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  • Telling a friend’s girlfriend that he was doing much more serious drugs than she was comfortable with.

    This did kill their already strained relationship (They were broken up after he had drained their joint bank account with pay-per-minute online porn) but somehow my friendship with both survived for a few years after.

    They never got back together and his life went to shit, including some jail time for embezzlement.

    She, as far as I know, bedded the next guy to hit on her and had a kid. I hope it worked out as she deserved better.

    My other friends had always hated her, and loved that I had driven a wedge between them… until they found out that I essentially outed them for giving/selling him the drugs.

    Following that, all my friends knew where I stood, and those who distanced themselves from me… I knew why. One of them, more than a decade later, is in prison for murder after selling fentanyl-laced drugs and causing a fatal overdose.

    Several I am still close with. They know me, respect me, and understand that I will do the right thing, even if I am not the wronged party.



  • Absolutely, and I still do it at 52 years of age. Powers of two, three, five. I also convert letters to numbers, add them, and subtract 26 to figure out which letter is the total of the word, phrase, or license plate.

    If I play boggle a lot, I will start to dream word patterns.

    When I was a teenager, my Dad would point out a license plate and have me total them and convert to hexadecimal.








  • Pronell@lemmy.worldtoADHD@lemmy.world•Pure bliss
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    15 days ago

    Don’t judge my musical taste.

    Eric Carmen’s ‘Make Me Lose Control’ was on the radio a lot and it resonated with me.

    I ended up calling the radio station to find out what song it was, and then learned that my mom had bought that tape on accident because she thought it was Eric Clapton.

    Months later, on a camping trip with grueling hikes (to chubby young me, not that I am less chubby), I was singing variations on those lyrics as motivation to keep moving. Dunno what my Dad thought of this.

    On this trip, my grandpa and step-grandma hiked in to say hello and have dinner with us, only to have my 14 year old sister (on her period) lean out of her tent to vomit on their feet.

    Good times.