Post things you don't tell anyone

Why would someone make up such a ridiculous lie?

>Be me
>In college
>Volunteer EMT (I was a med student, thought it'd be a good idea, WAS NOT)
>kid ODs on fentanyl laced pills
>have the pleasure of telling the parents
>fuckIhatethisjob.wav
>"Mrs. user, unfortunately we couldn't save your son. The prescription drugs he thought he was taking were laced, and there was nothing we could do."
>Tears a-plenty (understandably)
>Go through the paces of trying to calm her down, the father says nothing, some tears from him as well, but the mother is in hysterics at this point
>"B-but user was a good boy *sob* He doesn't do drugs!"

Now you guys gotta understand at this point my brain was fucking fried. Anyone who's done real EMS work (fuck off with your BLS taxi faggotry) knows how draining it is to just watch people die constantly.

>"Well, he doesn't do them anymore."
>Walks away
>the severity of my retardation didn't hit until I got back to my dorm.

>had sex with Mosin
Do you have a literal pencil dick, or did you just jack off on your gun like a faggot?

Me too, consequently I'm also an alcoholic.

>well, he doesn't do them anymore

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>be me a couple years ago
>wonder what it feels like to die
>put mag in Jericho
>rack the slide
>put gun to my temple
>finger on trigger
>squeeze a little
>hold it for a while
I was literally 1 millimeter away from death. It didn't feel like anything.
99.9 rounds up to 100, so mathematically speaking, I'm already dead.
Not to be an edgelord or anything.

>he doesn't do them anymore
user that's not retarded that's fucking based

At the time I thought I was a pretty fucked individual, but now I can chuckle at it. Obviously I don't tell this story to anyone because they'd ostracize the fuck out of me.

>shy but not as much at work
>slowly getting better but very confident and normal when at the range
>able to chat people up, having to conciously decide to speak up isn’t an issue
>only place in the world where I feel confident

I also had an ND nearly two years ago and have yet to fix the hole. I’m a fucking asshole.

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I did this when I was in 7th or 8th grade, still keeps me up at night thinking how I should be dead right now.

Nick Irving, a Ranger known for having 33 kills suffered from PTSD and held a Glock to his head and pulled the trigger. Said that it was loaded with one in the chamber and it didn’t go off.

Spooky shit man

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Glockfags btfo

youtu.be/jjPQ_jVlEnQ

Watch this lad.

Based

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Hell, I laughed. Good story, could even be told in polite company with a little window dressing.

Imagine being so traumatized by fighting for zog that you attempted suicide. Poor fucker.

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Anxiety has nothing to do with violent tendencies, you autist.

I haven't gone to the range in years. I keep wondering how to sell my collection, and to whom, and putting it off. Planning on keeping just my favorite Sig, and offing myself with it.

I’ve gone into gun shops high af and bought over $200 worth of AR magazines and 5.56. I like to enjoy my freedom all at once.

The only person I've ever told other than Jow Forums is my friend who's a combat vet. I don't really talk about my EMT stuff with anyone else, I figure he's seen some fucked shit, whatever I have to lay on him he can deal with. I worry about normies though, I don't want them to think I'm some fucked up loser who couldn't do what plenty of people do and lead normal lives on a regular basis.

I like to spray my asshole down with rem oil and shove a knights armament vertical grip up my poopshoot.

>super rare events
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chris_Kyle#Death

What state do you live in? I could use some free guns

Its been almost 6 years and I still cant get over my One-itus from when I was 18. Ive gotten better with it, but i STILL think about her from time to time and dream of the day where we can at least talk once more and clear the air. It gets really bad when my self esteem or life frustrations hit their lows, I still have dreams with her in it from time to time or I catch myself wondering whats shes up to o if she thinks of me. I dont want to be that loser thats still upset of his high school crush, and have been with other girls since then but none have tugged my heartstrings like she did. I think ultimately im jealous of her and all she accomplished, meeting new friends and other guys, going to better schools while I was stuck in my shithole town working my ass of trying to get my life together. she ghosted me right I made my feelings clear, but would occasionally text or message me and then go back to ghosting. Its been about 3 years since we last talked.

Ill finally be leaving soon and starting my life, part of me hopes she comes to say goodbye, but mainly because I want a chance to show off and rub it in her face, tell her Im doing OK even after she left and I dont care about her anymore, so why you would even show up? Its unhealthy but thats been a driving force for me for years

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I'm a completely sane and rational person. I work in medical research for fucks sake... but I have this one insane idea.

My last tour in Iraq, I spent something like 17 hours working under machinery in a tin shed with no rest and minimal water. When it was time to get up, I found I was paralysed and physically couldn't move anything by my neck and arms. I'd also lost feeling in my back and legs. I had to be hauled out, and as they lifted me up, found a pool of dried blood and my back filled with steel filings. I spent days recovering from some unexplained nerve disorder, and my first day back on my feet on duty, I found an old guy fucking around with a backpack right outside our rear compound wall. He looked at me, moved his right hand and I shot him right in the face, blew his brain and eyes all over what turned out to be a crude, dud IED. I have this belief, because it's not just an idea or feeling, that I died in that shed; I bled out, my soul left my body and my form was left a souless husk until I killed that dumb old fuck and stole his soul to power my brain again. I know it's fucking nuts, I can say that objectively, but I still wholeheartedly believe it. Every so often I get struck with the idea that maybe if I kill again, I can steal more souls and that will increase my mental power in some way.

She only talks to you occasionally to make sure shes still relevant. She’s a thot. Get over her. Go get a woman worth a shit. Or kys idk

If she only texts you every once in a while, she doesn't have feelings for you. She probably just wanted to feel some attention at that time. I'm sorry, user. The best thing you can probably do is when you're ready to spread your wings, reach out to her one last time and try to talk, clear the air, give her another chance, or whatever you're hoping for. In all likelihood, it won't pan out. But, it will give you the closure you need to stop dwelling on her and move forward with a clear head to new opportunities, new girls, and a better life for yourself free from questions of what might have been. Stay focused on yourself and stay strong, user.

>think I'm some fucked up loser who couldn't do what plenty of people do and lead normal lives on a regular basis.
Why would they think that?

If souls existed, which they don't, you couldn't just steal someone's. That's silly.

No shit. I know it makes no sense, but I can't stop believing it.

Bro in law is a paramedic/firefighter he sees crazy shit. Body parts yard saled and an hero’s on the daily.

I’ve never gone so far. But I’ve gone as far as racking slide, chambered, and finger on trigger. I did it once in front of my buddy as a joke. He was not pleased. Lol. I was pretty fucked up back then. I wouldn’t do it now, it definitely keeps me up a little thinking how I could’ve slipped.

Yeah, that would have sucked, user. I almost got rekt by a piece of metal that flew off my school roof one day in a wind storm as a child. I know it would have killed me because it cut the tree behind me completely in half.

WHAT THE FUCK. GREEN TEXT THIS NOW. I WANT THE FULL STORY.

The souls call out to you? Sounds like a bad god is messing with you.

I shot and killed somebody out of pure spite
>worked as a bar tender
>tons of boomers, old and fat trying to act like they did when they were twenty
>flirting (harassing) all the woman and fighting with every guy
>usually prices for food or drinks, trying to talk down the prices or say they dont think they should pay that much
>I would try to apologize and be nice about it, after a year I would openly yell at them to either pay up or fuck off,
>one regular was particularly bad, mid 50s, leather jacket, fat, handle bar mustache and a fucking bandanna
>walk right through people, cut others off and yell his order, make fun of the workers for being slow or stupid if they refused
>we tell the boss we refuse to serve him anymore and if he comes in again were all walking out
>he calls our bluff, when uber boomer comes in we all leave on the spot
>we say the next step is we all quit so he begrudgingly tells the guy hes barred
>one week later he comes in again, starts up his same routine and im the only guy there so I march out and start yelling at him to leave or im dragging him out
>"pff you wont do anything kid, youre just a pussy"
>me and another regular drag him out kicking and screaming hes going to kill us, outside I may or may not have punched him in the ear
>later that night after we clsoe Im heading out to my car
>"hey faggot, you still wanna go?"
>its the same guy, coming out of the shadows with a knife
>he starts waddling towards me, I back up and extend my hand telling him to back off
>he doesnt, so I draw on him
>he stops, but doesnt run, starts calling me a pussy and I have to get my him eventually
>remember there are no cameras around, no witnesses and A friend of mine got stabbed in the lung under similar circumstances and almost died
>shoot him twice in the chest , he back peddles and collapses
>he dies on the scene, tell the cops he charged me with a knife
>he had a criminal record so nobody cared to investigate it further

I dont regret it

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No I rub my peenor on it until my mosin or I am satisfied.

Fucking based. I’m using that line first chance I get.

Based boomer slayer

same OP, I get super nervo unless I'm all alone at the range, otherwise I'm a anxious mess.

I see you are a man of taste as well.

>he doesnt put his dick in the reciever to replace the bolt
it's also where the most oil is

Dabbed on that boomer

That’s what he gets for defeating the nazis

More like protesting Vietnam

And where the most sharp edges are.

Eat their hearts and steal their power user

>is not a masochist

Thats what he gets for murdering so many people.

No Vietcong ever signed the hart cellar act I got nothing against them

Doubt this is true. However if it is, there's nothing wrong with that. He came at you with a knife. Don't bring a knife to a gunfight boomer.

That was the story, you illiterate goldfish.

I have an urge to cause excessive physical harm to myself, typically by vehicular damage. Started a few years ago, after a sibling killed themselves, and after learning that I was really emotionally detached. I didn't genuinely cry when I found out not did I cry at the funeral. I once went so far as to swerve my car into a ditch, but got back onto the road soon after.

one day an undead shall be chosen to leave the undead asylum

Based Boomer Blammer

my hero

No it’s not. What the fuck were you working on? Just random shrapnel in back? No leading up story to blowing guys brains out.

Fucking dammit.
I have like a really weird form of ocd and I have absolutely no desire to die. As a matter of fact, I eat very healthy and exercise a lot due to wanting to live a long life.
Anyway, the ocd gives me urges to do stupid shit like pointing loaded guns at myself and other objects and sometimes puting finger or trigger for the stupid urges. It's pretty ridiculous.

That's really sad, vets really need our help to deal with the stress involved in repeatedly taking human life. For instance, there was that story a while ago about a solid operator that had similar coping issues. While identities in spec-ops are classified, leaks of this guy's personnel file showed nothing out of the ordinary except that the guy was an absolute unit. Apparently he was a top-tier recruit and a singularly venerated marksman. He hit his stride in Operation Enduring Feedom, where he was credited with a staggering number of confirmed kills resulting from his involvement in classified operations against terrorist networks in Afghanistan. His Navy superiors lauded his operational flexibility, documenting both his willingness and ability to be anywhere at any time. However, a few days into some scheduled R&R, the department of the Navy discovered that the soldier had illegally attempted to use covert DoJ contacts and resources to locate the residence of a US citizen by tracking his internet protocol address without a warrant. When local law enforcement searched his home, they found an arsenal of weaponry that matched items missing from the inventory of a nearby USMC supply depot. Turned out the guy had massive PTSD and had threatened the life of a minor, seeking "unholy retribution" for some perceived slight.

Spooky stuff.

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Is this fresh or re cooked?

Fucking 10/10

Sounds like he made that shit up tbqhfamalam.

Different user and I'll be nice, but please try to connect the dots and use the grey matter between your ears.
>working under machinery in a tin shed
>my back filled with steel filings
>back on my feet on duty, I found an old guy fucking around with a backpack right outside our rear compound wall
Alright, now take a full 30 seconds.
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Figure it out yet?
Goddamn machine shop filings and being put on light guard duty. And if it was any different, what difference would it make to his story?

how did the steel filings get in your back? were your lying on the ground?

>Did you know almost every school shooter had anxiety issues?

This. If you're going to be owning guns you need to get on some of that school shooter medication, I've heard great things

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Poetry

Yeah, its pretty fucked. My first call was a biker who got swiped by some dumb roastie, on her phone naturally, and as we rolled up I looked out the window and I saw his leg ten feet away from this huge tatted out biker dude who was in the process of bleeding out from his femoral. If anyone's interested I could get blitzed later and do some greentexts

Very interested.

did he die

The amount of times I've almost been killed by retarded people in cars/trucks when on my bike is terrifying. I'm selling it this summer and buying a jeep

Stealing souls as you describe is impossible. It's more likely that you entered a time loop or something and had a do over of what got you killed the first time around. Like the Mandela effect or something like that. Would help to know how the steel wound up in your back.

my glock has light strikes at least once per range trip so its not too unbelievable

That's a good and reasonable choice.

When you go out and meet new girls then you'll have a good chance of getting over it.

You don't owe her anything but learn from your mistakes and dont be so passive but dont look thirsty either.

Best way to get over that is to meet a hotter and nicer girl who does give you the time of day and you'll forget about the ghost girl or at least get a much better perspective.

Based Boomslayer.

good work user

fucking got me

Can I say non-Jow Forums-related things I want to get off my chest?

there are no mistakes in life. yours will happen how it was meant to be.

People ask me why I like and own a gun and I just give some conforming normal answer....the real answer is because I was raped and want to be able to protect myself

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Female or male.

Male

As an adult or as a child?

Teenager

>Have a firearm pointed at you
>Think it's a great fucking idea to tell someone you'll do it again when they're more vulnerable
I can only hope you raised the total IQ of the gene pool with that one.

thats a perfectly valild reason to tell people. it might get through their heads that violence can happen to anyone and they themselves should be ready

Black or white

Yeah it's a valid reason, but it's humiliating.

>crude, dud IED
so what was it, the guy's lunchbox?

>AR is soulless
more like soul taker

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