“I Stapled My Finger”: 26 Times Folks Obeyed Their Intrusive Thoughts And Did The Most Random Stuff
We’ve all been there. You’re in the middle of doing whatever, and your brain coughs up a perfectly irrational thought. You now have a choice: send it back to the depths of your mind or surrender to the impulse and face the consequences.
One netizen asked the internet, “People who let their intrusive thoughts win once, what did you do?”—and folks weren’t shy about sharing what happened when they caved to their cognitive chaos. Dive into this collection of our favorite responses.
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I threw a bottle out the window without thinking when driving and stopped my car to clean it up because I felt bad.
Good for you, OP. If more people took their mess home instead of strewing it any way but which, our world might be cleaner.
About a month ago, I *thought* I had everything secure in the back of the pickup truck for the trash station but when I got there, a box that was full of Styrofoam pieces was mostly empty. They were in the box to keep them from blowing out. I picked up what I could find but it wasn't enough so I picked up random Styrofoam from the side of the road until I felt the balance was restored.
Still that was an accident, not physically throwing it out the window.
Load More Replies...As a teen I thought cleaners were paid by the mess or something and actively didn't clean up after myself. Dunno how I ended up with that misconception but that meant I also thought the neighbor who liked to pick up trash on her walks was a loony. Sorry Mrs. Rajala.
Set fire to my father's newspaper. While he was reading it.
I was about 5 years old so that was nearly 80 years ago, and a 40-psge broadsheet in those days was a substantial fuel load.
ETA: Dropped this without thinking much, came back two-thirds of a day later to find it my most upvoted comment in years. More importantly, I've got vast enjoyment and amusement out of your replies, and no. I didn't consider any of them condescending. I fully intend to live for another century or so.
No, I didn't get beat or whipped. I was never physically punished, something rather remarkable, looking back. I did get a stern lecture from my mother, of the "more disappointed than angry" type.
Must have worked, because it curbed (but did not totally cure) my youthful pyromaniac tendency.
Same. I'm currently surprised that I'm also surviving my adulthood.
Load More Replies...I burned my dad with a 4th of July sparkler in the 80’s. It was almost diabolical, however I somehow transformed into a benevolent forest fairy with a magic wand. I took my wand (burning, crackling, now-prohibited-in-my-city flaming torch) and touched it upon his arm, thus enchanting him with the festive spirit of ‘76 and he was now, probably, going to be happy. WHAT DID end up happening was a second-degree burn and a lot of curse words only an drunk ex-Navy sailor turned auto mechanic would dare to say in front of the neighbors and me, the magical 6-year-old fairy. Reality was fleeting for that split-second. I’m now a nurse and I guess I can relate well to patients who do stupid stuff and end up hurt. My bedside manner is now primo. Sorry, Dad.
The station crew actually used to do this to newscasters who were on the air at radio stations when I was working there. It's a tradition started by doing this to Arhur Godfrey, for anyone old enough.
My parents had a blender I’d use every day to make a smoothie, and it always slowed down with ice, I was annoyed at it not being powerful enough to just smash it. I thought “I bet I’d be able to stop it with my finger if I pushed down on the middle bit”.
Honestly even typing it out 30 years later feels stupid. I didn’t lose any fingers but the end of one of them is all scar tissue and I can’t feel anything in the end of two fingers. So in a way I’m like a superhero. In another, more accurate way I’m an idiot.
Got a permanent scar by cutting an aubergine with a dull blade. I was over 30
Ever had an intrusive thought? You know, those sudden outlandish ideas that pop into your head uninvited. Think: “What if I run this red light?” or “What if I yell in this quiet room?” Most people have them, and they’re totally normal—but they can be disturbing, especially when they’re violent, inappropriate, or go against your core values.
Intrusive thoughts often feel like they come out of the blue. You might be chopping vegetables and suddenly imagine hurting someone or picture slapping your boss at the same time you’re hugging them. Not to worry, you’re not crazy—our brains just have a weird sense of humor, and intrusive thoughts are its awkward punchlines.
Not my intrusive thought but when I was a kid my friend and I were sitting in a sauna when he said "what would happen if I p**s on the hot rocks" and it turns out it just makes the entire complex smell like burnt p**s and permanently bans you from the pool.
I was left alone for a couple minutes in a friend's house, and licked one of those pink salt lamps. It was exactly like I was hoping, and I know I won't be able to buy one for myself now.
First thing I did the first time someone gave me a salt lamp was lick it. It's salty.
We had one, but the cat kept licking it constantly. I don't think salt is good for cats, but we couldn't keep her away from it no matter what shelf it was on, so we got rid of it.
It is very bad for them. Cats have been known to have renal failure after licking salt lamps. Getting rid of it was for the best.
Load More Replies...I wonder what the numbers are, how many people have harbored the secret desire to lick it versus those who actually lick it...
Spent ten years traveling around the world not giving a f**k. Literally left for a ten day vacation and didn't come back.
My cousin did that. He's still living in Thailand 12 years later.
My cousin too. Australia, Japan, Thailand, Taiwan. We're talking about catching up at the Osaka expo of all things.
Load More Replies...My sister did that and spent ten years in the Pacific (mostly French Polynesia).
Too many thoughts like these have been linked to anxiety, OCD, PTSD, and even depression. They're not dangerous (unless you believe they are) but the fear of having them—or what they “say” about you—can be disturbing. However, spoiler alert: having an odd thought doesn’t mean you’ll act on it or that it reflects who you really are.
In fact, resisting or overthinking intrusive thoughts tends to make them louder. It’s like someone yelling, “Don’t think of a pink elephant!”—suddenly, you’re thinking of nothing but pink elephants. Mental health experts agree trying to suppress the thought only gives it power, but observing it without judgment helps it fade on its own.
There was a tube of mayonaise laying on the path near our local lake. Closed cap and still completely full and all.
I was ten years old, didn’t think twice and just jumped as high as i could, landing with two feet on that tube, causing a 3 meter string of mayonaise flying around. It was busy at that moment, but no one got mayonaised. There was a long trail of mayonaise on the path, and I was extremely proud.
It’s of the few memories I have in which I wasn’t always thinking about what others might have thought. And one of the even fewer memories in which a stupid thing occurred, and when looking back at it now, I’m not having any regrets.
I remember having finished drinking a juice box as a kid and I blew up the empty box with as much air as I could and then placed it on the ground, in front of my swing set. I got on a swing and was swinging as high as I could go, while keeping an eye on the bloated juice box. As I was swinging back, I would jump from the highest point and land on the juice box to hear it explode. The good ole days.
I had a brand new can of expando-foam that was jammed. So I shot it. I was expecting a much bigger result - what I wound up with was a large yellow blob with a trail of expando-foam dots going back. All in all, it was still pretty satisfying.
My babysitter and I used to strew ketchup packets on the floor of my parents' kitchen and stomp 'em. Best. Babysitter. Ever.
Two of my friends did the thing where you put washing powder or something in a fountain. They ended up having to close several roads because of giant suds balls. They thought it would just foam a bit, not that
The University of Idaho had to remove both brand new big fountains at the two main entry points to campus. Cleaning up the suds was too expensive.
Load More Replies...I was once the victim of such a thought/act. A young lad in front of me came upon a discarded single serving Ribena carton with the straw still in on the pavement and stomped it on impulse. Unfortunately it still had Ribena in it, which squirted out the straw and all down my leg. I'm not generally a cross person, but I yelled at him. Bless him, he turned around and was horrified when he realised what he'd done. He couldn't apologise enough, and I felt bad for shouting so angrily at him. I told him it was fine and that I'd yelled because I was surprised.
I put my foot in front of the girl I liked during english class, she stumbled on it and hated me forever.
Thanks brain.
Lol Oh no! Did something similar. I had poor impulse control when young. Stuck my foot out in front of a boy I liked as he was running. He went flying and I'm pretty sure he would have liked to punch me in the face. Barbara Stanwyck did it to Henry Fonda in "The Lady Eve" and it worked for her. But not so much in real life.
Should have used your tongue instead of your sole. Now you're down at the heels and tripping over a love that never lasts.
I wanted to lace 'aglet' in there somewhere but I decided knot to do it.
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I stapled my finger with a staple gun.
I really wanted to know how it feels.
Well. Some learn best by doing. But yes, hopefully not.
Load More Replies...I stuck my finger in a pencil sharpener & twisted it when I was about 6, so, I get it..
I sharpened my little finger once for the same reason. I think it was a day we were stuck inside of our caravan because of rain so I was really bored.
That must’ve been an interesting trip to the E.R.
I—um...there is a staple in my finger. No...no i wasn't attacked. I...shot myself with a staple gun.
Load More Replies...I could have told you. It hurts. I tried this by accident, using my stapler as a hammer (tthe picture shows a different model)
I once shout a 1/4 x 1" staple into my leg and it didn't hurt at all. Pulling it out, OTOH, was painful, and it's a good thing it wasn't summer, so I was wearing a pair of jeans so I just pulled on them to remove it. If I'd been wearing shorts it might have been countersunk.
This is going to the self harm territory. Not the bp use euphemism for self unalive but the intentional harm to oneself for a kind of release. I had that problem.
Sometimes, though, people give into these thoughts—that’s when it gets dangerous. Most of us don’t act on them, but in rare cases where someone has poor impulse control, intense distress, or mental health issues, they might. Intrusive doesn’t always mean harmless. Recognizing that line is key to keeping yourself (and others) safe.
The good news? There are tools for managing intrusive thoughts. Cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT), mindfulness, and exposure response prevention (ERP) are proven to help. Instead of spiraling into panic, these methods teach your brain to say, “Yep, weird thought. Moving on.” It's almost like background noise instead of a blaring alarm.
I licked the back wall of an empty fridge, got my tongue stuck, panicked, and then pulled my head back and ripped off the tip of my tongue. Bleeding prufusely, my grandfather gave me a cup of warm saltwater to soak it in. Ouch.
I'm guessing a freezer rather than a fridge. Unless the fridge walls hadn't been cleaned for years and were stickier than glue.
Old fridges often had a cold plate all the way down the back. It would be substantially colder than the air temp in the fridge, often freezing things left too close to it. So it's plausible as described.
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After my husband cheated, I grilled some of his football memorabilia. Don’t worry, the grill was unharmed.
Took his phone out of his pocket and texted his girlfriend as him. Told her to quit her job. She did.
If the girlfriend knew he was married then she deserved whatever she got. The guy deserved worse. Just tell your spouse it's over first ffs, then be free to do as you please.
I knew a fella whos girlfriend moved out while he was at work. He got home after dark only to discover she took every single light bulb with her....
I had taken a way too big drink of water during class and my friend a few rows ahead turned around and looked at me right while my mouth was still full so I just smacked both of my cheeks and spat water like everywhere.
That’s a very random thing to decide to do, I wanna know what the teacher said lol
So, what should you do when an intrusive thought shows up? First, breathe. Second, label it. Third, remind yourself that a thought is not a plan or desire. It’s mental static, and you are not your thoughts, even if they’re violent. If they persist to the point of rumination, a licensed therapist can help you unpack what’s going on.
Bottom line: intrusive thoughts are part of the human experience. They don’t mean you’re broken or bad. They’re just a reflection of how complex and creative our brains can be—even if they’re sometimes a little too creative!
When young I filled the cleaner's orange window cleaner with Fanta.
The cleaners then went around my uncle's house spraying Fanta on the windows instead of cleaning them.
Everyone saw the humor even if they were less than impressed.
Drank a mixture of fruit juice, instant noodles powder sauce, hot water and i think soy sauce. This caused me to vomit like crazy the following night. I couldn't smellchicken flavoured noodles for years after that without gagging.
Memo to self - you already knew not to do this. Kudos for being ahead of the game for a change!
I ate three packets of the noodles dry in one go and that put me off them for years.
When I was in grade school (in the 80's) it was a fad for everyone to bring a pack of ramen and eat it raw for lunch. They'd break it up in the bag and then add the flavor pack - eating it like potato chips. I was the only one at my table who refused to do it.
Load More Replies...I hope it didn't go through your nose. There was this mix, kinda like a cracker/chex/pretzel/peanut spice thing. I gorged on a bag of it over about 12 hours. Yeah, it is what you think. I can't even smell it without the memory coming back and that was 35 years ago. Recently, I had a gig where I shared an office with someone who ate corn nuts. Flashback. Same smell.
I put a few Jaffa cakes in an electric kettle and boiled them.
Edit: Of all the comments I've made on Reddit over the years, I would never have expected this one to garner so many upvotes and comments. Cheers? I suppose? You beautiful bunch.
Officially cakes. The VAT (consumer tax in UK) rules were clarified in court. Weirdly, cakes don’t have the tax (as they aren’t a “luxury”!), and neither do regular biscuits. But chocolate biscuits do attract VAT. So the manufacturers were keen o having them declared as cakes to keep the price down.
Load More Replies...So, there you have it, folks. Intrusive thoughts are as normal as the sky is blue. What do you think of the stories in this list? Do any of them have you thinking, “Yeah, I’ve thought that”? Upvote your favorites and leave a comment on the ones you found most absurd.
Have you ever followed through on an irrational thought in the heat of the moment? Or denied one you really felt like giving in to? Share your story in the comments!
Cut my waist length hair into a pixie cut. Took 3 years to grow back lol.
I've been feeling this lately. I've had shorter hair most of my life, now it's the longest I've ever had it (mid-back, haven't cut it in about 3.5 years). It's in good shape and shiny and I enjoy being able to do more styles, but, sometimes it's really annoying and just p¡sses me off... 😅😂
If you do, please give it to Locks Of Love for some poor cancer survivor.
Load More Replies...I have had to start over twice because of chemo. My mother forced me to have very short hair until I was 18. It is now finally grown to mid-way down my back. I feel it has stalled there, but I am thankful each and every day that it has come back; albeit thinner and grayer this time, but it did come back!!!
Did you donate your hair to the organization that makes wigs for people who have cancer and loses their hair?
Did this in college. Had 70s Farrah hair and for some reason just wanted it gone. I find cutting my own hair is stress-relieving, and honestly, I do it better than most stylists. Way cheaper, too!
Broke up with someone because I felt that I didn't deserve her presence in my life and thought I would eventually do something to hurt her.
Well it turns out this was the thing I did that hurt her. I regret it every day and wish I could go back in time and prevent myself from self-sabotaging in this manner if only because I involved someone else in it.
Oh honey I'm so so sorry for what you have both been through
I put in the ends of copper wire in an electrical outlet.
It sparked and popped. Otherwise I'm unharmed.
Bonus: As a kid, I saw a mug my aunt put in the microwave and thought, wow that spinning mug must be having fun. So I spun too, ended up becoming dizzy, falling, and hitting my head on a door. I needed stitches.
When we were children we would often spin around on the lawn until we felt dizzy and fell over. Now a face down fall on the lawn a few weeks ago gave me bruising on both feet plus a large bump on the top of my foot because I was wearing sandals.
So. Growing up, my parents never microwaved metal. But had never explained why. It never occurred to me to ask. I just thought it was part of who they are. So in college I did it, cause I learn best by doing. It sparked. I stopped the microwave. I told someone. Yeah apparently people aren't supposed to do that. I haven't done it since btw. So I did experiment in college. Just not in the traditional, human sexuality, social sense. I've also powered on one of my phone's k**l switches. Something else I haven't done since.
Stuck a bobby pin in an outlet when I was two years old. Shorted out the entire house. Burnt my fingers with the v shape of the bobby pin. Oh yeah, I bashed (your censorship sucks, all I did was type c-r-a-c-*k*ed) the back of my head open where the base of the skull meets the spinal cord a couple years later. Rough housing. Surprised I didn't end up paralyzed. Broke my right leg twice. Shut down traffic on I35 in Austin TX after being hook, spun and pushed by an 18 wheeler. Almost got creamed a few times being a pedestrian. About to skip across the street and I stopped and pulled back at the last minute. Just missed a giant pickup truck. Another time, different city, I was crossing the street and got stuck in the middle between city traffic. Didn't get hit in the head with a car mirror, but I did scare the driver of one car. Actually heard her scream. Surprised I'm still alive. I do have a car now. No accidents.
been there, i tried to connect my non-electric toy-car with an outlet to make it run like one on batteries. Never told my parents :)
Getting the jolt from the connection between a hair dryer (European 230v version) and the socket was truly a shocking experience. I used to have these bzzzbzzz no thoughts moments for some time after
Kicked a large mushroom.
It went SPLAT in a satisfactory way, and then my shoe was all gross.
That's dryad's saddle in the picture. When it's still young and small it's quite tasty- it smells like watermelon before you cook it.
Oh when I first read this I thought it said "Licked a large mushroom"- I was like, whaaaaat 😂
Jumped off a moving bus, got my knees wounded.
When I was a kid a lot of the buses were still the old type with open platforms at the rear, so hopping off, or on, when it was still moving was quite commonplace. I'm sure there were lots of accidents, but I don't specifically recall any.
Yep we had them too , when I was a kid in London, had to try the jump off when bus was slowing down nearing the bus stop, thought I’d look cool. Not cool face planting a concrete bus stop sign
Load More Replies...I’ve never given into it, but I’ve always kinda wanted to jump out of a moving car or off of like a really tall structure because it just seems fun to fly through the air because why not
Ate a bar of soap.
Lifebuoy tasted best, but Ivory was lighter and lasted the shortest time. Do not ask how I know this.
Load More Replies...I only had the bar rubbed in my mouth, I had a friend who had to take a bite and eat it.
Load More Replies...I also did this when I was like 7, it tasted weird and kinda tingly 🙃
Snorted packet chicken noodle seasoning in highschool one time.
Lost the use of a nostril for a week - everything smelt like chicken soup too.
the worst things people could do or believe, that's in the mild stupidity of the youth, category. When I was a teen and drunk, I used to stand on tables and make silly poems.
Load More Replies...I did this w/ nutmeg. It was a long time ago. Yeah it's not worth it. I don't anymore.
Threw a full slushie through the drivers window of an oncoming car. They chased me for about 10 minutes then filed a police report. The police made me pay to have the car cleaned. The innocent victim actually worked in a car detailing place and I got to pay the employee rate to have the car cleaned.
We used to throw slush balls at cars during recess. One of them, unfortunately, turned out to be a little playmate's daddy. Allllll our parents knew about it by the time we got home. Punishments were widespread that night.
Hope you got wise on that, because you could have ended up killin someone
Load More Replies...My sister was once briefly left alone in a 8th floor hotel room with a friend (at like 10 years old maybe?) and they threw fruit off the balcony. Something landed through a lady’s sunroof and exploded (a melon maybe?) and she was grounded for the next several decades lmao
Filing a police report does little unless you admit to it or they has some sort of proof it was you that threw it through the window. My guess is they questioned you and you instantly folded. Never talk to the poliice unless you called them yourself.
On the last day of middle school we decided to throw water balloons at the bus. The driver was awful - always late and got in to minor accidents all the time. Plus she constantly screamed at us for the smallest things. Not sure why she was allowed to drive kids around, but it was the 80's so.... Anyway one of my friends somehow managed to get a balloon right through the only open window on the entire bus. That was NOT part of the plan. :)
Not me, but my Marine Biology teacher in high school once licked my hand… to this day I still don’t know why. He was a kooky kind of guy so it wasn’t too off base for him…but definitely was one of those moments where after he seemed embarrassed even at himself, like wait… what did I just do?
I had a 4th grade teacher who would sit on our desks and fart on them when we misbehaved. I didn’t realize how weird that was until I brought it up recently and my friends were like “wait wtf?” 😅
D**n. That is SO behavior. I had a gym teacher in the 1980s put me over his knee and pinch my posterior with two fingers. Like really pinch. He did it to a friend too. And we got bold and went to the principal. Guess what? Nothing happened, but they did transfer me to another gym class.
I was about five years old, being raised by my grandparents. Grandma was lenient on discipline, Grandpa was not. I did something that I knew deserved a spanking, so my brilliant strategy to prevent him from entering my room was to slather the outside doorknob of my bedroom with Vaseline petroleum jelly.
No 5yo „deserves“ spanking. The doorknob is a creative way to avoid that but it is sad.
Don't put today's values on yesterday's actions. It was something you did to discipline a child, it was not an everyday occurrence. You may never have been spanked, but anticipation of the punishment and the punishment were usually enough to deter future antics.
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I swung at my sergeant. Unfortunately I missed him.
I didn’t pull out. Now I have a kid.
Pulling out is the worst advice ever. Nobody's satisfied, so the temptation to keep going is high. Also even pulling out you get almost the same risk of std and even with a well done pullout, there's some precum that leaks out before and often has some swimmers in it. Condoms are the best for safer s3x all around
you mean "didn't use a cøndòm". You never paid attention in biology, right?
I used to take the cat into my parent's office and spin her in the office chair and spin her until she puked.
One of our cats loves to be spun in my office chair. He will run and jump on it to get it going and look at us like “cmon hurry up” . It’s only cruel if they don’t like it
Agree, ending up vomiting is not right. One of mine, the orangie, liked serious play. Including nerf darts. I would intentionally miss while we ran around the house chasing each other. Orangies need a lot of play. Trust me, I was good with a .22 semi and a .22 bolt action (at a firing range so it was definitely an intentional miss.) He would quit before I did. Then it was treats and snuggles. We also played mousey baseball. I'd toss little rattley mice at him and he would bat them back, and I'd toss them right back at him. Cats are very playful, but spinning them until they vomit is not right.
Load More Replies...A lot of women get intrusive thoughts after giving birth, thoughts of hurting themselves, or their babies. And then they freak out thinking they're bad mothers, and they're afraid to tell their doctors. They don't know this is a very common thing. If they told the doc, they could get reassured that this is perfectly normal. Instead they go on thinking they are a monster.
It's like looking down from a height and briefly imaging jumping off. Our brains test out possible actions and works out they are not appropriate, then puts them aside.
Load More Replies...I slapped my cousin through the face one day when she was annoying me, then hid in my cupboard (closet) in my bedroom. My mother hauled me out and gave me a bloody good hiding.
A lot of women get intrusive thoughts after giving birth, thoughts of hurting themselves, or their babies. And then they freak out thinking they're bad mothers, and they're afraid to tell their doctors. They don't know this is a very common thing. If they told the doc, they could get reassured that this is perfectly normal. Instead they go on thinking they are a monster.
It's like looking down from a height and briefly imaging jumping off. Our brains test out possible actions and works out they are not appropriate, then puts them aside.
Load More Replies...I slapped my cousin through the face one day when she was annoying me, then hid in my cupboard (closet) in my bedroom. My mother hauled me out and gave me a bloody good hiding.
