is there anything that happened when you were a kid but still pisses you off til this day? i used to take dance from age 6-14. when i was around 8 i was at a dance recital all day and was exhausted. my mom came backstage to bring a friend and i some shitty fast food. i started to eat and then remembered i forgot to get something from my mom so i went to go find her really quickly. when i came back - the girl i was with had eaten my burger my fuel my brother once tied me to a sled and pushed me down a hill against my will. i ended up cutting my stomach up on a patch of ice and ran home bleeding and crying...while i was still tied to the sled (its almost funny thinking about it now)
When I was little I had one of those plastic playhouses on the patio of my house. One day my friend and I got into a fight and she pooped inside of it She wasn't allowed back over at my house anymore, and I really haven't talked to her since that. It was fucked up.
Yeah...my foster parents asked if I wanted to take their second name and ditch my own. I said: "nagh"....but I wished I had said: "yeah." I was like 7 at the time. Another time my brother put arm bands on my feet and pushed me in the deep end...he still thinks it is funny...even though I nearly died.
a douchebag who thought he had value because he was the former theater teacher's son felt that I couldn't be stage manager because I had nervous energy. took my headset, my stage manager headset, used it to "phone sex" with the (MUCH younger) student director the rest of the night, while he sat in a dressing room with his feet up, and let me do the work, while he told me I didn't know how to do my job. I would disembowel him if I knew I could get away with it.
Burt from Sesame St. didnt wanna shake my hand at the Ice Capades, Im still kinda pissed off about that..
My cousin came to my house and was like "Can I pee in these raspberry bushes over here?" I said no because I didn't want him fucking peeing on my raspberries--I EAT those! So he peed in his pants in the middle of my driveway instead. I wanted to punch him in the face, and I still do. We'd been inside less than five minutes ago! He could've just gone to the bathroom then!
It was a deep horked loogie too....really disgusting..like an egg yolk :ack2: I couldn't do nothing...he was bigger at the time
nothing really pisses me off. it's a shitty way to be, because I get taken advantage of at work.. "like oh I can leave early, Priscilla will clean up/set up/whatever" .. but I just don't hold grudges. The way I see it, sometimes life sucks, but it's complimented by everything that is great. My life is great so who cares if certain situations are shitty. You shouldn't be pissed about a burger from when you were 8 years old. If you knew anything about fast food burgers, you'd be glad you didn't eat it anyway. :cheers2:
When I was 12 years old, my "boyfriend" had one of his friends dump me for him, so when I got home, I e-mailed him just to see if it was true. I was 12, so love was a ridiculous thing that I could turn on and off like a light switch, so it really wasn't a big deal. Until I got an e-mail back saying, "No, of course not, I love you...blah blah blah." I think it was during Christmas break, so I e-mailed him a few times over the break and I got an e-mail back calling me a fucking psychotic stalker. Turns out one of his other douchebag friends hacked his e-mail and thought it would be funny to mislead me. Then when we went back to school, he and his friends tried their hardest to humiliate me and make me cry. Fucking bastards. My dad e-mailed my "boyfriend" and called him a bastard, lmao. I'm not mad at the boyfriend anymore, even though he was a total tool to me from then on, ESPECIALLY when I bloomed and became "hot." I am still mad at the little worm of a friend that e-mailed me. He comes to Dairy Queen sometimes and I always want to spit in his food.
in first grade, i found a pen on the playground and picked it up. some girl decided to tell the second grade teacher that i was trying to stab her with this pen (complete bullshit). the teacher made me miss 5 minutes of recess for attempted murder, and then also made me miss the remaining 10 minutes for "lying" when i said that i, in fact, found a pen and picked it up. yeah, it's petty. fuck you.
When I was about 4 years old, my cousins, ages 3, 6, and 11 were going to go out and shoot stuff with BB guns and I wanted to go so badly, and they told me I couldn't because I was a girl. I'm still mad at them for that shit, I kept up with 4 boys my entire childhood, the douchebags could've let me go shooting, too.