Suimaxxer
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This is gonna be a LONG thread, mostly thought dumping. Im first gonna give context and then my thoughts on it, feel free to skip
About 2 months ago i hit the club with 7 more people, out of which 1 of them was a rly good friend i met in August and in September we were hanging out literally every day of the week, and 2 others i had met before in a club again where we were in the same friend group (one of them was a guy, lets call him M, and the other one was a girl). Anyways, the cost of everything came up to be 300 and a guy who had previously said he was going to give 120 by himself eventually paid it all, so the rest of us had to give him a portion of that 300.
Now about that portion: check was 300, he paid it all, and had said he was gonna give 120 by himself, which means that the rest of us had to give him 300 - 120 = 180. It was 7 of us besides him, so each one of us had to give 180 / 7, which is around 25, right? (At this point i should say that i didnt pay him the night we went to the club cuz i was busy making out a with a girl from the friend group and it didnt cross my mind, but had he asked me ror the money i would have given it to him right away at that moment). Apparently, he didnt think this is right and was asking me for more money, he asked for 30 first then sent me a screenshot of his calculator where he had typed 180 /4 = 45 and i was like wtf? Where did he get the 4 from? He told me 2 people had already paid him 30 each beforehand and me and one more dude were the only ones who hadnt paid.
So as i was trying to explain to him in a group chat with all the people that were in the club how i got the 25, he got mad angry and started saying stuff like if i ever see u outside ill take all ur clothes, dont u ever join me or my friend group anywhere cuz i promise in front of everyone in the group chat ill fuck u up and i was like wtf is wrong with this dude? Keep in mind this was the 1st and only time i had gone out with him, and it just happened to be in the same friend group, he didnt know me, i didnt know him, we were literally strangers who happened to hit the club together in the same group of people.
I eventually paid him 30 (its not the +5 that he was asking the problem, i dont care about 5 euros like that, even if it was +20 i would give it to him, i just didnt like the fact that he was trying to get more money from me than what i owe him while he didnt even know me) and after that we never talked again
A week goes by, everythings normal. One day i come home from uni (it was around 10:30 in the night) and as im walking home i open instagram and see him and M had spam called me. I call him, he starts screaming at me "WHERE ARE YOU? TELL ME RIGHT NOW" and of course i didnt tell him cuz he had like 4-5 other people with him that wanted to hurt me. He kept saying stuff like "i swear on ur mothers life i will come and fuck u up, ill break into ur house and steal everything, im getting in the train right now to come find u, tell me where the fuck u are or if u want i will pay for a taxi for u to come here so i can beat u up" and stuff like that. I hung up, called M who was more reasonable and i was closer with him, and asked him wtf had happened. He told me he had paid for a hookah in the club and he didnt remember or something and he told the other dude and he thought that i owe money for the hookah too.
For the next 2 hours after that i was outside walking around my neighbourhood while talking on the phone with both of them, one at a time, having one call me and my family all kinds of slurs and threating to break into my house and the other one being panicked and trying to calm down the other dude (they were literally together outside when all this happened). At some point the dude calmed down, M explained to him he was the one who paid for the hookah and the other dude told me its not about the money anymore, its about the fact he wanted to fuck me up because he was asking for 30 euros a week ago and i was telling him its 25, not 30. Lastly, he told me my address (he got the number slightly wrong tho) and told me he had sent 2 cars there, and if i didnt give him 100 euros till the end of the week, the people in the 2 cars would break into my house.
If you reached this point and still reading, thanks for ur time, ill try to be faster now. After we hung up at around midnight, i didnt go back home cuz i was scared he had actually sent 2 cars by my house and didnt wanna get jumped, so i went to the nearest police station, told them about the call and the threats, and they told me from this moment and for the next 3 months i can sue him, and they drived me back home in a police vehicle. Every threat of him was very detailed, he even told me the brands of the cars and everything, thats why i was actually questioning whether hes bullshiting or hes fr. Nothing happened eventually, the guy lied his ass off about the cars and shit, but as i said, i didnt know him so i didnt know what he was capable of. He had a couple highlights on his instagram with some older dudes posing in police stations as if they just got arrested, so i supposed he was capable of some shit like that.
This whole thing happened to me for the first time ever since im not a guy who causes trouble to anyone for no reason like that, i definitely dont have it good with everyone but i wouldnt say i have a lot of enemies either. Obviously i cut off all connections to that guy, everyone from the club (including the dude i used to hang out with everyday), the girl i made out with, everyone. When i went to the police, they found him home phone number and called there (cuz i forgot i had his cellphone number, i used to to transfer him the 30) and he didnt pick up of course, but after that call he blocked me on Instagram.
Besides scared tho, i was also extremely mad at myself for folding like that. I unfortunately dont have people like that who will come with me and beat him up like he does, and i couldnt risk putting my family in danger, so i had to do something to protect them. It stopped being a personal thing when he threatened to harm my family, and at that point, police was the only option i could think of. My parents never learned anything about it, ive talked about this only to 2 other people i trust, and they both told me i shouldnt pay much attention to him, hes a junkie loser whos looking for coke money and his threats shouldnt scare me.
Im not the type of guy to say "ill fuck u up" and stuff like that for anyone, everybody who knows me knows that, they know im chill and if anyone has a problem with me ill try to talk it out first, and if we cant find a middle ground, well have a good life then. But this dude went too far, and the fact i didnt even say anything back to him while he was talking to me like that on the phone made me furious as fuck, i was calm the whole time (not scared calm, but "trying to find a solution" calm) and he was the exact opposite. If i ever see him outside, hes getting jumped, idc. I dont care if he has family or friends with him who can beat me, im doing the most i can to this mf and after that idc if his entire neighbourhood comes after me. Even if i dont do anything if i catch him outside, he definitely will, so it will inevitably go down
For some reason, whenever i think of all that and what i couldve said back, or what i will say and do and how it will all turn out when i see him, i legit start shaking, and i cant even control it. Its not fear, or at least not only fear, its a mix of emotions, and i think it makes sense. 2 months later im still not over it, even if he wanted to just scare me, or just be the "cooler" guy whos all gangsta and shit, i still think about it and its affecting me. I thought talking about it here could help or whatever, even tho nobodys gonna read this fucking essay, i just wanted to get it out of my system. I havent been going out that much recently, and it has affected a lot my conversational skills, to the point where i find it difficult sometimes communicating with someone the way i used to, since i thought i had solved that issue (used to have it 2 years ago but worked on it and it got so much better but now here we are, back at it again). I know that in order to find peace of mind i need to actually be the bigger person and forgive him, just forgive and forget, i know, but its easier said than done. I just hope everything will be as it used to be for me and my social life, ive also been praying to God that 2026 be a better year than this one and that my life improves and becomes as it was before October. And if u read all that, ur a real one (probably someone who have been knowing me in here for a while now), and again thanks for ur time
TLDR; I told u to skip dumbass
About 2 months ago i hit the club with 7 more people, out of which 1 of them was a rly good friend i met in August and in September we were hanging out literally every day of the week, and 2 others i had met before in a club again where we were in the same friend group (one of them was a guy, lets call him M, and the other one was a girl). Anyways, the cost of everything came up to be 300 and a guy who had previously said he was going to give 120 by himself eventually paid it all, so the rest of us had to give him a portion of that 300.
Now about that portion: check was 300, he paid it all, and had said he was gonna give 120 by himself, which means that the rest of us had to give him 300 - 120 = 180. It was 7 of us besides him, so each one of us had to give 180 / 7, which is around 25, right? (At this point i should say that i didnt pay him the night we went to the club cuz i was busy making out a with a girl from the friend group and it didnt cross my mind, but had he asked me ror the money i would have given it to him right away at that moment). Apparently, he didnt think this is right and was asking me for more money, he asked for 30 first then sent me a screenshot of his calculator where he had typed 180 /4 = 45 and i was like wtf? Where did he get the 4 from? He told me 2 people had already paid him 30 each beforehand and me and one more dude were the only ones who hadnt paid.
So as i was trying to explain to him in a group chat with all the people that were in the club how i got the 25, he got mad angry and started saying stuff like if i ever see u outside ill take all ur clothes, dont u ever join me or my friend group anywhere cuz i promise in front of everyone in the group chat ill fuck u up and i was like wtf is wrong with this dude? Keep in mind this was the 1st and only time i had gone out with him, and it just happened to be in the same friend group, he didnt know me, i didnt know him, we were literally strangers who happened to hit the club together in the same group of people.
I eventually paid him 30 (its not the +5 that he was asking the problem, i dont care about 5 euros like that, even if it was +20 i would give it to him, i just didnt like the fact that he was trying to get more money from me than what i owe him while he didnt even know me) and after that we never talked again
A week goes by, everythings normal. One day i come home from uni (it was around 10:30 in the night) and as im walking home i open instagram and see him and M had spam called me. I call him, he starts screaming at me "WHERE ARE YOU? TELL ME RIGHT NOW" and of course i didnt tell him cuz he had like 4-5 other people with him that wanted to hurt me. He kept saying stuff like "i swear on ur mothers life i will come and fuck u up, ill break into ur house and steal everything, im getting in the train right now to come find u, tell me where the fuck u are or if u want i will pay for a taxi for u to come here so i can beat u up" and stuff like that. I hung up, called M who was more reasonable and i was closer with him, and asked him wtf had happened. He told me he had paid for a hookah in the club and he didnt remember or something and he told the other dude and he thought that i owe money for the hookah too.
For the next 2 hours after that i was outside walking around my neighbourhood while talking on the phone with both of them, one at a time, having one call me and my family all kinds of slurs and threating to break into my house and the other one being panicked and trying to calm down the other dude (they were literally together outside when all this happened). At some point the dude calmed down, M explained to him he was the one who paid for the hookah and the other dude told me its not about the money anymore, its about the fact he wanted to fuck me up because he was asking for 30 euros a week ago and i was telling him its 25, not 30. Lastly, he told me my address (he got the number slightly wrong tho) and told me he had sent 2 cars there, and if i didnt give him 100 euros till the end of the week, the people in the 2 cars would break into my house.
If you reached this point and still reading, thanks for ur time, ill try to be faster now. After we hung up at around midnight, i didnt go back home cuz i was scared he had actually sent 2 cars by my house and didnt wanna get jumped, so i went to the nearest police station, told them about the call and the threats, and they told me from this moment and for the next 3 months i can sue him, and they drived me back home in a police vehicle. Every threat of him was very detailed, he even told me the brands of the cars and everything, thats why i was actually questioning whether hes bullshiting or hes fr. Nothing happened eventually, the guy lied his ass off about the cars and shit, but as i said, i didnt know him so i didnt know what he was capable of. He had a couple highlights on his instagram with some older dudes posing in police stations as if they just got arrested, so i supposed he was capable of some shit like that.
This whole thing happened to me for the first time ever since im not a guy who causes trouble to anyone for no reason like that, i definitely dont have it good with everyone but i wouldnt say i have a lot of enemies either. Obviously i cut off all connections to that guy, everyone from the club (including the dude i used to hang out with everyday), the girl i made out with, everyone. When i went to the police, they found him home phone number and called there (cuz i forgot i had his cellphone number, i used to to transfer him the 30) and he didnt pick up of course, but after that call he blocked me on Instagram.
Besides scared tho, i was also extremely mad at myself for folding like that. I unfortunately dont have people like that who will come with me and beat him up like he does, and i couldnt risk putting my family in danger, so i had to do something to protect them. It stopped being a personal thing when he threatened to harm my family, and at that point, police was the only option i could think of. My parents never learned anything about it, ive talked about this only to 2 other people i trust, and they both told me i shouldnt pay much attention to him, hes a junkie loser whos looking for coke money and his threats shouldnt scare me.
Im not the type of guy to say "ill fuck u up" and stuff like that for anyone, everybody who knows me knows that, they know im chill and if anyone has a problem with me ill try to talk it out first, and if we cant find a middle ground, well have a good life then. But this dude went too far, and the fact i didnt even say anything back to him while he was talking to me like that on the phone made me furious as fuck, i was calm the whole time (not scared calm, but "trying to find a solution" calm) and he was the exact opposite. If i ever see him outside, hes getting jumped, idc. I dont care if he has family or friends with him who can beat me, im doing the most i can to this mf and after that idc if his entire neighbourhood comes after me. Even if i dont do anything if i catch him outside, he definitely will, so it will inevitably go down
For some reason, whenever i think of all that and what i couldve said back, or what i will say and do and how it will all turn out when i see him, i legit start shaking, and i cant even control it. Its not fear, or at least not only fear, its a mix of emotions, and i think it makes sense. 2 months later im still not over it, even if he wanted to just scare me, or just be the "cooler" guy whos all gangsta and shit, i still think about it and its affecting me. I thought talking about it here could help or whatever, even tho nobodys gonna read this fucking essay, i just wanted to get it out of my system. I havent been going out that much recently, and it has affected a lot my conversational skills, to the point where i find it difficult sometimes communicating with someone the way i used to, since i thought i had solved that issue (used to have it 2 years ago but worked on it and it got so much better but now here we are, back at it again). I know that in order to find peace of mind i need to actually be the bigger person and forgive him, just forgive and forget, i know, but its easier said than done. I just hope everything will be as it used to be for me and my social life, ive also been praying to God that 2026 be a better year than this one and that my life improves and becomes as it was before October. And if u read all that, ur a real one (probably someone who have been knowing me in here for a while now), and again thanks for ur time
TLDR; I told u to skip dumbass
