated. The Molly would come in waves and then the mushrooms would take over. I drove home that night and I still wasn't very sober, but I felt a lot more confident than I did before. To this day, This is the most drugged day I've ever been We stayed in the McDonalds parking lot for about 6 or 7 hours, without even entering the McDonalds because we knew we couldn't communicate with the people there. We stayed in my car and looked at this brick building next to McDonald's, seeing flashing patterns on the bricks. He wasn't having a "bad trip" because he knew what that was like, he was just extremely over-stimulated. The Molly would come in waves and then the mushrooms would take over. I drove home that night and I still wasn't very sober, but I felt a lot more confident than I did before. To this day, this is the most drugged day I've ever been. We stayed in the McDonalds parking lot for about 6 or 7 hours, without even going into McDonalds because we knew we couldn't communicate with the people there. We stayed in my car and looked at this brick building next to McDonald's, seeing flashing patterns on the bricks. He wasn't having a "bad trip" because he knew what that was like, he was just extremely over-stimulated. The Molly would come in waves and then the mushrooms would take over. I drove home that night and I still wasn't very sober, but I felt a lot more confident than I did before. To this day, this is the most drugged day I've ever been. We stayed in my car and looked at this brick building next to McDonald's, seeing flashing patterns on the bricks. He wasn't having a "bad trip" because he knew what that was like, he was just extremely overstimulated. The Molly would come in waves and then the mushrooms would take over. I drove home that night and I still wasn't very sober, but I felt a lot more confident than I did before. To this day, this is the most drugged day I've ever been. We stayed in my car and looked at this brick building next to McDonald's, seeing flashing patterns on the bricks. He wasn't having a "bad trip" because he knew what that was like, he was just extremely over-stimulated. The Molly would come in waves and then the mushrooms would take over. I drove home that night and I still wasn't very sober, but I felt a lot more confident than I did before. To this day, this is the most drugged day I've ever been. The Molly would come in waves and then the mushrooms would take over. I drove home that night and I still wasn't very sober, but I felt a lot more confident than I did before. To this day, this is the most drugged day I've ever been. We stayed in my car and looked at this brick building next to McDonald's, seeing flashing patterns on the bricks. He wasn't having a "bad trip" because he knew what that was like, he was just extremely over-stimulated. The Molly would come in waves and then the mushrooms would take over. I drove home that night and I still wasn't very sober, but I felt a lot more confident than I did before. To this day, this is the most drugged day I've ever been. The Molly would come in waves and then the mushrooms would take over. I drove home that night and I still wasn't very sober, but I felt a lot more confident than I did before. To this day, this is the most drugged day I've ever been. We stayed in my car and looked at this brick building next to McDonald's, seeing flashing patterns on the bricks. He wasn't having a "bad trip" because he knew what that was like, he was just extremely over-stimulated. The Molly would come in waves and then the mushrooms would take over. I drove home that night and I still wasn't very sober, but I felt a lot more confident than I did before. To this day, this is the most drugged day I've ever been. But I felt much more confident than I did before. To this day, this is the most drugged day I have ever been. We stayed in my car and looked at this brick building next to McDonald's, seeing flashing patterns on the bricks. He wasn't having a "bad trip" because he knew what that was like, he was just extremely over-stimulated. The Molly would come in waves and then the mushrooms would take over. I drove home that night and I still wasn't very sober, but I felt a lot more confident than I did before. To this day, this is the most drugged day I've ever been. But I felt much more confident than I did before. To this day, this is the most drugged day I have ever been. We stayed in my car and looked at this brick building next to McDonald's, seeing flashing patterns on the bricks. He wasn't having a "bad trip" because he knew what that was like, he was just extremely over-stimulated. The Molly would come in waves and then the mushrooms would take over. I drove home that night and I still wasn't very sober, but I felt a lot more confident than I did before. To this day, this is the most drugged day I've ever been.

The funny thing is that the only time we were able to talk to each other in a coherent way was during the trip. The tangible goal of not crashing provided stability when everything else was not stable. Later at McDonalds we couldn't have a conversation because we forgot what we were saying while we were saying it.

It's not the craziest or most dangerous thing I've ever done, but I consider it a "bad" thing because of the potential danger I put other people into by driving in that state. All's well That ends well.

One day I was sleeping at my partner's house.

We had too much fun and I passed out after drinking too much liquor, a mix of tequila, vodka, whiskey, bailey, etc.

The next morning (or noon, or whatever) I woke up, lying on the floor with a door pressed against my body.

It turned out that I ripped the door to my partner's room and used it to cover my body, thinking it was just a blanket.

To this day, I have no idea where the hell I got enough force to rip out an entire door.

Seriously, is this remotely like a blanket for someone a little sober?


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One day I was sleeping at my partner's house.

We had too much fun and I passed out after drinking too much liquor, a mix of tequila, vodka, whiskey, bailey, etc.

The next morning (or noon, or whatever) I woke up, lying on the floor with a door pressed against my body.

It turned out that I ripped the door to my partner's room and used it to cover my body, thinking it was just a blanket.

To this day, I have no idea where the hell I got enough force to rip out an entire door.

Seriously, is this remotely like a blanket for someone a little sober?


The other time, my partner slept at my house.

Once again, we had too much fun and I passed out after having a couple of drinks in no time.

The next noon (or afternoon, or whatever) when I woke up, I was lying in bed, dressed in different clothes and underwear than what I wore last night. The floor was covered with paper towels and my partner was still sleeping soundly next to me.

I couldn't remember any of those, but this is what my partner told me. Based on the scattered evidence I later gathered, it appears that my partner is telling the truth.

It turned out that I was getting up to urinate in the middle of the night, but somehow I crawled under my desk, pulled my pants down, and started to pee a lot. The urine was so strong and long that it woke up my partner. My partner was undoubtedly horrified by what they saw.

After I was done with my pee, I barely managed to pull my pants up before falling into my own smelly yellow liquid.

My partner came quickly to get me and put me to bed. When I finally managed to lie down again, I turned my head to the other side and threw up on my partner's pillowcase. Then, I turned to my partner and whispered affectionately:

"I love you so much!"

My partner, knowing it was my subconscious thought, was so moved by my words that they spent the next hour cleaning up my mess, washing their own pillowcase, and putting on clean clothes.


Looking back at my binge moments reminds me why I love to get drunk and lose so much.

Although I've done quite a few bad things in my five years backpacking and living in Southeast Asia, there are certainly some stories that come to mind. However, a story must be posted on this wonderful thing called the Internet, for the world to see and read for eternity.

I was 25 years old and I was traveling through Cambodia with one of my best friends, if not my best friend, whom I will call Martin to tell stories.

We took a long, boring, bumpy seven-hour bus ride from Phnom Penh to Siem Reap. Siem Reap, home of Angkor Wat, one of the seven wonders of the natural world also h

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Although I've done quite a few bad things in my five years backpacking and living in Southeast Asia, there are certainly some stories that come to mind. However, a story must be posted on this wonderful thing called the Internet, for the world to see and read for eternity.

I was 25 years old and I was traveling through Cambodia with one of my best friends, if not my best friend, whom I will call Martin to tell stories.

We took a long, boring, bumpy seven-hour bus ride from Phnom Penh to Siem Reap. Siem Reap, home to Angkor Wat, one of the seven wonders of the natural world also has a very dark side, which we should soon discover, completely opposite to the pretty Jungly, backpacker and tourist side.

Once we finally got to Siem Reap, we quickly got off the bus and called a random tuk-tuk driver at the bus station to take us downtown.

The tuk-tuk driver asked us where we were from, how long we were visiting Cambodia and if we had visited Cambodia before. When we answered that we were both Dutch, the standard marijuana and soccer jokes sprouted from the tuk-tuk driver's mouth.

Then he asked us if we already had a place to stay. We didn't and were adventurous to say the least, so we let this shady guy lead us to the place he suggested.

He took us to what local expats know, "the guesthouse of drugs." I already knew this too, since I was there on my own a year before. As I do not want to provoke any repression with this writing, I will not say the exact location of this guesthouse, for obvious reasons.

We took a few laps and went down some dark roads and alleys in the tuk-tuk towards the guest house. We stopped once at a small supermarket where we bought a few beers and an extra from Joss.

For those of you who don't know, Extra Joss is an energy drink in powdered form, similar to 'BLOW' banned in the United States, Europe, and Australia. Now these things are kind of fun in terms of effects and it's illegal in every country on the planet except Cambodia and Malaysia.

Why? Because it is very powerful and is equivalent to 30 cups of coffee per sachet. A sachet is normally six doses of 5 cups of coffee each. People pour it into vodka to create a Joss Shot or just snort it in small amounts to get the desired effect.

We, as young and dumb as we were, snorted the entire pack of Extra Joss the two of us, in about ten minutes, in the back of the tuk-tuk, on our way to the "drug guesthouse." Totally sugary, tipsy, and overdone to the max, we checked into the lobby.

After checking in, this little Cambodian (Khmer) receptionist took us, four floors up, over a rooftop balcony / seating area, to, I'm not kidding, room 420. After showing us the room facilities and the fact That the air conditioning system really worked, he walked over to the old phone on the bedside table and looked at us with the most serious look he had seen in a few weeks and my friend in a few years. "If you two need something, and I mean anything, just press 1 to call reception."

I remembered my friend asking something like "What do you mean by something?" I already knew the answer; anything. The Khmer front desk worker explained to my friend that we could literally order marijuana, yaba tablets, MDMA, ice (China White) and whatever.

Since I am really against drugs (in Asia) first and foremost and definitely against hard drugs, we decided to order only 10 grams of marijuana to keep us calm and not have much trouble with the local authorities. Hell, we were planning to smoke it on the roof of the guesthouse anyway. In the end, what is more amazing than smoking on top of a guest house, with a view of the entire town, anyway?

The order arrived at the top in about five minutes and we didn't even have to pay right away. Now please be cautious readers, this is usually a trick to seriously rack up your room service / stay bill just by continuing to supply until you can no longer pay for the room stay, at which point you go into debt, " owes them something. " 'and being forced into drug trafficking.

In Cambodia, people earn around two US dollars a day, 10 grams of marijuana costs 10 dollars. In fact, their ATMs only dispense US dollars because their country's currency, Khmer Riel, is literally worth nothing. You can't even change Riel anywhere outside of Cambodia to any other currency. The weed is mediocre to (very) poor quality, to say the least, as a veteran Dutch marijuana smoker.

In the Netherlands, a single gram of weed costs between $ 8 and $ 12. As my friend and I were and still are Dutch, known for their greed, our catchphrase became, after receiving that ridiculously cheap bag of weed from the receptionist: "Save it Rhiel."

Well, unsurprisingly, we didn't keep it, Riel. We were high as kites and decided to call number one one more time from our room. "What about the girls?" Martin asked. Well, those were certainly on the menu too. In about three minutes, a tuk-tuk driver honked several times, signaling us to get off. We got into the tuk-tuk totally insane and headed out of the center of Siem Reap to one of the so-called "karaoke restaurants".

Now this type of restaurant is very intriguing, to say the least. At the entrance there are already fifty women and girls in red dresses and high heels, who cannot all be waitresses in this quiet restaurant. In addition, this restaurant had 2 meter high bamboo walls between each table that made it impossible to see the neighboring diners next door without getting up from their table or "booth".

After we were shown to our booth and took our seats, along with the tuk-tuk driver, following a waitress in her twenties with practically no clothes on and in very high heels, we perused the food menu. That this was not a normal restaurant was obvious to everyone involved. Before we could order, my friend and I experienced our first "lineup".

The alignments occur throughout Russia, Eastern Europe, South America, and Southeast Asia. An '' alignment '' is the vile, disgusting, and humiliating act of having about twenty-five poverty-bound girls lined up with cheap bracelets or, in this case, in Word written and printed on A4 sheets with numbers on them. 1,2,3,4,5 up to 27, in our case. This was Tinder to the max. Not only did I experience this as a human flesh grading contest, but as a vile lack of human rights.

My friend and I were so shocked, but so drunk and high, that we made the strange decision to choose numbers; two each. I don't remember which numbers we picked, but that doesn't matter for the story anyway. Now what happens next is quite strange and difficult for most Westerners to understand. The two girls we both chose, four in all, sat on their knees at the table, one on either side of us.

From now on, we will no longer have to use cutlery. From my perspective, the girl on the left took the spoon and fed me, while the girl on the right handed me my drink from time to time. This, of course, especially since not many men are born powerful people, captains of industry or royalty, gives a kind of intense feeling of dominance. I remember feeling like an Egyptian pharaoh-god. (The pharaohs were considered gods)

After ordering more and more food and drinks for a while, my friend and I no longer worry about prices. This was the sickest shit we'd ever done together and we were about to pay any price, which couldn't be high in this place anyway. It wasn't long before our plates and drinks, as well as us and the girls, moved into the back room of the restaurant; also known as "the karaoke room".

Here we enjoyed some lap dancing, crazy Cambodian (Khmer) girls singing Cambodian love songs we had never heard of, on some kind of big screen home theater TV and unlimited refills of cheap and super cheap vodka with some mixed drinks. Since I had been in similar situations, I knew where this was leading me and literally just wanted to save my friend's life at the time.

I'd done so many crazy things already that maybe tonight it was time for me to be robbed, murdered, or organ removed, and the next day I'd wake up in a bathtub full of ice. I knew that things happened in these kinds of places and I also knew that if it happened that night, I had nowhere to run or hide.

While my friend was eager for female company, I quickly recovered and decided to politely decline any drinks or advances made by Khmer women or girls. I asked where our tuk-tuk driver was, but got all kinds of devious responses from Khmer women and girls that I should just "lilax and enjoy." All the alarm bells were ringing at the time.

My adventurous self got me into this situation and once again, I was going to get out of it, that was for sure. It was almost like a basic instinct thing I was thinking back then: '' if you can't fight them then please run '' was all my mind was thinking at the time. I did not want to be seen as a cheap foreigner or "farang kee nook" in Thai and therefore decided to bribe the "mamasan", the prostitute or mother in charge of the whole gang of girls.

Since my friend and I only got a few lap dances and caressed each other a bit, the amount of bribe requested was actually so low that I was happy to pay the lady in charge the cash. After the cash payment was made, I was allowed to take my friend out of the karaoke room and we headed home, back to the guesthouse, in a private tuk-tuk arranged by "mom."

We finally went to bed and enjoyed a very stressful sleep in the guest house and even after writing this far I really don't understand why I answered this question as I actually didn't do anything particularly bad tonight or in this story. , or wait, right?

I risked being beheaded or twenty years in prison for using and ordering drugs in Cambodia. Finally I went to the murkiest place in a third world country, also known as a "karaoke restaurant" or, in the worst case; "Chicken Karaoke", I recovered and left that place while taking care of my best friend. Although I didn't sleep with any skinny, crack-smoking Khmer girls or women that night, my behavior, in the perspective of most Western people, can hopefully be called "naughty."

I am 15 years old and I really want a girlfriend. I have been dealing with depression, suicide, and grief for years and I think it would seriously improve my health. However, if a 19-year-old girl asked me out, I would decline. Without a doubt, the legal age of consent here in the UK is 16, and you probably wouldn't date someone much older until you're 18. Not only is it illegal for now, but they have a lot more experience. and for me personally, I would not feel comfortable with that. If you are comfortable with it, do so when it is of legal age. when I was 14 I had sex with an 18

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I am 15 years old and I really want a girlfriend. I have been dealing with depression, suicide, and grief for years and I think it would seriously improve my health. However, if a 19-year-old girl asked me out, I would decline. Without a doubt, the legal age of consent here in the UK is 16, and you probably wouldn't date someone much older until you're 18. Not only is it illegal for now, but they have a lot more experience. and for me personally, I would not feel comfortable with that. If you are comfortable with it, do so when it is of legal age. When I was 14 I had sex with an 18-year-old girl. we were both drunk and she's a good friend of mine, and she's still one of my biggest regrets. I will never be able to remove that and it will be in the back of my head forever. I was a horny kid at the time, so naturally I loved him. "I consented," but of course that doesn't mean anything if you're my age. It probably feels great to be asked out, I won't lie. I thought I was the shit when it happened, now I know it was just a drunken mistake. I'm not mad at her, she's still my friend and she also regrets it. She has been very apologetic and I don't blame her, although she was wrong. I'm not sure how the law goes for this kind of thing, but I'm pretty sure it was rape or sexual assault. so think about that. and think about how this boy / girl is not drunk. they are making a conscious decision. It is 6 in the morning. I've been up all night very tired, not very sober, so sorry if I've just been babbling. I tried not to get off topic, this is all I can say so hopefully some of this helps. Please don't make a stupid choice, you have so many years to find someone your age now if you really want to, but that would last about a week meeting 13 year old boys. have a good friend.

Two girls were gremling by the way,

When they noticed a little green GTO.

They noticed it for two cute boys,

Who kept looking at them.

Those are the only lines I remember by heart from the epic poem I wrote about a road trip my best friend and I took when we were 19 years old. We drove from Portland, Oregon to Los Angeles, California in my orange Gremlin.

I put a sign on the back window that said 'Day Sleeper'.

We thought it was a hoot.

As the poem says, we noticed a little green GTO and the two guys riding in it. How we related to them is lost in my memory banks, but the four of us left

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Two girls were gremling by the way,

When they noticed a little green GTO.

They noticed it for two cute boys,

Who kept looking at them.

Those are the only lines I remember by heart from the epic poem I wrote about a road trip my best friend and I took when we were 19 years old. We drove from Portland, Oregon to Los Angeles, California in my orange Gremlin.

I put a sign on the back window that said 'Day Sleeper'.

We thought it was a hoot.

As the poem says, we noticed a little green GTO and the two guys riding in it. The way we hooked on them gets lost in my memory banks, but the four of us went to the beach and decided to sleep there.

Nothing funny was going on, and the angels must definitely be on the stupid side, because we didn't get into any trouble, and those guys were perfectly nice.

At some point in the night, while we were sitting on the beach, joking and laughing, I decided to take a walk along the shore.

It was a dark, moonless night, and if you've ever walked on the beach, you know that everything looks pretty much the same. At night, it looks even more the same. Unless there is a fishing boat sticking out of the sand or a beached whale, there are no landmarks.

It is also worth noting that I have very poor eyesight. I used to read under the covers as a kid, and if I really screwed up my eyes, like my mom always promised she would, or if my eyesight had sucked anyway, I don't know.

Anyway, I went walking without glasses, at night, to a strange place.

I was dancing in the waves, doing my best Isadora Duncan impression, when I suddenly realized that I had no idea where I was, or where others were.

I searched, squinted, panicked, screamed. He was wandering, alone at night on a strange beach, blind.

I was finally discovered in the parking lot and I lived to tell the tale.

But, that's not the closest I've come to death and destruction at the hands of my younger self. Oh no.

When my best friend and I were leaving town in the little orange Gremlin, at 4am, Oh Dark Hundred, I saw a red light at the railroad crossing.

I pretty much ignored it as I was still half asleep and it didn't register on my consciousness.

The arm was also starting to drop. That was also not recorded.

The little orange Gremlin sailed over the tracks, and when I looked to the right, I saw the train, about a hundred yards away, approaching us and honking the horn, or blowing the whistle, or whatever they do to warn us. stupid teen drivers.

We made it, of course, as you can see, but that wasn't a good start to our epic road trip.

Some antics from the last 7 years, all on a scale from dumb to crazy:

I found a golf club near a garbage container. I proceeded to drive all over town hitting golf balls in random places (mailboxes, McDonald's arches, roof of my workplace)

I got a (colorful) tattoo of a colorblind tattoo artist.

I climbed a water tower in the rain. I fell and broke my ankle. He passed out from blood loss, but proceeded to board a bus (full of ex-cons) and catch a plane to England, then Croatia, then the Czech Republic, and then Switzerland. I still have a twisted scar; the doctor I visited 3 months after the

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Some antics from the last 7 years, all on a scale from dumb to crazy:

I found a golf club near a garbage container. I proceeded to drive all over town hitting golf balls in random places (mailboxes, McDonald's arches, roof of my workplace)

I got a (colorful) tattoo of a colorblind tattoo artist.

I climbed a water tower in the rain. I fell and broke my ankle. He passed out from blood loss, but proceeded to board a bus (full of ex-cons) and catch a plane to England, then Croatia, then the Czech Republic, and then Switzerland. I still have a twisted scar; the doctor I visited 3 months after the incident said I should have had about 17 stitches done.

I had space cakes in Amsterdam and only got to the airport 18 minutes before my flight closed.

I traveled alone to India to work as a volunteer in the Buddhist monasteries of Bir. I learned to ride a motorcycle on the most dangerous mountain road I have ever seen, drank rum in the Himalayas with Tibetans, and almost got married twice.

He celebrated New Year's Eve in Dharmsala after being awake and traveling for 54 hours. I ended up being the only woman to go out, drinking with the locals, dancing in the streets, and waking up the next morning feeling like dead and covered in mud from what (they told me) was a makeshift bath.

I went to a club in a dangerous area of ​​the Dominican Republic. Shots rang out and everyone in the club ran together to another club to continue dancing.

3-year college graduate magna cum laude with two majors and two minors (and no summer school)

Ran a half marathon in bare feet without proper training (finished in 2 hours but couldn't walk for a week)

He drove a Yaris to an iceberg in Iceland. Got stuck.

I woke up at 3 am to climb Machu Picchu at sunrise.

Left a high paying job to live in India for three months

Traveled on a train for 22 hours without eating or going to the bathroom (if you've been on a train in India, you will understand why the bathroom was not an option)

I came back to the US and instead of getting a suitable job, I started my own company with only 3 years of work experience.

Driven through a monsoon in a convertible with the top down and "riders in the storm" on the radio

I got into a random guy's truck in the Sahara desert (no roads or signs to see!) Because he said we could camp in the sand dunes.


Man ... can't wait to see what the next few years bring us!


Hmmm crazy ... So many stories, but I'll jot down some of the ones that come to mind right now.

  • Mid-September 2010, 1AM: Back then, in college, I called my head of department (HOD).
    Conversation
    with me: Hi man, this is Raj speaking, can I speak to Soniya? (Raj-Soniya from a Bollywood movie that I don't remember)
    HOD: There is no son of Soniya, I think you marked a wrong no.
    Me: Uncle! Please, many days have passed, let me talk to her. I know you've kept her locked up in your house and haven't let me talk to her.
    HOD: Son, not bad.
    Me: You don't know how much I love her. If you don't leave me today
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Hmmm crazy ... So many stories, but I'll jot down some of the ones that come to mind right now.

  • Mid-September 2010, 1AM: Back then, in college, I called my head of department (HOD).
    Conversation
    with me: Hi man, this is Raj speaking, can I speak to Soniya? (Raj-Soniya from a Bollywood movie that I don't remember)
    HOD: There is no son of Soniya, I think you marked a wrong no.
    Me: Uncle! Please, many days have passed, let me talk to her. I know you've kept her locked up in your house and haven't let me talk to her.
    HOD: Son, not bad.
    Me: You don't know how much I love her. If you don't let me talk to her today, I swear to God I'll kill myself.
    HOD: Son! Child! Please try to understand. This is wrong, no. There is no Soniya here. Please don't do anything stupid.
    ME: Why don't you let me talk to her? I am very sad. I feel agonizing.
    HOD: Son! Son .....

    I logged out. Broken and removed SIM card.
  • October 2010, 5 p. M .: In the seventh semester of the university we had to choose a subject in the humanities. I chose industrial sociology. I was wandering near my apartment. and I found out that the Psychology exam for the other Humanities subject is underway. (I get bored) ... Aah! This is how I'm going to spend my time today.
    I went into the exam room and wrote the paper (I also fooled the neighbor) and ended up writing some random person's name and walked out. someone said that name got good grades too, thankfully
  • February 2011, 11 PM: (group of friends chatting) "Hey! Let's have some tea," someone said. (the whole group) yes, good idea, where? (me) Let's go to Lucknow (a place in India 6 hours drive from my university) and have tea the next morning in Lucknow.
  • I don't remember the time: I had a scooter back then. One day three of us were riding the same scooter (mine) somewhere. He did not have a driver's license, vehicle registration documents, insurance, etc.
    The traffic police caught us and asked me (I was driving) to stop, which I did. My other two friends got off and as soon as they did, I started my scooter and ran away. The policeman abusively asked my friend to call me on the phone and call me back. (on speaker) Me: Hey, did people run too?
    Friend: Hey friend, come back. The lord asks him to come back.
    Me: Fuck you and him too (some Hindi abuse too) ... I won't be back. You manage by yourself.
    Friend: Sir, we do not know him, we only asked to be taken and I am very sick, I have to see a doctor. Please forgive us.
    Fortunately it did. Later, my friends beat me. (Listen, friend kamina hota hai)

    There are many other stories too, I will add later.

It happened on WhatsApp. Now, I'm a smart girl, with a good sense of self-preservation, and I never say no to my phone. strangers, especially children. I go to a girls' college and all my friends are girls. I have nothing against guys, but I wasn't really looking for a relationship and I'm still not looking for it right now. Hence I, the thing without number. I went to an essay writing contest and they gave us a form with details to fill out. Among those details I had to include my phone number. This contest was from another university and they had sent their students to collect the forms. Along the

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It happened on WhatsApp. Now, I'm a smart girl, with a good sense of self-preservation, and I never say no to my phone. strangers, especially children. I go to a girls' college and all my friends are girls. I have nothing against guys, but I wasn't really looking for a relationship and I'm still not looking for it right now. Hence I, the thing without number. I went to an essay writing contest and they gave us a form with details to fill out. Among those details I had to include my phone number. This contest was from another university and they had sent their students to collect the forms. Along with these forms we had to submit a passport size photo, which, if we won, would be printed on the certificate.

I finished writing the essay and as I come downstairs, I see three guys standing there chatting. Since they were standing in the stairwell, I had no choice but to pass right in front of them. While walking down the stairs, he accidentally ended up making eye contact with one of them as he went down. That was the last I saw of them.

The next day, an unknown number sent me a message on WhatsApp asking me if I was okay. Strange, isn't it? As there were many people who did not, I had not saved, I politely asked this person who he was.

He says he's a friend of someone else I know.

I start to panic and ask him where he got my no.

He says he got it from my boyfriend.

Then I told him that he was wrong of no. Because I do not have a boyfriend. I never did it. I've never given my no before. With any other guy before, so it was unlikely anyone would have played a prank on me.

I decided to play along and try to figure out who this stalker was. Assuming he didn't really know who I was, I gave him a fake name and a fake college name. He too. Well.

He never asked me questions related to sex, but he wanted to know what my interests were. He asked me why I speak to him so easily. I remember saying something like, "I can have a good conversation with a rhino if I wanted to." he didn't like that.

He then got straight to the point and asked me why I'm lying. Naturally I try to defend myself, but he shuts it down by telling me my full name, and my college name. I'm sweating profusely at this point. I thought for so long I was playing it safe. I then got straight to the point and asked hi who he really was, how he got my no. And why he was messaging me to talk about the most mundane things.

He says he saw me that day, walking down the stairs and after he saw my eyes, he was hit by the compulsion to look for my no. It then hit me who he was.

I still don't know who he is. I told him that I didn't like hus stalkerish behaviour and that I couldn't possibly be friends with or even date someone who would get my no. By such means and refuse to tell me who they were.

Strangely enough, he agreed that he felt guilty about his behaviour and that he understood if I no longer wanted to remain in contact with him.

I never heard from him again. To be on the safe side I blocked him and deleted his no.

To this day, I still don't know his name. I never won that prize son I never had the chance to see his face again. I just went on with my life like it never happened.

The whole thing was very strange on the whole. I am typing this out to prove to myself that I didn't imagine the whole thing.

Wrote the name of my crush on a beach in Kerala , with tons of people watching me (I am from Mumbai, Maharashtra) so that I could click a photograph and send it to her for her birthday.


It was around June 18, 2017. Her birthday was in 4 days and here I am sitting in Kerala, enjoying my vacation. I had no idea what to give her. Besides, he was ruined. I discussed it with my friends. It didn't do much good. Then I came up with this "romantic" idea of ​​writing her name on the beach.

The only problem?

It was the last day of my vacation and I didn't know if I was going to visit a beach.

So I said to this

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I wrote my crush's name on a beach in Kerala, with a lot of people staring at me (I'm from Mumbai, Maharashtra) so I could click on a picture and send it to him for his birthday.


It was around June 18, 2017. Her birthday was in 4 days and here I am sitting in Kerala, enjoying my vacation. I had no idea what to give her. Besides, he was ruined. I discussed it with my friends. It didn't do much good. Then I came up with this "romantic" idea of ​​writing her name on the beach.

The only problem?

It was the last day of my vacation and I didn't know if I was going to visit a beach.

So I told this to my mom. I have absolutely no idea how but my mom actually agreed to this little stunt of mine. And we know how conservative Indian parents are. And probably Lady Aphrodite was on my side that we actually ended up going to a beach before catching our flight back to Mumbai. There was another hurdle though.

My dad had absolutely no clue about this. He anyways doesn't like that I talk to girls a lot and if he ever came to know that I am doing this for a girl whom I actually met online, I'm sure my mobile would have been confiscated.

We are about to leave the beach area when I signal my mom as to what should I do. I have no idea what happened but my dad started walking ahead of us discussing with our driver regarding the schedule of flight and what's the fastest time to reach and other stuff. And my mom cues me, “There's your chance.”

So I go, find a spot to write her name in the sand and click a picture just when the waves were coming to wash it away. Thats the one shot I had and thankfully I didn't blow it up (not that much)

Fast forward to 21st June and I sent her a long ass message and also she was shifting to a different state so I capped it off with this image with the caption “You may go, but the memories are sure to stay”

Well for a person who couldn't make eye contact with girls while talking until the age of 13, I think that's a long way I have come to being crazy.

Here's a romantic musing which helped me win her heart and her love:

Arnab Lahiri's answer to What do you wish you could tell your crush?

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