Calm people, what made you absolutely LOSE IT?
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I once shouted "What the fuck?!" at a student after they said "You don't even get deaf kids, deaf isn't even a real thing, so we shouldn't have to do sign language!" Our school literally has deaf and hard of hearing students joining, which is why we're trying to teach the kids basic sign language
Also, teaching sign language is super useful in so many situations even for non-deaf people.
Imagine it's super loud, you're listening to music, you're eating something and your mouth is full, your throat hurts, you gotta communicate while being quite, there is a glass pane between you, etc, etc., no problem just sign!
imo it should be taught in every school, like english in European schools, because of how immensely useful it is
In high school I was always the weird quiet kid. In art class I had a nemesis that constantly made fun of me. The other kids would laugh right along with him. Being the quiet one I always just tolerated it. UNTIL he said something insulting about my dad. That you simply don’t do. My dad was a prison guard that was murdered in the line of duty defending the life of a coworker that he didn’t even like.
I remember very slowly (and quietly) standing up, going to the back of the classroom where they stored all the art supplies, picking up an exacto knife, slowly going to my nemesis and putting the blade to his throat.
I said “you can poke fun at me all you want but if you say one more thing about my dad, I will open you up”
He never said jack shit to me ever again. And everybody kept their distance.
He never said jack shit and everyone kept their distance because you were literally suspended.
@@Allkingeclol. Nope. Teacher didn’t know or see anything and everyone else was too afraid to say anything.
I got an A in that class. 😄
Yo! You love your dad too? That makes the two of us. :D
@@DraGonXabLe1 Is it that rare to love our fathers that we now have to relate over comments or wtf
That's badass
I was a construction clean up laborer & I was grilled every day by the site foreman to work harder & faster. When I found out he did it for laughs, I handed out his business cards to all the folks that moved in to the homes they bought. They had a 1 year warranty and with their new found ability to contact him, he had 50+ people a day, calling him to make fixes, changes and upgrades. He had to accomodate every, single, one of their requests and demands. This lasted for 2 years. When he would complain about having to deal with them, I smiled and told him to work harder and faster 😌
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@@wafIeeethank you 🫡
Brilliant!
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I was an extremely quiet and shy kid and got bullied in primary. One day I just couldn't take it anymore and decided to grab the bullies hair and lift my feet up. I hung a few minutes in his hair while he was running around and trying to shake me off until a teacher got me off. We were both send to the school principal and I told them I just was fed up with the bullying and that the teacher always just ignored my pleas for help so I just took the matter in my own hands - literally. I never got bullied again by those guys after that day.
😂😂 imagining the scene cracked me
i worked retail for 16.5 years. i was very good about not raising my voice no matter what. i woman in my line had 4 kids and the eldest one was, as she put it, "singing gospel music" i thought it sounded like someone being strangled, and part of me dearly wished someone had done so to this kid. i remained silent, and continued to ring them up. a little old lady, probably in her 60s-70s, had decided to leave the filter to her mouth at home because her exact words were "excuse me, but can you tell your son to shut up before i beat him with my cane". the mother of the child looked at her in shock, turned to look at me, then went to get a manager before i could respond. she had told the manager that i was the one who threatened to hit her child with a cane. the little old lady got into my managers face and started shoving him away from me when he started to repremand me for something i didn't even do. the old lady admitted to being the one who said she'd hit the child if he didn't shut up, then said she'd hit him over the head with her cane since it wont damage anything important. my manager took off, i thanked the old lady for standing up for me, and she said "there's nothing to thank, you did nothing wrong". this happened with in the first month of my time at that store.
The old generations still have a lot to teach us.
What made me lose it is the time I was being choked, unable to breath, while my mother just stood there watching not a crap if I lived or died. And I know she didn't care because my brother is mentally challenged and learned to parrot that behavior from her. There was zero attempt made to stop it from happening.
Her only excuse was she was afraid he'd attack her too, well you deserve it for teaching him to act out with violence when he doesn't get his way. That's all spanking is, an adult throwing a temper tantrum acting out with violence when they don't get their way.
I almost died because of that shit multiple times and she still will not admit she did anything wrong so I have lost it and cussed out my mother for trying to get me killed and being an absolute failure as a parent.
To this day bad parenting is still the only thing that has ever gotten me that angry at someone.
Rial. Dont waste your time talking to her again.
That 5 unsupervised kids one really just made me think about how as a child, even when having a full blown autism meltdown from overstimulation, I would never make a mess or touch things or throw things around or whatever. At most, I would hide in one of those circular clothing racks and cry but was careful not to touch the clothes or get them dirty. The idea of climbing things, pushing stuff around, taking things off shelves or generally causing havoc that an employee would have to deal with was something that even in full meltdown I just would never do.
It’s not as if my home life was good or I had any adults doing a particularly good job with me at that point in time either.
I can’t imagine what parents are or aren’t doing to raise kids to be like that. Or is it normal? I don’t know. Maybe the autism made me more prone to avoiding actions that would make things worse as much as possible? Maybe it’s one of those things where something normal seems odd and baffling to me.
in that case with the 5 kids it just sounded like the mom didn't care at all. probably that "her sweet babies" can do whatever they like. there were never any rules for those kids.
I'm autistic too and I've had my fair share of meltdowns from overstimulation (rarely in public though, thank god!), but I was (together with my brother who's four years younger than me and turns out also is autistic), let's say, not the nicest child. I would throw a tantrum at almost everything even though my parents and all my grandparents did their best to teach me to behave better. Luckily I got my autism diagnosis when in 3rd grade and now, 9 years later, am quite good at keeping my anger down even when my littbe brother actively pushes my buttons to make me explode. But because I live more than 600km away from him I can now just hang up on him XD
I was the recipient of this. When I was in primary school, I was talking to my friends, one of which mentioned a certain r slur. A usually calm teacher walked up to us and started berating us saying things like "what if it were you that were disabled? What if it were someone you loved? How would you feel then?". I haven't said the word since
Problem with that logic is that most people don't call actual disabled people the word
@@nd264u7 That's why it shouldn't be used. It was once used to describe disabled people but was then used as an insult to people who aren't disabled, thus changing the meaning of the word into something derogatory, transforming it into a slur many years later
Ok I understand @@puckmunro2162
@puckmunro2162 that's how language works. "mentally disabled" is also now used as a slur. Trying to police language like this just makes rude people sound smarter.
as someone who is technically retarded, i can confidently say i have never met a single person who is actually retarded get offended by the word
So, the reason the firework neighbors in story 2 didn't get arrested is almost certainly because OP didn't get arrested. The crimes involved are probably all misdemeanors. OP committed attempted burglary by trying to kick the door down, and since it was an act of violence causing fear for safety...would likely also qualify as an assault. Whether you think it is emotionally justifiable is irrelevant. That's not how the law works. The neighbors committed battery by causing injuries, and probably child endangerment as well.
Since both parties committed crimes, if the police determine they don't rise to felonies (which would take the choice out of their hands), they can offer two options. Option 1- everyone goes to jail. Option 2- nobody goes to jail. Neither party can press charges without being charged for their own crimes. But both parties can agree to not press charges. It's obvious what choice was picked.
6:49 that surgeon op is a saint. It's very common, even expected, for surgeons to throw tantrums about everything. It's the reason I never went down that particular niche despite being interested. I don't take kindly to getting screamed at.
A friend of my parents kept critiquing how I was handling my parents dog, in a "That's the wrong hand signal" sort of way, after explaining to her (several times) that "this is what he was trained to respond to" and her *not getting it* I screamed "WELL THEN DO IT YOURSELF!" Punched a hole in the wall and left.
My parents _say_ she apologized but she made no effort to actually communicate with me about it ever so IDK if she actually did or not.
I do feel really bad about the wall though.
mine's pretty mild in my mind, but it definitely left a mark on my friend group. Now I know I have some level of autism, but I didn't back then, and I had formed an attachment to a certain bag I used, which I kept a lot of important things in, like my keys and my current book.
At the time I had a weekly dinner with a group of friends, though most I only knew through this group. Some of them were horsing around, and one of them slapped my bag out of my hands.
I was the quiet kid. I usually sat and listened, and had been brought up on the "ignore them and they'll go away" kool-aid of dealing with bullies (spoiler, that doesn't work. Adult intervention works). I apparently went from 0-100 and ROARED "Do NOT touch my bag!"
They never messed with my stuff again.
Oh man... I tend to be calm and try to use my brain before letting myself communicate if something is ticking me off but in early 2023, I had just moved in with 2 roomies. They have a senior dog who usually had to suffer 15 hours or longer without a peebreak. I tried to nudge my roommates gently several times, then few times more firmly about it untill it made me explode. I had never yelled in such an ugly roar manner I did, telling them how they are torturing their poor dog and forcing a completely house trained senior to hold their blabber to the point the dog has no other option than to let it go on the carpet.
Both roomies were shocked, one of them cried and one froze still in fear. I grabbed the dog while yelling how the only reason I am not reporting this to authorities is the threath I would get an animal mistreating charge as well since I share the house with this damn poor dog. Roomies made some changes after and their dog has not dirtied any carpets after. They also added 2 more peebreaks for the dogs usual scechule. I just hope they keep it up after I have moved out in 2 weeks.
Were it that you moved in later I'd ask if this was in Indianapolis, Indiana, because my upstairs neighbors have been yelling and arguing about this kind of thing regularly since they moved in, irritating myself and my mom due to the seemingly random shouting that will happen at least once a week up there (the floors/ceilings aren't super insulated so we can hear them being loud and they likely can hear us being loud as well).
There was a boy who was teasing and kind of bullying me throughout primary and middle school. In like 6th grade our music teacher was assigning seats to us and what teachers liked to do was to pair the calm, quiet person with the loud and disobedient one. And so my luck was to be seated with that boy. Of course, he kept teasing me until I lost it and started hitting him over the head with the textbook. It was a rather thin, soft-cover book, so no harm was done, but yeah, everyone in the class was shocked.
I should have done that…
But a Chromebo- NO NO NO A SOFT COVER THIN BOOK IS FINE I DIDNT SAY THAT-
Good story too sounds chaotic
yea i hate it when teachers pair the loud kids with the quiet kids so annoying
Wow! Love those descriptions and insults in the food court one. Need to remember those.😂😅
On the school bus in kindergarten a kid was making fun of me. I was ignoring him, as one does. Then he started insulting my family. I love my family, they’ve been here for me through thick and thin and if someone loses their cool they give reason and apologize.
I saw red, turned around and punched him directly in the schnoz, and last I saw him his nose was still a bit crooked, apparently the force of me simultaneously turning and punching broke it.
Needless to say, I was banned from the bus the rest of the school year.
I was 14 and in class where i was bullied daily and heavily under watch for any mistake, as they would use said mistake as ammunition for a month.
I was once again under the scope of the class bully group and a particular scrawny and arrogant person was egging me on.
This time however, i didn't throw hands, (yes i pummeled each bully in that group annually) I walked up and stared at him, he yelped and covered his head.
Class was still in session and the teacher was present, (horrible enforcement) so I pushed off his books off the table instead and simply went back. I panicked, I guess.
Of course, he played it off like a clown, and the bullying continued regardless of any of my retaliations.
Six months working at the head office of a relatively large Australian Tool retailer (early 2022) under an abusive supervisor did it for me. Despite doing things by the letter he was still standing over me and belittling me in front of the whole office. Up till now I had just tried to keep calm and break down the procedures step by step to show my supervisor what I was doing, he was still yelling how useless I was. Then it’s like something just took over as I slammed my fist on the table and screamed in his face. After the longest 5 seconds of my life I just grabbed my things and ran out of there in tears. If I didn’t send in my resignation that night I was sure as hell going to be fired. Some well meaning friends said that I should just apologize and try to keep that job but I was having none of that. Even my first boss who had only seen me lose it once at someone knew how much that guy messed up to set me off…
I was working for a carnival in my 20s. I was always really quiet, still am for the most part. one day we were setting up one of the rides and two of the other workers started getting into an argument, not even work related, and it just kept escalating. "why don't you do this"? "why don't you do that"? getting close and just shouting at each other. it got to a point where everyone else had stopped to watch the drama. I, in the middle of tightening a bolt shouted to both of them "WHY DON'T YOU BOTH JUST SHUT FUCK UP AND GET BACK TO WORK"! everyone just froze for about 2 seconds and then did just that the two gentlemen included.
One time I lost my cool that I remember vividly (and still mentally berate myself over because of poor emotional control as a *teenager* ) was ANZAC Day, April 24th, 2003.
Setup; I had lost my grandad (dad's dad) the year prior but never got the chance to properly process the whole thing due to family and school bullshit at the time, so for pretty much all of 2002 I was a zombie just going through the motions but not really being cognizant. Gramps was a WW2 Vet who fought in The Islands. ANZAC Day is a day to remember the members of the Australia and New Zealand Army Corps that fought in Gallipoli in WW1.
That day I had a piece of string I was using as a fidget toy to get my mind off things in homeroom, the school was dragged out of classes to the gym/assembly hall for the memorial that at the time was wasting the precious time I have on this earth and doing nothing but ripping open the barely-closed wounds related to Gramps' death.
I was sitting there, saying nothing, looking at the floor, mourning the dead *in my own way* as my hands idly fidgeted with the string on their own accord as I wasn't in the driver's seat of my body; it was operating on auto-pilot.
Afterwards, during recess (since the whole thing took up most of our morning lessons); I had just sat down in my usual spot where I hung out with my friends from across the 6 grades our school had (Years 7-12) as we were pretty much all a bunch of misfits that didn't fit in any of the normal social circles, just under the window of the principal's office, when one of my friends - the only one I had there that I'd know since we were in Year 5 and I met her in primary school I was new too - walked up to me and started laying in to me for "being distracted" during the whole assembly thing despite not making a noise, being obviously uncomfortable being there, and being on the verge of a meltdown of both emotions and HFA.
Needless to say that was the straw that broke the camels back and triggered the breakdown-meltdown I was barely holding back prior, such that without being cognizant of what I was saying I told her she should "go get herself cloned - so she could go *fuck* herself!". The instant I had said that, it felt like I was shoved back in the driver's seat of my body and in horror of what I had just said I ran off tears in my eyes trying to find a spot far away from the group where I could hide and ride out the breakdown-meltdown.
I eventually found my way up a flight of stairs near the Home Ec & Music sections (just down from the Woodworking classrooms), and curled up knees-to-chest and back against the wall at the top of the staircase, hoping nobody would find me during my breakdown-meltdown, as I rode out the torrent of emotions and holding off the urge to jump over the chest-high wall I was leaning my back against that would have lead to at least broken legs as jumping over that wall would have been a sudden stop at the bottom of the staircase on concrete stairs and ground, maybe even a chance of sending me in a coma from my head hitting the ground (if not worse).
A short bit later one of the members of the group found me during the breakdown-meltdown and comforted me until it ended, and tried to get me to if not talk with the rest of the group at least talk with the teachers to maybe be sent home. I did neither and just stayed there until I felt enough strength to make it to my next class and try to continue with the day - I didn't want to face the group and see their condemnation or forgiveness.
For the rest of that year; instead of spending time with the group during recess or lunch; I scarfed down my food and hid away either in the front office to do homework during recess or in the library during lunch. After some point I was able to spend both recess and lunch in the library and basically retreat in to my shell to avoid the fear of judgement or forgiveness, and effectively self-isolate.
In class, even though we were sat next to each other (we had sat next to each other since Year 7 being friends for the 2 years prior, and she was right-handed whilst I was left-handed, it made taking notes in class easier than being seated elsewhere) for the rest of the year, I don't recall ever speaking to her outside of passing notes and papers from the teacher, as I was afraid to hear her demand an apology or her give an apology, and I couldn't decypher the look in her eyes if we did meet gazes during class.
My friend and I were on the bus sitting in the first seat, she came on the bus crying, and I'm one of those people who don't know how to deal with a situation with someone crying so I was just sitting there awkwardly. Some guy came onto the bus and said something quietly to her, I didn't hear him but from my friend's burst of more tears, I knew it was nothing good. (Keep in mind this guy was around the size of my senior in high school whereas I'm a little bit shorter than a freshman female.) So I stood up by this time he was going to his seat in the very back of the bus and yelled at him if he did that again I'd punch him (I am not one to stand up to anything when it involves myself nor yelling.) He replied, "If you can shortie." I was known as the quiet, nice Christian that doesn't curse, so all I had to yell at him was, "BITCH" and the whole bus went quiet. (He was in his seat the very farthest one from where I was so EVERYONE heard me) Soon after I heard a couple of his buddies say, "Are you gonna let her do you like that?" but he just let it off.
In short: A tall guy made my friend cry and I (a short girl) threatened to punch him and called him a bitch everyone on the bus was astonished.
you dropped this *gives you a medal*
I’m a calm person who *almost* lost it. I live a few states away from my friends. The oldest one year younger than me. He has two younger siblings. The sister is the youngest and the sweetest girl among the three of them. Well the other boy (the middle kid) was being a bit mean to his sister. I told him *”his name* stop being mean to your sister.” He said “ no I don’t have to and plus you don’t have a sister.” I got so mad. I do in fact have a sister. I told him that. He said “a sister who you don’t see or talk to doesn’t count.” I wanted to cry. My sister have moved out a few years ago and I didn’t have anyway to talk to her. I hung up the cal and he called me back. I told him that was mean did he care? Nope. I will *never* forgot this.
4th, there's no way story 7 op's "losing it" is a sigh and a grumble tho...
I had anxiety as a kid, and I was pretty timid when it came to confrontation or asking people to do things for me. There was one girl in elementary school who hated me for no reason I could figure out. She was mean to me and often excluded me in things even if I was told by an adult to do them. I was told that I just snapped one day and went off on her. I don't remember if they said I attacked her, but she never messed with me again. I don't remember any of it. I just remember that one day she was picking on me, and the next day she wasn't.
I'm not calm per se, but I'm the bubbly happy kind, so people don't really expect me to explode. I'm also really good in taking bs to not start trouble. So. Was talking to a friend and her friend was also there. For some reason, the friend's friend was really, really pissed about my laugh. When we got out of school the little mf slapped me square in the face when I was laughing about something. So I chocked her. I was an unmedicated teen with anger problem, but she surely didn't knew that until that moment. I let her go a few seconds after telling her to never do that to anyone again (and then trew her hat over the wall cause I was super petty).
I am also this happy going person and you don't expect me to suddenly become rabid.
I once shook someone while screaming like a banshee "i'll f.....g kill you !"
The one who pushed me beyond my limits was pale and almost about to faint.
My buddy told me "now i understand why you said you can become scary when mad"
This was recent, last year, 7th grade student, i'm usually a nice person and always willing to help, but, there is always those who just tease you and everything because of how you act and so forth. Anyway, i was in Geography class and one of those kids borrowed my desk last class, and i asked him to get off because it was my assigned personal space, and he just wouldnt get off, i kept insisting and he finally got up, and he said "FINE! Cuz youll go tell your fucking parents!"
Right there, i snapped, i threw my things on the desk and basically started yelling and insulting him about everything and how he had made my life worse. I easily intimidated him because of my Height and size (i'm almost 6ft at 13 and he's aproximately 4.5ft at 13, so he felt powerless against me and just kept walking backwards while i kept yelling at him.
After the whole cuffudle, i went back to my seat, some classmates helped me calm down but the rest (including the smallie) kept quiet, then the teacher came in and sent us both to the principal's office.
Thankfully, the principal understood the situation and was nice enough to forgive me for what i did. Though i dont know what happened to the guy but he's been WAY calmer than before. He still teases me but he doesnt go that far anymore. He learned his lesson.
Once when I was in 2nd grade, I was taller than most kids, like 5 foot at 7 (I’m 14 now and am just over 6 feet tall). Anyway this one kid was a notorious bully, (he had been bullying me for about half the school year by then) so he was picking on me as usual and, in class I was usually the teacher’s pet. So after a few minutes of him picking on me, I lost it and decked him square on his nose as hard as I could. He was about half my hight and after someone saw what happened, they told the teacher and both me and the bully were sent to the principals office. I’m not sure if I got in any serious trouble, but I remember that my parents were actually proud that I stuck up for myself, and the bully never bullied anyone else for the rest of my time there. So that was the only time I lost it as a quiet person.
when i punched my high school bully i got yelled at by my parents for retaliating just to clarify this bully had been tormenting me verbally and harassing me sexually i told the teachers and they said just ignore him and walk away and they always believed his bs so one day when i was in line for lunch he was poking me over and over and on that day i was not in a good mood so naturally i turned around and punched him in the face i got in trouble but it was worth the week suspension
My son was bullied at a shitty new high school as we had moved. I reported it constantly to the school who did nothing. He was and still is a very placid boy but one day he just snapped. My son is not small and the weasel who was bull him was, so he just picked him up and threw him over a fence, breaking bully boys arm 🤣🤣 Not a word was said by the school or this little turds parents. I was so proud of him and ages before had said do what you have to and I’ll support you. Never had a problem with him again, plus a couple of months later I put him into the high school where his mates from primary school had gone and then we moved back there and he never had an issue again at the decent high school. For 4 months it was a 90km round trip with me taking him but he was so happy with his mates that is was worth all of the petrol ❤️ just for reference, this little turd kicked my boy in the spine, chipping his vertebrae, which still causes him pain at 33 🤬
When I was a kid I was kinda volatile, I was autistic (well I mean I'm still autistic because you don't really grow out of autism but you get what I mean (I hope)) and was generally pretty calm and quiet. I was well-behaved in class for the most part and I somehow ended up being the favorite of like half the teachers I ever had in K-12. In 7th or 8th grade there was this one kid who would consistently heckle me. He wouldn't do anything too egregious, just little annoyances. He'd poke me without my consent, even occasionally swipe things from my locker (I can't remember him permanently stealing anything though). During that year's yearbook signing (or maybe it was some other event, it's hard to say after all these years), we were in the gym filled with a bunch of people, and he'd keep sneaking up behind me and aggressively poking me in the back of the head. I was trying to keep it together, but at a certain point I just lost it and started chasing the little shit all around the gym trying to get him, pushing through people, it could've been a scene in a b-list action movie if it weren't so stupid and (literally) childish. I think at a certain point I just gave up out of exhaustion.
He and I ended up in the same friend group through high school, and we'd often joke about "The time I tried to kill him". Simpler days...
The hospital one with the lady throwing a bottle of pee reminds me of something that happened while i was working for a hospital. I had the job of going around to the carts they put outside certain patient rooms so fhe staff know what kind of progective gear they nedd to use. I was just doing my daily rounds on one of the floors when suddenly, I hear someone scream bloody murder for security. And I mean they *Screamed* it. I turn around and immediately see what must of been pretty much every doctor and nurse on the floor rush into ome room. No idea what happened but it made me jump 5 feet in the air.
This will get buried but I have a story.
I'm in late middle school. The whole story leading up to this is pretty long but the bottom line is...liked this guy, he was a jerk, spread rumors about me stalking him. End of the year comes around after a while of not talking to him. Last few weeks of school, I start seeing him constantly staring at me, then when I look back or glance in his direction, he scribbled something down on this paper. I got very suspicious, obviously. Told the counselor that as unhinged as it was, I think he was keeping track of how many times I was looking at him/in his direction. But I'm a calm and pretty peaceful person so I wasn't gonna say anything to him about it.
Second to last day of school, we're having a science project display in my STEM class. Some of the other classes come in to see, and one of them contained this guy's best friend. I had a pretty good history with him and he seemed pretty chill, so when he stopped by our group I smiled at him and explained our model. But he wasn't there for that, of course. This man leans in, says "Do you know that *the boy's name* is keeping a tally of how many times you're looking at him?"
ANGER. PURE ANGER. NUH-UH. HELL NO. I stare into his FRICKIN SOUL, just fire in my eyes. I can feel it.
"Yes, I am AWARE. Thanks for stopping by." I didn't really raise my voice but it came out as a sharp growl. I was just daring him to stay near us for one more second. His eyes SHOOT OPEN SO WIDE and I have not seen him since.
My best friend witnessed this and she said "Remind me not to make you mad..."
So. Yep. No regrets.
I don’t like confrontation but one night in college my roommates were having a huge gathering at 4 in the morning. I came out, absolutely exhausted and essentially went on a mild rant that other people lived in the apartment and they were being incredibly rude. I was a bit of an asshole but I had been awake for at least 18 hours at the point and after patiently attempting to wait them out I couldn’t take it anymore
I'm the 5'3" (1.6m) geeky, energetic girl who was almost by default in the "misfit" circle of friends who all overlap in various other circles in one way or another. I was the naive innocent one that many, many others felt like they needed to protect from the bullies (think like a little cousin/sister). I hated confrontation and usually walked away instead of engaging with them on my own. One day started off with a huge blow up fight with my sister and mom and left my mood worse than normal as it was. Every class until lunch had another added stressor. By the time I got to lunch I was bursting at the seams with anger but just opted to stay quiet and sit on the edge of the group with my friends. When I came back with my food, one of my friends (who had a birth defect that left her with a lisp and was more plump than most but was one of the sweetest people I knew) was gone. I asked where she went and no one wanted to tell me (because I was in such a noticeably bad mood already). I asked, more harshly, what happened? They told me a group of guys came by and made fun of her until she started crying and left. I had them point out the group of 6-7 guys to me and I dropped my tray hard on the table before saying "I'll be right back." I marched over and confronted them in front of the whole lunchroom and the main office. I told them they better leave her alone. They tried to laugh it off but I chimed in that I am friends with many of the schools top athletes, dropping a couple very well known football players, wrestlers, and/or basketball players (all very BIG guys) who I actually befriended through mutual friends or even helping tutor them and said they would not hesitate to come to my aid if I asked them to and dared them to try it out and give me their best insults. They nervously laughed before walking away without saying anything else. I turned around to go back to my friends feeling like I barely did anything but at least I tried... Then 2 of the girls they had with them left their group and stopped me. They said it was really great I stood up for my friend that way and they added something that still makes me feel slightly sad for them to this day, "we only wish our friends would stand up for us like that too." Part of me still hopes they were able to find at least one friend who would in the 10+ years since then.
The most recent time I remember actually snapping was when someone said the n slur. Keep in mind that he wasn't even able to say it. It was snowy outside, at the time, so I had the wonderful idea to throw a snowball at him. Some other guy tried to seem threatening to me after that, and I just laughed at him, not really caring.
Another time was in elementary school. It was the end of lunch and we were on our way to recess or class, I don't remember whether lunch was first or after recess at that time, and someone was accusing some other guy of stealing from another person. I ended up getting so fed up I just snapped, and it went as silent as it could get in the spot i was in. My friend was freaking out about it, too. Lol.
I was the quiet bullied kid in school and one day after PE (that teacher was part ofthe bullying too) i arrived late at the lockers to find all of my belongings across the floor. I grabbed everything and tried to leave while still in my gym clothes (obviously) and they grabbed my bag and scattered everything again. I snapped because i was just on my way out of the room, half a second quicker and this could have been avoided
but it wasn't. Bag-snatcher got punched square in his face and while he stumbled back i slammed the bathroom door open. Fun fact: This door had its doorknob on perfect 6th grader stomach height. Anyway, bag-snatcher's friend (who was on his way to me) got the doorknob and... i won't describe it but you can picture what happened next
the rest is a bit hazy, i do remember tipping over one of those long benches with the metal hooks onto 3 of them and SO many nuts were kicked.
It ended with 11 crying boys on the ground with blood, sweat, tears and i strongly believe the others all spilled. PE teacher arrives after hearing a ruckus and lifted me against the nearest wall on the collar of my shirt screaming "WHAT DID YOU DO? WHAT DID YOU DO?" in german
I almost got expelled but my mom switched on her inner karen and threatened to sue the school for letting it get to this point. I got to stay and the bullying went down gradually after a handful more fights but that first one was me truly snapping, the others were kinda... okay-ish. Never lost tho, even when i got beat to a pulp. I made sure to always have the last, bloody smile
It is nice. i love listening to stories around midnight and out of nowhere, a FLASHBANG! 4:04
7:30 I coach Lacrosse, if I found out one of my players was pulling stunts like that to their own teammate they would run, run, and run some more, and then get benched until I feel they are ready to be a part of the team again. 1000% unacceptable.
I could have say 4763478563456384% unacceptable
OP in story 10 took "crack the books" to heart!
A classic school one. I was a shy, actually just anxious and depressed, child who kept to herself and read or drew, but one day these two or three guys snatched my sketchbook and pencil case and I would chase them like a wild animal, missing lunch, as one threw pencils from my case over his shoulder and I watched as I strategised. Eventually we were in a room where i managed to get my claws into his shirt and swing around trying to get my damn case back. He said I broke his glasses and ruined his shirt, and I was scared he'd actually get me for the glasses (I dont think they were actually damaged) and looked at his ruined shirt with pride. Fuckers. Surprisingly none of my books got torn up, but hey I'll take it.
I have a story like this (CAUTION: VERY LONG)
So this is at the dance studio I am still currently at. Now, for context, this is in the highly conservative and highly religious Midwest. I am neither of those things and stick out pretty clearly as I am very obviously goth. I am seen as the outcast that no one likes, but no one every bothered really acting on this until recital day at my dance studio. I am also a skilled amateur make-up artist (this is important to the story). So it was recital day and I was handing out at my table in the back of the room with my best friend, let's call her "May." May and I are both very quite and reclusive people, although I am good at acting extroverted as a defense mechanism. Another note for context is that May and I had only become friends 6 months to the day, but we clicked very quickly and had moved to best friend territory. She was very empathic and sweet while I am rather.... rough around the edges. I am the embodiment of the quote "A hero will sacrifice you for the world, but the villain will sacrifice the world for you." To put it bluntly, once I decide I like you, I become very possessive. I am the villain, and she was someone I would burn the world for because she was and is the only person in my life to show me empathy and acceptance. I thought I found my best friend for life (I'm high spec aromantic so the person I will live and die knowing is going to be my best friend - no marriage for me). That's enough context, back to the story.
May and I were hanging out at our table in the back during our dance recital, and this other girl walks up and sits on the table behind us. I don't want to give her a proper name, so let's call her "Buttface" as that makes me feel a little bit better. Apparently, Buttface is a good friend of May's. Now me being possessive, I felt a little upset at this - like the one positive relationship I had was being endangered... I was right. So Buttface and I have history. I have been a victim of narcissistic abuse many MANY times in my life, so I can spot narcs a mile away. Buttface was a narcissist. I have no bandwidth for narcs, and Buttface had tried to become friends with me to use me in the past. I declined politely and didn't make a scene. This made her see me as her enemy, and so I returned her sentiment that we did not like each other. I wasn't going to make peace with a narc. Buttface advancing to May and I's table was clearly another way to piss me off and see if she could make me lose it. I tried to ignore Buttface and give her only a basic level of conversation. May could tell there was something wrong between us as Buttface and I exchanged venom-laden pleasantries. Buttface sat there for a moment and then took her leave. This was when May asked if I could assist with her makeup. Of course I agreed, her being my best friend and all. Just before I could set up, Buttface came back and gaslite May into thinking that I was bad at makeup (as I sat across from them with professional level makeup on my face). I let it go, and moved on from the subject after some back and forth of defending my own honor to Buttface, and Buttface left again. May and I tried to have a normal conversation, and Buttface came back, sat on her phone, then left again. This repeated countless times. I am a very privet person and don't feel comfortable being myself around just anyone. May knew a side of my no one else did, and I wasn't going to let Buttface see that side of me. Eventually, I started getting fed up. When Buttface was gone I mentioned to May that this was making me extremely uncomfortable, and I was having to watch my words for fear Buttface would hear something about me only May knew. I was hated enough as it was, and I didn't need Buttface knowing something personal about me that not even my own mother knew because May or I mentioned it. When I told May I didn't like what was going on, May agreed it was a little irritating. I gave her a look that basically said "She's you friend - deal with her." May knew Buttface and I had history, but I didn't want to tell her that Buttface was a narc yet, as if she trusted Buttface more than me I would lose her by trying to protect her. May made no offer to handle her friend. Buttface, came back. This is were things got worse.
May and I kept talking about something unrelated and impersonal, trying to tiptoe around things that Buttface couldn't know. Buttface then started making interjections into out conversation. This slowly got May attention, and then I was the third wheel on the conversation. My own best friend was ignoring me for a narcissist. Eventually, I got the conversation back to May and I, and Buttface, being bitter she wasn't the center of attention, said something that would piss me off that wouldn't bother May. Buttface decided to say something that she knew would bring up my past trauma. There are certain subjects I don't like talking about because I have pretty deep trauma with them. One of which things that in this town comes off very obvious. Now I will admit at this point in time I was not the most mature person, when then again I am petty and vengeful as the day is long, and just about to blow my top, so no surprise there. After she made a comment having to do with a thing that is very obvious I like to avoid (because trauma) I made a snide comment that inadvertently insulted Buttface from her original comment. She gave a "what was that suppose to mean" I replied with "you know exactly what I mean." and it was on from there. Buttface tried to act like she was just trying to "understand a different view point" and I didn't have any bandwidth left for that. I lashed out. I am also a psychoanalyst. I pulled out every ounce of knowledge I had on psychology, every bit of data I knew about her to shut down her brain, every I knew about how her side of the argument. Every quip, every line. Anything I could think of. I said it all. Meanwhile, she sat there trying to play the victim as she subtly tried to make me feel stupid every time I open my mouth. She knew I was winning but acting like she was. I should mention that May did nothing to help her so called "best friend" (me) during this. Our argument spanned from the original topic, to who was better friend with May (I know it was dumb but I'm protective), all the way to who was a worse person than the other. It was a ridiculous yelling match in a room of 50 other girls who all love her and hate me. It was never going to end well. Eventually, I try to this war of ridiculousness. This was the end of out "conversation."
Me: "Why are you over here anyway? You are sitting on my table for no reason!"
Buttface: "I'm not sitting on your table, I'm sitting on the table behind you."
Me: "You know exactly what I mean. You're over here making everyone uncomfortable and I don't know why you want to be over here! And don't say you're here for May, because you've made her uncomfortable too."
Buttface: "If you want me to leave, then just ask me."
Me: "I've asked you to leave multiple times already and yet here you sit."
Buttface: "Nicely." (enter overly nice smile)
Me: (insert Loki inspired tone of voice) "If you would so kindly leave that would be most appreciated as you are being quite obnoxious."
Buttface: "You're the one who is being obnoxious!"
At this point another girl from the other side of the room shouted at me that "Yeah, if anyone's obnoxious you are (my name)"! And other girl who I vaguely know (And doesn't hate me) pulled my heckler away. I was fed up with this already, so I laughed like the Joker and said "Is that the best you got?! Oh darling if you think you can hurt me with words then your going to have to try hard than that! I have heard the worst insults you can possibly think of, so please, take a swing at me if you think you can." I was addressing the room as I said this. The room fell quiet. Buttface dragged May away. I tried to talk to May multiple times throughout the evening, but she wouldn't talk to me. I felt like I was looking at an extension of Buttface every time May spoke to me in her one word answers. Later, after we all went home, I got a text from May. It didn't sound like her - it sounded like Buttface. She basically said that I was a monster, proceeded to invalidate my trauma that may have contributed to my initial reaction, and said "this isn't working for me" and "we can only be friend to some degree" and that "I'm sorry if this hurts you but..." I initially apologized and said I would do anything to make her like me again. Then I realized what I was doing. I was willing to do anything for someone who chose a narcisist over someone who would take a bullet for her. If May didn't chose me over a narc, then I can't love her. I would do anything for her (even before this incident - that's just how I am) and she wouldn't even tell her narc friend to back the hell off? No worth it. I sent May another text saying exactly that in so many words. I told her Buttface was a narcissist, and that May didn't hurt me because she was an Angel - she truly was. Strangely enough, my door will always be open for my Angel (I've started calling her that because her name still has too much pain behind it). When that narc eventually shows her true colors to May and tried to ruin her life, I will be there to catch May when it happens. Maybe then we can try again, or maybe I'm just delusional and heartbroken. Remember how I said I was vengeful? Yeah, I'm not gonna let Buttface off the hook that easily.
Thanks for reading, sorry it the grammar is bad. I did this in one sitting. I'm thinking of posting this on Reddit for the wider audience.
3:44
"My father will hear about this!"
-Drako Malfoy
Haha, this literally happened today, but during lunch we sit in the gym since my school doesnt have an actual cafeteria. I was sitting at the table under a basketball goal which i guessed had been lowered for a dunking contest in a PE class or something. But about ten minutes before lunch ended, a lot of boys continuously started running up and trying to jump to hold onto the rim, a couple hitting me in the process, i repeatedly and politely asked them to stop, but they just wouldn't. So i pulled my big handheld fan out (the school often gets hot due to poor ac) and yelled that I'd freaking hit the next person who jumps up on the rim (just for reference, there is a completely free, unoccupied side of the gym which also has a basketball goal the could've used). Sure enough, another boy jumped up and almost kicks my face, so i grabbed my fan and smacked the heck out of his leg as he held onto the rim, the dude acted clueless, saying things like: "who hit me?". I usually don't lose my calm, and i generally just bottle my anger up, but that time i literally lost it. And in the end, i didnt get a demerit, which surprised me so... I guess thats one good thing😅
I got one for this. Background info, I was in the Marine Corps and stationed in Okinawa. I was also not the typical Marine as I always tried to be friendly and non violent. I'm also a bit of a weeb. So i spent my money buying anime things or culture things. I got models from Macross and knickknacks made of jade. One night i came back from town, having bought something i don't remember what, but I left it in a bag on my dresser and got on my rack. Bed for civilians. When my roommate got back, he had brought one of his friends and they were both drunk. I didn't care much until one of them started poking at my things, especially the bag. I told them to leave it all alone and had to keep repeating that, making me irritated. When the friend actually went for the bag, I dropped from the top rack, grabbed him by the throat, marched him back to the door while staring him in the eyes before slamming him into next to it, and then lowly, with no room for argument, told him 'Get out.' My roommate, having been laughing from what a joke he thought it all was, went quiet, the friend said nothing, just grabbed the handle and opened the door. Only then did I let him go. Because I was quiet and non-confrontational, everyone joked that I would be the one that went nuts and killed everyone. After that, the jokes stopped.
PS. During Rollover Training, there are also Marines that are supposed to act like insurgents so that you have to keep up your guard. So when during one of these, I was an insurgent and the team was coming out and not paying any attention to the point one even set down their rifle. So I walked over bold as brass and picked up the prop weapon and mimed shooting him with it. To put it lightly, the instructors were not happy.
Im generally pretty calm, especially in public, but one day me, and my brother had blood in our eyes with anger.
So we used to live out kinda in the country side, and in a mobile home neighborhood. Its not uncommon to see an animal roaming around, and two of us even had pigs. The law out there basically allowed for animals to roam freely, and even if the animals damaged your property your not allowed to harm them.
So one day, one of our dogs escaped our backyard through under the house (which usually wouldn't happen, but the panels that block the underside had holes due to one of the neighbors roaming pig) and we started to follow/chase him.
We dont usually go into people's properties, because well... its there property, so if our dog goes up there, we cant do nothin about it. So our dog runs up to the house that's basically in front of us, and those guys where one of the biggest reasons we moved out. Shitty neighbors.
So the dog runs behind there house, and we cant do nothing about it, so we wait. Next thing we hear is a sound of a airgun shooting, and our dog yelping. He started to sprint to us. Never had me and my brother wanted to kill someone so bad before. We screamed at them (though we couldn't really see them). After we our dog ran back to us, we brought him inside and called the police. Basically if they where to do that again, they'll get animal cruelty charges. So yeah.
Also to turn back to why they where bad neighbors. So early i said to of us had pigs in our neighborhood. One tended to let their pigs roam around, while we try to keep them in our house, or nearly 1 acre baclyard. Then like i said, one of the roaming pigs had destroyed a part of the house that suppose to keep animals out, so sometimes animals get out. One day our pig got out, and slowly wandered to their yard. They threw ice at the pig.
Then with the roaming pigs, there was two of them. Both friendly chill pigs that let you pet them. Just one of them probably gets really curious, and destroys stuff in his way to get to places. That one dissappeared one day. One of the kids in our bus who either is the family that owns that pig, or the neighbor of that pig family. He said that the people in front of us was responsible for that pigs disappearance.
Then one day, our dogs where going crazy, for longer than usual. I look outside to see whats happening. One of our cars was in the ditch. ...
Im kinda tired writing this comment
I’m athiest. When i was in middle school, i was bullied by a group of several christians (which ended up giving me lifelong trauma, but besides the point). I was pretty smart for my age and could make generally make good arguments, and I did for a while, but they wouldn’t back down. So, after months of this torment, i ended up losing my shit and just going all out. I went all out and basically went like this. “LET ME BELIEVE WHAT I WANT TO BELIEVE, YOU LITTLE TWERPS! ALL YOU DID WAS TRY TO CONVERT ME, BUT ENDED UP DIVERTING ME AWAY FROM EVER ASSOCIATING WITH YOU. YOU HAVE TRIED FOR MONTHS, AND IT’S NOT GOING TO WORK. I DON’T CARE IF I’M GOING TO HELL, AS YOU’RE ALL GOING TO THE VOID.” They didn’t mess with me again afterwards. I’m normally a pretty calm dude, but i’m so glad that i got all that pent up anger out at THEM rather than my friends. Well, not entirely, but that’s a longer story.
TLDR: Some kids were bullying me because of my religion and I ended up losing my shit and just going all out on em, i’m still glad i did that to this day
This girl used to bully me for not being a christian, and she wasn't violent but she was definitely mean. I remember drawing a picture in my diary of her in an iron cage that was dangling over a pit full of sharks, once, except that I didn't know how to draw her, and so I just wrote "RACHEL" in a big cage.
@@0palOpal0pal agh. I kinda want to do that now, except for the fact that i know the name of like 2 out of the 80 people that have bullied me in my life about it. Don’t know their names. You said “used to”, does she still do it? If so, that sucks.
@@lcajueiro This happened more than a decade ago when I was a child, and I haven't even seen her since then. But, I still have the diary page with my kid scribbles from the time, lol
Replying to Story 15 by suggesting OP try LoL 😂
Great one!
But also the reason why you always mute the in-game chat 😊
So I'm a 15 year old female and I'm usually pretty docile and don't really care what people do to me, but I'm super protective of my family. That being said; I'm going to give a bit of background information. So I have this "friend," let's call him Sulfur. So Sulfur and I both enjoyed going on hikes, and any time I was in the area we'd go on a hike. Well most of the time I'd come home with bruises and once with a black eye cause he thought it was funny to hit me with sticks, throw rocks at me, and full on just hit me with his hands. He never really punched me, it was more like slaps. And I would let him. I'd just kind of laugh it off and forget about it once the bruises were gone.
Well one day I decided to take my 7 year old nephew; let's call him Neon. So Neon, Sulfur and I were walking the trail we usually walked with me leading as Sulfur refused to walk ahead. Well as I'm walking I hear a smack, then hear Neon say ow really loudly. I flipped around to see Sulfur grinning and holding a thin stick and Neon clutching his arm. I think my face turned red or something because as soon as Sulfur made eye contact with me his grin faded rather quickly. I leapt at him with a pretty loud yell, punched him in the face as hard as I could, then kicked him a few times once he was down for good measure.
Well as soon as he was down I just kind of knelt down beside him and looked him in the eye, being sure to have anger in my gaze. After a few minutes I helped Sulfur up, grinning slightly. Once he was up I said to him "Do that again and you won't get back up for a while." Then I just turned with Neon and left. Never told anyone about it, and I'm not a big enough person to say sorry. Should I be feeling bad?
Nah, protect your siblings.
Somethings that make me lose it is when I'm behind schedule with uploading, and I have a video recorded and it ends up being unusable footage due to lost footage or corruption. Even though I'm incredibly calm, that's one thing that makes me flip my crap
Im not really calm but i had a friend who was usualy calm, both of us were kinda being bullied but he had it worse since no one ever stood up for him when people sometimes stood up for me, since i was his only friend in earlier grades our classmates shipped us (ew, i already had a boyfriend at the time, and why is this a thing where people at school just ship you with a classmate or something? Its disgusting in my opinion) anyway- like i said, he was mostly calm and quiet but this one time i think it was in the 8th grade whis is like maybe 3-4 years ago he just gor really mad, i don't really remember why but i remember that it was just before class started and that some of our classmates were in front of our desk so they were most likely picking on him, he got so mad that he just flipped the desk to the ground, the classmates got lucky their toes werent in the way but i remember them just- laughing about it and i also remember getting mad at him for it because my school bag was on the desk and i had some things in there that could break easily like my phone for example, Now- the reason i got mad is because i was afraid of my phone breaking because i wasent alowed to bring my phone to school at the time and my parents would kill me if it got broken, thankfully my phone was ok but i feel bad about getting mad at him for it cuz- i can't blame him, im just surpriced it took him like 8 years to finally snap like that
At my school the bullies stopped bullying me after I start throwing fists and chairs at them.
I'm a woman, they were boys. It was unfair.
This isn't me going crazy but it threw a lot of my friends off. I was at a drag show competition mainly to support some of the people who were competing. The audience sometimes decides it's a good idea to socialize and it can get loud. The competitors couldn't really hear the judges and asked the audience to quiet down. Eventually, after a few minutes, I yelled to the audience "SHUT UP OR GET OUT!" Everyone was super stunned but some of the judges smiled at me. I got some applause as well for telling the people off.
A lot of the people I knew were caught completely off guard because they have NEVER seen me pissed off like that 😅
For context I have been going to my school for a year now and have a small group of friends including V,L,Li,A,C,Co,Ja,P and Pa
Story: so these kids who I know they don’t like me but we usually ignore each other sometimes they pick on my like “I KNOW YOU LIKE VIKRAM” or WHY DO YOU LIKE FNAF IT SUCKS YOUR SO WEIRD AND UGLY” I didn’t care and never said anything, during the summer they created a groupchat and the name was literally Yeetus is lesbian (Yeetus is my nickname they used my real name for the actual name) and started just spamming me with stuff they don’t like about me I again didn’t care until they stopped picking on me and started picking on V who I was on a call with and he started crying because someone said his parents are divorced because of him I was furious because he was and still is one of my best friends I called the entire group chat screaming at them they went silent because I never yelled out of anger if it wasn’t the summer and over the phone I would actually hit them all in the face let’s just say they never picked on V but still say I like V but I know I’m just a good friend who is willing to protect them
She ghosted and abandoned me a day before my cancer surgery. Took away my access to the notes we had co-written for a story we'd been writing for 6 years.
I'm still calm. I haven't done a thing. My nightmares, on the other hand, are a different story. And I'll just leave it at that.
I worked at a foundry for a few years. 2 years in we got a new foreman (promoted from the floor,) and he proceeded to make such a mess of our entire building that I managed to get fire for my "aggressive attitude".
No shit sherlock, the idiot would actively pull my arm to get my attention, while I ws holding large spoons full of molten aluminium alloy. The dude was insane and i am surprised no one has gotten hurt yet
Man I lost it a long time ago
I used to be a bouncer. I was the friendly guy who talked with people to calm them down, didn't get aggressive or violent with customers. One night, I was working the parking lot during a concert, watching over the band bus, when I saw this guy flat-out haul off and punch his girlfriend in the head. She dropped to the pavement, and he pulled his foot back like he was about to kick her. I charged at him like a bull, no words, then I swung my entire arm and clotheslined him. His feet came up off the ground, and he hit the concrete out cold. Another bouncer saw what happened, and the police got called, but everyone failed to mention how the guy ended up unconscious.
The ex-girlfriend became a regular. She said she felt safe there.
1:41 yowch. Its bad enough, but halloween costumes can make injuries from fire even worsw
I was 14. I went to a party with some of my dad's friends. One of the kids I knew (Let's call him John) came up with another kid wearing cowboy attire from hat to boots. I was playing on my phone because I was bored, and this new guy (Let's call him Jake) said in an obviously fake accent, "There ain't no phones in the wild west!" I calmly told him that I didn't care, and he repeated the phrase several times before I told him to leave me alone. I was starting to get frustrated, and a few minutes later, walked up to John and Jake, who were tossing ping-pong balls into cups half-full of water. Jake showed me a very inappropriate video (one called how to make f-off pie) and I snapped. I darted around his back and put my arm around his neck, calmly explaining what I was doing in laymen terms (I was going to a karate class at the time and didn't think he would understand karate terms) while I slowly started squeezing his neck. Came back and dumped one of those cups of water on his (very expensive) cowboy attire. No regrets.
In high school, there was a guy who teased me all. the. time. After two years, his locker was next to mine, and he said something. I turned around and punched him with all of my weight behind it. I wasn't really thinking about where I punched him, so I punched him in his back, shoving him into his locker. He never teased me from up close again.
when i was in middle school, grade 8, my best friend and i were making some guitars out of cardboard for a band project. they were made out of just one sheet of cardboard and being life sized, they were pretty flimsy. towards the end of one particular school day, i had these guitars laying across my desk on top of my backpack and other things so i could take them home. this one snot-nosed brat of a kid who sat across from me was poking at the guitars and laughing at how bad they looked. they were supposed to look bad as they were going to be used as props for a cringey lip-sync concert my best friend and i were doing for our band project. i told this kid to stop touching them, because the neck of the guitar was starting to bend and crease because of him poking it. he said “you can’t tell me what to do” and continued not to smack the head of the cardboard guitar off the side of my desk, creasing and going limp in multiple places. i asked him multiple times to stop touching it because he was going to wreck it. i was so pissed at this kid, and i hated him to begin with for being an asshole to me and many others before this, so my patience for him was already thin. he smacked the guitar hard enough that it had folded at a 90° angle, and paint had started chipping off where that fold had been made. i saw red and grabbed a wooden metre stick leaning against the wall close to my desk and struck it down right on top of his head. the sound was so loud, as though you had slammed your fist on a table. he immediately yelled “OW! WHAT THE HELL THAT HURT. I DIDNT EVEN DO ANYTHING” in the loudest, whiniest, and most obnoxious tone that had the teacher look over to us and asked what happened. the kid immediately started lying to the teacher, saying i had smacked him for no reason, while everyone else around me came to my defence. then, the end of day bell rang and our teacher just told him to go home. i didn’t get in any sort of trouble, probably because our teacher liked me, but also because the kid had it coming for not stopping when asked
Honestly with the firework story, pretty sure it was a case of, if they take the guy who shot the firework in, then they'll have to take the OP in as well for trying to break into their house which is also illegal. If the cops were called before that happened then a better chance at them getting in trouble would have happened. That or due to not having any evidence besides someone's word(unless the burns were visible) they couldn't do much.
Well, my story might’ve landed me in jail if the dude I was up against had more balls, but here we go.
So... my little sister has never had the best taste in romantic partners. Legit hellaciously wretched childhood, understandable, long story. Suffice it to say that many of our family members should be in prison. As such, I'm what people would consider weirdly chill about most things, yet I carry a flash fire temper when it comes to how protective I am, particularly of said sister.
Anyway, on this day (a little over a decade ago now), her latest abusive ex had broken into _my_ apartment (where she was hiding out from him) and attacked her. He would've SAed her too, but I got home from work before he could. Now, I was already in a realm of pissed off that I'd never been because I'd somehow felt something was wrong on the way back, like I could feel her pain and terror and there weren't words for how infuriated I was. But when I walked in and saw him going after her...
Well, let's put it this way- my sister said I acted like I was possessed and that the asshole was wetting himself from the force of it. I vaguely remember holding a knife to his throat after he was bleeding on the floor.
He was the nephew of my city's chief of police and, after it was over and my head cleared a little, I dared him to run crying to his family. Hell, I offered to go to them myself and spill everything he'd done to her (which was obvi more than just this incident). He evaporated from our lives after that night.
Nobody messes with people I care about. I may look like some short, weak little nothing, but I was raised a farm kid and I'm a _lot_ stronger than I look. I've put down people three times my size without breaking a sweat.
I. LOST it. At the Troglodyte.
My case... I'm a pacific person, quiet and stick to myself even in social situations. Mostly listening instead of talking. Also I have a huge patience since I've learned to manage my emotions and feelings from early age (thanks to gandpa) and I am able to go through high tension scenarios with a cold leveled head. But...
One day I was starting a relationship with this girl and she had one of her exes who wouldn't stop texting and asking to see her, not even after she stopped replying to him. She would also be a huge liar to me at the beginning and still text some of her lovers in the early stages of the relationship and me being patient thought she would stop (which she did eventually). But it would take a few months, a lot of lies (from her to me) and me feeling mocked and played to finally burst. One of her guys appeared at her place one night asking to see her since they were texting each other that day, I confronted her in front of the guy and she said in the most "innocent" way "I was only playing". At this point the guy tells me "how about you go take a walk and give me some time with her, mate?". That's when without breaking eye contact wih her, I grabbed the guy by the neck and proceeded to beat the cocky attitud out of him. Broke his cheek bone, knocked several teeth and left him bloodied in the side walk. After that the girl would stop with every bullshit. I didn't threat her, I didn't yell at her, but she was scared of me from that point onwards. Before leaving her (a few months after that) O told her to never mock another man because she doesn't know what is going to be said man's reaction. That i took it on guy because he was a man, but other man could've easily taken it on her too.
3:00 you said it twice.
Love your content. I think it could benefit from an editor or a final proofread before posting. A lot of your recent videos have repeated audio lines or mistranscriptions from your voice to text software. Keep creating! 😊
My brother is a good guy. He acts tough, but largely doesn't get into fights or insult people (on purpose, he is a bit stupid and will insult people thinking it's a compliment lol). Well one time a few years back, he was probably around 10 years old, he came back to the campsite we were staying at crying and holding onto my little sister. My baby sister is 4 years younger than him, so would have been about 6 at the time, and she has a speech impediment. My brother also used to have a speech impediment so it is something they have bonded over. Well it turns out some kid at the playground had been making fun of my baby sister for her speech issues and my brother had SOCKED THE GUY. Now some more info on my brother: he's buff, even when he was 10. He's very into sports and is quite athletic and toned as a result. I guarantee that punch in the face had hurt, bad. My brother felt bad about it, he had never hurt anyone before or since, but we told him he had done the right thing for standing up for his little sister. I'm still proud of him for it to this day.
A bit late to the party but I’ve got one.
I don’t get mad very often, and only really get angry at unimportant things like losing a game of Mario kart and even then it’s exaggerated for the sake of humour. This story takes place during a group project I was doing for uni (you can see where this is going), we were a group of six and had to make a 1:30 short film. I had already divided up all the shots between us so that there was a reasonable work load.
But there was this one person who never came to class, only communicated through dms not our group chat, heck it took us a week just to find the guy after the groups were assigned. This person didn’t do any work and gave no explanations, they would make promises and just not deliver so i was already annoyed. When the ‘incident’ went down I had already finished all my scenes and was looking for something to do. This person had ONE shot and it was dead easy, would take less than two hours but we had gotten nothing, so I decided to send them a message saying that if I did not get a reply in two days I’ll just do the shot myself.
Two days go by and me and two other members of my group were all in class and I hadn’t gotten a reply so I did the scene, literally took me an hour and half. And then, like ten minutes after I finish, I get a reply where they basically said ‘sorry, I’ll get a rough to you today’.
When I say that I lost it, I mean it. I started shouting just in pure disbelief. My other group mates also started shouting . And it was at this moment that the heavens decided to open and unleashed a massive hail storm, exactly when I lost my shit it was incredible
One of my group mates decided to message them and ask if they had done ANY of the tasks we had asked them to do and all we got back was ‘no sorry’
I had to take a walk because I was getting so angry. By now other groups had heard the commotion and were starting to get angry on our behalf. I made to the lobby of the building we were in and just started pacing I was so furious. My groups mates came down to join me and we ended up going out into the storm and screaming at the sky, something I highly recommend everyone tries at least once because man that was vindicating.
After that we went back inside having mostly calmed down and continued with our project. But I’ll never forget incident as the angriest I have ever gotten in my life and hope for my own sake nothing ever tops it.
The shit group mate never did finish that shot btw
im not sure if i was or am/still am a calm person, but between the years of 2018-2020/2021 (between when i was in 8th grade and 9th grade), i was lining up in my class line after lunch and there was a new marvel movie releasing some time that year (i think this happened during the spring or early/mid fall, i don't remember clearly), as my class was waiting for our teacher to come out and signal us to come inside, people were talking about/trying to spoil the movie to me by using stuff that was seen from the trailer. some of the things i remember them saying was "iron man dies, spider man dies, hawkeye dies, thor dies, captain America dies..." stuff like that. i got fed up with them, as it was getting real annoying with them repeating and repeating and repeating and telling me what i saw in the trailer (iron man looked like he died in the ship of the characters from guardians of the galaxy), and then i yelled out "ENOUGH" to the point the entire area went quiet, it seemed like i even shut up some cars too as it didn't sound as busy as it was before hand... as far as i know, it was at least everyone in the area and some birds that went silent, but it felt like everything went silent... people who were there that year didnt do much of anything to me after that... I'm also/was real quiet and shy so it also came as a surprise to me as well...
4:32 got to admit that’s one hell of an insult
OP didn’t just go for the throat she ripped out the entire jugular vein with that comment my God
I chased a kid around a lake with a dead tree when i was 6 or 7. Wasnt a big tree but still a funny visual for a 6 year old to be wielding it
I had a crush on this mod on a decent sized discord server. He kind of led me on, which was fine. I was an adult and he was just being kind of a jerk, so I let it go. I had a different friend, who was underage, in the same server. By friend I mostly mean like, complimenting her art and stuff, if she was having issues with school I would give her some advice. I was maybe only three years older than her, it was nothing too weird.
Well this guy starts flirting with her. He was 28. And he was British. He lef her on, telling her he would visit and they could meet IRL. She didn't tell me ANY of this, until after he broke her heart and dated a different mod from the same server. I can get he maybe realized how effed up it all was, but I was beyond livid.
I sent this guy three or four paragraphs of a deep psychological analysis that basically tore into him, into why he was a piece of crap and a p word for what he did. The mod girlfriend messaged me saying 'be nice to him, you made him cryyyy' like he was the one wronged.
Well the issue got pushed up to the streamer who owned this discord, and the friend I was defending was also a mod, just not a high level mod, she was present when they were talking about the issue. The streamer sided with me and told the guy to back off and keep to himself. He didn't get unmodded unfortunately, but pretty much everyone in the server knew to steer clear of him. I stopped being active there because he was still there, but I'm glad I blew my top for that girl. I still have screenshots of what I sent (in case he tried to claim I said something I didn't, I also sent that to the girl bc she deserved to know what I was saying to him about the situation) and I remember the paragraphs are LONG and quite mean. Reducing him to tears was worth it.
Much like most of these comments, shy, quiet, bullied. I had it all. Still am really quiet and reserved. Fall of 2015 when I was 16, we lived in these apartments. We had a good friend group going. One day, one of our friends brings her friend. This guy was an arrogant jackass. I didn't enjoy spending time with him, and I didn't want my little brother, who was 10 at the time, spending time with him. So I was taking my brother back home. We turn the corner to go up the stairs, and this guy says "Hey! You forgot your balls on the floor!" Chucks our football at us. Hits my little brother square in the face. My little brother's nose started bleeding, and I remember that feeling of all consuming rage that enveloped me. I picked up the football, threw it at him as hard as I could, and while he was distracted with it, I rushed him and tackled him against the metal table we had there. When he fell on the ground, I kicked him in the face again and again and again until my friends yanked me off of him. I remember screaming at him. I remember the lack of control I had. It felt like I was just spectating through my own eyes. The very next day, I went to his door and confessed to his parents that I was the one that had done it and apologized to all of them. To this day, I'll never understand why he protected me, but his parents didn't pursue anything because he asked them not to. After that, we became half way decent friends.
When i was a kid there was this Guy named Gonzalo dunno if ITS an english name too cuz im not english, well he was just a little Pain in the ass every playtime and stuff he had to come where i was with his like 8 Friends and started annoying me, insulting, laughing and more stuff. Actually i think he was angry with me because a girl he liked was in love with me and i knew he was angry for It. Every time he annoyed me i said to him i didn t liked her because i actually didn t. One day, his Friends came and started bullying me as always and i ignores him like i always did, then, they started insulting my family very roughly and started to do physical damage. The bell rang and he started literally kicking me in the ass because he was like mid my arm height and after their friend did a wall to make me stop and he kicked me one last time i slowly turned my back as my vision literally turned a little bit reddish and the kid started running away, i started running soo soo fast It was the fastest sprint i did in my entire Life. I quickly catched Up to him Even tho he runned fast and did a thing i don t remember with his hands. Well i literally maked him fall and almost slam his head onto the floor and started stretching his arm as hard as i could while i yelled insults at him, oh and also i was pushing his head into the floor. I stopped when his screams of Pain finally pierced throught my anger and stopped stretching and pushing him. He was literally crying in the floor as loud as a goddam whale as i just leaved while their Friends started running a bit from me. Got a report and got expelled for 7 days and he got nothing but a dislocated arm and a red/purple face after that he keeped annoying me but never ever touched me again. Can t say i was Happy:3.
i'm not a reddit user however this story is one of my like to tell on occasions just as a little reminder which is 1 time I almost threw a chair at someone that guy actually had it coming from was really annoying
In fourth I screamed at a second grader. My younger brother had just started going to school in my school that year. About halfway through the school year we found out he was autistic. So I found some kid making fun of him and lost it. I probably would have hit this kid if the small rational part of my brain that was still working wasn’t like “If you get suspended or expelled this will happen again but you won’t be there.” I think I should’ve acted differently and tried to explain why he acted like he did but I wasn’t thinking straight. I’m normally the type to lower my head and not talk. Then yelling like that was out of character for me.
take a shot every time he says "i lost it"
I would say I'm a pretty calm person but my story about losing it is when I was at a scout meeting and my brother stepped on my big toe, now at that time I had an ingrown toenail, he stepped on my foot by accident and I yelled FUCK, I had never cussed before that moment.
I definitely was the quiet kid who lost it two or three times over the course of my education but, to be fair, I did always warn people a few times what would happen to them if they didn't stop, and then they were still shocked when I followed through. Mate, you might be a chav but if I tell you you'll get slapped if you keep yanking people out of their chairs in the cafeteria and throwing them to the ground, doesn't matter what a nerd or good girl you think I am, you're getting slapped.
He burst into tears and I got in trouble basically immediately. Thanks for stopping him assaulting people, teach! Clearly you *were* paying attention considering how fast you yelled at me.
Goddamn story 15. Now that is creative
I was extremely reserved as a teen. Sex jokes made me uncomfortable and I was extremely shy. But, I'm gay too and one day during a field trip someone said, "Why do lesbians date masculine women when they could just be with men? What's the difference?" I was really angry, so, I said, "Not all lesbians are attracted to that. I'm not. But, I think having a pen!us is the problem here." My teacher almost crashed the car. 😅
I was always the quiet one in the dance studio I was going to and a lot bigger then most kids (so most left me alone) but I was never in front or in the middle of the dance those spots went to her favorites anyways there was one single boy who danced in our class (I think he never wanted to dance at all) and due to being the only boy that led him to be the star of every dance we did. Now I never made friends with him so it came to my surprise when he sat next me one day and started bragging about something, now I was already having a rough day and when he started talking to me, him the star dancer of every dance, I snapped. I grabbed my jazz shoe from my bag and slapped him across the face with it.He started crying and ran to his mom we sorted it out and I never got in trouble nor did he ever talk to me again
From what people tell me, and what I hear, I think I certainly qualify as a calm person. And so far, besides one time snapping at my brother as a child over something I'm pretty sure was really more so my fault than his (and we're totally good now), I never really "completely lost it". But I've often been about to. While I am still very calm, I certainly have gotten to a point where hearing too much bs already gets me seething in my mind. And given that I am also often told to have a way with words... I am strangely kinda looking forward to someone daring to cross the line, lol. Which might mean that it could happen sooner or later. But I also know myself enough that I won't go off unless someone REALLY goes for it. So far, worst things I do are really snarky yet calm comebacks when someone gets too cocky and annoying.
Funnily enough, despite all that, I once got someone scared that I would beat the cr*p out of him, and I don't know why? In elementary school, the small brother of my big brothers pal, who went to my school, promised to borrow me his Mario Kart DS game. And because he kept forgetting it, he was genuinely scared I would beat him up. My best guess is that he heard some horror stories about my brother. Who wasn't quite as unhinged as one may expect from that story back then, but certainly known not to pull a punch when it really comes down to it.
Oh no I think I know story 15 it’s such a good one and is one of the best examples in my opinion of a calm person losing their absolute shit
If I was in the 20 something woman’s position I would’ve calmly and politely said “is he deaf?” then had a polite, genuine conversation about different disabilities and how normal people perceive people with disabilities. then I would’ve insisted that we to go to the toy store in that mall and I would’ve bought the kid a stuffed animal for him to snuggle with because I’m a nice person goddamnit and I am a rabid and vocal advocate against hatred or abuse of people with any form of disability because I’ve been through that I know how it feels because I am a high functioning 30 year-old autistic woman
I've never really REALLY lost it but i had this one time in middle school where me and my group were working on a school project in the library. (PS back then when i was maybe 14-15 i was 6'2'' and probably about like 220 pounds? idk i'm not American. And i was just like a very calm quiet kid who tried to fit in yk) So we were you know casually working along for a little discussing stuff and so on, on these very very long but thin desks. And since i was a large fellow i loved to have my elbows on the table while doing stuff (i still do) i calmly asked my classmate in front of me to make some more room as he was hogging up all the space. And just refuses to do so also after i asked him multiple times again calmly to make just a smidge of more room. And you know looking back i probably should've just taken a seat with no one in front of me but ig i was just either too lazy or annoyed that day lmao. But what i did instead was try to push his computer a little further away by the screen. But then he grabbed the other side of the screen and pushed forward. So the screen (which i couldn't see) like made this weird look apparently that could've seemed like it broke (which it thankfully didn't) but then he got pissed off you know which is also fair and ig both of our faults? And he went to slap me not too hard or soft but i must've moved or something because i got a fist straight to the lip. And by then i had pretty much had enough of the situation. So i just SHOT up from my seat and looked at him for a fraction of second with what must've been some intimidating eyes or something idk i couldn't exactly see myself lmao. But before i got to the physical part (i was ready to pick him up out of that seat and slam him to the ground at that point) he immediately started apologizing rapidly and loudly at first. Which made me pause for just a second and realize he regretted it at least and that it might not have been his intentions to punch me. And that just stopped me in my tracks and thank god for that because at that time i had some serious issues lmao. And after that i just kinda you know teared up and laughed it off and had a swollen lip for like 4 days which wasn't really that bad. We made up and got out on both sides really well. I'd love to see what i looked like from his perspective and train of thought tho. Always wondered if i look intimidating or not. To this day i haven't experienced anything else like that honestly. A lot of times i WISH i did tho just because of some more shit in my life. But also very much still to this day im just a calm relatively shy person that just happens to be super sized. I dont think anything like it will happen though unfortunately because i grew some more lmao. Atm i'm 17 years old at i think 6'6'' and about an absolutely WHOPPING 330 pounds or smthn. Which i can proudly say lets me be too myself as no one bothers me anymore lmao.
TLDR: Try to get space for my arms on desk and almost breaks classmates computer after asking politely a few times. Gets punched in the face, scares him he apologizes before i can put my hands on him
The "League of Legends" quip SENT me
14:57 That's true and that sucks.
Using law to solve issues is smart, as a lawyer I fully support this, but there are situations like this when turning to law is dumb and cowardly.
You're messing with someone for a while and don't get into legal issues due to them being a paragon, but call the moment you get the same treatment? That's the people that should never win a lawsuit, because they don't deserve to.
This is one of few things that I miss about the past: Even the most dumb specimens knowing when they fucked up and were taught a lesson.
Over here, 35-ish years ago there was a lot of "gangsters" who would often rob people in the broad daylight, but they wouldn't call the cops even if they nearly got killed by their "prey", because:
a) They knew they would only get into more trouble
b) They knew they fully deserved it and they lost fair and square
Even if someone be a harlot, that is not the way to go about it. Call them to repent, sure, but don’t use physical violence!
First 😂❤ love the vids and this narrator a lot more then the others ❤
I snapped in highschool once. Kid never bothered me again.
1:46 In that case there is a loophole,you could need to prove that they had something to do it,to get a house research permit,but the only way you coulda proved the crime,is by testing 10000s of fireworks in the esactly same weather condition. Half a celsius difference could cause false results from the house,down to the street,to prove that exact model and brand of the forework,they woulda needed to prove that the attackers had fireworks in that moments,
And testing 10000s of fireworks frok down to the street,you woulda needed to closs the street for days,what coulda destroyed the whole city's infrasteucture.
Also you would have needed to prove that the firework exactly was foing from there,but until you prove the model you couldn't prove where it came from,and until you couldn't proce where it came from,you couldn't be able to prove the exact model.
Also you woulda needed to prove that it didn't came froma helicooter over the house,or from the house roof,or from another floor of the house
If the building is more than 2 flooors,it's hard to prove exactly where the fireworks came from. And that if the firework's not fully identical looking to a bullet, then they need another mode to count where it csme from. Also they would need the exact position of the victims,the weight of the thing, exactly what materials were in it,the weather in that exact moment,etc
You woulda needed to test from the same house.where you couldn't get a house searching permit, until you prove they had to do something with it,but you can't prove they had to do something with it,u less you could get a searxh permit
The dumbest thing about Harry Potter is how many people bought the books to burn them.
These people were out the cost of an overpriced book... and they still supported J.K.R. because she still got the royalties for those sales.
People do not understand how to boycott these days.
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Two things to make me lose my cool: racism and religious bigotry. I'm generally calm (when not stressed), but have difficulty verbalizibg thoughts in the best of times. When either of those lovely topics are at play and I'm stressed, all bets are off. Gets even worse when whoever is the source of the issue is the type to have "concersations" or "debates" by talking over you and not letting you get a word in edge wise.
Just recently blew up on my uncle because he decided to go on a nationalist Christian rant regarding bringing "(his) god back to school" in my mom's house and got upset when I called him disgusting. I saw red. One of my favorite sayings goes a little something like this (and sit down, it's a bit vulgar): "Having a religion is like having a penis. It's okay to have one, and it's okay to be proud of it! However, it is NOT okay to shove it down the throats of others...especially not those of children."
Apparently, RUclips won't let me post my story; I guess the RUclips bots think what happened to me is far too graphic to regale to others.
I've got 3 stories for you, all true; I couldn't make this up on my best night of D&D Storytelling. Some of it is funny, and I've heard a lot of it is difficult to believe.
• Story 1:
I was in Pre-Kindergarten or Kindergarten, not sure which, I was around 5-years-old when this happened, but the details are still sharp in my mind. I was playing in the indoor play area and generally minding my own business, as one does when one's social structure is limited entirely to humans that sometimes wet the bed.
Out of nowhere, this kid who was playing with a toy truck (either a firetruck or a HESS Trailer Truck, I forget which) that I was waiting to use (take turns when playing with toys), decided to hit me upside my head. Standard reaction ensues, lots of crying, adult rushes over, apparently our chaperone had not been paying attention, meaning she saw nothing happen.
I asked if she was going to send me to the hospital; she told me I was a big and strong boy, telling me I did not even need the ambulance to get called. I asked if she was going to take away the truck from the kid, even back then my intuition was sharper than a tack; she told me she wasn't going to take the toy from him, but she would talk with him; I could already tell he wasn't going to listen, I told myself to watch that kid like an eagle, and my chance to play with that truck would present itself.
Sure enough, not even 3 hours pass, when I see that same evil brat get a straight-up malicious grin before he uses the truck like a baseball bat to hit this poor girl who was oblivious to his presence; she was just walking past him, completely unwarranted. The little girl goes screaming, with an injury to the back of her head, just below the skull, evil brat is lucky the girl didn't die; the same adult comes over, and I'm now hyper-aware of everything everywhere simultaneously; I've got the evil brat on my right, and the adult consoling the girl on my left, some wood tables behind me, wood chairs atop the tables, and at least 7 other children in the room with us; when I hear the adult tell the girl “it's okay, the ambulance is already on their way, the paramedics will be able to get you all patched up, and they will examine you at the hospital.”
Now, at this point, I was too young to recognize sexism, which is what was happening; HOWEVER, my mother had 2 boys before she met my dad, meaning I've got 2 older half-brothers; this makes me able to recognize favoritism “Huh, I know how to handle this.” I thought to myself. You see, my brothers would frequently do something they shouldn't, I'd do something to stop them, they would then tattle on me for what I did; I would get in trouble for them setting a bad example and me trying to get them to behave and follow the rules our parents set for us; my mother would never take my word over theirs. If I was going to get equal justice, I was going to need to get it myself, with the rule of the playground; that kid had been hogging that toy truck for over 3 hours, and it was MY TURN, NOW; so I walked up to him and asked him quite plainly “I bet you think that was funny, huh?”, and the kid started laughing, apparently he did think it was funny, unfortunately I didn't find it very funny, so I decked him right in his stupid face, just as he realized he should not have laughed.
It was at this point I confiscated the truck the evil brat had dropped, as his hands were now full holding his broken nose, before I started walking up to the girl who got hit with the truck. As I passed the teacher, I cheerfully commented “Gee, I guess it's a good thing the ambulance is already on its way, huh?” and she just stopped mid-stride, mortified; as she had just pieced together what had just unfolded under her supervision. When I reached the girl, I told her “Don't worry, I made sure he won't do that again, and I took the truck from him too.” I think she hugged me and said thanks, but I never saw that evil brat again; apparently his parents were outraged, and they tried to get me in trouble; apparently the principal kicked the kid out after consulting my uncle about the situation and finding out that I don't usually attack people.
• Story 2:
To understand why I flipped out the way I did for this next one, you must first understand the context leading up to this; to understand just how bad this city was, and how surprisingly well I had coped with everything that had happened. I have moved away from the town since then, and the place this happened is no longer a school, I heard it was an Apartment Complex these days.
When I was 8 to 10 years old, every kid in my class had stolen from me. I was trying to follow the advice of the adults and “make friends with someone your age”; well, all the children my age stole from me. I'm talking about multiple N64 consoles, multiple video games, multiple Game Boy Color handheld consoles, etcetera, you get the idea. It turned out, I was the only boy in my entire class that wasn't in a gang (Crypts and Bloods, over in Covington, Kentucky, across the river from Cincinnati, Ohio), meaning I was obviously getting targeted. Don't get me wrong, I was a chill kid compared to most other kids, usually scored B+ or better on my work, frequently would complete my homework during breakfast just to challenge myself with a timer (they never asked me why I was doing the homework during breakfast, that was why). I liked Pokémon, which was Season 1 around the time all this happened.
I was 10 to 11 years old, in 5th grade my school had helped Children's Protective Services (CPS) kidnap (take someone away illegally by force, typically to obtain a ransom) me; my father highly suspects my mother was involved; my father had full custody with prejudice (meaning no appealing the custody) because my mother refused to ever show up at the custody hearing, instead she was busy living with her Uncle who was a known Child Molester; the 2 men in black suits had me called to my principal's office, pulling me out of class top ask me “do you want to go somewhere other children your age hang out?”, to which I retorted “What about school? Won't I need to collect my homework?”
Some of you might wonder what my dad did that was so terrible as to get his custody revoked by CPS. Drugs? No. Abuse? No. Neglect? Not quite. What he was accused of, was leaving his 10-year-old child home alone when he was working as a single parent; state law cites any children under 8 requires supervision, I was two years older than what required supervision, my lack of supervision was legal. I knew how to operate a stove, a fridge, and a telephone, I had his work phone number written down next to the phone; if I somehow managed to fall and injure myself in some way that prevented me from standing up, we had a phone on the floor in the living room that could be used while crawling/sitting/standing.
On my dad's birthday, he got a call from CPS that went as follows: “We have your child. Ha ha ha ha ha.” It turns out that the “place where other kids your age hang out” it turns out was deep in Ohio (they crossed state lines out of fear of retaliation in the form of him simply driving out there to pick me up), and it was an adoption home, in the middle of nowhere; I could see a city in the distance, it looked like The Emerald City from The Wizard of Oz because it was so far away; the next day, at sunset, the men in suits had not returned to bring me home; so, I started walking. I was going to ask people for directions home, since I memorized my home address, that apartment building where I lived is still standing last I checked.
I remind you: I was a 10-year-old, walking around after sunset, and my plan was to ask people for directions to help me get home, to a city that was likely 3 towns over, in another state. Fast-forward a year, and my dad had won custody back from the state, in spite of a completely incompetent legal team; the judge ordered the school to pay for whatever psych care my dad deemed appropriate until I was 18, as the school was telling my dad they were looking for psychological help for me beforehand; the lack of psychological care was one of the things they had used in their claim that my dad wasn't fit for custody, which was false; the school was basically trying to do a witch hunt because I had mentioned seeing unidentified paranormal objects (they weren't flying when I saw them, but essentially it was UFOs). My entire family has a history of paranormal visitation, on both sides of my family; the school was just on a witch hunt, with failed attempts at brainwashing.
Now in 6th grade, I found myself learning literal rocket science; I raised my hand with a perfectly valid question: “I never plan to become a rocket scientist, where will I use this knowledge in my life? I would like to better understand the practical applications of this outside of Rocket Science before learning this, could you provide me an example, without using Rocket Science as your example?” I waited a solid 30 to 60 seconds for him to start providing an example; I was asking the teacher, and the teacher couldn't think of one example, he wasn't even speaking to stall while he thought about it; so, I left. As I passed my 5th grade classroom, I said bye as I passed by; my old teacher stopped me to ask me what was going on, I posed the same question to her, complete with reciting the equation involved; another 60 seconds, another teacher unable to give an answer.
I make it to the front door when this 300+ Lbs Samoan looking bodyguard my principal had acting as a security guard decided to stop me from leaving by sitting on me; specifically, he sat on my back, my upper back, on my lungs. I did what any sane, rational person would do after repeatedly asking him to adjust his position, only to have him refuse; I started screaming as loud as my tiny frame could muster, “Help! Murder! Help! Murder!” over and over, knowing full-well that the teachers had their doors open, and that multiple adults would respond to calls for help, especially when someone is literally screaming “Murder!” over and over in the hallways.
4 Teachers arrived, one of which was the Gym Teacher, and they started helping the fat ass on my lungs that was suffocating me. That's right! They started helping to murder me, by holding me down, so that I would stop flailing; all the while I'm screaming “I can't breathe! Get off me!” This entire process lasted for no less than 30-minutes; other memorable moments from that same scuffle included me yelling [Redacted] repeatedly; I remind you, the classroom doors were open, and other children would have been hearing this happening, before lunch.
My dying words were the AOL SFX when you close the program, it says “Goodbye”, and that was the last sound to leave my body before I went completely still, as my heart stopped; I was conscious, but unable to respond; hearing is the last sensory input to die. I realized what was going to happen from watching movies: they were going to poke the dead body to see if it was alive; sure enough, one of them suggested poking me. I shit you not, one of the other teachers said in retort:
“I don't have a stick. Do you have a stick?” (Called it!)
“No.”
“I don't think any of us have a stick.” (Duh!)
“I think the landscapers came by yesterday, I don't think there are any sticks outside.” I would have been laughing if I wasn't dead from a lack of oxygen at this point.
They finally mustered up the courage to poke me with their finger. (Without a glove! How brave!) Fortunately, I had told my body to “prime all the kinetic generators and connect them to jump-start the heart, we might only get one chance at this, make it count.” and count it did!
That one poke to my arm was enough to jump-start at least 1 chamber of my heart, which caused a cascade in pneumatic pressure; allowing my heart to start pumping again now that I didn't have 5 adults dog-piled atop me in their attempt to murder me. By the time 911 had told them to check if I was breathing (nobody had tried CPR yet, nor had they performed CPR before the ambulance arrived), I was barely breathing, no thanks to them.
When the paramedics asked me if they could examine me, I asked if they were going to charge me for them examining me after the teachers injured me; the paramedic said yes, so I said “Then, no! Go check the people who called you. I didn't call you. I'm going home.” I was 10 (it was early in the school year, my birthday is in October), and my apartment was a 30-minute hike away, on the 3rd/4th floor (depending on if you want to include the buried ground-level basement as the 1st floor, I lived 3 staircases above street-level).
The paramedics felt obviously uneasy about allowing a 10-year-old who was clinically dead (zero heartbeat is clinically dead) less than an hour ago, walk home on a 30-minute hike before climbing 3 flights of stairs to an apartment where the child would undoubtedly be home alone (no room to complain about me being home without supervision since they had literally just finished losing the CPS custody case about exactly that problem earlier that same year). I then instructed them on a driving route they could use to check my condition after they finished checking everyone that had called them; if my condition required medical attention, they should be able to catch up to me within 5 to 15 minutes, and they could drive in a circle to check on me again; I saw them drive past me twice before I reached the residential district.
In all honesty, my heart was a little weak that day, so climbing the stairs was difficult that day, but I was fine within a few days. For obvious reasons, I dropped out from school after all that; I'm still incredibly smart, one of the smartest people my friends know; I'm incredibly logical and love good jokes, funny stories, and can recite plenty of strange facts about plenty of topics; because I tend to research different topics to entertain myself, usually scientific or trade skills or game guides or biochemistry.
• Story 3:
This one is the shortest of them all. I was at the library one day, around 13 years old, waiting for my reserved time slot on the computer to roll around; I was out front, enjoying some fresh air, when these 2 out-of-town dudes walked out from the library; one guy said to his buddy “Hey, watch this.” whereupon he proceeded to call me over, only to shove me to the ground; I suffered minor scrapes, no bruises, but I started to cry, but it wasn't normal crying; there were tears rolling down my face, but I looked infuriated as I stood up, as I was apparently giving this total stranger a death-glare that made his blood run cold; he told his buddy that they should hurry back inside, they were likely out there to smoke, and they had not smoked yet. By the time I got to where they were, they had already hurried deep inside the building; so, I slammed the automatic door shut so hard that it rattled the other doors, likely damaging the automatic door's pneumatics in the process; they eventually remodeled that entire front section, so the automatic door most certainly got recalibrated since then.
I still smile whenever I think about the look of terror and regret on that guy's face when he realized he bullied the wrong child.
You are right, as a christian teologist I can assure you, it's not christlike to spit in someone at all. The one instance I remember it is mentioned in the Bible is when Jesus was spat on during crucifixion. Other than that there's only some mentions about what ifs in the law or something like that.
A woman changed her baby in the middle of the cafe, on a dining table, during lunch time and were packed. I gave her proper shit in dad voice and told her to leave. The crowd clapped. We had a bathroom. I couldn't fathom changing a shitty diaper, two feet from everyone eating and thinking it's ok. People are gross.
The last one was a cleanser
Story 15 was WILD
I’m not on Reddit unfortunately but if I was this would be my story:
Once my resource teacher let us go to her room in 6th period to work on a math test review. 2 girls I absolutely hate (they drink Stanleys ofc) came up to me and said “ErM, wE aRe GeTtInG tHe BaCk TaBlE!!1!11!!1!1!!”
I always sit at the back of the room with a divider up with paper covering the window. I was starting to get absolutely angry so I just responded with “Uh, no you don’t, I already called dibs”
They just said no and said they called it first.
I responded saying that dibs is dibs until I lost it and shouted “I CALLED DIBS!” Then that one…child…that one satanic demon in the form of a child STARTED TO MOCK ME…
I just blood curdle screeched as LOUD as I can
“WILL YOU SHUT THE [redacted] UP?!?! YOU ARE THE REASON WHY MY LIFE IS A LIVING [redacted]!!!! SO JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” I was crying so much and a ton of teachers came out of their classrooms to see what was happening. Scared those kids to death and I kinda wanted to do that for a while but I regret it…
I say it’s the best outburst I have ever done….
Help
I did not actually curse
Just wanted to make it look more… angry
I know I'm late because I'm just re-watching this video, but I thought it's a funny situation. Like, I'm just minding my own business and doing house chores listening to this and I pass in front of my brother (who was laying on the floor because he says it's better) and that little shit trips me with his leg. I had my hands full with important stuff, and normally I would just tell him to watch it, but I lost my shit when he told me he did it to get my attention to show me something on the TV. I told him he could just use his mouth and talk to me like any normal person would, and he tells me "I did it because you had your earbuds on". Now, everyone in my house knows I only have one earbud because I lost the other, and even if I had it I always make sure to have one ear free, so yeah, he was just being a jerk.