Have you ever had a moment where you felt like an complete badass with a master's degree in badassery?
If so, please give your story below! If you haven't, I advise you to go do something that stinks of badassey!
(This is my story. It is either a moment of badassery, or a moment of complete fail...that is up to you, the reader, to decide!)
I was 14, and I went to the local YMCA with a few of my buds to play basketball. After hours of playing basketball we decided to chill in the weights room. When I first stepped into that room full of ripped body builders, I felt awkward. Maybe it was because they all looked like Brock Lesner, I don't know. We went to the area with treadmills (that was my first mistake). I turned on one and started running. After 15-30 mins of running, I became bored. As I pressed the power button, I stopped moving my legs but the machine didn't stop. Instead of turning off, the treadmill turned to full speed. I was brought down to the ground face first. I just stared at the ceiling, got back up, and proceeded to go downstairs to play more basketball. The moment I stepped into the gym, my friends stopped what they are doing and ran over to me. They were asking if I'm okay. I didn't know what they were talking about until I looked down at my white t-shirt. It was red. Running to the closest bathroom, I stared into the mirror and noticed that I had a huge gash above my left eye. Didn't even feel the pain until I noticed it.
Well, I went to the hospital to get it stitched up. Every 2 mins, a fountain of blood would pump out of the gash. Lying down on the hospital bed and having that blood get into your eye was very annoying. The doctor came in and told me not to worry, and he said something about how he hasn't done anything like this. When he injected the liquid used to numb my face, it went through my skin and right into my eye. My vision was extremely impaired, and I could see was what appeared to be black and white holes.
After stitching up my eye, the doctor apologized for the liquid running into my eye. He told me that I could of lost my eye if the gash was half an inch lower than what it was. Feeling relieved and happy that the fountains of blood stopped gushing, I happily walked out of the hospital with a grin of a true champion. Nature, life, or whatever the hell you want to call it tried to take away my left eye twice within a day, but I succeeded. I celebrated my righteous victory by making my way over to the local Dairy Queen to get a well deserved blizzard. Victory never tasted so sweet.
After re-reading that over, it sounds like a complete fail. Oh well, I won that day.
Sorry for the lengthy post, and I hope you got a laugh out of my misery.
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