Today I Fucked Up

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/jitterfish on 2026-02-10 21:48:32+00:00.

Oh reddit, I'm so mortified! I'm at work hiding in my office with my brain replaying the interaction. I know this is one of those moments that every so often my brain is going to throw at me... Remember when you accidentally kissed that guy on the lips?

Background: I'm a university lecturer and part of my role is outreach, going into communities or having school groups come to campus. I'm currently part of a team running a program targeting Māori students in hopes of encouraging more Māori to enter STEM. Over the past few weeks I've met with various teachers and parents, and I had another meeting this morning.

I arrived, met the teacher who I already knew and then went to meet some other people. Now for those unfamiliar with Māori culture we have a greeting called a hongi, where you press your nose against the nose of the person you're greeting. But since covid less people do it with strangers. As a female a cheek kiss has become more common and that's what I have been doing along with hand shakes depending on the person and their body language.

I walk in the room and there is an older guy, I greet him and he leans so I read this as no hand shake but a cheek kiss. I go in and as I'm moving my head he's closing his eyes coming in for a hongi and I end up kissing him on the mouth. He pulls back startled, I say nothing because I'm frozen going omg. I just walked over to where some other people were sitting and did a really awkward group hello. The older gent turned out to be the principal of the school and when I went to leave he actually took a step back as we were saying goodbye.

TL;DR I accidentally kissed a school principal on the mouth when attempting a cheek kiss.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/omgomgyouguys_ on 2026-02-10 14:35:56+00:00.

Obligatory throwaway account.

This is all just… a huge mess. I (17F) am a part of a large friend group, containing my best friends and a mutual (17F) I don’t know all that well, along with several boys. 

For Valentines day, my school has a stand available where you can buy roses or cookies for people and they’ll deliver it for you. You can offer to send them anonymously, with a note, with initials or your full name. There’s a guy in our friend group (17M) who I think it’s cute. I wouldn’t say I’m in love with him, but sort of ‘if he asked me out, I’d say yes’ kind of vibe. For some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to send him a cookie, anonymously, just as a little treat. 

To my shock and horror, as I later realised, the student council would be handling all cookie and rose delivery, meaning they would see everything. And our mutual friend is on the student council. The cookies aren't supposed to be delivered for another week at this point, and it’s too late to turn back, so I just let it go, hoping she won’t have the misfortune of seeing what I wrote. 

Just my luck, while we’re all hanging out, she mentions that she’s seen EVER. SINGLE. FORM. filled out for Valentines day. Obviously I panic, asking her “Every single one?” She nods, and in the least discreet way possible, whispers to me “So, you like [insert crush’s name]?”

My best friend (who I also hadn’t told) and a girl I barely know are close enough to hear this, so I made up an excuse, saying it was a dare. And they believe it, thank the lord. Because honestly, I didn’t want him finding out, because my crush on him was so unserious, it wasn’t worth losing a friendship over. 

Now we come to last Thursday, when all the roses and cookies were given out. I wasn’t in his class when he received it, and nobody mentioned it afterwards. So, I assumed we were in the clear. Despite the mutual being a bit of a pick me, the fact that she had tried to whisper about my ‘crush’ made me feel a bit better about the fact that she probably wouldn’t tell him. 

Friday comes and I don’t see him most of the day. No big deal, we have different classes. I don’t really have any reason to assume: A) He knows or B) He’s ignoring me. The fact that no one mentioned it makes me assume everything is fine. 

I do notice, however, that he’s lost our 230 day streak on snapchat. Whatever, maybe he’s just been busy. 

But by the time Sunday rolls around and he hasn’t even opened my snaps in days, it suddenly clicks for me that he is most likely ignoring me. And he started ghosting me Thursday after the cookies went out. The only logical conclusion I can come to is that he knows, and now he’s trying to distance himself from me. 

Honestly, when I first realised, I was feeling pretty hurt and angry at myself. This stupid cookie was absolutely not worth losing a perfectly good friendship over, especially a crush that wasn’t even that strong. I genuinely just thought he was kind of cute.  I’m not going to see him in person for two weeks now, so now I have two weeks to spiral about this. Guess the lesson is that nothing is ever actually anonymous, huh? 

TL;DR: I sent my crush a cookie, he probably found out it was me who sent it and is now ignoring me.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/DependentNeither5357 on 2026-02-10 12:17:10+00:00.

Today I was at the gym and I failed my last rep on the bench press. Admittedly I put myself in a really avoidable situation - I didn’t have a spotter and I was attempting to match my personal best from last week. I lost my grip and I couldn’t get the bar back up again. In the process, it hit my mouth and busted my lip. I started bleeding, and although I know how to bail from a bench press, my brain totally panicked once I tasted blood - so I just called out for help, but nobody came.

The gym was totally packed. There were at least 15 people within a few metres of me. It felt like I was in a dream and nobody could hear me. It took two more tries until i was yelling really loudly for someone to please help me, then two guys from the nearest bench to me came over and helped me get it up. By that point my jaw had blood all over it, I was stuck under the bar for about 20-30 seconds. It felt like I was going to be a victim of the bystander effect - where people freeze rather than help in an emergency.

It was definitely a silly mistake that I’ve learnt my lesson from, and it was also selfish of me to put myself in a position where I probably could’ve foreseen that I might require help. It was really scary though, feeling like nobody can hear you when you can see them standing there. If you can hear someone yelling out for help then please assume that there is nobody else responding yet!

TLDR: Benched without a spotter, lost my grip, busted my lip then panicked when nobody was coming to help.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/NoHelmetsInHell on 2026-02-10 08:31:18+00:00.

My sister asked me if I was willing to pick up her son from school because she was not feeling well. I said yes. My sister warned me that her son's been in a bad mood for the past couple of days, so she was expecting me to be an adult who knew how to handle a moody 12 year old. I encouraged her to focus on getting better because her son was in good hands. Cut to my nephew getting in my car and asking me who the girl was in my IG post. I was like "hello to you too little man" before telling him the girl was my friend. He asked if I was gonna make my friend pregnant. I said that was an inappropriate question to ask someone and then I attempted to explain why, but I noticed he was scrolling through my friend's IG profile while I was talking to him.

I asked him if his mom allowed him to use social media. He said his mom allowed him to do anything when she's sick. I said kids his age should not be looking at girls online. He asked if I never looked at girls when I was his age. I had no grown up response to that question, so I skipped over my answer and encouraged him to take care of his mom when she's sick instead of taking advantage of the situation. He said his mom wasn't really sick. She apparently "hurt her butt." He laughed as he described how funny it was to watch her walk. I asked how did she hurt her butt. He shrugged and said I should ask my dad because she's mad at him for it.

While I was absorbing that information, I noticed he was tapping the like button on almost all my friend's posts. I asked him to please stop looking at my friend's content. He asked if I was jealous. I said I was uncomfortable, not jealous. He said I was uncomfortable because I was jealous. I said I was gonna tell his mom if he continued to do what he was doing. He said I could, but then he'll tell his mom that I said another man was his real father. I looked at him like WTF. He said the next time I pick him up from school, I should come with my friend. I said that was never gonna happen. He said it might happen because he just sent my friend a message to ask if she was interested in joining us.

I thought he was joking until he showed me the DM, which included a picture of the two of us to prove we're family. But it got worse, his message also added that I would love to "slow dance" with her on Valentine's Day. Needless to say, I was happy as fuck when I handed him over to his mom, even though I struggled to actually look at my sister without being bombarded by images of her getting her ass destroyed by her husband. Fml.

Tl;dr Agreed to pick up my sister's son from school. He turned out to be a cunning little creature that thrived on making me feel as uncomfortable as possible.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/OneWildAndPrecious on 2026-02-09 05:27:47+00:00.

I live in Washington State, and being one of those annoying “I don’t follow the sportsball” people bit me in the ass this week.

Saturday night I went to a fancyish party where almost everyone was in either formal wear or costumes. There were pole and burlesque dancers there, so fetishwear wasn’t out of place either.

I met an older, obese woman shortly after I arrived who was dressed in a style I can best describe as “sexy cowgirl.” Hat, spurs, miniskirt, the whole deal, and everything very bejeweled. She turned around and I see that her silver fringed jacket has a Cowboys star and the word COWBOYS on it.

Being a sports idiot, I think “wait, that’s football - are we playing them tomorrow?” So I say “Wow, you’re really brave to wear that.”

Meaning “brave to wear that in Seahawks country,” but of course, we *weren’t* actually up against the Cowboys in the Super Bowl, as I realize when it’s obvious my joke didn’t land. Instead, I just managed unprovoked to tell a conventionally unattractive woman her sexy outfit was “brave”.

Sure enough, she goes “Brave? Why am I brave?” So I have the choice between:

A. Admitting I’m an idiot as I remember the Cowboys and the Patriots are different teams.

B. Insulting a woman’s appearance.

C. ??????

I choose C and spout some bullshit about the rhinestones getting wet in the rain, then awkwardly run away to the other room.

TL;DR: Told a plus-sized woman her sexy cowgirl costume was “brave” because I thought the Seahawks were playing Dallas.

Edit: I’m a woman 😭 I try to be a supportive “girl’s girl” too

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Ok-Net-6414 on 2026-02-10 07:14:43+00:00.

This happened today and I still feel hollow.

A few months ago, my best friend passed away unexpectedly. We’d known each other since we were kids, and my phone was full of stupid voicemails from them — jokes, random rants, and the occasional late-night “call me back, it’s important (it’s not)” messages. I kept every single one because hearing their voice made it feel like they weren’t completely gone.

This morning my phone started glitching and wouldn’t boot properly. I rushed to a repair shop before work. The technician said the only fix was a full reset. I asked if my data would be safe, and he said it should be backed up. I took that as a yes and told him to go ahead.

When I logged back in, my voicemail inbox was empty.

At first I thought it was just taking time to sync. Then it hit me. I asked if there was any way to recover deleted voicemails. The technician tried everything he could for almost an hour before quietly telling me they were gone for good.

I sat in my car staring at my phone, realizing I couldn’t clearly remember the sound of their voice anymore. I remember what they used to say and how they laughed, but the exact tone — the little details — were in those recordings. And I had just erased the last pieces of them I could replay.

I still went into work and tried to act normal, but during a meeting someone asked a simple question and I completely broke down. I had to step out and explain why I was crying in the hallway over “a phone issue.” My coworkers were kind, but I’ve never felt so embarrassed and sad at the same time.

I’ve spent the rest of the day digging through old videos and group chats, hoping to find even a few seconds of their voice in the background.

If you have recordings from people you care about, back them up in more than one place. I thought I was safe. I wasn’t.

TL;DR: Reset my phone without thinking and accidentally deleted the last voicemails from my best friend who passed away, then had a breakdown at work when I realized what I’d lost.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Ecstatic-Ticket-4063 on 2026-02-09 19:25:54+00:00.

Today I had my first "real adult" moment that turned into a total nightmare for my social anxiety. I had an appointment with an ENT specialist. This was the first time I ever arranged a medical appointment, handled the insurance papers, and went all by myself without a parent.

I was so focused on making sure the insurance papers were filled out correctly that my brain just... deleted the "payment" step. The receptionist was busy talking to another patient, she handed me my papers, and I just walked out. I didn't even realise I hadn't paid until I was standing in the pharmacy 30 minutes later.

The moment I realised, I went into a full panic. I felt like a criminal. I spent the next hour calling the office repeatedly, but they were probably on a lunch break. When the receptionist finally answered, she sounded so cold and angry. She told me the doctor might not even see me again because of "what I did." Later that evening, she called me back again just to lecture me and tell me how awkward it was that the doctor saw the unpaid bill at the end of the day.

Now I’m spiraling. I’ve spent the last few hours insulting myself, pacing around, and I can barely breathe from the shame. I have to go back tomorrow to pay them and I am absolutely terrified to show my face. I feel like I failed at acting like a grown up on my very first try.

TL;DR: I went to the doctor alone for the first time, got distracted by insurance paperwork, and walked out without paying. Now the receptionist thinks I’m a thief and I’m having a massive anxiety crisis before going back to pay tomorrow.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Specialist_Rub5053 on 2026-02-09 18:44:03+00:00.

I am currently sitting in my kitchen absolutely dying of embarrassment while my husband refuses to stop laughing at me in the background. I work a pretty standard office job and I usually keep my phone on my desk to catch the occasional notification from my backyard. Earlier today I got an alert on my phone that said a visitor was detected. When I glanced down I saw these two massive dark eyes and what looked like a black mask staring straight into the camera lens. My heart immediately dropped into my stomach because from the angle and the proximity it looked exactly like a person wearing a balaclava peeking into our side window.

I went into full panic mode and called my husband while he was at the grocery store telling him that someone was trying to break in. I even posted a screenshot to our neighborhood watch group warning everyone to lock their doors. He rushed home and I was about to call the police when I finally pulled up the live stream to see what was happening. It turns out it was just a Tufted Titmouse that decided to land directly on the lens of our birdfeeder cam. Because the detail was so crisp the tiny face of this bird looked like a full sized human from a distance. I am now officially the bird lady who cried wolf to the neighborhood.

TL;DR: Thought a masked intruder was peeking in my side window and alerted my husband and the neighborhood watch. Turns out it was just a tiny bird landing on my smart feeder’s camera lens and looking way too much like a person in a balaclava.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/wildlandal on 2026-02-09 15:18:14+00:00.

TL;DR at bottom

So this TIFU is a legit today one and throwaway account is being used. I've been wanting to lose some weight and I know I have to change my eating habits.

In the mornings I typically grab some gas station "food," and yes quotes are necessary because its just junk and not really healthy, before work.

So I decided to try a protein shake in the mornings. However I failed to read the label where it says Whey protein on it. I am lactose intolerant, I think you can guess where this is going...or where I went.

I mixed up a nice 20oz shake and headed off to work. Well I got violently ill from both ends. I couldnt figure out why until my coworker mentioned that protein powders are milk based. Sure enough I completely ignored the whole Whey thing on the label. And yes I do know what Whey is, I'm just an idiot.

So as I sit here in the bathroom for the 4th time, I get to type out my TIFU.

TL;DR- I am lactose intolerant. I drank a large glass of Whey based protein shake and now am regretting life.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/askyour_daddy on 2026-02-08 10:20:01+00:00.

I always leave things last second and it surprisingly always goes somewhat well. This time... not so much.

Had a univeristy work to send by 6 pm Wednesday and guess what? No electricity the night before, I started freaking out, but then one hour later it came... I worked on it until 2 am and even pondered finishing it all night, but decided I'd do it better with a clear head. Electricity has been out since Wednesday morning until now...

I managed to go to my mom's workplace with my PC (yes not a laptop and I didn't have it saved anywhere, dumb moment) and put everything together in an empty room. Finished it and sent it the day after the due date. I send the teacher various emails... she didn't answer any of them.

Might be fucked for that subject or she might be nice and grade it. Wouldn't know, she won't answer me 😭 Best part uni starts back up in two days and still no electricity, doesn't help I live in the middle of nowhere. If this ever happened to anyone, would love to hear it.

TL;DR: Electricity went out the due date of a Uni paper.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/nowyouresending3home on 2026-02-07 22:23:53+00:00.

So today I went to a shop that I go to pretty regularly. There’s a guy who works there that I have a pretty good rapport with, and between the last couple of times I’ve gone in, I’ve picked up on a bit of flirting.

So today I went in & he was eating a smoothie fruit bowl. I asked him if it was from somewhere around here, to which he said no it was from a spot closer to his place. I said something like “we don’t have any good smoothie places around here” and he replied with “I’ll have to take you to this one some time” AND THEN I LAUGHED

Mind you I would loveeeee to go. I think he’s pretty good looking and really easy to talk to. But I’m an awkward laugher. I laugh allllll the time. Especially when I’m nervous; which I most definitely was. Ughhhhhh pray 4 me yall lol

TLDR: I laughed at a guy who (kinda?) asked me out

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/dontwasteurtimeonme on 2026-02-08 10:50:51+00:00.

I'll set the scene with a wee bit of context:

1. I generally sleep on my left, and when I'm particularly stressed pretty much in the fetal position, with my hands sort of holding my left knee? My left hand is under the knee and my right hand is between my knees. But I scrunch my legs quite tight, as in I wake up with DEEP handprint impressions.

2. I also don't really have normal dreams, I almost exclusively have nightmares interspersed with night terrors, and very occasionally sleep paralysis.

3. I recently filed my nails into oval shapes, and my nails are incredibly thick/strong.

The FU:

This morning, I wake up AS I am beginning to act out the dream BUT IT'S TOO LATE. In this dream, I am frantically, quickly, forcefully, yanking my outstretched right hand back towards me. In reality, my right hand is trapped between my knees. So, as my brain/body decides I clearly need to perform this action for real, I end up with three rather "lovely" scratches to the inside edge of my left knee. They hurt more than I thought they would, and anything touching them is quite unpleasant, so I had to dig out a large gauze plaster (band-aid to my American friends) to cover them before I put my jeans on.

TL;DR: Acted out a dream of yanking my hand towards me whilst it was tightly between my knees, resulting in three unpleasant scratches.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/zara_starkerstreber on 2026-02-08 14:27:59+00:00.

TIFU by taking a whiff of smoke coming from super glue on cotton yarn

Title says it all. I was just trying to cut a tail from a crochet project and I know gluing it will prevent unraveling. I had just superglued a few things that were falling apart beforehand on my desk, just absentmindedly while I'm bored working from home.

What was different with the yarn was I noticed a faint white vapor coming off of it. What happened next was pure instinct, no thought. I brought it to my nose and very very briefly took a quick sniff.

I immediately felt a burning stinging sensation in my nose that I have never felt before and it made me jolt back like I got an electric shock. It felt like the most "NOPE I SHOULD NOT HAVE DONE THAT" thing I might have ever done. I started panicking and hyperventilating for a moment but it didn't last long.

I know people sniff glue to get high but I don't think this is one of those. Thankfully the pain and irritation went away after a few moments.

I had to Google it. FYI the active ingredient in super glue is Cyanoacrylate. It polymerizes in contact with water (which is in air and why it will quickly dry in air). Somehow, natural fibers speed up this process and create a lot of heat due to the exothermic reaction. If you get enough of it going it can actually start a fire. Someone said it makes mustard gas and I don't think that is true but all I know now is I will never sniff something suspicious ever again.

TL;DR was bored, saw glue make pretty vapor, smelled it like an idiot, made nose big owie

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/tifubathroomreno on 2026-02-08 14:44:25+00:00.

So this happened on Friday and I think its time to share it with the world. I have two kids, both boys, one at school age and one at nursery age (kindgarten for the americans). On Friday morning I had a lot to do in the morning while getting them ready for school, so I was running incredibly behind to the point of potentially being late dropping them off. I hadn’t peed yet due to all the rushing around and frankly I just didn’t have the time if I wanted to get them there on time so I made a judgement call that I could probably hold it until I got back home after dropping them off. So I got them in the car and we headed off. Unfortunately due to two pregnancies my bladder isnt what it used to be and I was very wrong about being able to hold it. I needed to go urgently. This was probably a stupid decision from me, but the closest public toilet to where we were was the library in the complete opposite direction, which would 100% make them late for school. So in an effort to still try and get them there on time I decided to bite the bullet and pulled over at a quiet spot, hopped out the car, opened both doors and had an emergency pee right there. The boys thought it was absolutely hysterical and kept giggling at the sight of watching mummy pee outside. I got back in the car and continued on. Despite all my efforts, we were still a few minutes late. To make matters worse, as I was apologising for them being late, my oldest decides to say “mum had to stop for a wee outside the car” which led to a very fun conversation about my earlier relief. I also heard he apparently kept telling this to his friends and classmates, so I think I’m now known as the mum who pees in public. The things I’ve done after having kids are things I never thought I’d have done in my life, but I guess thats part of the experience.

TLDR: taking kids to school, was going to be late so didnt pee before leaving, had to stop to pee, son decided to tell people about this

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Halloqween on 2026-02-07 23:33:30+00:00.

I live in an old townhome, and my landlord really sucks at getting things fixed. They sent 2 car mechanics over to fix a burst pipe once, among many stupid things. So I kinda just gave up on them fixing anything.

Around the same time about 2 years ago, the lights stopped working in my bedroom, the bathroom, and the dining room. I would turn on the switch, and it would flicker with the faintest glow, or sometimes not come on at all.

I figured there was a problem with the electrical since all the lights went out at the same time, so I just ignored it. I’ve been using the bathroom in the dark with the door open and use lamps elsewhere. I live alone and the rent is cheap, so hey, I’ll make do.

I was cleaning out a cabinet earlier today and I found my extra light bulbs. I thought maybe I should try it in the bathroom, since that light will come on with a faint glow. So I replaced the bulb, and the light worked normally.

I then replaced all the bulbs in the rooms I thought I had wiring issues with. They all work now.

TL;DR I’ve been living in the dark for 2 years because I thought I had electrical issues when I only needed to replace the light bulbs.

(Also never thought it was the bulbs because they were supposed to have a lifespan of 10+ years!)

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/HyacinthFT on 2026-02-08 04:42:43+00:00.

I moved to a new city two months ago where I know basically no one. short version is I got so drunk I threw up all over myself.

42M.

I joined a locally owned gym when I moved here. they had a game day yesterday and I went mostly just to meet people. I won the game day and the owner of the gym asked if I'd stay for the get together afterwards for members. I'm a gym member. I say sure. I want to meet new people.

drinks were self serve bc were adults.

fast forward two or three hours and I'm throwing up by the tennis courts. owner's brother appears (so someone must have reported me) and gets me in his car to drive me home. I remember giving him my address and him telling me to throw up out the window. he was in my building next to my door asking if anyone would take care of me in my place.

I just woke up in my bed. it's 5 am here.

I'm so fucking embarrassed. I'm 42. people were there with their kids. It wasn't a real party, it was a fucking "talk to people with drinks" thing. I can't just move away, I live here now.

tl;dr how can I be so fucking stupid. I drank way too much at a friendly community event that I had to be driven home by a stranger after throwing up outside.

Edit: I almost never drink anymore. I remember telling the guy in the car that I'm on a cut but that's no excuse. I served myself tall glasses of some kind of cocktail with rum.

I can't just move away. I bought property. I live here now. I'm so fucking stupid.i want to move away so badly but I can't afford that.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/chelseatheus on 2026-02-08 01:10:37+00:00.

Obligatory this didn't happen today but I still think about it.

I live in an apartment where pigeons are fucking everywhere. There was this one pigeon who constantly sat on the ledge of the window by my bedroom and cawed and shit all over the window.

I got fed up one day and started banging on the window with my fist to try and scare it away. But we live in a city, and this mf didn't give a fuck.

I'm starting to really hit it hard and my partner says, "you're gonna break the window". I laugh and continue while saying "no I'm not" (I'm very small and weak). And suddenly the glass shatters.

This pigeon still hasn't moved. I'm worried about it getting cut, so I start slowly trying to remove the glass from my hand and on top of the pigeon.

There's nothing around at this moment except for a dildo next to my bed. So I pick it up and gently push off the pigeon.

Tl;Dr I pushed a pigeon off my window ledge with a dildo after punching through the window.

No pigeons were harmed during this event

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/ShuuString on 2026-02-07 16:35:01+00:00.

For over 15 years since I was a teenager, I get migraines about once a month, sometimes more if I wasn't taking care of myself. I would try to power through - OTC painkillers, dark room, ice packs, caffeine, water, sleep, leaving work when necessary. I would be miserable for 2-3 days every time and figured this was just my curse.

A couple weeks ago, I decided I'm no longer at a point in my life where I can just drop everything for a couple days to recluse. I have a kid, I'm the breadwinner - life doesn't stop just because I can't stand up without my head throbbing and feeling like I'm going to throw up at any second.

I made an appointment with my PCP and asked for medication for when the OTC isn't cutting it. She went through my symptoms and said "yup, here's a script for a triptan."

This morning I woke up - nauseous, heavy feeling over my eye, kid's cartoon and kazoo felt like nails in my head. Took the triptan for the first time.

An hour or so later, and I still feel a bit pukey and a little drowsy, but I can walk around without being hunched over trying to get the pressure in my head to regulate. My kid cracking up at his show isn't sending me into a spiral. I'm about to go wash my face and get on with my day. Why in the world did I wait this long to as for help?

TLDR: I powered through migraines for over 15 years and figured that's just what I had to do. Recently got medication to help and I'm back on my feet within an hour instead of 2 days.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/12InchGypsy on 2026-02-07 15:36:07+00:00.

A friend of mine decided she was going to try and play matchmaker by setting me (26M) up with one of her buddies (28M). She got this idea because we're both gay and into rock climbing. She showed us pictures of eachother and we both liked what we saw. Cool, so I got this guy's Facebook from her and decided to chat with him.

Upon finding his Facebook profile, I was immediately overwhelmed. Dude looked like a 7/10 from the pics she showed me... on facebook he looked like a solid 10/10. I was like "man, this guy is smoking hot" and really I was kinda nervous to even message him. Eventually I got up the nerves to shoot him a DM... he responded quickly and we ended up talking about hobbies, work, etc.

Turns out the guy worked the same exact type of job I work and had almost the same hobbies. He was wayyy more into rock climbing than I was (and had even done some professional stuff) but I didn't mind, and actually hoped he'd help me get more into it. He was also a pretty musculsr/fit dude... I'm a lanky beanpole. We ended up talking for hours and planned a date for the next week. We decided on a rock-climbing date at the mountains. He wanted to go climb a small mountain nearby us. Cool, it was a climb I had done a bunch of times.

Only one problem... during the day of the date I started getting cold feet and decided I was going to drink to take the edge off. I'm not much of a drinker, and usually only will drink once or twice a year. I went to the gas station and got a case of sapporo beers. I drove to the area we were planning to meet at and drank about 4 of them. I then gargled some mouthwash. I genuinely don't know what I was thinking.

My date rolled in about 20 minutes later and we started talking. The chemistry in person was just as good as it was online, and the alcohol had definitely removed any anxiety/nervousness over the situation. I was tipsy but don't know if he noticed. He turned to me and said "You know. This climb is kinda basic... someone like you would probably be bored with it..." Being me and not knowing when to say no to something, I responded back like "Yeah this is a basic climb. I've done it a lot." This was my first mistake.

He cocked his head and said "Oh, let's go across the way then and do *insert name of much harder climb* I think you could handle it." I was already having trouble balancing (maybe I'm a lightweight 😅) but again... not knowing when to say no, I replied with "Sure! Let's go!"

We walked over there together and began scaling the side. This was a free climb. Holy crap. Everything was spinning around me. I felt like I was going to throw up any second from the alcohol. I kept climbing higher and higher and looking down and just telling myself "I'm at a height now where if I fall I could die... and I can barely balance... and if I fell I'd miss life so much." But I kept climbing, against my better judgement.

Because of the alcohol, I kept having to pause every few seconds to regain my footing... this led to my date sorta playfully teasing me like "Man, this climb is nothing! You're already winded?" I was burping up beer and trying to keep my senses and also talk to the guy and hold a good conversation at the same time. I felt like I was playing russian roulette in a cuban prison or something... we had gained some serious elevation and everything looked like an ant below us. My date was a bit ahead of me and I started oggling his butt too (😅) which probably made things even worse. Felt like I was playing 6 games at the same time.

I seriously thought I was going to wipe out and fall or throw up everywhere... but I finally got to the top... and just as I'm thinking "No way is this guy ever going to text me again after this... he thinks I'm out of shape..." He leans in and kisses me. "That was fun. The view from up here is great."

I laughed like a maniac, still feeling queasy and buzzed "Yeah, it really is."

I busted my ass 3 times just walking around on the plateau at the top of the mountain 🤣. We sat up there until it got dark and then went down. We went to the desert, watched the stars, and talked about random shit.

TL;DR:

Got intimidated by a hot date and mixed alcohol with rock climbing. Had one of the scariest experiences of my life... but everything turned out alright!

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Papermants on 2026-02-07 13:23:51+00:00.

This happened a while ago, but people still joke about it. I was 17 and looking for my first job. I was sending my resume everywhere, and one gas station finally invited me for an interview. I was excited but also really nervous because I had no idea how interviews actually worked.

The interview was at 10:30 and the place was about 8 km away, so I left an hour early on my bike. It was a nice autumn day and while riding I kept going over possible answers in my head. I was using Google Maps and everything seemed fine at first.

Things went wrong during the last 2 km. There was a roundabout and Google Maps kept telling me to go straight toward what looked like a checkpoint. I stopped and stood there for about five minutes trying to figure out what to do. Every time I tried another direction, the map rerouted me back to the same spot. I really didn’t want to miss this interview, so I ignored the “Do Not Enter” sign and went ahead.

The road turned into a forest path. People were walking there, so at first it didn’t feel that strange. Then it became a dirt road. Still fine. A bit later Google Maps told me to turn into a field. There was no road at all, just grass and sand. I had about ten minutes left and I could see the gas station across the field, so I panicked and decided to go for it.

I lifted my bike over some wooden fences and tried riding, but the sand made my bike slide everywhere. Most of the time I had to push it. There were holes, bumps, and I was already exhausted. After a lot of effort I finally reached the gas station, only to realize there was a huge metal fence in front of me. About three meters high.

I followed the fence for a bit on a road that went up and down until I found a hole in it. The grass there was as tall as me and the path led directly to the truck entrance from the highway. There were trucks everywhere. Somehow I timed it right, ran through, parked my bike, and went inside. People stared at me but didn’t say anything. I did notice there were no other bikes around, which felt strange.

Inside I went to the cashier and said I was there for an interview. She looked at me like she was trying not to laugh and went to get the manager. A guy came over, asked if I was Mike, sat me down, gave me hot chocolate, and told me to wait. At that point I thought everything was going great.

The manager and his assistant came in and started asking questions. I answered them and it seemed like they liked me. Then the manager asked how I got there. I said I came by bike. Both of them froze and asked how that was even possible. I explained the field, the fences, and the road. That’s when they told me the field behind the gas station was actually a military training ground.

They stared at me for a second and then started laughing, saying I must really want the job if I was willing to bike through a military base just to get there. I told them I would take the normal road next time, but they explained that the normal route was about 60 km because you have to go around the highway. That was obviously not realistic.

They wished me luck and said they would call me on Monday. I left feeling completely stressed. I called my sister to see if she could pick me up by car, but she was in another country. She tried calling friends, but no one answered. Google Maps stopped working because I was basically standing on military territory, so my only option was to go back the same way.

Knowing now that it was a military training area, my heart was beating like crazy. I went back through the hole in the fence, picked up my bike, and started running. I ran about a kilometer through the field with my bike in my hands and almost fell into a massive trench along the way. Eventually I made it out, saw a sign saying the area was restricted, got on my bike, and rode away as fast as I could.

Later this became a joke among my friends. They still say that if there were cameras, I probably got an invitation to join the army. A few days later the recruiter called me and said they couldn’t hire me because of transportation issues, but that they would never forget me. Apparently whenever someone is late for an interview, they now tell the story about the kid who biked through a military base to get there.

TL;DR: Trusted Google Maps to get to my first job interview by bike and accidentally crossed a military training ground. Didn’t get the job, but became a story they still tell.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/ArticulateRhinoceros on 2026-02-07 12:41:35+00:00.

This happened last weekend, but I have to go back 13 months for the whole story.

My husband passed several years ago. I would wear his wedding ring on a cord around my neck. I pretty much never took it off. December 2024 I went to the mall and took it off while trying on dresses. Later that day at home I noticed the necklace was missing. I searched my house, car, closet, etc., and couldn't find it. I came to the conclusion that I either left it in the changing stall at the mall, or it fell off during the day sometime between leaving the mall and going to the gym before going home.

I went to the gym, I went to the mall, I asked around, searched lost and found, asked employees, and found nothing. To say I was upset would have been an understatement. I was extremely sad and feeling horrifically guilty that I was so careless with something so precious.

I made a post on my local Facebook Group and another on a local subreddit. A local TV reporter reached out to me and we filmed a small segment for the news in hopes that the ring would be found. The reporter even went back to the mall and checked several pawn shops in the area for me.

Time passed, and I accepted that the ring was gone forever. This was extra upsetting to me, as I had lost a fair amount of weight and so my wedding ring no longer fit me, and I had to stop wearing it for fear of losing it as well.

Last weekend would have been our 11th wedding anniversary. I thought about my ring and realized after 13 months there was no way it was getting returned. If it was found when I lost it, the person had clearly decided to keep it, and if it was found now, no one would know who it belonged to or how to return it. I was... not doing well.

The next day, I actually backed into a parked car in the morning, like a moron, and was already having a pretty crap-ass day. My birthday was the next day (it's two days after our anniversary), and ever since I surpassed the age my husband passed at, I really hate it and don't celebrate. So, between our anniversary, the car accident, and my impending birthday, I was NOT in a good place last Saturday.

Anyway, I finished up with the car insurance and headed home. When I got home, my cat was pestering me to play with him. I have a walk-in closet, but I don't use the whole thing because it's just me now, so I made half of it a play space for my cats. I go into the closet and am playing with my kitty when he chases something into my clothes. A dress kind of pops out, and out of it falls MY HUSBAND'S WEDDING RING!

I lost my mind. I started shaking and screaming, "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!" My brother, who lives with me, heard me and thought something bad had happened. He found me shaking and screaming and wasn't sure if I needed a hug or help or what, lol. When I finally calmed down, I explained that I found the ring. Then I called my kids and told them, and instantly my day got better. Best anniversary/birthday gift I could have gotten, honestly.

I'm still confused by how I missed it and how it was found so easily now. When it first went missing, I TORE my closet apart. Took everything off the racks, shook all the dresses like a mad woman. In fact, I did this multiple times, like every weekend for a while. I don't understand how I never found the ring in that dress! I haven't worn the dress (I lost a lot of weight and bought several dresses in a spree that I've had no occasion to wear them to), but I've definitely taken it off the rack and at least shaken it and looked inside it before. I'm so confused, but grateful!

But here's the thing... I had the whole city looking for this ring at one point... and it was in my house the whole time. I WENT ON THE DANG NEWS! I'm so embarrassed! I can't tell anyone outside of my family that I found it because... it was never lost, I'm just a moron!

So, I'm sharing my fuck-up here. The ring was never gone, I circled the wagons for no reason, I'm sorry!

TL;DR I lost my late husband's wedding ring 13 months ago and made a big hullabaloo about it, including going on the news to plead for its return. Turns out, it was never lost. I found it in my closet last weekend and now can't tell anyone because of the big to-do I made over it, when it was never really lost to begin with!

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Jeffrey_Friedl on 2026-02-07 10:06:28+00:00.

Just a minor fuckup, but I needed some shelf corner brackets for a project, and needed them to be magnetic. Got some thick stainless-steel brackets, and guess what, it seems that high-quality stainless steel is not magnetic.

Who would have known? (Answer: someone smarter than I was prior to today.)

Now I must head back to the store and actually test for magnetism before I buy.

Not incidentally, I also fucked up by having my fuckup be something I could tell concisely in less than 750 characters, so to compound my embarrassment I have to add this long-winded sentence so that my post meets the minimum-length requirements of this TIFU subreddit. Fuck, still need 31 characters.

TL;DR: bought steel brackets assuming they'd be magnetic, but they're not.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/bubugugu on 2026-02-07 07:08:12+00:00.

for more than a year, I’ve been getting stomach cramps and diarrhea whenever I cook and eat at home.

Initially I thought it’s the rice cooker. Maybe I didn’t clean it properly. I’ve tried using soap, vinegar and diluted bleach, but nope still getting diarrhea.

Okay so I thought it’s the rice cooker itself. So I swapped the rice cooker 8 times throughout last year, each time using a different brand. (EDIT yes I know this sounds a bit crazy but I was running out of ideas after trying things mentioned below!!) But nope still getting diarrhea.

And then I thought it must be the way I cooked and prepared food in the kitchen. So I cleaned every surface and corner of the kitchen. But nope still getting diarrhea.

And then I thought it must be some sort of food intolerance. So I stopped eating gluten, spicy food, coffee, milk, etc. But nope still getting diarrhea.

And then I thought it must be my cat! He spents a lot of time in the litter box and must have stepped on poop. So I gave him a bath and try to avoid being close to him. But nope still getting diarrhea.

And then I thought it must be something in the room , some kind of dust, particles or something. So I bought an air filter and turned it on 24/7. But nope still getting diarrhea.

I saw the doctor multiple times complaining about this issue, but she just told me to add more fiber.

A month ago I discovered whenever I stopped eating rice. Things seem to get better…but if it’s not the rice cooker, then what is it?

Turns out it was the rice. The uncooked rice must have gotten wet somehow. Wetting uncooked rice activates Bacillus cereus spores, which produces toxins that cannot be killed during the cooking process.

So I bought a new bag of rice yesterday, and cooked and ate it yesterday and today. I can confirm I don’t have diarrhea anymore.

So whilst suffering from severe diarrhea for almost a year, I’ve still managed to work, train for marathons and managed to stay alive.

TLDR: I had diarrhea almost everyday for more than a year and unable to discover the root cause until now; it was due to bacteria toxin from wetted uncooked rice.

EDIT: I am Asian and rice is our main carbs. But I only ate it around 2-3 times per week.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Top-Relative6976 on 2026-02-07 05:30:32+00:00.

This happened a few months ago, but I only fully realized the consequences this week.

My mom is not great with technology. She can text and scroll Facebook, but anything beyond that becomes a full family event. She asked me to help clean up her phone because it was “acting weird.” By that, she meant she had 40 open browser tabs and no storage.

I went through and closed things, deleted duplicate photos, cleared apps she didn’t use. Then I noticed she had accidentally turned on voice-to-text for everything. I turned it off and showed her how to type normally again.

She nodded like she understood.

Two days later she called me furious because her phone “wasn’t listening to her anymore.” She had apparently gotten used to yelling entire messages at her phone and assumed that was just how phones worked now.

She made me come back over and turn it back on.

Now she refuses to type. Every text I get from her is a dictated paragraph with zero punctuation and several emotional asides spoken out loud, including things like “delete that” which never get deleted.

I broke something that cannot be unbroken.

TL;DR: Tried to fix my mom’s phone, accidentally taught her to exclusively use voice-to-text forever.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Nearby-Amount-1782 on 2026-02-07 04:19:12+00:00.

This started yesterday, but is continuing into today. I am an eighteen-year-old girl. I acquired a 350mg weed gummy and knowing my limits and the fact that I had work the next yesterday, decided to take a nibble of the gummy to have some fun and enjoy life a little. Oh, how I was wrong. It has been twenty-five hours since ingesting the gummy, and I am still at least particularly high. I am distraught. I had to work in these conditions. I’m a server for a small restaurant, so I had to talk to people and pray to whatever deity above that they didn’t notice my boba-looking ass pupils. Some of my coworkers clocked the fact that I was high, so I worried my entire five hour shift that somebody knew. I am concerned for my health. When will this end? I really hope that once I sleep (I only slept two hours since ingesting the gummy) more soundly, I will be alright. But holy shit am I fucked up. If I knew the high would last this long, I wouldn’t have taken a bite from the gummy.

TL;DR: I took a weed gummy and had to work geeked as hell.