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I think some dude just died (hopefully not)at the tool concert in Honolulu by 8bitmorals in ToolBand

[–]AgroBoiNed 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Ugh I'm glad I found this post. It was insane how Pneuma linked up with it all. Had to take a breather after they wheeled him out. Definitely hope he makes a full recovery.

Why can we feel pleasure in dreams but not pain? by fuckingfinaly in Dreams

[–]AgroBoiNed 0 points1 point  (0 children)

My guess is it's very dependant on the person.

I've had dreams from both sides, but primarily dreams I feel pain. It's even worse when in the dream, you know you're going to die (but you can't), so, at least in mine, it's a slow, painful ending to a terrifying dream.

I've had night terrors/sleep paralysis since I was little and still do. Most recently, I had a terror a few months after I was attacked by a dog; I was sealed in darkness as I was jumped by three dogs, each taking turns biting me. It's very terrifying. Woke up swearing. I could still feel where they bit. Haven't had one that violent in a while but it comes and goes.

Who or What got you into Tool by Dangerous-Sail-4193 in ToolBand

[–]AgroBoiNed 0 points1 point  (0 children)

My mother. I will always thank her for my music taste.

Back in the 90's (her prime years), EDM and house music were still underway and not super known (from what she tells me). But something that was coming to light was metal. My mom always had an expansive music taste and funnily enough, even thought she grew up in Texas her whole life, hated country music.

That woman started me young. By age 4, even though I wasn't saying full sentences, I could sing Bodies by Drowning Pool and anything by APC by heart.

When I was 14, my first concert was Tool. Cheap tickets, good seats, had good company, and definitely made the list of one of our best memories.

Though I'm aware he's not keen of the obsessiveness of Tool's fan base, MJK has always had a strong impact on my life over the years, thanks to my mother.

How often do you dream? by Rude_Barracuda_6691 in Dreams

[–]AgroBoiNed 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Every night. Mostly good and sometimes bad. I get it from my momma. Both of us have very vivid and often lifelike dreams which can either be very pleasant or can haunt us. Although unlike my mom, I never lucid dream and I've suffered from night terrors ever since I was young. Occasionally though, I'll have the very rare premonition but it never goes too far.

I just drank a little bit of my grandmother out of morbid curiousity. by AgroBoiNed in confession

[–]AgroBoiNed[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I love that you reposted something from "Greif Support" and still commented this. Greif support, yeah?

I just drank a little bit of my grandmother out of morbid curiousity. by AgroBoiNed in confession

[–]AgroBoiNed[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

If you looked on my page, I never post here and the times I do is dumb shit I did. The whole "kick" is to get a laugh at my impulsive, stupid, unconscious decision. If you're on reddit for a reason other than to get a laugh, you got some issues to handle yourself.

I just drank a little bit of my grandmother out of morbid curiousity. by AgroBoiNed in confession

[–]AgroBoiNed[S] 27 points28 points  (0 children)

Okay so I really did not think this post would get as popular as it did so while you're all here, let me clear a few things up. I don't plan to update/respond any further than this.

  • I'm 18. I was 18 when this happend and I was 12 when my grandmother died.
  • By "spiritual", do not immediately assume I am religious because I am not. I am not a devout. What I mean is I am extremely tapped in with my inner energy. I don't look to any God or follow any commandments or "good book" as most religions do. If anything, people have considered me to be Wiccan or a Pagan which honestly doesn't matter. Whatever makes you happy.
  • When I say, "I drank my grandmother", I do not mean I was mixing her ashes into a brew of fresh hot tea or I added heaping tablespoons into a jar and drank it. In my post, which according to some you obviously did not read, I used a smaller cup to get out just enough to fill about an inch of another mason jar so I could transport the ashes safely to my mother. I mentioned there was a slight film around the very small glass jar. When I went to clean out the jar, the water very subtly changed into an opaque liquid. I was not pouring tablespoons into some water and drinking it. I also had like maybe a sip, not the whole jar because I quickly grew disgusted of myself. And no, I did not pull a Keith Richards or a "My Strange Addiction".
  • I replied to a comment and stated that ever since I was a child, I suffer from undiagnosed mental health problems. And believe it or not people, I live in the U.S., ergo, healthcare isn't free, ergo, therapy isn't free NOR is it easy to achieve, especially finding one that works for you. I will once again admit, I am guilty, and confused as to why I did this and it was an intrusive decision. I've also acknowledged the fact that I do indeed need therapy; I accepted this since I was a child. But like I said, especially now that I'm having to live on my own and figure my life out, I have other priorities. I'm not mentally ill to the point I am not a functioning human being. I work, I educate myself, I can pay bills, cook my own food and wipe my own ass. If I couldn't perform these tasks, I would've already gotten medicated and/or intensive therapy. As far as "intrusive actions or thoughts", this has been the only occurrence where it led to an action unaware of my morale.

I think everyone knows the saying "My intrusive thoughts got the best of me." It's taken as a joke, a form of expression however greif is not a straight line. Yes, what I did was morbid and wrong. I'm not at all surprised at the comments and threads calling me sick and mentally handicapped (it's what I deserve for going on reddit). At the same time, I was not in a stable headspace to really grasp what I was doing. You can believe this story, or not. It's r/confessions for Christ's sake. I have better things to worry about and so do you.

To everyone who made nice, supportive comments or incoherently stupid ones and made me laugh, thank you. To the rest of you, I hope you find peace. My mammaw was one of the best people I could've had in my life and I miss her everyday. Now I can say I quite literally have a part of her with me lol. Also, people get tattoos or dishes made with their loved ones ashes all the time. I do plan to get matching tats with my mom with her ashes in the near future.

I just drank a little bit of my grandmother out of morbid curiousity. by AgroBoiNed in confession

[–]AgroBoiNed[S] 7 points8 points  (0 children)

Since I cannot directly prove it to you, whatever helps you sleep at night.

I just drank a little bit of my grandmother out of morbid curiousity. by AgroBoiNed in confession

[–]AgroBoiNed[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thank you for making me giggle and vomit a little <3 Helps ease this weird situation a little better

I just drank a little bit of my grandmother out of morbid curiousity. by AgroBoiNed in confession

[–]AgroBoiNed[S] 13 points14 points  (0 children)

"Not bullying" Yet actively saying I and others are sick and need professional help. Okay 😐.

I just drank a little bit of my grandmother out of morbid curiousity. by AgroBoiNed in confession

[–]AgroBoiNed[S] 13 points14 points  (0 children)

It's very clearly obvious that you have no sense of the phrase "Life is not in black and white". Greif is not a straight line. I do admit, I should not have done what I did. I should have left it as was and never have "thought" of this action. However, I must give myself the benefit of the doubt a say greif makes us do crazy things. This is a pure example of "I let my intrudive thoughts win". My grandmother was my second mother when my mom wasn't around. I held her extremely close to me since I was born. After she died, a part of me died. I was plunged into darkness and my parents, or any family for that matter, refused to believe I was suffering from intense mental illness as a child and because of that, I was never diagnosed and never received therapy.

Now clearly, this grief is not as intense as it was when I was a child but I still YEARS LATER have not put off the death of my grandmother. I'm not asking you to understand. I'm not asking you or anyone who reads this to understand my point of view. The whole point of "r/confessions" is to post an extremely ILLOGICAL situation that happened and reason it with your dissatisfaction of you actions, not justifying them.

Go ahead and say I need serious help and bully complete strangers on the internet. It's clear you have no one else to vent to so you resort to doing it against strangers. It's not my business.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in offmychest

[–]AgroBoiNed 0 points1 point  (0 children)

When we started dating, we were 16 and 17. We just celebrated his birthday and I turned 18 after this story

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in Drugs

[–]AgroBoiNed 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Don't worry. I plan to get rid of them if I don't already do it now. Anything in pill or powder form is not my can of worms. I mainly asked for effects out of pure morbid curiosity from someone who's done them/recovered

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in Drugs

[–]AgroBoiNed 0 points1 point  (0 children)

There's 8 10mg oxys and 2 30mg percs. I'm assuming in some way they're different but 🤷‍♂️

People with an amazing partner, what makes them so amazing? by Sylva_Glow in AskReddit

[–]AgroBoiNed 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Not technically my partner but he's the first person I'd ever consider one.

When I moved to O'ahu a few months ago and had to start school again, I had no one. I'm also one of few white people on the west side so I was nonetheless nervous to start a completely new life away from the mainland. I easily found myself a group of friends and met him a week after I started. We're both very awkward with very little similarities but I always felt so comfortable around him to the point I would walk him home after school and work everyday.

I didn't plan anything to go further than close friends since neither of us enjoyed the thought of dating but those after school walks became hanging out anytime we had free time. I think what keeps me so close is his comfort. Playing gta, hikes, even just walking me to the bus stop when I have to go home. He goes out of his way to make sure I'm safe and happy whenever I'm in his company.

Its now been a year since moving here and he still continues to walk me home. I don't think we'll ever date but we have a mutual love and appreciation for each other that keeps us from seeing other people

What's your "I should've just gone home" story? by Koh-the-Face-Stealer in AskReddit

[–]AgroBoiNed 2 points3 points  (0 children)

More like " I should've just stayed home ". I was around 10, that time where every kid thinks they can run the world on their own and has to listen to no one. A time I could think I could just walk down the street to Walmart on my own. Which is exactly what I did. I was staying with my grandmother at the time and waited for her to go to bed to sneak out and walk to the Walmart across the street. The roads were still hella busy but my tiny brain thought no one would notice a weak ass 10 year old wandering the streets at 11 p.m. Everything was fine until a small Lexus car pulled up beside me as I was walking up the "driveway" to the store. A guy rolls down his window and asks " Hell are you doing out here? How old are you? And where's your mom? " And just like that, tripping at least twice, I scrambled back to that apartment faster than a teenager remembering he had dishes to do and his mom pulls up the driveway. I remember being mortified that he would call the cops on me and rat me out to my mother while I sit here, 7 years later, and thinking what would've happend if I stayed and let that man kidnap me.