For me it was the kid next door screaming at her mum. Went soft as a wet noodle.
The dog got on the bed and licked my butt. Ruined the evening as we couldn’t stop laughing.
Tl:dr Discovered I have a phobia for sleight-of-hand magicians and it ruined the most romantic opportunity of my life.
I booked an expensive, bougie hotel room for me and my (at the time) boyfriend, and we were planning on a wild night. He asked me to leave the room for an hour for him to prepare, so I went to the hotel bar for a drink. A guy approached me to bum a cig and began doing random magic tricks - pulling cards out of nowhere, making things appear in my pocket, and making ashes appear in my palm. I’m not sure why, but I absolutely panicked - it felt so violating to think that he was in my pockets and making things happen to my body without my knowledge or consent.
I ended up in a full blown panic attack and rushed back to the room. My partner was fully ready for an amazing romantic encounter, with rose petals and champagne and everything. I ended up just hyperventilating and ranting about scary magicians then fell asleep. I felt so bad that I ruined the night. I still get anxiety when I see magic tricks.
That’s fascinating. I can totally understand your phobia (not that I feel it but it makes complete sense).
It would be a lot more troubling if screaming kids didn’t make you soft.
We were just getting into it when we had someone collapse on the footpath outside our house, he was unable to walk and was calling for help. We had to go perform first aid and call an ambulance. Didn’t feel like fucking after that.
ADHD
Every time
I feel for you. On the same boat.
You poor bastard
Yes, one of the children woke up.
I don’t think that reads the way you think that reads…
Hm ok, English is not my first language but what I meant is that they started making noise in the living room and we had to stop.
As @Albbi@lemmy.ca said, you weren’t wrong in how you phrased it.
But it can have two very different meanings lol.
It reads correctly, unless you have a demented mind.
Strange drunk man hip-checked his way into my locked apartment. He was on the wrong floor, trying to visit his buddy one above me.
Full, over-the-top drama mode to the apartment managers and they installed a much more secure door and deadbolt. I’d already complained about their doors being basically just thick cardboard, so I wasn’t going to pass the opportunity up.
GF’s mom slamming her car door out front.
It wasn’t sex, but I was making out with a girl and the TV was on. One of the characters out of nowhere goes “no lightbulbs?! NO LIGHTBULBS!?” and I completely lost it, laughing right in her face practically in tears.
Yeah. Her son came home from the park early crying because he hurt himself.
Her dog.
Yep, broken concentration fucks me up completely.
I had an ex that would literally pout about this. Talk about not being a team player
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