A few years ago I had long hair. Really long.

One rather hot summer day, I thought short hair would suit the weather better. I went to the first place I could find that had an opening and got it cut short. The 15+ inches that got chopped off was donated to the Locks of Love program, and I enjoyed summer a bit better after that (and mornings, since I had less hair to take care of!).

I experienced somewhat similar stuff being the poor intelligent kid in the dumb snobs school.
How can they still be influencing your life? Why not move away?

This is nuts. I wont give up my mane.
What is the "Locks of Love"-Program?
Here it's possible to sell such long hair (for making a wig out of it).

It's an organization that makes wigs/hair pieces for children who want them due to medical reasons (chemotherapy ect).

http://locksoflove.org/

While plenty strange, at least your random stranger on bus story doesn't involve an elderly gentleman who claimed that he visited Adolf Hitler at the Obersalzberg on numerous occasions when he was a child. That happened to me once. :P

Because some people do not know where and when to stop. Because some people have too much free time, highly placed acquaintances and extra money up their arse. Because some people simply do not stop until they destroy someone they do not like completely, or before that someone is forced to do something to them that he is most probably going to regret later. Life is a gamble, and a game of chance. At least, i have patience enough to wait until i collect all pieces i need, before i decide to do something about all this. And if and until it comes down to that, meanwhile, i collect all shards of (social/personal) life i had stolen from me and destroyed by others, even if it means i myself am stealing/scavenging them from others (at least to savor them myself and not deprive said others of). Sometimes, choice is an illusion. And total strangers in a random forum, better pals than those once called such, in real life...

Moving away, even an entire faqing residence, did not help. Made things worse, on the long run.

Aw dammit I should've found someone who would take my hair instead of flushing it >_<
Least you got the confidence boost from whuppin them in academia and athleticism, drunk too! My kind of winner.

Probably not the most unusual spur of the moment thing I have done, but I like the story:

Many years ago I was at a house party in Austin and it wrapped up around 3am. Two guys (brothers) and I weren't quite done. "Fuck it, we're going to Mexico!"

We decided to take the (very fast) car of one of the brothers - and I volunteered to drive. I started driving on 52nd St. and realized - by 38th St. - that I was way too drunk.

I passed out in the back and woke up as we were pulling up to a hotel in Laredo. I never even realized we had been pulled over by the police doing over 110 miles per hour south of San Antonio - and didn't even get a ticket. Though, to be fair, the brothers are pretty charming people.

Fresh fruit & champagne for breakfast, then across the bridge to the real adventure...

Ah go on, the story was just getting interesting! ;-)

Tip: Always leave 'em wanting more. :)

It , [url=http://cdn.meme.am/instances/250x250/55706849.jpg]now...

It involves fireworks and a brothel doesn't it?

Just the usual antics of a booze-fueled group of twenty-somethings. South of the border. And with nothing to lose...

(that should be read in someone awesome's voice)

This wasn't terribly long before Nuevo Laredo became better known as the scene of downtown street battles involving RPGs.

A direct consequence of your trip there?

Ha!

Sadly I guess there is some truth to that, totally indirectly of course. My demographic at that time is the reason the Interstate 35 corridor (running from Texas to Minnesota) is so lucrative to the various groups that have run that city in the last 15 years.

Oh, it got attention, never fear. :) My whole epidermis reflexively twitched in horror (I consider myself to have a low pain threshold in the first place).