It was that or humanity would have extinguished themselves.
It was a bit of a hurried departure, but we all got on the airplane safely. It was hijacked, and we ended up in a place where, to our surprise, it was paradise. Not sure how. Anyway, although this place was very civilized, my brother had to get back to his version of civilization. Not necessarily mine. And he died along the way.
AITA for thinking he got what he deserved?
AITA for totally harshing the empire’s mellow?
So, like, I’m out here turning H₂O into primo vintage and walking on the Sea of Galilee—basically hanging ten on the C of G. Cowabunga! I say righteous stuff like “Blessed are the poor.” I Fed a whole crowd with one bro’s lunch—five loaves, two fish, epic potluck. Crowd’s stoked, I’m stoked. We’re all mellow, like jello.
Then I start riffing, “Yo, what if I just bounce? Maybe build a beach shack with a rad carpenter’s bench, kick back with a little Cana cabernet, see where the wind blows, man."
Next thing I know, temple dudes are flipping tables like it’s a mosh pit, centurions are waxing their spears, and suddenly I’m lugging a big-ass cross up a gnarly hill. Chill, brah—can’t a wandering rabbi drop a “what-if” without everyone going full Roman?
I said “take this cup,” not “take the joke and crucify me.”
So, AITA for pulling the ultimate practical joke?
Labyrinth ?
In that case … you should really keep away from space stations belonging to any of your old gambling buddies.
That’s the one!
I own a large silicon chip manufacturing business. I have a plan to increase the size of my business by eliminating some competition., As a side benefit, my plan will create an urban renewal project in the greater San Francisco/silicon valley area, This will probably involve the death of hundreds of thousands of people. Omelets, eggs, and I haven’t done anything that others, including governments, haven’t done before.
But that’s not my question. As a result of complications in my plan due to a meddling foreigner, I had to send my #1 employee and lover on an important action, that was probably a one-way mission, which she botched! AITA for not caring what happened to her, the disloyal traitor?
AITA for kind of blowing up my high school?
I (18F) am pretty outgoing and my classmates really love me, my best friend (18F) is kind of the opposite. She’s really smart and shy but is cool in a nerdy way I think. I’ve been helping her out with getting friends and even got her a date with the high school quarterback. What I really want to do though is let my favorite band hear the song that I wrote for them. I admit that I have a bit of a crush on the band, especially the lead singer (I’ll call him Joey). So my BFF and I were going to give the song to the band at their concert but the principal took away my tickets, overstepping her authority, obvi! We managed to get more tickets and a bunch of us from school went, even our music teacher who looks kind of square but is actually pretty with it. After the concert, we go back to the school to celebrate and the principal and police come to stop us. The members of the band told the teacher that they’re not students there and they even sang for all of us in the hall! Then they said I was one of them and sang my song for everyone and it was the happiest day of my life so I hit a plunger and blew up part of the school. AITA?
Be careful or the authorities may give you a teenage lobotomy!
Hint; this is not a typo and doesn’t refer to the murderess.
Ages back, I dabbled in crafting, and I got really good at it. Everyone loved my stuff, and I gave almost all of it away to all kinds of people, but I really wanted to make something nice for myself, you know? I absolutely poured my whole self into my last piece, in secret, planning on keeping it. Problem is, people found out about it and everyone turned on me; everyone wants my greatest work, like the others I gave away weren’t good enough for them.
Then, still a long time ago, a whole bunch of people got together and attacked me. One of them stole my greatest work. It was awful, I nearly died. Then when some of my servants found the thief later, they fumbled the whole thing and lost it, but I was so weak right then there was nothing I could do about it.
A found out a few years ago that someone else found it. I arranged to meet him and he told me someone else stole it off him and I’ve found out who has it now. He knows it’s mine, he knows I made it, even knows I desperately want it back, but he’s just run away with it too. I’ve no idea what he plans to do with it, he doesn’t even know how to use the thing properly.
I didn’t steal it, I didn’t find it, I wasn’t given it by someone who didn’t own it either; I made the thing and never meant anyone else to have it, it’s mine, and I want it back!
AITA for sending more of my servants after the guy who has it now to get it back and end this whole thing?
YNA: the guy could simply walk into your place to return it, and yet he doesn’t
I don’t know why you’re so sore on everyone about this.
One does not simply walk into his place.
Hey mister playing-card-suit named gumshoe, you already had an AITA entry earlier in this thread.
NTA. But who knows, maybe he’ll bring it back to you?
Ha! It took me a bit.
A lot of these references are obscure, it’s like they’re just talky-in around the plot.
My little brat of a 9 year old grandson was running a fever and had to stay home from school. I felt it was time to introduce him to a family tradition. Despite his constant gripes I manipulated him into appreciating the tradition. AITA?
If it was human sacrifice to demons, then yes, YATA.
If it involved fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, true love, miracles…then…no.
I am a private detective. I’m really good at it. Probably the best in the world. No, I am the best in the world.
But people say bad thing about me. They say I treat my assistant like a door mat. But talking about the case helps me focus, and frankly the guy can’t follow even the simplest cases. I wonder about the state of medical schools that he can even call himself “doctor”.
People say I am rude to my police contacts, but frankly, if they were even one tenth as competent as me, I wouldn’t need to explain things so simply.
For all the joy I get from solving mysteries, I am beginning to wonder why it seems the only one that can stand to be around me is my assistant. I do pay him, is that the only reason? Doesn’t he enjoy my long talks on tobacco ashes and various poisons? My extensive knowledge of bee husbandry?
Maybe I should turn my detection skills inward. Do people really not like me?
AITA? Does it matter?