Adventurous People Reveal Their "Glad I Tried It, But Never Again" Stories

It's hard to step out of our comfort zones, and it feels good when we do. But once is often enough. And remember, a story is always worth the adventure.

AdamB1706 asked, Whats your "I'm glad I tried it, but never again" story?

Submissions have been edited for clarity, context, and profanity.

Hot air balloon. I was 4500 feet in the air for an hour and a half with nothing separating me from a horrifying death but a wicker basket.

Ate a Carolina reaper. Lava fills your mouth and fire fills your stomach. An experience to be sure, but not ever again.

Handmade Philo dough. Everything from scratch. So. Much. Rolling. I did it. It was delicious. I will NEVER do it again.

I got to land (me being the only passenger) in an auto-rotating helicopter.

Auto-rotation is what helicopters do when they lose power at altitude. The force of the fall spins the blades of the helicopter, giving the pilot enough control to land.

Thing is, once power is (intentionally, in my case) lost, the blades slow down and the helicopter falls until the blades spin back up to speed. We dropped like 50 ft. It was a rush but noooope.

Ed: for clarity (I'm not a pilot, I was the lone passenger)

Zookeeping. Loved it, but after a Masters and the associated debt, it was financially impossible to do longterm.

Waxing my back.

The process itself wasn't bad, but then again I have a high tolerance for pain. The woman waxing me kept commenting on how impressed she was that I didn't cry out in pain.

The smoothness was great.

The worst part was when, a few weeks later, it started growing back. THE ITCHING!!! Definitely not worth the cost, but glad I know this now.

Mardi Gras on Bourbon Street.

It was a ton of fun, but it was also smelly, sticky, crowded, sweaty, and gross. They literally have front loaders to scoop up the trash from the street each night.

Went back to NOLA this year out of season and I loved the city so much more when it wasn't flooded with drunkards and garbage.

Living in an apartment where I'm in charge of roommates. Had to evict people who didn't pay; dealt with extreme lack of cleanliness. It's honestly just easier to live somewhere small and cheap (alone) than a nice big place with roommates.

Piloting a plane. My girlfriend got me a Groupon for a lesson and I was super excited about it. The guy even let me take off! I was thinking, "I don't know if you should hand your life over to a stranger, man. I barely trust myself..." It was a very small plane so you feel every bit of wind and it was stressful for me. Maybe that goes away if you do it five times or so but I just wanted to try it once. Now I'm good!

Working at McDonald's (Sweden), I now have high respect for people who work in service (in general) I have learned to be more patient when waiting for my food whenever I'm at fast food restaurants, I know the painful stress they're experiencing and I won't put them through more by being an impatient a**hole.

But I will never, ever work there again. The stress is horrendous and people can be real jerks to the employers for no reason what so ever.

I am currently riding a Vespa through Rome. Italian driving sucks and I am so anxious but I am glad I crossed this off my bucket list.

(I am not texting and driving, I stopped for lunch)

Tasing myself.

Campervanned around the Aussie outback in the midst of summer.

It was a beautiful journey treading the razor line between life and death. Lonely desolate scenery, the friendliest locals (when you found them) and every town seemed to have its own specialty in biting insect (mosquitos, ants, flies). So hot in the middle of the day that if you made the mistake of walking around your feet would literally begin to cook in your shoes.

We stayed in a converted camper van and pretty much roughed it except for one day in actual accommodation. It was fun to do once, but getting into our home shower after a week of public toilet sink baths was heaven.

Just once, but never again.

Mountaineering. Got caught in a blizzard so bad it broke our tent poles, was wet, cold and miserable all weekend. Part of it was not having the best gear compared to my friends, but mostly I realized it's not my passion and I'm really uncomfortable hiking on the edge of steep ledges.

Working at a haunted corn maze. It's hard to scare people and people are a**holes to actors.

Times Square New Years Eve. It was more like wake up at 6 am, breakfast, go stand until midnight.

I went to a maid cafe in Akihabara. My friend (a Japanese woman) wanted to take me. Seriously... the whole experience was pure cringe.

First, the maid said that I'm her 'master'. Also, we had to say 'nyan nyan' when we were ready to order.

One of the drink options included a maid making your drink in front of you while chanting your name and clapping. I did NOT go for that one.

While we were there, some other guests paid for the maids to sing a song so we had to watch a couple of them shake streamers (?) around and sing and dance along to a Dragonforce-style anime song or something.

We also had a picture taken at the end... we had to pose like cats.

Yeah... it was awful, but at least it's something to talk and complain about with internet strangers.

Prepared for and ran a half-marathon this May. I'll stick to 5k once a week, thank you very much.

All sorts of weird food. Most "weird" things I've eaten I actually like, organ meat, wild game, very rare or raw meat, that sort of thing. I see something "different" on a menu and I'm f*ing ordering that because I've discovered all sorts of weird stuff I ended up loving. But I'll never eat bats again.

Childbirth. Although I could argue I wasn't particularly glad to have experienced it in the first place.

Edit: my kid was planned (had a few messages asking why I had a kid in the first place) I was never fond of squeezing a human from my lady bits.

The birth was not the best, labor for 36 hours with his spine resting against mine, kids heart rate would not go up after each contraction. They cut me so they could use forceps, an emergency c-section was on the cards but we could have lost him in the time it took to prep for surgery. I hemorrhaged and then went septic.