People Who Pursued Their Dream And Failed Share What Happened To Their Lives After.
We don't all get to achieve the dream they made us come up with in school. They only send so many monkeys into space after all, some of us just have to be happy with the bananas we're given.
But sometimes the end of something we thought we wanted is only the beginning of a life we didn't know we could have. Here, people share the times their dreams didn't come true and what became of their lives afterwards. Enjoy! And make sure to check out the sources at the bottom.
1. Going for the rebound.
I wanted to play professional basketball overseas. Not your typical "I grew up playing ball"..I mean I was a wild kid from 12 - 21. Days start at 4:30 am, hours in the gym and weights everyday for years. I lost friends over it just putting all my free time into training, I just wanted it really badly. I made it to the college level and blew out my knee my sophomore year. After that I just lost the motivation -- felt like I lost a step coming off of surgery and decided to move on and just focus on school.
I don't regret it at all and in fact I learned a lot about the journey and the satisfaction/reward of hard work and dedication. You also don't lose the experience gained even if you came up short. I don't think I'd ever regret pursuing a dream (one without financial investment). I love chasing dreams, it keeps your mind occupied and gives you a purpose. I'm totally aware of the possibility of coming up short, but I feel "failure" is NOT trying, living with the wonder that if you did try..that's what would drive me wild.
During the time of recovering from surgery luckily I found my new passion -- software development. I want to start a company (apps) and that's where all my time goes now. I've got a couple apps in development right now that I'm really excited about, but not afraid for them to fail. Experience gained in the process is going pay off regardless.
2. Always time to find some extra lives.
Went to a video game design college because I wanted to make video games. Quickly became apparent that the industry is extremely cut throat and there is no such thing as job security or work/life balance. I quit after a year. Still paying off the student loan 6 years later.
3. The mind is willing, but the body is spongy and bruised.
I wanted to make movies that change the world. I was enrolled in a world renowned academy but was 3 weeks out from infections and surgeries for breast cancer. I was on heavy duty (oxycontin) pain relief and couldn't make the pace work for my family.
I withdrew. I am taking a very alternate route to making moving pictures, and missed many fabulous opportunities (yet again) because of my treacherous body. But it's okay - I can't regret meeting some of the world's most talented actors or some really wonderful friends.
Do I truly regret it? I regret the timing of it, and the failing to finish part; but it just means there was a different path waiting for me.
4. Under pressure.
My dream was to get into an Ivy League school. Part of that dream was just the pressure from my parents and the prep school I attended, but I completely internalized it. When I was rejected from my top choice, I went into a bout of depression and self-harm. I was enrolled in my second choice. I was so afraid of going there that I had to take a break for the sake of my health. (Story continues...)
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I went to go get counselling and was going to be put on anti-depressants and Zanax. Finally I realized I shouldn't go. Very last minute, I dropped the deposit and enrolled in a school closer to home. It's not as prestigious, but they are giving me a free ride here because of my GPA and test scores. My mental health has reached near recovery. In all, I know I did the right thing.
5. Rock stars don't die, they just fade away.
I spent a huge chunk of my life touring in bands, hoping to develop a career in music, knowing it would take years, if ever, to actually make money at it. I've put myself in a lot of debt, headaches, lack of sleep, and stress to the point where I've had to seek medication at times to deal with everything. I failed in a way that I'm at an age and place in life where the window to develop a "career" I can even live on through my adult years has all but completely closed.
I don't regret it, as I've gotten to travel to a lot of awesome places over the years, make a lot of friends, create amazing experiences, and I'm still giving it another year or two thanks in part to getting a gig in a band that's considered a "legendary" hardcore punk/metal band, and heading off to do my first tour in Europe starting next month, and some opportunities further east of that continent later in the year.
Most people will say that I didn't fail at my dreams, but I'm fully aware that this party is pretty much over after this year, and with that means that I didn't achieve the career I had set off to ultimately have.
6. The best thing that ever happened to me.
My dream was to be an English professor. I love literature, I loved the academic lifestyle, and it just felt natural after I did so well in both undergrad and grad school. After I got my master's degre, I spent two years trying to get into a good PhD program, but I couldn't get in anywhere. I was crushed. I spent two years after that in a crappy job, which made me feel even worse about the whole thing.
I've since gotten a much better job. I haven't regretted not continuing my academic career ever since I found out how nice it is to have money. The prospect of spending 4+ years being poor to maybe get a tenured position with a starting salary around what I make now has lost its appeal. I'm proud of the work I did on my master's thesis, and I learned a ton, but I can continue to learn about literature without uprooting my life.
I was top at my high school for singing, top in the District, top in the state - four years in a row. Got into Julliard but could not afford to go ,went to State college instead. I was so intimidated that I was completely locked up inside myself. I had no one around me who knew who I was, no one to give me that constant boost of confidence I was used to.
The competition at the school was fierce and everyone talked about who was the "Best" all the time. Every time I went to recital, I choked from the pressure. I had breakdowns from the nerves. I began to hate singing, and I lost all of my nerve. I felt I was constantly being judged - and it crushed me through anxiety and self-doubt. (Story continues...)
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I wish I was stronger then, but I learned I didn't have the thick skin I needed to be in that field. I put music on the shelf for a long time, until I could get back to a place where the music become a thing I loved again, my love of singing, the enjoyment it brought me personally. I rarely ever sing in front of people because it causes me anguish to feel judged by it, and I think it will be a life long struggle. But for me I learned that music is a personal love for me alone, and I have a hard time being critiqued on performance, when all I really want to do is share a song. Singing in church helped me to get that love back, and I am thankful for that. Music is a personal, spiritual, expression of my love for life and devotion to the beauty of this world. I don't want to be graded on my performance skills.
8. The long road to success.
In 2009, I got laid off by the company I had spent the past 4 years working for. But instead of just getting laid off, I started my own design company and asked them to put me on a small retainer so they could keep my services at a discount, and I could keep on paying rent and eating ramen noodles.
So, I started the company, got incorporated as an LLC through LegalZoom, and started to do the work and look for new clients. However, as I said, this was 2009, the economy was in the tank and people weren't really looking for brand enhancements, clever 3-d mail campaigns, or cute animations. So I struggled.
I also got married a couple of months after starting the business and failed to meet some commitments to the clients I had found while away for the wedding/honeymoon and I returned to find some very pissed off clients and (rightfully) unpaid invoices.
I never really got out of that tailspin. I got depressed. I got really withdrawn. My wife and I were in a tiny 1 bedroom apartment where I also worked out of our bedroom and her desk was under the stairs (she was working on her Masters).
I was pretty miserable. She was miserable. I couldn't find any more work. My retainer ran out with my old company. I couldn't afford to keep the portions of my income that I needed to reserve for taxes, and I dipped into those when things got tight.
Then I decided to start looking for a job. I needed a change. So I applied to 8 jobs a day for 3 weeks, eventually applying to 120+ jobs. I applied all over the country. And I got like 8 callbacks. A few of those happened to be in my hometown in TX, so I planned a trip to see my family. Ended up getting a great job there that finally broke me out of my depression. I moved to TX while my wife was finishing her last semester of her Masters. After I left, she thrived. She made new friends. She became a much happier person, in general. And I realized that I'd been dragging her down. And to be fair, vice versa as well. She ended up taking a job in the same place where she got her Masters and I stayed in Houston and we decided to get divorced.
That was probably the lowest point of my life thus far. The IRS caught up to me the next April and I owed several thousand dollars in back taxes for not paying my contractor taxes to them. But luckily, I had a great job, was able to take a loan out from family, and paid them back fully within the year.
It all worked out in the end. I'm remarried to a wonderful woman, have a great job doing something I like with people I really like. Just, don't start a company in the middle of a recession. And if you're working from home, don't do it in a 1 bedroom apartment when your SO also spends a lot of time at home.
9. Level up.
When I was 15 I started modding different games with people as a 3d artist. I always wanted to be really good at it. I even dropped out of college to pursue this dream. I also dropped out because I didn't want to do anything with my major at all. I should have taken that as a lesson earlier... (Story continues...)
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The thing is, I was always just too busy with work or school to push myself to get better. Everyone I have worked with has surpassed me in every way. I knew a lot of the people that worked on Halo when they were just starting out.
I still work on stuff from time to time but I feel so stuck. I have a comfortable job in graphic design / marketing but I really wanted to be a 3d artist.
10. Running on empty.
My husband and I started an autobody shop about 8 years ago. Thing were going well for the first 4-5 years, gradually increasing profits year after year. Then he decided he wanted to get a bigger shop; which is understandable. A dream shop became available and we decided to take it. The overhead was about 5x what the other shop was.
We ended up struggling to make ends meet; people were angry because their vehicles were taking longer to do, because we had to take more vehicles on to try and pay the bills every month. It basically became this downward spiral that we were running out of money, not making anything and not being able to pay all of our overhead each month.
We were taking on bad projects just to try and cover our bills. Ended up taking on stuff that wasn't paying what it was worth, but it was better than no money coming in at all.
What was the nail in the coffin was that one of our so called 'friends' purposely vandalized his own car so he could have it restored through an insurance claim. Ended up wanting a TON of work done above and beyond what the insurance would cover. We told him that the price would end up going up because of the additional work. He ended up pulling the car, trying to sue us and we had to spend over $4000 in lawyer fees, as well as settling with this so called friend for another $2000, just to avoid another couple of thousand dollars in lawyer fees. It was one of the last straws and that was about 6 months ago.
At this point we are trying to tie up financials, sell some equipment, and move on with our lives without having to sell our home to pay debts that we incurred through the business. It's been a tough struggle and it sucks to see 8 years of your life going down the drain slowly, but it was just a couple bad business choices that we couldn't recover from.
11. Those who can't do...
I spent my undergrad so certain I was going to be a writer. I really wanted to be a fiction writer. It was plan A, B, and C. I got my degree in teaching because I thought I'd have more time to write. After my degree, I managed with some minor writing gigs but they weren't constant (I was even living in a huge city at the time - went nowhere). I did some work for a school district while I mulled over getting my licensure, but at that point every other teacher was getting fired in my state. (Story continues...)
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I ended up getting a marketing writing job . It didn't last long but it was a little bit validating. The company didn't have enough business for me to stay. I still wrote like nobody's business, and tried finding a new way into writing, but it never went anywhere. I got one short story published, a remote internship in publishing that fizzled out.
So I went back to school, but my school only had early childhood education so I figured it wouldn't be that hard to make up the difference in early childhood so I can apply for my teaching licensure. This was my plan x, but at least it was an option. I liked the little kids I used to tutor. Turns out I HATED it. Spending five years away really opened my eyes to how they teach pedagogy. Its a lot of talking about the inherent, systemic problems in education with no real solution, education trends you're not supposed to deviate from. And during my observation, I didn't envy the pre-school teacher. It filled me with dread.
So the next semester, I decided to take a class for fun, took geology. OMG. It turns out that this is so much fun. It's so hands-on, and the investigative nature of science really appealed to me. Now I'm planning for the next steps for my second BA.
I'm still writing but once I fell in love geology it was so easy to let that writing for pay dream go. Now I just write fiction because it's fun and it shows on the page, way better, more relaxed. The sucky part about this whole thing is now my family only sees me as a writer and keep trying to get to write for pay on sites and stuff. I get the hesitated "that's great" remark when they ask about geology. They'll get used to it.
This is a really long way of saying that even though you set out for one thing, that journey can be more important than you realize.
12. The important things in life are free.
I was a nurse in Cali. I decided to give up my American dream after living in the US for more than a decade and moved back to the Philippines to marry my long-time long-distance girlfriend and manage the family business. So far business isn't doing well and kinda struggling financially but I know that I cannot and will never give up.
Do I regret it? Definitely not as we now have twin boys that are extremely smart, healthy and very active (too active but I cannot complain).
13. You've got a friend in me.
I regret ever thinking my dream was possible, let alone all the time and money I put in to it. I think I have ruined my life.
I wanted to work in animation, whether for games or visual effects in film/tv/whatever, I didn't mind. People had been encouraging my drawing for years and, although I knew art wasn't exactly a safe career choice, I thought combining it with an industry that was booming (think Incredibles era Pixar) would be a bit more sensible. I got accepted to the degree I wanted and it all just turned into a bit of a mess. (Story continues...)
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I wasn't very good with the 3D modelling programs used, I don't remember being taught much how to animate in them beyond keyframing in 3ds Max (we didn't get a tutor who knew Maya until part way through my second year). Our preparation for job hunting was being told to join LinkedIn, make a CV, and set up our own blog or website to host our showreel. By my third and last year I think I was permanently on the edge of a breakdown. I was constantly ill and sent for blood tests because they couldn't figure out what was causing it, but I think it was stress. We had our graduate show in an FX studio in London and I ended up crying in front of one of my lecturers because I knew my prospects had already gone to the dogs. I'd spent months trying to get intern positions, graduate positions and nothing bit. No one had any use for my kind of skills and I didn't have the money to go on any further training to try and get better ones. Of my class no one did very well, I think some have joined/started some smaller companies since or just got little jobs elsewhere, but only one was ever hired by one of the big names.
A bit over a year after graduation one of my classmates killed herself. She left multiple notes for her family and one where she wrote about her frustration at not being able to get in to the industry. She'd been working in a pub and when they let her go she decided she had nothing left. I spent all of that time being passed from temporary desk job to job centres trying to stay afloat. I've struggled with depression since I was 15/16 and I ended up back on medication after two suicide attempts and a spate of self-harming. I stopped trying, I stopped drawing, I stopped doing any of that stuff and the longer you go without new work the less anyone in the industry cares. There are always fresh graduates.
Now I know so much more about that industry than I ever learnt while studying, even when talking to professionals. The permanent crunches, never having or seeing family. I'll even admit that I didn't realize sexism could possibly be an issue (and look how amazing that discussion's gone over the last couple of years). Even if I managed to break in I would have been broken by that lifestyle.
So now I work at a desk job I hate, because not even retail will have me, job prospects here are slim and I can't afford to move anywhere else. I still don't draw much - every now and then I try but it doesn't give me much enjoyment of any kind. I have given up on dreams and I wish I'd never had them, I even regret that I had people around me kind enough to support my stupid idea. I don't know how to get out of this rut.
My ten year old cousin loves drawing and loves to show me the stuff he does - and I always love how excited he is - but a part of me desperately wants to stop him before he makes the same mistake. Don't do art. Not even once.
14. Sounds like a real nutcracker.
I was trained to be a ballerina since I was three and it was all I wanted. I had almost hit the ten-year mark when I started middle school. I was at the studio every day, taking pilates and dieting and hanging around as an understudy competing for even small dancing parts.
What happened was I was almost thirteen and I was starting junior high. I had to make the choice between ballet and being a teenager. This was around the time my weight was being monitored and I was getting into bulimia. That's something the Lifetime channel doesn't exaggerate.
I gave it up because I just couldn't take the heat. I know, pathetic. But, like I said, I was thirteen. I was starting to fill out and lose that stick-thin ballerina shape. I was becoming more interested in having friends and being a snot-nosed little punk. The commitment was huge.
The thing that really made up my mind was this: ballerinas are the worst. Stereotypically stuck-up and prissy, the real prima ballerinas at the studio could be straight-up inhuman. I once read that it's because their rigorous training leaves them little time to develop social skills and empathy.
The amount of back-biting and sabotage that went on, like loosening costume straps and throwing toeshoes in the dumpster...let's just say it was an awkward thirteen-year old's nightmare. I signed up for marching band and thus ended that chapter of my life.
I try not to regret the decision too much, seeing as my weight is healthy and I'm not a sociopath.
Have you ever found yourself in an argument so stupid and/or pointless that you were sure you were being punked? Like you keep looking away from the other person to check your surroundings for places Ashton Kutcher and a camera crew could come popping out of?
You're not the only one.
u/Anti-hollowkid asked: What is the dumbest argument you've ever been in?Brace yourselves, folks. Some of these arguments are breathtakingly bonkers. The sheer number of people who are willing to argue with someone over provable facts and what that other person likes or doesn't like is just ... stunning. It's stunning, you guys. Just not in a good way.
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My wife and I once argued over whether or not I liked mustard on my hot dog. I was for me liking mustard, she was against me liking mustard.
The argument lasted way longer that you could ever imagine it would.
A Stair Step
My brother and I argued if our staircase had 13 or 14 steps, based on an argument about if the floor of the second floor counts as a stair-step or not. We still have no solution.
My dad is a stairbuilder and I spent many summers working at his warehouse, so I can clear this up. 14.
My husband and I have this thing where we only say "I love you" on Saturdays. Every other day it's "I love you, but only on Saturdays." I don't know how it started, but it's been going for 11 years now.
We're both shiftworkers, so sometimes we have to stop and think what day it actually is. We had an argument recently over whether it was Saturday or not. I said it was Saturday, he said it was Friday. It was Monday.
I remember when I was about 13 my parents had an hour-long shouting match that ended with them almost getting divorced. The issue? Whether or not the nation of Iraq has a coastline.
My mother arguing that Iraq had a coastline, while my stepdad argued that it did not. This was back in 2004, and they are still quite happily married to this day. That incident is something they look back on and laugh about, and both of them admit it was really a pretty stupid thing to argue over.
With an ex:
"I owe you $80 for the bills of ours that you pay, and you owe me $40 for the bills of ours that I paid. Here's $40 in cash; we're even."
She did not understand this.
I literally had to go get another $40 out of the ATM, and hand the $80 to her. Then I had her hand me the $40 she owed me.
"Now how much do you have in your hand?"
She still didn't understand.
She somehow has a college degree.
When we were kids my brother and I got in a physical fight because he said I like mini wheats and I insisted I didn't. His argument was that I always sang the mini wheats song and I was deeply offended that he wasn't aware that it was just stuck in my head but I hated the cereal. I actually did like the cereal I'm not sure why I was arguing with him about it but I remember how genuinely angry I was.
I'll tell you about the only legal trouble I've ever been in, the fight that got me arrested. It started over whether we should return a box of crayons or not, and to this day I don't have any idea how it escalated to the point of the cops being called, but they were and I was the one taken in.
My boyfriend insisted that when two people are in an argument and one makes a point so reasonable and logical the other one can't disagree with it - it's unfair. I tried, logically and reasonably, to explain several times why that is just winning the argument, proving your point thoroughly and is completely fair.
His answer was that I was being unfair.
How the ch in masochism is pronounced. My friend caught me saying "masoKism" while he would say "masoSYism."
To be fair, he grew up speaking French, in which the ch in masochism is pronounced in "his" way. But he insisted that I was the wrong one here and that was just infuriating.
A woman was adamant that looking at the big solar eclipse on the television was unsafe unless you were wearing glasses. She wouldn't believe us and insisted on emailing NASA to check.
A Non-Standard Ruler?
I worked for a company that made signs. We had a customer ask for signs that were 7mm wide that were to go on a door. Our sign makers figured the order meant inches because 7mm is pretty small, so made them 7 inches. I got a phone call from the customer who went mad at me for making them the wrong size. So I put a reorder through for 7 mm.
Argued with the sign makers over it but they eventually agreed to do it after I shown them the order in writing. I even had the customer put her complaint in writing, reiterating the size they wanted.
7mm signs went out and a day later I get the customer on the phone literally screaming at me.
Cue the dumb argument - we ended up having an argument over how big a millimetre is, and obviously everyone in the office were laughing, but this customer just wouldn't accept it and said we must be using a non-standard ruler to measure.
Ended up being escalating to the sales department manager who refused to issue a refund. We still don't know what they actually meant.
This Unusual Vegan Argument
Was in a pub with a few friends, and some random Dude dropped an ear, and somehow figured I'm vegan. Well, people like him are the reason I usually avoid mentioning it. He came up to me and insisted on starting a discussion about veganism. He claimed that by the end of it, I would be eating meat again.
He listed some stupid arguments, I told him I was not convinced and then tried to keep on drinking beer with my friends. He followed me, and wanted me to "try to convert him to a vegan." I stupidly listed some of my reasons thinking it would make him go away. He told me he still was not convinced, so I was like whatever. Again, I really just wanted to drink beer with my friends.
That dude followed me all night and expected me to try make him vegan. Doesn't matter what I said, and all the reasons that for me are obviously good enough to be vegan. He'd be just like "No, that doesn't convince me, therefore your argument and how you life is stupid."
Didn't matter how often I told him that I honestly don't care; 5 minutes later he would come up to me again "I'm still not vegan, so veganism is stupid, all your arguments were stupid, now give me a good reason to become vegan!" At one point, I was literally yelling at him that I don't give a single flying f about what he eats and why, that it's in no way my responsibility to "turn somebody vegan" and in no way his business what I eat.
Honestly, for that dude, I would have bought a whole ham, just to shove it up his stupid annoying face.
In college my roommate and I argued about a line in Monty Python & the Holy Grail. The scene with the Black Knight where the line "Alright, we'll call it a draw" is uttered. We argued about who said that line, whether it was King Arthur or the Black Knight.
It went on for hours longer than it should have because I was stubborn and refused to admit I was wrong.
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Whether Albert Einstein or Arnold Schwarzenegger would be more useful to have around during a Zombie apocalypse. How on earth would Albert Einstein come in handy!?
Below Sea Level
I live on an island and when you go upland and you look out the sea looks like it's higher than or on the same level as the land. It's just a weird perspective thing because of the horizon. One day some kid says that it's because the island is under sea level.
I'm like wtf bro all of us would be with the fishes. He argues that no that's not true and if I just go upland I'll see. We then spend a good 5 minutes of my time arguing about it until I decided to leave this kid in his stupidity. He even said we shouldn't believe everything adults tell us and sometimes we need to think for ourselves.
This kid was older than me and was going to a good school. Lost my respect for him ever since then.
Someone tried to fight with me over how to spell my name.
Now, my name is in a lot of languages with slightly different spellings. I would have accepted any of those spellings, but this one was just... Not even close. It didn't make any logical sense.
An analogous example is if my name was Thomas and someone was insisting it was spelled Tomash. And not just the name Thomas in general, but that me specifically, on my birth certificate, was named Tomash. I know how to spell my own name.
I swear to god, it went on for like an hour.
Whales Are Mammals
I was in an online chat room one day, and we were talking about whales. I commented on how whales are mammals and the next thing you know, someone was arguing with me and trying to convince me that a whale was a fish.
Stupid microwaves. Having a man child talk down to me about how microwaves work only for him to google it and prove me right. He slept on the sofa that night.
My friend keeps telling me that the norm is that a person should shower once a week. This has been going on for years. I'm almost convinced he's trolling me.
No Balloons For Grandma
My cousin and I argued over a balloon going to Heaven. We were at his big sisters prom send off and he let a balloon go and it went high into the sky.
He then said this balloon will go up past space and go to Heaven and reach grandma (God rest her soul). And I was like no it's not and it's probably not even gonna reach space. Releasing balloons is terrible for the environment and kills/harms so much wildlife.
He got really mad and defensive and started telling me to google it and do my research and I'm like I don't have to google it you idiot. He was mad at me for a good week.
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How dolphins reproduced. It took me a few solid minutes of explaining to her that dolphins have reproductive organs and that they did not just pop into existence. The argument began with her saying she wanted to work with sea creatures.
Personally, I hope she was messing with me cause I lost a little faith in humanity that day.
I repeatedly had the argument with a friend over whether roosters were chickens. She was convinced that only the females were chickens (hens). We were 18 at the time.
Me and my friend were drinking underage, we ended up in an argument of whether lightning McQueen's eyes were blue or green. Somehow throughout the whole thing both of us never thought to straight up google a picture.
But ... Ice Floats
Woman wanted ice on the bottom of her drink.
Now read that sentence again and try to imagine arguing with that particular brand of stupid.
Time Zones Exist
Coworker claimed that it was the same time of day and the same season on the whole globe. Had to get 4 coworkers to confirm to him that time zones do in fact exist.
My brother is colorblind. And he CONSTANTLY tries to correct me on what color things are.
"Hey could you hand me that red _____?"
"no, it's red"
"YOU CANT EVEN KNOW"
It is the base of our most common and heated arguments.
I'm late, but I saw this question and instantly remembered that I was booted from a Facebook group because I called someone out on a lie that was not only bull, but extremely pointless. She was friends with the moderator and they made the case that my argument over such a little lie was more of a problem than the lie itself (though they didn't refer to it as a lie.)
The woman said that she used to babysit for Andre 3000 and that his name was Andre 2000 - but he changed it after the year 2000 had passed. This was so easily disproven it was ridiculous. Their debut album came out in 1994 and he was already going by Andre 3000 at that time.
The argument wasn't a huge long drawn out thing, but the fact that either of us were on Facebook at separate times meant that the responses were over a long period of time so this argument lasted a few days.
It was stupid.
Stars Like Our Sun
I was arguing with my grandpa about stars he didn't believe that there are other stars like our sun. Basically he thought there is only the sun, the moon and the earth.
I have a degree in history. I mostly focused on nationalism. Wrote a 50 page paper on it and Richard Nixon with around 50 100 sources. Looked at micro film for hours on end. Part of the paper focused on how Nixon being chair of the house committee of Unamerican Activities was used as a powerful weapon to use against political enemies. It also inspired Joe McCarthy. Have had people tell me I was wrong and Nixon was never elected to a position besides the president and Joe McCarthy came before Nixon. I stopped trying to talk history to people.
I also know quite a bit about the history of the Balkans its amazing how many Serbs refuse to believe Tito did anything wrong.
Wrote 100 page paper on nationalism in Israel. Its frustrating to talk about because for some reason a lot of people think Palestinian firing rockets randomly into Israel is ok but if Israel retaliates the people get up in arms over a targeted air strike that kills 3 people.
Balloon to Heaven
My cousin and I argued over a balloon going to Heaven. We were at his big sisters prom send off and he let a balloon go and it went high into the sky. He then said this balloon will go up past space and go to Heaven and reach grandma (God rest her soul). And I was like no it's not and it's probably not even gonna reach space.
And he got really mad and defensive and started telling me to google it and do my research and I'm like I don't have to google it you idiot. He was mad at me for a good week.
I got into an argument with a co-worker over how we were attaching two pages of a letter together: small binder clips or paper clips.
He felt that paper clips would leave a "dent" in the paper when removed, but binder clips won't. He refused to staple them together. I felt that binder clips would also leave a "dent", so we might as well just use the paper clips.
It ended with him saying: "Do what you want [me], I don't care!" and storming off.
Once got accused of faking being Jewish. Why? I have no clue. We argued over the course of a month, any time I'd bring it up and she heard about it, she'd begin going after me for "faking it".
My mother's side is ethnically Jewish. Grandparents were practicing.
3 friends and I once got into an argument about how to pronounce Nutella. It lasted for about 3-4 months. It was hilarious how serious we took it, it'd get heated but never for real serious.
I think someone even called the company that made it to check, or that may have been for the Cheetos company. We were really bored in high school.
Late to the party, but there it is.
I'm a manager at a small store. We're only 4 working there, so my team and I grew very close and we joke around a lot. Once during a slow shift, my employee and I had an argument because we were looking at the lingerie boxes, and I thought that two specific boxes had the same woman on it, but she was 100% positive they weren't the same person.
Looking back, I don't know why it was such a big deal to us at the time, but we even called another employee who lives across the street to come and tell us what the heck was up with that. Turns out I was right, and she was pretty salty about it. It was a great night.
Wicked Witch of the West
I almost got into an argument with an old girlfriend over Glinda the good witch from Oz. She insisted that Glinda was manipulating Dorothy to assassinate the Wicked Witch of the West and convince the Wizard to leave to create a political void she could fill.
I conceded the issue when I heard the whole premise because I thought it was too damn stupid to get worked up over.
Keep Your Hands to Yourself
Just the other day I legit got in an argument with my co-workers on why I don't like my butt being grabbed by anyone (I'm a guy). Seriously.
They went on about "I don't mind it. Mike and I do it all the time and we don't care." Yeah, that's nice dude, but I'm not you, and there's something called "Keep your hands to yourself" (which was taught to a good portion of us growing up). Just like how Karen wouldn't like it if I touched her boobs or her grabbing your crotch or frankly ANY area you wouldn't like being grabbed, keep away. In general, you should not be touching me in any areas after I've told you not to several times before.
So unless you're sleeping me or dating me, keep your damn hands off my toosh.
My best friend and I argued over whether or not telekinesis was possible. Her argument was that humans don't yet know what the human brain at 100% usage was capable of, and that telekinesis was inside the possibilities.
I said the brain does use 100%, just at different times.
We didn't speak to each other for four days.
How dolphins reproduced and whether or not ghost existed (back to back with the same person). It took me a few solid minutes of explaining to her that dolphins have reproductive organs and that they did not just pop into existence (the argument began with her saying she wanted to work with sea creatures).
How it shifted to the existence of ghosts is a solid and reasonable question to ask (I don't remember why). I had to then proceed to tell her that ghost hunting TV shows do not constitute as undeniable evidence.
Personally, I hope she was messing with me cause I lost a little faith in humanity that day. This was in high school SO... hopefully she was kidding.
Dogs and ChocolateGiphy
I told this stupid woman that chocolate is toxic to dogs. She went on to tell me how a little bit will just make them hyper and then they will calm down. I told her to google it. Her and her bf shut right up. Now they have a kid. Good luck, Jeremy and Andrea. morons.
I should also add that this argument started because Jeremy was giving his tiny dog chocolate and I told him it was toxic.
Is water wet?
My roommate and I have a recurring argument over whether or not water is wet l, and whether or not a person is considered wet underwater.
For the record, it is no to both questions.
A kid a church telling me about the mission trip I went on. Not only was I not on that trip, but I had never been on any mission trip. We were good friends, so it's not like he would've mistaken someone else for me.
He insisted I was there as if an entire week long trip would just fall out of my memory. He even had stories of things we'd done together. I'm not sure if he thought I was lying, joking, stupid, or crazy, but I was pretty sure he was some combination thereof.
One time I got into a shouting match with my mom and little brother in the car. The issue? The names of the two-headed dragon from the PBS kids afternoon show Dragon Tales. I swore it was Zack and Macie.
It was actually Zak and Wheezie. I don't even remember why we were yelling about it.
Green Or Yellow?
When I was about 15 or so my mother and I spent about 20-30 minutes arguing about the color of a shirt. We agreed it was blue/green, but to me it was just a shade more blue, while to her it was just a bit more green.
Turns out, your eyeballs yellow as you age and hers were 24 years yellower than mine, so I think that skewed her color vision.
Stars In Their MultitudeGiphy
I once got in an argument over whether or not a line from the song "Stars" in Les Mis says "...but mine is the way of the lord" or "mine is the way of the law".
I didn't even really care what he thought but he was so adamant and cocky that it got me heated. By the end of it we were shouting at each other and I had to apologize, which I think is what he wanted the whole time.
My brother is colorblind. And he CONSTANTLY tries to correct me on what color things are.
"Hey could you hand me that red _____?" "that's orange" "no, it's red" "orange" "YOU CANT EVEN KNOW".
It is the base of our most common and heated arguments.
About five years ago, my girlfriend (now wife) once had a very intense argument about whether or not hot water cleaned things better than cold water.
She genuinely believed that water temperature didn't matter. This is someone who has not one, but two masters degrees.
We argued for something like 2 hours, and we seriously almost broke up over the whole thing.
I had an argument with a girl IN THE MIDDLE OF A BIOLOGY CLASS in high school about how humans are not mammals. She thought a human was a human and we are not mammals because "mammals are animals and humans are not animals"
I tried explaining to her the difference between reptiles and mammals and how humans fall under the mammal category to try and educate her... but she just wouldn't listen.
I still have no idea why the BIOLOGY teacher did not get involved...
Solid Or Liquid?
Some classmates and I got into a heated debate as to whether or not the human body could count as a soup, salad, or sandwich. The teacher got mad at us, but hey! All we were doing was watching a movie.
For the record, my logic lays with soup- Liquid contained within a solid, at a hot temperature.