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The Worst Thing You've Ever Done?
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I've made my mother cry before. Long story. I still regret it. Yes, I've apologized, and she says she forgives me, but I can't forgive myself for it.
I'm making a list of things to repent for whenever I'm on my death bed. I'll be sure to add to it through the years.
I'm making a list of things to repent for whenever I'm on my death bed. I'll be sure to add to it through the years.
I wrote on two different bathroom walls. With one, it was already covered in writing so I wrote "Stop writing on the walls", and on another I simply wrote "Bad Wolf". I hope at least a few people will realize why that's awesome.
A while back, I visited a friend's dorm, where his roomate (and my friend who I hadn't seen for a while) was drunk of his ass. Naturally, my friends and I messed with him. It started out fairly innocently, (making him play dance games on the Wii, dropping ice cream on his face and convincing him he dropped it on himself...Multiple times.) but after a while, it got kind of...Dark.
It's a little hard to explain exactly how we got here, but the bottom line is, we had him searching the dorm for an entirely fictional object. My friend motivated him by telling him that if he couldn't find said object, various bad things would happen, the severity of which got worse and worse over time. Eventually, we had him crying on his bed because he was afraid his girlfriend would break up with him and find someone new, all his friends and family would hate him, and...get ready...THERE WOULD BE NO MORE HAPPINESS IN THE WORLD. Now, this is obviously a ridiculous scenario, and it's his fault for getting drunk enough to believe it, right? Well, we THOUGHT that until be said, between sobs...Well...He said "I feel like I did when Mom died." As you might be able to gather, his mother is dead. We felt horrible about the whole thing after that.
It's a little hard to explain exactly how we got here, but the bottom line is, we had him searching the dorm for an entirely fictional object. My friend motivated him by telling him that if he couldn't find said object, various bad things would happen, the severity of which got worse and worse over time. Eventually, we had him crying on his bed because he was afraid his girlfriend would break up with him and find someone new, all his friends and family would hate him, and...get ready...THERE WOULD BE NO MORE HAPPINESS IN THE WORLD. Now, this is obviously a ridiculous scenario, and it's his fault for getting drunk enough to believe it, right? Well, we THOUGHT that until be said, between sobs...Well...He said "I feel like I did when Mom died." As you might be able to gather, his mother is dead. We felt horrible about the whole thing after that.
Caverat said:
Hahahaha, Wow. You remind me of a Dalek, in that you're kind of impossible to take seriously. "I AM INCAPABLE OF EXPERIENCING GUILT. ONLY THE WEAK HAVE NEED FOR EMOTION. EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINAAATE!!!"
My friends and I stole a Orange Contruction barrel. We brought it home and my step dad saw it and freaked and told us we had to get rid of it. My friend then put it in the woods across from my house.
Three days later my neighbor sees it and takes it out of the woods. Hes a Ned flanders type and thought someone just threw it away. It's now in his driveway. He uses it as a parking guide.
It makes me snicker everytime i see it.
Three days later my neighbor sees it and takes it out of the woods. Hes a Ned flanders type and thought someone just threw it away. It's now in his driveway. He uses it as a parking guide.
It makes me snicker everytime i see it.
I know it's quite an old post, but I just saw it... and I never felt such anger in my life...Eisenfaust said:
I'm sorry, but I just had to say something... nothing aimed directly at you, mind you, just as what has been written in said post...
OT: I made a joke about my brother's friend... said friend died due to tonsil removal surgery complications... my mother convinced him not to hit me, and I'm somewhat upset that I didnt get what I deserved for it...
Hm. I guess I'm not all that nasty, because I can't bring to mind any stuff I actually regret or haven't come to terms with in the fullness of time. The thing I regret most is slacking on my studying, but that's a bit boring to come here with. I've done a few messed up things, though.
During my grandfather's funeral (I was about 14 or so at the time), the service got really boring at one time and I excused myself to the bathroom just to get a break. Once there, I suddenly decided I should masturbate. It wasn't like I was turned on at all, I just thought I'd do it so I could say I had masturbated during a funeral (not that I know why I'd ever want to tell that to anyone). It was very cold and dispassionate and far from satisfying, and afterwards I just went back inside. When I look back at it, I can feel a bit creeped out by that, but I don't actually regret it as such, since it really didn't hurt anyone.
I once kissed my little brother, back when we were like 12 and 10, respectively. Not like a affectionate kiss on the cheek or the forehead (as I still do; my bro is awesome), but an actual tongue kiss. We were lying on top out aunts bed, only dressed in trunks because it was really warm. I was mostly asleep, and I think he was totally asleep. In some way, we twisted and turned so that our lips came up really close to each other, and I'm not quite sure if I did it on purpose or not, but I slid my tongue in between his lips. I had about time to register that it felt nice before something in me panicked and I pulled away, waking him up as well. He never mentioned it, so I don't know if he registered, but it worried me for a good month afterwards.
On a slightly different note, two girls once tried to talk their way of out the ticket price on the place I was working by offering to let me fondle their boobs. I was about 17 at the moment, a virgin (and at 23, that is still the state of the matter, boohoo) and easily duped. I knew the type, though: I wasn't going to get any money from them in any case, and the business that night was to good to make a big deal out of two passengers and slow the whole thing down. Naturally, there was no privacy on board, so we had to wait until we reached our destination where, being a busy night as I said, we immediately got a full load again and had to leave right away. The ladies ran off waving at me, and I cursed my foolishness. Now, I still don't think I'd have gotten any money from them, not matter what, but I wish I'd not have been fooled like that. It stung my pride.
During my grandfather's funeral (I was about 14 or so at the time), the service got really boring at one time and I excused myself to the bathroom just to get a break. Once there, I suddenly decided I should masturbate. It wasn't like I was turned on at all, I just thought I'd do it so I could say I had masturbated during a funeral (not that I know why I'd ever want to tell that to anyone). It was very cold and dispassionate and far from satisfying, and afterwards I just went back inside. When I look back at it, I can feel a bit creeped out by that, but I don't actually regret it as such, since it really didn't hurt anyone.
I once kissed my little brother, back when we were like 12 and 10, respectively. Not like a affectionate kiss on the cheek or the forehead (as I still do; my bro is awesome), but an actual tongue kiss. We were lying on top out aunts bed, only dressed in trunks because it was really warm. I was mostly asleep, and I think he was totally asleep. In some way, we twisted and turned so that our lips came up really close to each other, and I'm not quite sure if I did it on purpose or not, but I slid my tongue in between his lips. I had about time to register that it felt nice before something in me panicked and I pulled away, waking him up as well. He never mentioned it, so I don't know if he registered, but it worried me for a good month afterwards.
On a slightly different note, two girls once tried to talk their way of out the ticket price on the place I was working by offering to let me fondle their boobs. I was about 17 at the moment, a virgin (and at 23, that is still the state of the matter, boohoo) and easily duped. I knew the type, though: I wasn't going to get any money from them in any case, and the business that night was to good to make a big deal out of two passengers and slow the whole thing down. Naturally, there was no privacy on board, so we had to wait until we reached our destination where, being a busy night as I said, we immediately got a full load again and had to leave right away. The ladies ran off waving at me, and I cursed my foolishness. Now, I still don't think I'd have gotten any money from them, not matter what, but I wish I'd not have been fooled like that. It stung my pride.
Well we'd been out drinking, our respective other halves hadn't, they broke up with us for coming in late, stinking drunk, so he went off with my other half (his cousin, no they didn't btw) and left me as the shoulder to cry on for his ex, one thing led to another, and yeah.ReservoirAngel said:
they got back together the next day, I confessed an hour after that, he forgave me, we're still friends 13 years later.
In 3rd grade me and my "crew" bullied this kid, and beat him up from time to time. Today I really feel bad about it, mostly because I got a taste of my own medicine during 8th and 9th grade... not by the kid though, but my "crew" because I beat up one of my friends in our gang because he was fucking annoying, but they turned against me and started bullying me instead, not by beating me or anything, but teasing me which actually is worse. I really feel bad about bullying that kid, and if I could go back in time I wouldnt do it again
I'm a generally decent human being, but it doesn't mean I don't have ugly stuff in my life just like anyone else.
Worst thing I've done? Called my sister a *****. To be fair, she really was being one at the time, but it's still not something you're supposed to say to a sibling.
Worst thing I've done? Called my sister a *****. To be fair, she really was being one at the time, but it's still not something you're supposed to say to a sibling.
When I was a wee lad I once called the cops as a joke to get a semi friend/neighbor off my lawn.
Nothing came out of it, but I still feel absolutely horrible about it.
Nothing came out of it, but I still feel absolutely horrible about it.
The worst thing I've done to myself was an accident - breaking my left arm and dislocating my right shoulder as well as getting a ton of cuts and scrapes, falling down a ravine on my bicycle. Not very exciting.
The worst thing I've done in a moral sense is unspeakable and I wish it never happened. That's all I can say on the internet...I'm horribly paranoid anything I type online can come back to haunt me later in life.
The worst thing I've done in a moral sense is unspeakable and I wish it never happened. That's all I can say on the internet...I'm horribly paranoid anything I type online can come back to haunt me later in life.
Told people the elevator ropes were snapping while going down in an elevator, ah the joy until we reached the bottom and I was almost beaten to death.
