How much have you f*cked it up?

Gonzalez

Gonzalez

Sonny, I Watched the Vault Bein' Built!
Ok, so, what have been your worse f*ck ups of recent or that you remember? One that gets the end credits from Curb Your Enthusiams rolling kind of f*ck up.

I'll start by mine, and then you can judge how big or rather insignificant you think it is (and then post your own as an example). This is more recent than anything else, and didn't involved much further damage to myself other than some people apparently hating me for life.

So, I recently started playing tabletop RPG's with some people I met at RPG conventions (which for where I'm from they are diminute, but still). So, I played with this guy and he invited me to a campaign of Call of C'thulhu with his girlfirend and a couple of friends, and it went well. So he then decided to introduce me to his, lets call it, close knit group of roleplaying and life friends and start a Legend of the Five Rings campaign. Two of the guys I already knew from the previous campaign and there were other three I've never seen before.

Paralel to this, the guy invied me to a surprise paintball game for one of his close friends, that I've never seen in my life, to which I told him I coulnd't attend to. He never really said it was a surprise party or anything, it said so in the Facebook group description and nothing else, and again, I even wasn't sure who the party was for.

So then we play our first session of L5R and things go well, but I already start getting "complaints" acording to him, from some of his friends, not on how I play, but in that they think I'm "weird" or soemething. Apparently from some of his friends that didn't yet knew me until then. I payed no further heed to that and found it somewhat amusing even.

And the we come to the f*ck up. The day of the next session was before the day of the paintball event, and, of course, I have no better idea to ask if the session will still take place being that there is this paintball thing the next day, and apparently the one being surprised was one of the people on the table and I blew the whole thing up.

So, I first get contacted by the guy organizing the event, the one that introduced me to the group, saying that what I did was serious, and that he culd accept many things but when it came to his close friend it was the limit, and that the other guys decided not to kick me out of the campaign so it wasn't up to him to do it. To which I replied to him that if what happened was so serious I'd myself rather leave on my own and be done with it, but the guy then said that I shouldn't do that, so, I told him I would go to the next session. Then the next session got cancelled, all this time I tried to keep quiet to not make it worse, but aparently the guy got crossed about my silence. He told me he couldn't understand how I was ignoring the something so serious and the some of his friends were particularly upset I haven't even apologised to the guy the surprise party was for (I haven't even seen the guy again since the first session), and they finally decided to kick me out and end the campaig. And now apparently they all hate me and never want to see me gain.

To be honest I was so confused with the whole situation I'm kinda relieved I'm never seeing any one of them again.
 
I tried to slap my friend on the top of the head but not hard and he sat back and I lost my footing and I ended up sliding my hand from his chest down to his groin.

That was awkward.
 
Meant to pretend to kick a friend in the balls once, well the pretend part did not happen due to a sudden movement, with steel toed boots. 16 years later he still brings it up....
 
That's because he developed a fetish for CBT and wants you to kick him again.

raw
 
I think I have a good one.

When I was in the United States Navy I had a homosexual barracks roommate.
One Sunday he and a bunch of his co-workers from the command he was attached to were having breakfast in the barracks common room our rooms were attached to. They did this every Sunday so it was normal.

I was well aware of his proclivities (He didn't try to hide his boyfriend very well), but that day he and his co-workers informed me of his orientation. To be honest, I was a bit surprised by the sudden inclusion of obvious information as I had just woken up, and my mind wasn't fully engaged yet. Instead of thinking I asked him "So, what kind of porn do you watch?"

The reception of this question was of confusion, insult, and rather vocal assumptions related to my general intelligence.
To be honest, if I had been awake such a nonsense questions would not have slipped out. Yet my roommate answered that he did indeed look at "gay porn". I nodded and walked away.

Since that day he considered me a homophobe, even though I grew up with a homosexual uncle that assisted in raising me to adult hood.

Looking back upon that experience I think it's funny.
 
My biggest fuck up: Travelling to The Glow without Rad-X or RadAway and dying of Radiation. Thank god I used multiple saves and only backtracked a couple of hours.
 
Mr Fish said:
I tried to slap my friend on the top of the head but not hard and he sat back and I lost my footing and I ended up sliding my hand from his chest down to his groin.

That was awkward.
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It's ok bro, you live in Sweden, remember?

Biggest fuck up eh? Hmm, there are so many. I guess the situations where I got into real life fights as an adult were situations where I could have extricated myself from said situation had I not been in a state of inebriation and/or thougth about things more clearly and objectively. Objective thinking in life is so important. Having said that, I didn't "fuck up" those situations because the fights were about 80% unavoidable. I regret not using that 20% chance of escaping because I didn't want to look like a 'loser' of the fight or whatever.
 
Wasting last weekend doing bullshit. Final Assignments are due for next week. The fun of Studying and working.
 
Walpknut said:
Wasting last weekend doing bullshit. Final Assignments are due for next week. The fun of Studying and working.
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It's not a f*ck up until you fail. Going to an exam without sleeping nor studying and actually passing is a thing. How do you think I went trough half collage? (the other half required actually studying so I never finished)
 
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