Vos histoires anonymes sur vos plus grands regrets de fêtard-e-s. Confessions, regrets, excuses et amnésies en teuf.
I Was Awful to a Friend and Colleague
I was absolutely terrible to a friend and colleague. We were working together at a festival to write an article and interview some DJs. Normally, with press passes, you can go backstage, but in this case, we had a different area, and the artists were brought to us in a designated interview space. My friend did an interview with an artist I really like, and everything went great—we even hit it off at the end, and he invited us to go backstage with him. He was pretty drunk, so things happened fast. I started following him, but we had to pack up the gear first. And then, well, I saw my friend hurrying to pack, but I let the DJ pull me along by the arm, and I just said, “Catch up with us soon.” And I never looked back. He gave me a wristband, and we went to his dressing room to have drinks with his crew and other artists. It was completely surreal—I was in another world. This is not an excuse, but I got completely swept up in the backstage vibe and didn’t immediately think about my friend. When I checked my phone less than an hour later, she had sent me a ton of messages. I told her to meet me by the backstage area and that I’d try to get her a wristband. The DJ didn’t have any left, so I put my phone on airplane mode to pretend my battery had died. I met up with her at the end of the festival; she wasn’t angry, but I could tell I had disappointed her, and that we wouldn’t be going to any more festivals together. If you recognize yourself in this story: I’m so, so sorry!
I Regret Introducing a Close Friend to Substances
I regret suggesting things to a close friend. She wasn’t into anything at all, and I took her to a techno party. I occasionally partook, but I never felt any addiction. I kind of pressured her into it by downplaying what it was. I kept telling her it wasn’t a big deal, and my biggest mistake was assuming that she would experience it the same way I did. Unfortunately, she got hooked, and if her family hadn’t been there for her, things could have ended very badly. I want to take this moment to raise awareness: don’t offer anything to anyone, not even alcohol, especially if the person has never tried it before. Don’t be the one who introduces someone to substance use. And above all, educate yourself through harm reduction platforms.
I Vomited in Someone’s Bag
I threw up in the bag of a girl standing in front of me in the middle of a crowd in Germany. I still think about it sometimes, and it disgusts me.
Regretting Every Drunken Hookup
Okay, so I regret every hookup I had with men after coming back from nights out while drunk or high. There was never any aggression or coercion, but I regret them all. I don’t think I would have done anything with those men if I hadn’t been (and they too) intoxicated.
Stealing Money from My Parents for Techno Parties
I’ve stolen money from my parents to go to techno parties. And I’m still doing it. I go out twice every weekend, and everything is expensive. I’m lucky—my parents have money, and it doesn’t affect their lifestyle, but I still feel guilty. Especially since I sometimes use the money to buy substances. I work alongside my studies to pay for my rent, and I don’t have much left for partying or even just going out with friends. So when I visit my parents, I sneak a few bills. I’m sorry.
Not Wearing Earplugs at Parties
I’m going to tell you what I regret and give you some advice. I never wore earplugs at parties. I wasn’t putting my head in the speakers, but I was always close by and spent hours listening to the music. Now I have tinnitus, and it’s irreversible. My daily life and my experience at parties have changed completely. We had less awareness back then, but seeing young people without protection today is sad.
Not Drinking Enough Water
Not drinking water or not drinking enough. And not drinking water before going to bed. I don’t know if it was laziness or what, but I spent years having the worst hangovers partly because of this. Since I’ve started drinking water during parties and before going to bed, my mornings after are completely different.
Going to After-Parties for the Wrong Reasons
Going to after-parties without my friends or for the wrong reasons. I don’t have a single good memory of those sketchy after-parties with people I didn’t know.
The denial
Thinking that my weekend use had nothing to do with my Monday and Tuesday downers. The denial I had hurt not just me but also my colleagues and my girlfriend at the time. Now that I accept the side effects, I manage the comedown better and don’t take my mood swings out on those around me.
Taking Substances to Push My Limits
Taking things to suppress my hunger, fatigue, or even just to stay warm. I’ve normalized this so much in my life that I used it for completely ridiculous reasons.
Cheating on My Boyfriend with a DJ
Cheating on my boyfriend with a DJ backstage. I don’t want to give too many details, but I was a fan of this DJ, and I ended up backstage with him. I regret it so much because he didn’t care about me, and I knew perfectly well that he just wanted to spend the night with me and then leave for the airport. I think I’m going to confess—it’s better, right?
- Stressing my outfit so hard and then getting there and realizing it did not matter
- Walking out the toilet stall screaming “who wants k” then bouncer comes out the stall got banned from my favourite club was on a 17 week streak as well
- The next morning.
Probably the day after (wake up time is around the afternoon and my days almost over) - Not being able to firmly tell oblivious dudes to leave me the fuck alone so I can enjoy the music I went to hear. Was stoked to see knock2 at Roo and let it get totally ruined by some clowns from Kentucky. Accepting advice for these situations
- Following my friends and missing out on sets.
- Being too lost in the sauce and spouting gibberish to strangers. Probably scaring people lmaooo
- I once danced besides a pretty hot guy and then someone was behind me and I thought it is him. So I danced pretty close with him, put his hands on my body and stuff. Then I started questioning if it is the right guy and when he asked if he may kiss me I realized it is not. I then kinda flew from the situation and I am really sorry for him. Later he came to me and asked if I don’t want to dance anymore and I shook my head and just kinda acted like I was on drugs.
- Most recently leaving the minute I saw my ex staring at me head banging. I wish I stayed and enjoyed myself.