I am an idiot sometimes

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I feel like a freaking idiot.....So I went to a bar last night, started talking to someone and went to their house. They weren't trying to hit on me or anything and even showed me to a room to sleep alone so they weren't pressuring me to sleep with them or anything basically they where being cool. Well the dude had a pipe with some weed resin.....but he said there might be a bit of meth in it. And even though that is a drug I never would do, I was drunk and figured....well whatever so I hit it. But yeah then I got all confused, kind of large house so couldn't figure out where to go got worried they might have room mates and didn't want to be wandering around in their house. So I left.....ended up getting a ride home from a cop because I was all messed up and yelling outside because part way to my house I decided the dude intentionally left me wandering around in the house and bla bla bla, pretty sure it was the potential meth in the pipe. Thing is he did warn me, and I should have said 'no I can't smoke that.' so yeah that bit was my fault I knew damn well it wasn't a good idea.

But yeah so now the guy has my bicycle because we brought that with, but I left and can't remember quite what house it was...but I know its pretty close, so I knocked on the door I thought it could be but no one was home, so I went to the bar and left my number for when the other bar tender comes back later who might have saw who I left with because I didn't remember their name or get their number....lol I just want to get my bike back, and if I was being an ass to that guy I want to apologize but don't think I was I left cause I was confused and couldn't find where they where and started ranting on the way home but don't think I was a jerk to the dude. But yeah cop happened by and thought I might cause a disturbance but all they did was give me a ride the rest of the way home.

Just wanted to get it out, I just feel sort of bad about it....I mean this person was being really cool, and they had PTSD to so we where kind of talking about that but then I just had to hit the stupid pipe and just like I thought that is not a drug I can handle, but I don't feel the dude was doing anything malicious because he did warn me there could be meth in it. But hopefully I can talk to them again and get my bicycle back.

Just to be clear I don't want a bunch of judgements about how anyone who ever smokes meth is evil, my dad smokes it sometimes so I don't want any stuff about how immoral it is to hang out with drug users and such. But has anyone had any similar experiences of essentially going out and being an idiot? Guess I just don't want to feel like I am the only one and thus the biggest dumbass ever.

everyone makes mistakes. one night i said "to get a good surgeon" to someone whose hospital i was dissing and eventually lost my medical career over it. i don't dwell it. i hope you won't beat yourself up, either.

When I was about 20, there was this guy I liked who hung out at Triangle Park where I hung out. Yes, it was a lot of druggies there. So this one night I finally got his attention and he took me back home with him. He lived right by the park with his mother who woked nights and his little brother who was about 12. The guy I liked was my age. Anyway, we got really wasted and I was in bed with him, in a strange house, naked, and woke up and had to pee. I was still drunk. Very drunk. I couldn't find my clothes and had to pee really, really bad. I couldn't find the light switch either. I knew it was just me and Greg (the guy) and his little brother Brandon in the house and knew his brother was asleep in his own room so I get up and start walking up the hall, naked, looking for the bathroom door. I found what I thought was it and opened it and stepped in and reached over on the wall for the light only to find out it was the stairs for the basement. Or partial stairs, they didn't go all the way down. They threw their beer cans down there. I fell down the partial stairs and landed in a big pile of beer cans, naked in the basement, still having to pee. By that time I've covered in stale beer so whats a little pee. I screamed for I don't know how long before somebody heard me, and it was the little brother. He came to the door and said "You're naked and in my basement". Every time I ran into him after that, even years later, he says "You were naked in my basement". I recently friended him on FB and that's the first thing he said to me "I remember you! You were naked in my basement".

I have tons of stories like this that I'll gladly share with you if it will make you feel better. You weren't an idiot. You got drunk, a little stoned and a little geetered and went home. I seriously doubt he will think bad of you for it. I hope you find your bike though.

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Lol, 12 year olds are really blunt about things....I feel like if my 12 year old brother ran into a situation like that he would say the same thing. Once he walked in on my 20 year old brother when he was looking at a picture of a pipe on the internet it was loaded and my brother asked 'why is there guacamole in that pipe'.

But yeah I am sure I'll find it since the bartender that was there last night is working again tonight and I stayed till they closed..so I think she saw who I left with since we where one of the last few people out of the bar. I am glad the cops where cool about it though, I thought I was probably going to be arrested or something but I also didn't disrespect them like they explained to me it was 2:00 in the morning and I was outside yelling so I kind of had to agree that could disturb people. So they said they had to take me home or they'd have to take me to detox so obviously I went with the going home as I would not have wanted to explain to my mom why I was in detox then again not sure they'd have informed her of that so I could have always said I went over to my friends house and spent the night. Good thing I am not underage as my mom would have been irate if the cops woke her up to inform them they had to bring me home.

I don't think you're stupid. But wow, are you ever lucky!! ! Please be careful---anything could have happened.

Sometimes people warn us they are potentially dangerous, it's a gift when that happens. And it takes a long time to get it when that's happening. Not sure how worth it this is---I'm always on guard, always afraid. But yeah, nothing as dramatic as that, but people have warned me about something, and I didn't get it, and they still treated me ok. It's embarrassing, but it's how we are made. You can fight it. But there IS a cost

Whats really bad is waking up with a guy you have no clue who he is. This was in the early 80s lol. It happened a few times. Then you have to find your car keys. And your clothes. And your wallet. Sometimes you can sneak out of there before they wake up. Other times they wake up and talk to you. Then it becomes awkward because either they don't remember who you are either or they know who you are and don't remember them. That's when you stop drinking Wild Turkey 101 and cut back to something like beer.

I once got a ride home by the cops, when I flagged them down, walking, geetered as hell. Not too long ago either. Like 3 years or so ago. Pocket full of s**t, huge ass pupils, carrying a damn bag of my clothes because I had gotten mad and went to my friends house. I ended up going out to party with some other folks and was dropped off at her house and she had a boy over so she wouldn't let me stay. So I see this Trooper, thinking he's my neighbor cause he's going that way, and wave at him. He's not my neighbor. But I got in and said "Hey, run me home ok, it's only about a mile. I spent the night with a friend who had a bad breakup and now she has the douchebag back over there so I left". He laughed and took me home. That was an idiotic move on my part, cause what if he had a dog in there? I had her two 50's in my pocket. Which I took home since she was an ass to me. She had told me to hold them. Oh, I held them allright.

I'm telling you these horrible stories of my misadventures so you won't feel bad. I do have worse ones if you need them.

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How much was in the pipe that you smoked?

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Back in my prime drinking years(age 17-20) I had a bad habit of blacking out and not remembering anything of the night before. The people I knew didn't have a car and I only got rides if they borrowed their parent's car so more times than not when I had my fill I'd walk a couple miles back home. Nothing too bad happened to me besides some embarrassing phone calls that I wouldn't of made otherwise but there was one time where I came to in waist deep snow with my phone missing in the middle of the night with no idea where I was. I was legit scared for a second because my pants were drenched and I was really really cold but some old guy that luckily wasn't Jeffrey Dahmer stopped to see if I was okay and I gave him $20 to drive me home, never found the phone. I dunno what I would of done if I didn't get a ride, I was thinking about calling 911 but I didn't have a phone so I would of probably had to knock on some random person's door or find some business that was open, people die from exposure all the time. After that, I really cut back on my drinking. In retrospect, I was pretty lucky never to run into the cops or worse while wandering thru some not so great neighborhoods in the city during those years.

Hopefully you can find your bike but if you don't just keep it in perspective that a lot of worse things could of happen, you're not an idiot and I don't think that guy will think you're a jerk or anything. Live and learn.

I dont think you should tell your mom the whole story. She'll worry. Maybe just mention that its gone missing.

Yea, I definitely wouldn't want to explain that either. I'd just say it got stolen if it doesn't turn up in a couple days.