I went to Uni too early. I decided to follow what most everyone was doing and go straight after high School. I also didn't give which uni I was going to much though. I (thought I) wanted to study film so I went to the best uni known for it near LA that had accepted me. I was there for 3 months before I realized I was at the wrong uni studying the wrong thing. Now I'm stuck for another semester here knowing after this I'm gonna go back home and head to community college while I figure what I really want to do. At least I figured this out early though. Only a $5,500 loan and a few hundred in textbooks and food. Could be a lot worse if I hadn't figured my mistake sooner. Such is life...
The apartment I'm stuck living with my cheating ex in for the next 6 months
Edit: Just wanted to say thank you for all the replies. From the pure human kindness to the jokes, this was really nice to wake up to. Ya'll have me in tears
All the down payments for venue/caterer/dj/photographer for my wedding. Too much family drama associated with the wedding itself, so we (fiancee and I) decided to cancel the wedding and just elope. I'm not spending 10k for a traditional wedding only to have everybody fighting. Fuck that. Cut my losses and save the money for other dreams.
I bought a used nissan Altima for $3k.
The motor blew up before I paid it off.
Mechanic took almost 6 months to put a refurbished motor in it. I call him and he says, it's technically working but I want to send the motor back for a different one. It doesn't sound right.
The mechanic is a friend of my parents, they say "No it's ok, we'll take it."
I say fuck that. If a mechanic says the motors bad, leave that shit.
A family member of mine feels bad for the mechanic and pays him 2,800 and picks up my car. Drops it off in front of my house.
So then I'm in a position where the family member wants 2.8k and the used car lot still wants 1.2k.
Car now has no speedometer. No electronics functioning. Power steering doesn't work - you have to steer it with all of your god damned strength.
Then the motor blows up after driving it for less than 50 miles after it being dropped off.
So I then have to find another vehicle while paying the car lot and telling my family member to fuck off - family thinks I'm an asshole for it and threatens to take me to court.
This sounds terrible, but an $8000 casket.
My MIL passed, and even though she was a terrible person who my wife *hated*, she insisted that we pay for this stupidly-fancy handmade casket.
There was a total of 8 people at the funeral (inc the priest, and two attendants from the funeral home)... and now we are finding it really hard to raise the money for keeping our daughter in school.
Engagement ring. After almost 4 years of dating and her begging to get engaged. Once it happens she does a complete 180 about it and breaks up with me. Took our dog too and didn't even let me say goodbye to him even when my grandmother passed away. God I wasted so much time
Edit: I did get the ring back but I obviously I can't get my money back
I bought a car last February and I shortly moved into the city a few months after. I currently live in a complex that does not have a private parking lot so I have to park in the streets. The city street cleaning rules are so ridiculous that I have to wake up at 5am every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday to re-park my car. FML
The reno'd bathroom. Literally 4x8. The tile and back splash I chose was cemented to the wall and when the sun shines thru the blurred window, it casts an illusion of a smoky fucking cloud in the bathroom. So every time I ascend the stairs, look into that optical illusion and it looks like the bathroom is filling with smoke. Fools me every time and I think the house is on fire.
Motorcycle. Love it, it's a fun, affordable way to get around town.
But boy my ribs still ache when it rains.
EDIT for clarity: lost control of my motorcycle in bad road conditions, broke some ribs in the ~20m fall/tumble/slide. They ache when it rains. Safety gear did a fairly good job, but unfortunately my riding jacket at the time lacked any sort of chest protection (it did, however, have shoulder, arm, and back protection). Because of this, the only major injury was the chest trauma. New jacket has chest protection.
Big thanks to the strangers who took time out of their lives to drag me and my bike out of the road, and stay with me until the ambulance arrived. Big thanks to the paramedics who deal with this sort of thing every day. Also thumbs up to Mountain Equipment Coop for making a backpack that survived with just some minor abrasions, and to Apple for making the laptop that was in that backpack, is dented and slightly bent from the crash, but still works fine.
PSA from a novice rider to anyone interested in getting into riding a motorcycle: safety gear is sexy. From chatting with the paramedics (and looking at the state of my gear afterwards), having a full face helmet saved me some serious reconstructive surgery of the face. No helmet would have been dead, brain bucket would have been "let's build you a new jaw." Gloves with reinforced wrists and knuckles kept my hands and wrists intact in the initial fall. Arm, and shoulder protection on the jacket probably saved me a few more fractures and some surgery as well. Knee and hip protection on the pants kept my legs from getting too torn up in the tumble. Don't be that crazy who is burning down the highway in a tshirt, shorts, and sandals.
A Kenmore side by side fridge it just keeps breaking. Hell it has a hole in the floor of it both drawers shattered and the shelf are breaking
Lasik. I experience dryness, halos and starbursts. My right eye is slightly blurry and causes a ghost image that becomes predominant when looking at contrasting light such as text on a background. I wore contacts for fifteen years and had a "perfect" prescription. Now my vision quality is worse, and it's enough to put me in a depressive state. I've felt like I have no options, but I did schedule an appointment with a cornea specialist for this Thursday, so I'm hopeful.
Wife decided we needed a new bed. And not just any bed - an expensive new bed with lots of built-in storage drawers.
That sounds space-efficient and all, but what it really means is that - due to the extra height created by those drawers - the top of the mattress is like three feet off the floor.
Wife is kind of short, so it's awkward for her to climb up onto a bed that high. Hence, we also had to buy the optional set of steps. (LPT: If you need to climb steps to get into bed, then your bed is *too high*.)
Now, I'll be lying in bed, and she'll climb up those steps and suddenly be looming over me like some huge scary nocturnal creature. 10/10 would prefer a normal bed.
*P.S. No need for any of you wise guys to make jokes about getting into my wife's drawers.*