What was your personal 9/11?

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When it was revealed that Nintendo Treehouse catered to the troons for the Paper Mario: Thousand Year Door remake.
 
Waking up to find that my mother had died. I had to go through the house waking up my family and tell them. Then I had to call 911. I still wish I had not gone to bed that night. I went to bed at 2am against my better judgement and woke up at 6am to use the bathroom. I could have called sooner and maybe saved her had I stayed awake. I knew she wasn't going to live much longer. But I still feel some guilt.

And the saddest thing was her little dog just standing on the bed staring at her. I put him in my bedroom so he wouldn't see the ambulance take her out. But a few days later the neighbors had a female visitor with long blonde hair. And the dog went crazy thinking she had come back when he saw her get out of a van from the window. It was heartbreaking.
 
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I still wish I had not gone to bed that night. I went to bed at 2am against my better judgement and woke up at 6am to use the bathroom. I could have called sooner and maybe saved her had I stayed awake. I knew she wasn't going to live much longer. But I still feel some guilt.
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I don't know your situation, but sometimes in hospice care even after friends and relatives are visiting near 24/7, even while their loved one is comatose, sometimes you go out for a sandwich or take a phone call for 15 minutes, and it's only then that they pass. Sometimes they just ... know, they don't want to be a bother, they want to be alone in order to go. Maybe that's just cope, but it happens often enough that I give it some weight of credibility.
 
The day I went back to my favorite fashion dick-around site Polyvore after several years of not checking it, only to find it had been bought out and immediately shut down by some random retailer only a few months prior. I had made literally hundreds of fashion sets only for them to be completely gone, replaced by some Quebecoise trying to sell me shit. The alleged permanency of the Internet was ruined for me after that.


Though 9/11 was also pretty 9/11 for me, ngl.
 
When I was working in Africa around 06 or 7, I had a giant ingrown hair on my scrotum near the back right side. I had felt it for days while I was flying in an unairconditioned plane, but I was on a crazy schedule running between Djibouti and Pretoria that week. I finally got orders to chill out for a few days when we landed in Kenya.

The company had booked a really nice hotel, I had my own room with satellite TV and I decided to relax, shower and pop the damn thing, which had grown to the size of almost a nickel with a white head about the size of dime.

After getting out of my first shower in almost 10 days, I sat on the toilet and have the thing a solid pimple popping squeeze. It fucking erupted in a manner that would give Washington State residents flashbacks to Mt. st. Helens. The smell that came out made me gag, but the pain was so severe it made me vomit and shit at the same time. Luckily my ass was already over the shitter, but I threw my head over the side to the tub and barfed out two days of MREs and gummy bears. I heaved on the toilet for a solid 10 minutes until everything was out. I felt light headed and I drank a sip of water from the fancy mini bar, as I went to turn on the shower again, I passed out. A few hours later I woke up naked, on the floor between the unflushed toilet and the shower I had failed to turn on with my head of security\load master\translator standing over me slapping my face gently as he was praying that I was still alive.

He had tried to get me to go out for dinner and drinks but I wasn't answering, so he jimmied open the door to check on me since I never backed out on plans we made. He was so happy as I opened my eyes, he then threw a towel over me and tried to call a doctor. I explained what happened, and how I had passed out from the shock and horror of seeing a tall shot glass with of puss and blood ooze out of my balls.

He helped me get in to the shower and when I was done he drove us to go get dinner and drink way took much shitty hooch from Ethiopia.

Anyhow, the day after that I realized women could vote.
 
Man of Steel. Seeing it caused me to suspect a lot of terrible things about the Hollywood system, specifically franchises and executive meddling. In the decade since, my suspicions have been proven true.

They literally don't know what they're doing, and they're burning obscene money doing it. The system is going to collapse like dominoes.
 
To avoid powerleveling, I'll just say the beginnings of widely-available AI tech. It made me realize just how easily human perception is twisted, how gullible the average person is, and how uncreative the vast majority of human thought is. It also brought up the possibility of a reality so fake that I thought it'd only ever exist in dystopian movies. The last month, with its relatively believable 5-second clips and completely fake podcasts, have helped nothing.

The tech probably has its merits, but i'm too much of a feely fag to really give it any credit for them. A non-human entity mimicking human creation even half-decently disturbs me too deeply. I'm not even in any trouble- if anything, this kind of shit would assist in what I do for money- its implications just sicken me like nothing else ever has.
 
I still physically convulse when I think of this, let alone watch it. I really can’t watch it, I haven’t since shortly after it happened. Thank goodness 475 was quickly repaired.
 
There was this amazing aquarium shop I'd go to with my Dad when I was a kid. You could pay a dime to feed the koi. The day it closed its doors was my personal 9/11.
 
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