Your most pathetic moment

Digital Solitude

Basically a lighthearted discussion of the most pathetic moment in your life, don't want a speil of lost jobs or failed relationships because the thread is already bad enough.

Mine is happening right now, as I sit on a bag of fags and cheap vodka in an airport in Bucharest, severely hungover.

By one side, a Fanta bottle of Bulgarian tap water sits, by the other, a friend makes nutella sandwiches.

And at the time of writing the last two posts on boards have belonged to me, so I'm in a pretty pathetic place right now.

Stories?

Mehaffey1

Rolling over the floor in my spare bedroom alone for another line of at the time legal highs at 5.30am, a month after losing my job and knowing I had no money left for next month's rent and wanting to finish the bag by the time the gf woke up. March 2013 or so,

DrGreenthumb

Reading this thread.

mad muffin

The time I had to put stuck bits of poo from my dogs bum hairs. I was thinking, this isn't what I was born to do…

jacksie66

This post has been deleted.

donegaLroad

Hitching from Nottingham to London with 20p to my name.

valoren

May 2008.

Met a friend of mine, who I hadn't seen for a few months, for drinks on a Saturday.
The Heineken Cup final was on so we went through a good few pints. I'm a lightweight booze wise so was pretty steamed at about 8pm. My friend however is the kind who can drink a brewery and appear sober. Some food had me back on an even keel but after last orders we headed back to his flat where we played Poker with his flatmates. At this point I was drinking Vodka.

I subsequently had to sleep on the couch absolutely pissed drunk.
I spent the whole night dry heaving as the contents of my stomach were already deposited into a Lidl shopping bag at my side on the couch. Pathetic moment 1.

Awoke the following morning, and you can imagine the hangover.
Friend suggests we go back to the pub and I could have a Lucozade to help.

Pathetic moment 2 was sitting outside an oul fellas pub on a Sunday waiting for it to open at 12.30pm. I understood at that moment what it felt like to be an alcoholic.
The pub opens and I have my Lucozade, he begins horsing into his Fosters.

I leave after that. And walk up the Grand Parade in Cork where the old folks are sitting and standing waiting for the Corpus Christi parade to begin. I duly deposit the Lucozade onto the ground (Pathetic moment 3). Made my way home and recovered for 2 days.

I realised a lot from the experience.

I could have choked on my vomit as I was so drunk.
I've never touched spirits since.
My friend is a fully functional alcoholic.
I haven't been in that condition since and never will be again.

"Good Judgement comes from experience and experience comes from Bad Judgement"

5rtytry56

Ballina bus eireann bus station Ballina County Mayo 6.15pm about 2 years ago. Got bad info from a dodgy website saying there's an evening coach to Busaras Dublin. A puzzled looking official comes put of the office informing me that the last coach has gone for the the day.
So I had to spend an extra 50 euro on taxi fares going back to enniscrone where I was staying and then coming back the next day to ballina.

Moral of story: only trust the operator's website for the timetables ALWAYS.

Dave0301

Eating an iffy chicken fillet roll back in the day.

Ensue food poisoning, and my body not being fully sure how to eject the cause of the poisoning.

Between the sudden onslaught of it, and the fact I didn't know where it was coming from next, I spent the better part of twenty minutes curled up in the fetal position of my shower ****ting and puking all over myself, all whilst sobbing softly.

Penn

Quite drunk. Chatting & dancing with a girl in a nightclub for a while. All going well, all smiles. See my chance to go in for a kiss. She turns her head. I get a mouthful of hair.

Fair enough, I think. She's not into it. Sure we'll keep dancing away anyway. All going well, all smiles. See my chance to go in for a kiss. She turns her head. I get a mouthful of hair.

Fair enough, I think. She's not into it. Sure we'll keep dancing away anyway. All going well, all smiles. See my chance to go in for a kiss. She turns her head. I get a mouthful of hair.

Fair enough, I think. She's not into it. Sure we'll keep dancing away anyway. All going well, all smiles. See my chance to go in for a kiss. She turns her head. I get a mouthful of hair.

Luckily at that point one of my mates could see what was happening and led me back to the bar so I'd leave her alone.

harry Bailey esq

Bad Horse wrote: »

She turns her head. I get a mouthful of hair.

Luckily at that point one of my mates could see what was happening and led me back to the bar so I'd leave her alone.

When I read this post,that bearded,Israeli,transsexual Eurovision winner sprang to mind.Your mate sounds like a keeper,if I witnessed a mate carrying on like that I'd be keeping my trap shut!

walkingshadow

My lowest moment came after a night out with friends. We were very drunk and I went back to stay at my buddies house with him and his girlfriend. During the night, him and his girlfriend heard noises from my room. They came into my room to find me, completely naked crawling around in a pile of my own vomit looking for a pizza coupon I claimed the actor John Goodman had stolen from me.

Chain Smoker

After my dad died, everything around home got really sour and it was dragging me down hugely. To get away from everything, a friend proposed doing some travelling together; I was super happy about, I'm normally very independent and whatnot but it was so nice to have a friend that would be willing to put up with me like that. So anyways, we plan it all out and the day comes, I wait around at the airport, can't get in touch with them, flight gets close so I head down to the gate and all, minutes before the gate closes, I get an email as the flight was boarding to tell me they were never coming, hadn't bought a ticket or anything but couldn't figure out how to say it.
Sitting through that whole flight, between two people who knew each other and talked over me throughout (but wouldn't swap seats with me!), unable to do a nice big huge outburst of emotions, was definitely the most pathetic I felt.


Well... either that or any of the times I decided that, in lieu of buying a dinner, I'd just eat two of those big bags of 75c tortilla bags that you get in Aldi to keep my stomach full until I got home.

Menas

I went to Cork for a job interview many many years ago. Drove down and pulled in to a hotel so I could get in to my suit etc.
But then I discovered that I had left my ‘suit shoes’ at home.
It was too late to go and buy a new pair so I ended up going to the interview in my nice suit and a pair of shabby runners.

On getting home I found the shoes were exactly where I left them – on the driveway. I did not get the job.

NachoBusiness

Driving 75 miles home to collect concert tickets we had left on the kitchen table.

They were e-tickets , so could easily have just printed them out in an Internet cafe near the venue

LDN_Irish

Chain Smoker wrote: »

After my dad died, everything around home got really sour and it was dragging me down hugely. To get away from everything, a friend proposed doing some travelling together; I was super happy about, I'm normally very independent and whatnot but it was so nice to have a friend that would be willing to put up with me like that. So anyways, we plan it all out and the day comes, I wait around at the airport, can't get in touch with them, flight gets close so I head down to the gate and all, minutes before the gate closes, I get an email as the flight was boarding to tell me they were never coming, hadn't bought a ticket or anything but couldn't figure out how to say it.
Sitting through that whole flight, between two people who knew each other and talked over me throughout (but wouldn't swap seats with me!), unable to do a nice big huge outburst of emotions, was definitely the most pathetic I felt.


Well... either that or any of the times I decided that, in lieu of buying a dinner, I'd just eat two of those big bags of 75c tortilla bags that you get in Aldi to keep my stomach full until I got home.

I don't get this at all. 2 friends suggested you all go travelling together but ditched you to do it alone and had no intention of ever going but didn't know how to tell you that until you were in the airport? Was this to somehow help you or were they just utter cunce?

antodeco

Sitting in Lemongrass restaurant, trusted a fart. Followed through and had to waddle to the toilet.

Stood in the cubicle (which had a mirror) looking at myself dry wipeing the inside of my pants.

I was sick in hospital in a country experiencing great civil unrest, nobody knew I was ill, there was a mob outside firing shots and chanting their hatred of foreigners, all interspersed with the occasional minor explosion. Alone, weak, in a dangerous place, and afraid to tell anyone in case they worried.

I've had lower points, but that was the most recent.

5rtytry56

Chain Smoker wrote: »

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Sitting through that whole flight, between two people who knew each other and talked over me throughout (but wouldn't swap seats with me!), unable to do a nice big huge outburst of emotions, was definitely the most pathetic I felt

Similar thing happened to me in Ilac center library Dublin city centre. In the section of desks where users can plug in their laptops and surf the net, two international students had a conversation and talked over me uninhibited. I motioned to one of them and asked politely and firmly 'do you want to swap seats?'......An expressionless blank stare was given in return......

osarusan

Candie wrote: »

I was sick in hospital in a country experiencing great civil unrest, nobody knew I was ill, there was a mob outside firing shots and chanting their hatred of foreigners, all interspersed with the occasional minor explosion. Alone, weak, in a dangerous place, and afraid to tell anyone in case they worried.

Sure that's Cork for you.

Chain Smoker

LDN_Irish wrote: »

I don't get this at all. 2 friends suggested you all go travelling together but ditched you to do it alone and had no intention of ever going but didn't know how to tell you that until you were in the airport? Was this to somehow help you or were they just utter cunce?

One friend, and, yeah, total conflict evading cowardice. Like, they made the offer cos it seemed like something I needed, pretty quickly realised they didn't want to do it (which I'd've totally understood) but kept putting off addressing it and telling total lies to the contrary.
Retrospectively, I'm fairly sure I subconsciously chose to ignore some clues they weren't exactly enthused about it all that I normally wouldn't.

5rtytry56 wrote: »

Similar thing happened to me in Ilac center library Dublin city centre. In the section of desks where users can plug in their laptops and surf the net, two international students had a conversation and talked over me uninhibited. I motioned to one of them and asked politely and firmly 'do you want to swap seats?'......An expressionless blank stare was given in return......

I've never ever had it happen with Irish people, it's gotta be some sort of thing people pick up in densely populated areas. In a place like a library it's going to have those kind of conversations where people tell themselves they're gonna be brief because they've work to do, but instead they sit there for hours whispering loudly at each other.
"Do you want to swap seats?"
"Huh? Oh no, I've to get back to work in a minute *continues talking for an hour*"

liam24

Spending three months watching cat videos on youtube instead of doing my Masters thesis.

Rosie Rant

I was due to meet a friend in a train station one day a few years ago. We were supposed to spend the day shopping and stay the night. I got off the train and sat across from this girl who also seemed to be waiting for someone. We kept making awkward eye contact. After a few glances, I started to think this girl looked sort of familiar and I was trying to figure out where I knew her from.

Eventually, I needed the bathroom so I sent a text to my friend, who was always late, asking how far away she was because I had a lot of stuff with me and I didn't want to bring it all to the bathroom with me or leave it unattended. She sent a text back saying "Oh I'm still about 15 minutes away. You can just leave your stuff with Milly (fake name) . "

I looked over at the girl across from me again and I knew where I had seen her before. In Facebook pictures with my friend! She had been friends with her for years also but we had never met in person. I had no idea what to do. I was too embarrassed to move. I just sat there uncomfortably until our friend eventually breezed in. Basically, she had told me that it was just going to be the two of us that day and she had told "Milly" that I was coming along on their day out and that she would be late but she'd meet us both in the train station. "Milly" had been sitting there waiting for me to come along and introduce myself and be friendly but instead I had sat across from her and apart from giving her the occasional awkward stare had pretty much ignored her. Needless to say things continued to be awkward for the rest of the day. This friend of ours had deliberately put us in an awkward situation and had made me look like an idiot and a total b1tch! I never met Milly again, we never hit it off after our awkward introduction.