Never Again: 30 Times People Learned Of Their Hatred For A Certain Thing After Trying It Once

Dating again after my divorce. I realized I actually really truly did want my own space, my own home, my own finances, my own freedom. I was fulfilled by the relationships I had in my life.
The first relationship after my marriage lasted 14 days. The whole time, I tried. But I couldn’t do it.
I’m very happy alone.

Exercising right after I wake up in the morning. F**K THAT.

Living with roommates. Cannot stand it. I'm fine living with a partner, family, or by myself. But a stranger, no thank you.

Outdoor Festivals

Gross porta potties, no water to wash hands, the smell of weed, the smell of p**s, people smelling of BO and alcohol, pushing each other out of the way to get to the front, people OD-ing, heat strokes, people with no awareness of their surroundings, minimal seating areas, no shade, drunk adults who bring their kids while they get wasted and over priced food lol.

Camping.

Spent one night in a tent and knew I belong indoors with AC and a fridge.

Church. I got dragged to some free BBQ and music thing by a friend. Turned out to be a church pushing the hip new youth rock band they had some decade or two back.

I tried to be respectful, really. I late some food, chatted with the other folks there. Then we were led into the basement for the "concert." Fine.

The issue came when they locked the doors. This felt wrong so I politely asked to be let out. They refused. I informed them they had no right to lock me in and demanded to be let out. They grabbed the pastor.

At this point I started to get pissed. I began to complain loudly and was suddenly surrounded by church-goers trying to tell me this was normal.

Soon afterwards I really started to lose my cool. I demanded they unlock the door and basically informed them this was utter b******t.

In the end a scene was made (I shoved preacherman) and I was escorted out by three people and i have never set foot in a church since, quite happily.


Edit: I added that I got salty shoved preacher after they resisted letting me go because it felt dishonest not to tell the whole story. Also I did make the case that the locked doors were a fire hazard to no avail.

Edit 2: seems thus was a cult. It was a large-ish Christian church in my hometown that was freshly built and seemed legit from the outside.

C**aine. The high is fun but short, and my first thought was "you know what would be fun? More c**aine." Noped right out of that party and never did it again.

Big, loud parties. I’m not all that social in the first place, but it gets worse when I’m surrounded by super social people who are all socializing very loudly, typically with very loud music in the background (I also have fairly sensitive hearing).

Dancing in a club. It looked like a good time, then I discovered I have absolutely no idea what to do with my arms and legs on the dance floor, and I look and feel ridiculous. Not fun.

For me, it was dating apps. I tried one out and instantly felt it wasn't for me. The endless swiping and shallow interactions left me feeling more lonely than connected. Plus majority of people there only want one thing.

Sweet potato fries. Everyone always tells me how great they are, but if you want fries, get fries. You can't beat the classic.

Running as exercise.

Meditation . I cannot sit still for the life of me.

Haunted houses. Having people jump out of the day and scream in my face while I walk through cheesy scenes of violence was not even a little fun for me.

Marriage. I knew before I did it that I shouldn't be doing it with this guy. I did it anyway. Big mistake. Huge. I figured out that it's a lot easier to say I do, than it is to say I don't want to do this anymore.

This world. It was so bad I cried the moment I entered it.

Telemarketing. I walked out after two hours. I felt like the lowest of low life.

Corporate job… it’s not for me. Except it’s now been 20yrs soulless years and I have zero will to live.

I put on roller blades, stood up, sat down and took them off. Was going to break my damn neck.

Shrooms. The first bit was pretty good, but then while I was laying in bed my Kurt Cobain poster fell on top of me. I was freaking out as to why Kurt Cobain came of out of heaven to specifically attack me. Nonetheless, I k*lled him a second time.