Low moments that have made for good stories.
I went to visit a friend (female) in a nearby village. Upon seeing her, I hugged her and started humping her leg involuntarily. I instantly started crying- from laughter and sadness. I realized I hadn't been hugged in almost a year and I fucking INVOLUNTARILY humped my friend's leg!
I got locked inside a train garage- inside the train. I was so scared. I called my friend, Eddie, and asked him what I should do. He didn't have much advice. I eventually tried climbing through the window, but reconciled that the drop would be too much. So, I pried the door open, jammed my backpack between the doors, and jumped. I was about a 1/2 kilometer outside some random city with the equivalent of $.50 in my pocket. Not a good situation.
I saw a man fall down a flight of cement stairs with his bike in hand. I didn't do anything. I waited to see what the other women would say (one being his wife) who witnessed the event. She yelled, "asshole". I laughed. Then I felt bad for who/what I had become.
A friend and I spent three hours deconstructing a text that may/or may not have had romantic implications (the ellipses were a definite sexual innuendo). That was the most exciting thing that happened for many weeks.
A friend called to tell me he found a human ear on the ground. I asked, "Did you take a picture?" Was that really an appropriate response?
Determined that it was easier to leave the food out on the stove because then I wouldn't have to reheat it the next day and dirty another pan.
Saw a dead body in the trunk of a car and didn't think much of it.
Definitely had more than one "I-just-want-to-go-to-the-forest-and-eat-meat moments".
Have used something other than toilet paper to do the job of toilet paper. And was proud of myself for being so resourceful.