I wet myself in japan

I think this is my most embarrassing story

ever so far, and I wanted to make a video

about it because I feel like I've already

embarrassed myself enough. Why not

embarrass myself even more? So this is a

100% true story, no joke, it actually

happened. 7 years ago when I first went to

Japan, I wet the bed. Yeah, I know, it's,

it's kind of sad, isn't it? A 21-year-old

wetting his bed. So I was in Japan for the

first time ever. I was in a foreign

country for the first time ever. Without

my parents, without my family, and I was

feeling really nervous and anxious and

kind of lost. I was in this weird alien

country. I didn't know anyone. I didn't

have a job. I didn't have school to go to.

I didn't know what to do. During that

time, I felt so alone. Up until then, I

had always been with my family, with my

parents, and there had always been people

there for me in my life. And then I

decided to go to Japan for the first time,

and for the first time in my whole life,

I was alone. I was completely alone. I

didn't know anyone. And the first few

weeks I was in Japan were, were

terrifying. I had this girlfriend that I

had met online, and she was busy most of

the time, so we could only meet up maybe 2

days a week. And the rest of the week I

would go to the shopping mall, and I used

to just sit in the shopping mall doing

nothing. I'd just stare at people walking

around. At the time I didn't have a

smartphone, I just had one of those crappy

flip phones, so I couldn't really go on

the internet unless I was in the guest

house. And when I was in the guest house,

I used to just sit there on my own by

myself. I didn't even try to talk to

people. It wasn't until maybe a few weeks

later that people started to notice that I

existed, and a few people started to talk

to me. So how did I wet the bed? I think

it was all these feelings of feeling lost

and alone and the anxiety all kind of

built up, and it just kind of released

itself in the form of urine. So I was all

alone in my tiny guesthouse bedroom. I

turned off the lights and I got ready to

go to bed. I got into bed, pulled over the

covers, and I went to sleep. And I

remember having this really nice dream.

It was really comforting and warm. I felt

so relaxed. I could feel this warm feeling

spreading around my legs and my groin.

And I remember thinking to myself, this

feels really nice. I don't feel anxious or

alone or worried anymore. Ah, so

relieving. And then I kind of woke up and

I could still feel the warm feeling around

my legs, and I felt like, this isn't

normal, this is strange, this is weird.

So I put my hand down towards my groin,

towards my legs, and I could feel it was

all warm and damp, and I started to get

worried. So I sat up and I pulled away the

sheets and I looked down and it was all

wet. It was absolutely soaked. My legs

were wet, my trousers were wet, my

underwear was wet, the whole mattress was

soaked. And I was so shocked, I was so

surprised. I couldn't believe what I was

seeing. I hadn't wet the bed since I was

maybe 10 years old. I couldn't believe I

was 21 years old and I had actually wet

the bed. So I got up and I took my

trousers and my underwear off, and I got a

dry towel and I started drying myself off.

I tried drying off the mattress as much as

I could, but it was pretty wet and I

couldn't really do much about it. I took

the wet trousers, the wet underwear, and

the bedsheets, and I put it all into a big

plastic bag. And then I put on dry

trousers and underwear, and I got ready to

go downstairs to put it into the washing

machine. So I went downstairs to the

laundry room, and I put it all into the

washing machine, and I went back up to my

room, and I looked at my mattress, and the

mattress was still soaking wet. There

wasn't much I could do about it. I

couldn't put the whole mattress into the

washing machine. It wouldn't fit, and I

was too embarrassed to tell anyone. I

couldn't tell the manager that I needed to

wash the mattress because I had wet myself

in it. But luckily, the urine was really

diluted and watery, and there wasn't

really a strong smell. It hardly had Any

smell at all, so I just wiped the mattress

the best I could with the wet towel and I

let it dry. I don't know if they ever wash

the mattresses at the guest house. Maybe

they don't. Maybe even to this day there's

that mattress in the guest house where I

slept in that has my urine soaked into it.

That's fucking disgusting, isn't it?

Maybe I should phone them and tell them

what happened. Hello, seven years ago I

stayed in your guest house in room one two

five and I urinated in the bed. Maybe you

should wash the mattress. The whole time I

was thinking, thank God I wasn't sleeping

with my girlfriend. Thank God I was alone.

Could you imagine if I was sleeping with

my girlfriend or a girl and I wet the bed?

Can you imagine how embarrassing that

would be? I would just— I would die

inside. But luckily that hasn't happened

yet. The second time I went to Japan, I

didn't wet the bed. It was okay.

Actually, the second time I went to Japan,

I made friends on the very first day. The

very first day. That I stayed at the guest

house, I made loads of friends. I talked

to loads of people. It was a completely

different experience compared to the first

time I went to Japan. But the first time I

ever went to South Korea, I had kind of a

similar experience. I didn't wet myself,

but there was this one night when I just

woke up in the middle of the night and I

was completely covered in sweat. I was

like sweating really badly and I was

really hot even though it was winter and

it was pretty cold. When you go to a new

country for the first time ever, it can

feel very disorientating, and it can take

some time for you to get used to your new

surroundings. It can take some time to

mentally adjust to your new environment.

And I guess the body has its own ways of

coping with this mental stress, and in my

case, it was emptying my bladder in the

middle of the night. Thanks, body.

Thanks. So I guess my advice would be,

before going to sleep, don't drink. Don't

drink anything. Just, just don't drink any

water. I don't know why I keep sharing

these embarrassing stories with you.

I don't feel embarrassed about it. You can

know everything about me. I could tell you

the most embarrassing things about me,

and I really— I don't care. It doesn't

embarrass me. You can laugh at me, you can

make fun of me. I just— I kind of feel

numb, you know? I just feel like I don't

feel anything. Maybe that's why I'm making

these weird videos. There's something

exciting and exhilarating about making

these personal videos about myself. I

guess it's kind of like confessing. I

think I can understand why people go to

church and they confess their sins to the

priest or the bishop. There's, there's

like a cathartic feeling to it, a feeling

of, of, um, relief. It's like getting it

off your chest, telling the world about

your problems. Feels, feels nice.