A blind date might be surprisingly good, especially if you've been set up by people who know you well. Or it can be a nightmare. Check out a bunch of reader-submitted stories about blind dates gone horribly wrong. The "happy ending" is when you never have to see that person again.
3. The date with a KISS-enthusiast:
"I was set up by a friend with a guy who seemed really nice at first. I soon realized that he was absolutely obsessed with the band KISS. He spoke at length about wanting to be buried in a KISS coffin. I was thrilled when the date was over, right up until the moment he asked if I wanted to go back to his place and test out his KISS condoms. No. No. No. I still shudder every time I hear a KISS song."
—angels4d4906ef4
4. The date with a drug-dealing hustler:
"I was out to dinner with this guy when he suddenly went outside for a smoke break. Whatever, do you — but I looked out the window to see him talking to someone else. It looked a bit odd and ~sketchy~, so when he came back in I asked him who that was. He told me he sells meth as a side job. "
—nelliem4f49128cd
5. The date with a big spender:
"I was set up on a blind date and told to dress nice for dinner. We ended up at Famous Dave’s. He told me I had to choose between the kids menu chicken tenders or the half-rack of ribs because he had a coupon. "
—kateb47a2cf44a
Some stories touch on adult subjects, but none end up with someone in jail or the hospital. Read 16 blind date horror stories at Buzzfeed.
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I am by no means an expert, however I have spent a good portion of my life around those who wear the makes of multiple failed attempts. I sincerely hope that the person who posted this has rethought the idea, no matter how it was meant. Do what's right stranger, what ever that may be.
"I would feel real trapped in this life if I didn't know I could commit suicide at any time." -Hunter S. Thompson
My dad had suicidal thoughts for about a year he told my mother and went to a crises center where they set him up with a couple councilors he saw on a regular basis. He did end up taking his own life and it was mostly well thought out. He knew where he was going to leave his car because he didn't want family or children to find him. He had a couple post it style notes on his desk that implied he did not plan on being there later in the week. He was social and an active member of the community was not giving stuff away and dressing in black. The only sign that he was going to kill himself was that he had told people a few times over the past year that he wanted to end it.
The main thing right now would be to stop the person from doing something irreversible. There are ways to stay in the country or you could always go back to their homeland (depending on how bad the place is) make a life there and get in the proper way.
If this *is* legitimate, I hope the writer seeks assistance from some of the good people and organizations affiliated with PostSecret. The ability to create such an attention getting postcard shows real talent; this talent should not be wasted.
What a silly observation. Of course it's a cry for attention. That doesn't make it unimportant.
Homo sapiens are pack-animals; receiving attention is vital to our mental and emotional health. Your post was a plea for attention. This comment I'm typing is a plea for attention. We humans thrive on attention. There's no shame in it.
The touching and moving part about this story isn't whether or not the suicide note is legit or a call for attention but the fact that 20,000 people came together to show compassion and sympathy (regardless of where, how, or if it was effective).
What's your point?
Except to people who feel compassion.
I call shenanigans on this one.
In all honesty I lost interest with PS some time ago, but maybe I should take another look.
Young illegals very often are encouraged to think of the country they left behind as home, by their elders. I saw this all the time in France with the North African illegal and immigrant population.
They very openly speak of their hate of France and their love of a country they hardly know. And they don't feel welcome because they are always somewhere that belongs to other people and refuse to even try to fit in.
Being an illegal is always uncomfortable. It takes its toll.
Postsecret is like a joke stereotype of the real diversity that exists underneath the facade of humanity, a pop-culti version of secrets that mocks reality and truth. Truth and actual reality are important, and I hate the people who make these fake projects like Postsecret, they are the same ilk that publish 'memoirs' like "A Million Little Pieces" (or David Sedaris books, etc), filling up unwary people's brains with a manipulative cloud of lies.