Here's something I wrote on tifu on and old account about the time I walked like 4 miles through the snow while high.

TIFU by trying not to be racist and getting electrocuted for it

Okay, so let me start this out by saying I'm not racist. This happened last night. So yesterday a friend of mine asked me to come over to his house and smoke some weed which, as a hippy i was obliged to come do. (weed is legal in my area) My area got a foot of snow a few a few days ago and the roads are still fucked from it. By fucked I mean a sheet of ice and i've never even driven in snow before so i'm not doing that. Me being the genius I am decided I'd walk it. "it's only four miles. I'm young. I'm strong. Easy peasy." My dumb ass forgot how difficult walking is since i've been driving everywhere for the past year. Half way to my friends house I'm having second thoughts, but i already told him i'm coming and free weed. The arctic winds blow my hood off any time I put it up. The cold is cutting into my bare face. Finally I get to my friends house after only busting my ass on ice one time. We hang out, build a snowman, play video games, peg ice at one another, all around good time. I stay over there for about three hours when 5:30 comes around. I tell him I need to be home around 7 or 7:30 to eat dinner with my family and I need to get walking. I set off on part two of my arctic adventure. The winds have died down and the whipping painful cold of earlier has given way to more of a slow, coaxing cold. The sun goes down and it gets even colder. An hour of walking later and the cold is getting inside of me. I consider calling my parents, but I figured they'd be mad that i'd consider walking this far in the snow and cold. Now, this whole situation is a bit of a fuck up, but here we get to the main fuck up. The fuck up within the fuck up if you will. I'm almost home. I decide I'll cut through this long street with houses on either side and a nice sidewalk. The turn to this street/neighborhood is on the right side of the road I'm on and I'm on the left. I'm about to cross the street when I see a figure coming in the opposite direction. It's the first other person i've seen since I left my friends house dumb enough to traverse this frozen wasteland. I do need to cross the street, but I first have to ask the important question. 'is he black?' I squint my eyes, and by the glimmer of a streetlight I see that he is, in fact, black. As you can see I'm in a predicament here. I genuinely need to cross the street, but if I do the black man will think I'm doing it cause i'm scared of black people. I've dubbed this exact situation 'the Underhill dilemma' as this is not the first time it's happened to me. I decide the best course of action is to walk past him slowly, then turn around when he's gone, cross the street, and go into the neighborhood/street. No one is racist, and I still get to take the shortcut. Perfect. But damn did he walk slow. I get that we don't get snow often and he doesn't want to slip, but I didn't realize it was possible to walk this slow. By the time I turn around and he's out of sight, I'm so far past the easy neighborhood it's easier to keep walking down the street I'm on that ultimately leads to my house as well. I've only ever driven on this new road and I immediately realize how unwelcomed I am here by nature, and the residents. There are ditches on either side, no trespassing signs everywhere, wire fences. After walking along this ditch for a minute, I see a flat field of land at last. I go walk on that and after a little while i come to recognize it as some sort of construction site. I walk, and walk, and walk, unbeknownst to me into certain peril. I'm walking and then suddenly out of the darkness appears a wild wire fence that I walk directly into and become tangled in. vibrations shoots throughout my entire body until I bounce off of it. I'm laying in the snow and while I am not in pain due to being stoned as a homosexual in Iran, I can tell I should be hurting. Specifically my left leg feels sort of... funny. I didn't think I was electrocuted at the moment, but this morning after looking at myself and seeing no physical damage, I can't think of what else it'd be. Anyways I get home safe and sound and eat a super awkward dinner with my family where I don't say anything and then go right to sleep. It's the morning after now and the only thing that still hurts is my balls for whatever reason. Weed is a hell of a drug. The end. TLDR: Didn't cross the street when I was supposed to because I didn't want a black man to think I'm racist and then I walked directly into an electric fence.