Crazy things that you did in your life?

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Life is pretty much chill now, than back then, not really chill but relatively chill. This makes me like to reflect to the past, remembering and being nostalgic at things, some of it are crazy things that I did in my life. I guess this the reason why older peoples like to talk about their past stories, because back-then lots of things happened, things were more spicy and explosive then than now.

I did many crazy things in my life. Once with my high-school friends, we were joking around by wavering our finger around the school's fire-alarm, while my finger wavering around it, my best-friend (who already passed away) push me jokingly, my finger passed the plastic protector and "successfully" press the fire-alarm button.

Havoc and panic happened not long after that, I heard from my cousin, who was my junior at that time, one of his classmate nearly jump from the second stair, I don't know if that's the truth or he exaggerated it. The teacher called us after that, and I blame my best-friend and he blame it back to me, I forgot if we suffered suspension or not, but at that time I was way forgiving than today, so me and my best-friend still pretty much chill even after the incident.

The other things is, my mother really care about my appearance, due to my acnes she forced me to use medicine or apply facial masker to my face, and I going around with facial masker, buying cigarette or do some stuff, passing the alley near our house to the warung (small store), Several time peoples actually got freak-out and surprise when they encountered me. I also go to mall only with sandals, jean and white under-shirt, going to game-shop buying ps1 cd.

Also in 2016, I went to mall for a meeting with an acquaintance, I went with motorcycle from my office, and it was heavily raining and the driver got no rain-coat, so we just push through, I was soak wet when I arrived at mall, one guy really staring me from head to toe and kind a giggly, I'm not an amusement so I just look back at him until he look another way and become more serious. I wait for the guy at a famous Chinese food restaurant and we spent some time at the mall, and when I went back home the clothes already dried.

I really grateful with the "don't care" part of me. Life have many mental prison, but this part of me feel so liberating. I want to invest more on my don't give a fudge nature. Because on many other stuff, I think I give too much fudge.

So how about your experience, what is the crazy stuff you did in your life?
 
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Got in an unmarked cab in Ho Chi Minh city around midnight one night.

Had unprotected sex on 3 first dates in a row.

Took 2mg Xanax and drank about 75% of a fifth.

I've eaten 3 Carolina reapers (not all together).

I'm not close enough to most of you to list the kind of things I've had in my butt.
 
Some stuff I can't talk about here :mischief:.

I'm bad at judging stuff with cars. I've overtaken cars over crossings, driven over insanely snowed streets (including making an involuntary 180° on one), by accident dumped a transporter into a muddy construction site, nearly changed lane into another car on the highway, drove after 30h without sleep, and other stuff. I shouldn't let myself drive.
(never drove drunk though, unless you count a bike)

Tried to find a new apartment during a pandemic lol.

Once naively opened the door to 3 guys who were probably trying to burgle my apartment. Good for me that they were surprised.

Probably more, need to think :think:.
 
The stupidest/craziest dumb**** stuff I've done are probably some scuba-dives that I now look back on and wonder WTH was I thinking.

Both of them took place at the same dive-site in Dahab (Red Sea), where the nearest chamber (at that time) was about 100 km away by road, and only marginally less by helicopter.

I did the first as a relatively recently certified divemaster, buddied with our dive-center counter-boy, and following a friend who was an assistant-instructor. It was supposed to be a 30-m night-dive (bad idea) into an overhead environment (worse idea), but due to a navigational error, we entered the tunnel deeper than intended, descended way further than we'd planned (finally touching sand at 48 m), severely crimping our available dive-time. To cap it off, (we found out afterwards that) the counter-boy was a newbie with about 15 (shallow) dives in his logbook (WTH was I thinking?).

A couple of months later, this time following 2 instructors, and buddied with an experienced divemaster, I did (what was supposed to be) a 50-m day-dive, with all 4 of us (again) diving air-filled 80 cu.ft. single-tanks (bad idea). But then at the tunnel exit, my buddy went off-script and shot down to 60 m (worse idea): thinking he'd got narked — and despite the fact that only the instructors were wearing dive computers — I went down to get him (WTH was I thinking?).

Afterwards, he told me that he was trying to 'prepare' me to do the other potentially high-risk dive that Dahab has to offer. But instead, he only succeeded in convincing me never to dive with him again.

I did actually do that other dive several years down the line — but I did it with a trusted friend/instructor, following completion of an extended-range training course, and using thorough planning and fully-redundant gear.
 
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Pretending to be Alex Honnold in a vertical cliff. Can't believe I dodged that one.
 
Some stuff I can't talk about here :mischief:.
Agreed.

Also. Signing autographs for random people coming up to me thinking I was some Black pro-athlete/celebrity.

Also, free rock/cliff climbing, as-in with no securing or protective anchors, ropes or straps whatsoever... while stoned out of my mind. At some point, thankfully, I looked down, and realized... this is stupid I'm gonna die, and deserve to... and climbed back down.
 
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Also. Signing autographs for random people coming up to me thinking I was some Black pro-athlete/celebrity.

And you sign it? hahaha I wonder how you can maintain a straight face! That's some crazy things you were pulling. Do they went away still believing they got the authentic autograph? Or you spoiled it to them at the end?

Also, free rock/cliff climbing, as-in with no securing or protective anchors, ropes or straps whatsoever... while stoned out of my mind. At some point, thankfully, I looked down, and realized... this is stupid I'm gonna die, and deserve to... and climbed back down.

Wow, you are clearly stoned if you about to pull that off.
 
Had unprotected sex on 3 first dates in a row.
Nice. I've gotten chlamydia three times. Last was 2014 (first was 1999). I've never transmitted it to anyone else, I just get religiously checked out after each irresponsible sexual episode.

For you young cats, count your blessings. To test for most STD's now you just pee in a cup & give some blood. In 1999 I had to get a q-tip stuck up my... yeah it wasn't fun.

Most of the craziest stuff I've done I don't really feel comfortable talking about here (for reasons of legality, embarrassment and generally learning that oversharing to mass audience online is not such a great idea). Maybe over a joint someday IRL.
 
I pretty much idle from University for years, due to activism. But I idle 1 semester just to play game. That's how crazy I was wasting my time.
 
And you sign it? hahaha I wonder how you can maintain a straight face! That's some crazy things you were pulling. Do they went away still believing they got the authentic autograph? Or you spoiled it to them at the end?

Wow, you are clearly stoned if you about to pull that off.
I didn't spoil it
 
Oh man, where to begin....? If by "crazy" we mean "risky" and "foolish" well getting addicted to tobacco is up there but relatively uninteresting. But for the best stories I go to:

Craziest planned experience: being in Kinshasa for the 1993 lootings and death of the French ambassador to Zaire. https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pillages_du_Zaïre#Pillages_de_janvier_1993

Craziest impromptu experience: attempting to face down a couple of black bears with a fire extinguisher. Marginal success. Not recommended.

Craziest road trip: assisting a driver hauling a custom kitchen trailer (built on a rail car frame) through 80km of wet ungraded logging roads with a F450 Diesel. Trailer got a flat in the first km, later we also got stuck and nearly slid off the road; both times those incidents necessitated jacking the trailer off the hitch and that meant using 2 jack-alls in tandem. Left at 6pm, got to destination at 4am.
 
Felt the craziest - Probably this thing
Spoiler :

AKA Bungy jumping from the world's highest cliff jump strapped to a bunch of plastic chairs that have "DEATH CHAIR" written underneath but you don't find out about that part until after

I'm afraid of heights to some degree, so I was pretty damn scared up on that platform. They really try to get in your head from the moment you step into their office, and the jump was like 2 hours after that.. By the time I was ready to get strapped in, the fear in my head had built up a bunch. You can't really tell in the video.. or maybe you can? But there was an intense battle going on between my body and mind. It's probably a good thing I went first from the group (I blurted out that I'm afraid of heights, so of course they grabbed me and strapped me in first). On the bus up to the platform I was quite literally reciting the litany against fear. IT HELPED. There were freaking videos of people being too afraid to jump, people screaming, crying, having breakdowns.. right there n front of me on the bus! Like I said these Kiwi bastards really try to get in your head, from the moment you step in their office. I had to look sideways and block that %$*@! out and the litany helped me focus mentally and get ready for what was going to happen.

What's missing from the video is them messing with me after I got back up on the platform. Bumping into me then grabbing me and saying "whoa whoa". Then asking me if I want to jump again (second jump is a lot cheaper) and me saying "F no". It was an AMAZING experience and it actually lead to me signing up for skydiving a week later (it was too cloudy and it didn't happen). But one jump was enough for me. That incredible and intense fear you feel up on that platform is not something I wanted to go through again. It was amazing though the way all that scared energy instantaneously transformed into euphoria. I went from feeling super scared to feeling super amazing in the middle of the jump. That scream you hear is a scream of fear.. but it transforms almost immediately into a scream of pure joy.

So yeah, that was pretty crazy from my POV. But in the grand scheme of things not really that crazy, as NZ bungy companies are probably the safest on the planet.

Was maybe actually the craziest - Escaped through the iron curtain during the cold war. I wasn't involved in any of the planning for this, so it might have to be disqualified.. and I did not even know it was happening until we had arrived in West Germany.. but in the grand scheme of things it seems pretty crazy for a family of 5 to figure out a way to trick the authorities in part using the complicated bureaucracy (and some luck) and leave everything behind and start a new life in a foreign country from scratch. I was a part of the crew here, but also 7-8 years old, so it seems like cheating to include this.. Only my parents and my mom's parents knew about the plan ahead of time but it probably deserves a mention.

This one also felt pretty crazy - Climbing The Black Rock (Kala Patthar)

This was crazy for numerous reasons:

1. To get to the Black Rock you have to hike through the Himalayas for a week, which really tires you out. The summit of the Black Rock is the highest point on the Everest Basecamp Trek.
2. You begin the ascent before the sun comes up, usually between 4 and 5am. The majority of the ascent is really really really really cold. I put on a lot of extra layers in preparation
3. I put on too many gloves, constricting bloodflow through my hands, almost leading to frostbite right at the start of the ascent. Parts of my hands turned dark, purple, and even black. I had weird wounds on my hands for the rest of the hike and trip. Fortunately I reported "hey my hands feel oddly cold" to our guide, and he instructed me to take all my gloves off. We shone a flashlight and I almost freaked out when I saw what was happening, but the guide convinced me that it was going to be all good if I continue the ascent wearing the alpine (puffy) gloves only. Yep, it turns out I did not need my glove liners and an extra pair of gloves at all - the well insulated puffy gloves did the trick. That happening right at the start of the 2 hour long ascent put a slight dent in my psychological stability and morale.
4. I had to stop to catch my breath frequently while we were beginning the ascent.. and I found all the extra layers a bit constricting.. I had 2 hoods on as well, and everything was snugly zipped up, and eventually I had a near sort of panic attack. I felt like I had to catch my breath, but was wrapped up like a mummy and couldn't get enough oxygen in my lungs. I started basically trying to rip the hood off my head and unzipping my windbreaker a bit as fast as possible. After unzipping the middle layer and taking off the hood I had to stop for a bit and regroup.. Long deep breaths, to get that oxygen, but also to calm myself down. This was like 20-30 minutes into the 2 hour long ascent so mentally speaking I had to try to remain strong to be able to complete the ascent
5. Those are basically the main reasons. By the time we got to the top, my drinking water had frozen. Out of the 4 of us making the ascent (including our guide), 1 of us had to descent early due to high altitude sickness symptoms. After the descent (which is intense in its own right) I got a better look at my hands, and the wounds were.. weird.. I was concerned at the time, because I'd just never seen wounds like that. Part purple part black part red splotches that ended up puffing up a bit later and turning a bit yellow. Our guide didn't seem too concerned, but I did get medical attention right away, in terms of getting my wounds disinfected and bandaids put on. We also made a note that we would be staying in a village with doctors in 2-3 days time, but that would cost me out of pocket (I didn't end up going). For the rest of the hike I was replacing the bandaids every couple days, but at higher altitudes everything takes longer to heal.. So these wounds stayed with me for the rest of the hike and even trip.

Honorable mentions:
- Bitten by a monkey in Thailand, had to spend $400+ on rabies shots (3 in Thailand at different locations, 1 in Canada), and antibiotics, which affected my drinking schedule
- Almost fell off a cliff on mushrooms near Sarnia, Ontario. Started sliding down after slipping to investigate a "clay head", ended up sliding down to the platform the clay head was on. It broke my fall and the head went flying. In the morning we investigated the beach down below and found many such heads on different platforms on the cliff.
- Unexpectedly threw bags of milk across the street at my friend as he was exiting the convenience store. He was quite surprised and dodged out of the way of the exploding milk bombs around him. He confirmed it was pretty crazy from his pov at the time
 
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Oh man, where to begin....? If by "crazy" we mean "risky" and "foolish" well getting addicted to tobacco is up there but relatively uninteresting. But for the best stories I go to:

Craziest planned experience: being in Kinshasa for the 1993 lootings and death of the French ambassador to Zaire. https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pillages_du_Zaïre#Pillages_de_janvier_1993

Craziest impromptu experience: attempting to face down a couple of black bears with a fire extinguisher. Marginal success. Not recommended.

Craziest road trip: assisting a driver hauling a custom kitchen trailer (built on a rail car frame) through 80km of wet ungraded logging roads with a F450 Diesel. Trailer got a flat in the first km, later we also got stuck and nearly slid off the road; both times those incidents necessitated jacking the trailer off the hitch and that meant using 2 jack-alls in tandem. Left at 6pm, got to destination at 4am.

Brave is not enough, that's just crazy. You reminds me of one of my Japanese's friend, he is an independent photographer, so he hired independently a guide and entered Syria to took photos of what happened overthere during the conflict, keep coming and going, lots of things happened. Not only that, he also went to Egypt during the revolution and stay in Sisi's jail, but all of those not deterred him from keep doing whatever he is doing. Well not until his last trip to Syria, where someone aiming gun at him, and thinking he was a spy, that scares him and end his war photographer carrier.

But kind a bit weird to me. Being pointed by gun at this situation is pretty much expected, what else do you expect being an independent photographer in civil-war area. What would deterred me instead if I were him is get imprison by Sisi, it can end up really bad, especially if he is not a Japanese. Wish I can have experience like him, but I'm too safety player for that kind of things. I wish I'm much braver.

@warpus
Man, you must have an amazing power and excellent physic to be able to pull that off. Really jealous of you.
 
Felt the craziest - Probably this thing
Spoiler :

AKA Bungy jumping from the world's highest cliff jump strapped to a bunch of plastic chairs that have "DEATH CHAIR" written underneath but you don't find out about that part until after

I'm afraid of heights to some degree, so I was pretty damn scared up on that platform. They really try to get in your head from the moment you step into their office, and the jump was like 2 hours after that.. By the time I was ready to get strapped in, the fear in my head had built up a bunch. You can't really tell in the video.. or maybe you can? But there was an intense battle going on between my body and mind. It's probably a good thing I went first from the group (I blurted out that I'm afraid of heights, so of course they grabbed me and strapped me in first). On the bus up to the platform I was quite literally reciting the litany against fear. IT HELPED. There were freaking videos of people being too afraid to jump, people screaming, crying, having breakdowns.. right there n front of me on the bus! Like I said these Kiwi bastards really try to get in your head, from the moment you step in their office. I had to look sideways and block that %$*@! out and the litany helped me focus mentally and get ready for what was going to happen.

What's missing from the video is them messing with me after I got back up on the platform. Bumping into me then grabbing me and saying "whoa whoa". Then asking me if I want to jump again (second jump is a lot cheaper) and me saying "F no". It was an AMAZING experience and it actually lead to me signing up for skydiving a week later (it was too cloudy and it didn't happen). But one jump was enough for me. That incredible and intense fear you feel up on that platform is not something I wanted to go through again. It was amazing though the way all that scared energy instantaneously transformed into euphoria. I went from feeling super scared to feeling super amazing in the middle of the jump. That scream you hear is a scream of fear.. but it transforms almost immediately into a scream of pure joy.

So yeah, that was pretty crazy from my POV. But in the grand scheme of things not really that crazy, as NZ bungy companies are probably the safest on the planet.

Was maybe actually the craziest - Escaped through the iron curtain during the cold war. I wasn't involved in any of the planning for this, so it might have to be disqualified.. and I did not even know it was happening until we had arrived in West Germany.. but in the grand scheme of things it seems pretty crazy for a family of 5 to figure out a way to trick the authorities in part using the complicated bureaucracy (and some luck) and leave everything behind and start a new life in a foreign country from scratch. I was a part of the crew here, but also 7-8 years old, so it seems like cheating to include this.. Only my parents and my mom's parents knew about the plan ahead of time but it probably deserves a mention.

This one also felt pretty crazy - Climbing The Black Rock (Kala Patthar)

This was crazy for numerous reasons:

1. To get to the Black Rock you have to hike through the Himalayas for a week, which really tires you out. The summit of the Black Rock is the highest point on the Everest Basecamp Trek.
2. You begin the ascent before the sun comes up, usually between 4 and 5am. The majority of the ascent is really really really really cold. I put on a lot of extra layers in preparation
3. I put on too many gloves, constricting bloodflow through my hands, almost leading to frostbite right at the start of the ascent. Parts of my hands turned dark, purple, and even black. I had weird wounds on my hands for the rest of the hike and trip. Fortunately I reported "hey my hands feel oddly cold" to our guide, and he instructed me to take all my gloves off. We shone a flashlight and I almost freaked out when I saw what was happening, but the guide convinced me that it was going to be all good if I continue the ascent wearing the alpine (puffy) gloves only. Yep, it turns out I did not need my glove liners and an extra pair of gloves at all - the well insulated puffy gloves did the trick. That happening right at the start of the 2 hour long ascent put a slight dent in my psychological stability and morale.
4. I had to stop to catch my breath frequently while we were beginning the ascent.. and I found all the extra layers a bit constricting.. I had 2 hoods on as well, and everything was snugly zipped up, and eventually I had a near sort of panic attack. I felt like I had to catch my breath, but was wrapped up like a mummy and couldn't get enough oxygen in my lungs. I started basically trying to rip the hood off my head and unzipping my windbreaker a bit as fast as possible. After unzipping the middle layer and taking off the hood I had to stop for a bit and regroup.. Long deep breaths, to get that oxygen, but also to calm myself down. This was like 20-30 minutes into the 2 hour long ascent so mentally speaking I had to try to remain strong to be able to complete the ascent
5. Those are basically the main reasons. By the time we got to the top, my drinking water had frozen. Out of the 4 of us making the ascent (including our guide), 1 of us had to descent early due to high altitude sickness symptoms. After the descent (which is intense in its own right) I got a better look at my hands, and the wounds were.. weird.. I was concerned at the time, because I'd just never seen wounds like that. Part purple part black part red splotches that ended up puffing up a bit later and turning a bit yellow. Our guide didn't seem too concerned, but I did get medical attention right away, in terms of getting my wounds disinfected and bandaids put on. We also made a note that we would be staying in a village with doctors in 2-3 days time, but that would cost me out of pocket (I didn't end up going). For the rest of the hike I was replacing the bandaids every couple days, but at higher altitudes everything takes longer to heal.. So these wounds stayed with me for the rest of the hike and even trip.

Honorable mentions:
- Bitten by a monkey in Thailand, had to spend $400+ on rabies shots (3 in Thailand at different locations, 1 in Canada), and antibiotics, which affected my drinking schedule
- Almost fell off a cliff on mushrooms near Sarnia, Ontario. Started sliding down after slipping to investigate a "clay head", ended up sliding down to the platform the clay head was on. It broke my fall and the head went flying. In the morning we investigated the beach down below and found many such heads on different platforms on the cliff.
- Unexpectedly threw bags of milk across the street at my friend as he was exiting the convenience store. He was quite surprised and dodged out of the way of the exploding milk bombs around him. He confirmed it was pretty crazy from his pov at the time
A life well lived :thumbsup:
 
I ate a taco with a one-million-scoville-rating hot sauce. Something with 357 in the name.

Otherwise my life has been mostly crazy-free.
 
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