The "Yep. I'm definitely going to Hell" moment.
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OH GAWD!!!MakerOfRoads said:
That shit is fucking funny/sad...
I don't know if I'm crying because it funny, or because I feel guilty!
OT: When I was really young me and my family went to ikea. I saw this grown adult sitting in front of one of those kiddy gaming stations. Turns out he had down syndrome. I felt like shit.
I have said 'I'm going to Hell on several occasions' but there's one moment that sticks out for me. Me and my friend were out for lunch - we were at school and going to a nearby Greggs. Next to our school is a nursery as we were walking past I jokingly called my friend a **** just as I noticed the kids in the nursery playing outside.
No-one said anything but I felt pretty bad.
No-one said anything but I felt pretty bad.
I know I've probably done worst, but the one that comes to mind first happened last year. My step-sister was over at my house, being a normal seven year old, meaning she annoyed the fuck out of my jaded joyless soul. At one point she came and told me that her imgaginary frined was pregnant, to which I replied "Tell her to get an abortion."
Luckily she didn't hear me, but that was the day I realized that I was truely evil.
Luckily she didn't hear me, but that was the day I realized that I was truely evil.
I remember when a ginger girl in my French class and I were arguing.
This was in year 9 so I resorted to the 'Your mum' approach.
She said 'My mum's dead.'
I said 'That must be why she didn't move around a lot.'
This was in year 9 so I resorted to the 'Your mum' approach.
She said 'My mum's dead.'
I said 'That must be why she didn't move around a lot.'
Well maybe not, God can't read minds ***** and i wasn't stupid enough to voice these thoughts in case i'm wrong XD
On my trip to Asia. I decided it was smart to make friends with the local mafia, use drugs, smack a cop and then go back into the club. When I sobered up the next day, I seriously wondered what the fuck had happened the day before.
But I felt less bad once I was forced to pay 100 euros to get my passport back at a police post a week later. Sitting on the back of a scooter while being white is a serious crime, I tell you. After that I only carried paper copies of my passport along with me.
Generally if you travel to Asia on your own, you will most likely end up doing something which will cause you to go to hell. Asia is such a lovely place!
But I felt less bad once I was forced to pay 100 euros to get my passport back at a police post a week later. Sitting on the back of a scooter while being white is a serious crime, I tell you. After that I only carried paper copies of my passport along with me.
Generally if you travel to Asia on your own, you will most likely end up doing something which will cause you to go to hell. Asia is such a lovely place!
Heh...a couple years ago my pastor took a bunch of us snow tubing....adults like me...the youth...everyone. He stayed at the bottom of the hill for the most part with his Video Camera. Keep in mind there were FOUR tubing lanes.
I went down one of the sloops and of course the tube SLOWLY turns backwards....Right before the rubber stoppers that they put in the ground to slow down the tubes I felt a THUD and I found a video camera in my lap....I had run over my pastor who was not paying attention and was apparently recording another lane while accidentally standing in my lane. I jumped out thinking "I am going to hell for this for sure" and ran to his aid.
He was fine....just a bit dazed and when he realized what had happened he had a good laugh about it as well.
I went down one of the sloops and of course the tube SLOWLY turns backwards....Right before the rubber stoppers that they put in the ground to slow down the tubes I felt a THUD and I found a video camera in my lap....I had run over my pastor who was not paying attention and was apparently recording another lane while accidentally standing in my lane. I jumped out thinking "I am going to hell for this for sure" and ran to his aid.
He was fine....just a bit dazed and when he realized what had happened he had a good laugh about it as well.
I had just walked to a local store with my son who was three at the time. I bought him an apple juice and one of those big rice krispy treats. When i was in the store i had noticed a woman in her thirtys with a boy who had down syndrome. We went out side and my son was enjoying his snack while i was smoking a cigarette. The woman and her son leave and are walking to the car when she glares at me. she says "well i guess your son will grow up to a smoker too. some example you are setting." I looked back to her then her son and replied coldly. "well at least he won't be retarded."
I felt bad about it later but she really pissed me off at the time.
I felt bad about it later but she really pissed me off at the time.
It happens too often to count. My inner voice is very, very, very mean.
It happened after listening to the Special Olympics song, laughing until I cried, and then watched a video of an actual Special Olympic and then laughed so hard, I started to choke.
Then I sent it to my friend to laugh at.
There's also the time when I was watching tv. They happened to advertise a documentary about a 700 pound year old woman.
First thought: Damn, look at all those rolls. If they try and put her on a diet, they should check to make sure she's not hiding any fried chicken beneath her boobs.
Second thought: Or are those really just her boobs....
So yeah...gonna get the non-express bus to hell...
It happened after listening to the Special Olympics song, laughing until I cried, and then watched a video of an actual Special Olympic and then laughed so hard, I started to choke.
Then I sent it to my friend to laugh at.
There's also the time when I was watching tv. They happened to advertise a documentary about a 700 pound year old woman.
First thought: Damn, look at all those rolls. If they try and put her on a diet, they should check to make sure she's not hiding any fried chicken beneath her boobs.
Second thought: Or are those really just her boobs....
So yeah...gonna get the non-express bus to hell...
One time on a party when my friend said that the last part of the cigarette is called "the Jew" (I do not know why neither does he maybe some idiot said it once and it stuck)and I told him that he was being a bit of a dick then I looked at a glass filled with old stumps of cigarettes and said "And what is that then ? a family reunion ?"...I felt really,really bad about it directly after the words had left my mouth.
I watched a collections of photographs that were said to be a collection of the sadest/most depressing ones on the net, (guy getting shot in the head, little girl at auchwitz, father getting killed as he shields his son from gunfire, condor stalking a near-death child to eat it once it dies... ect, pretty edgy stuff in other words) however I coulnt help but to laugh at most of them - like the guy getting shot in the head had the funniest face, and the condor sort of reminded me of a cartoon I saw once.
Having an ephiphany that you have no empathy at all feels wierd - espechally considdering that I dont feel bad at all and would probably laugh if I saw them again.
Having an ephiphany that you have no empathy at all feels wierd - espechally considdering that I dont feel bad at all and would probably laugh if I saw them again.
I bumped into a girl at my friends birthday party who I had previously hit on in a manner which was later described as "quite rapey".
It also included her avoiding my advances by saying she had a boyfriend and me subsequently saying "and?"
I have a lot of shame.
It also included her avoiding my advances by saying she had a boyfriend and me subsequently saying "and?"
I have a lot of shame.
I'm sure your friend would have laughed with you. Funerals and wakes can be a celebration of the deceased's life, not just a period of misery.Murais said:
OT: I somehow managed to refer to the global recession as a Holocaust once. I think it was due to the fact that I had been studying extensively for history, and I came to associate the two.
Oh, and I shamelessly mock Eastern and Middle European culture, but I think being from that part of the world grants me a certain amount of licence.
I agree; her fault, not yours. Sounds like she wanted something for a night, you were convenient, and then she felt horrible about it later and decided to project her own guilt onto you in order to make herself feel better.Penguinness said:
Okay OT: I've cheated on two girlfriends, but to be fair, once it was in retaliation for her cheating on me. I've been used by two separate women to cheat on their boyfriends, and the second time around with one of them I even knew it, but she was ambiguous as to what 'boyfriend status' was. Still, not my proudest moment. I've had more one night stands than I care to remember and have flat out ignored some of the girls that actually called me back because I realized quickly that I wanted absolutely nothing to do with them the next day. Aside from my dubious sex life, I drink and gamble a bit and have relied on my friends more than I can make it up to them. I do always feel like shit about that last part though.
Also I pirated one game. In my defense though, it was a game that is no longer in production, so the dev wouldn't see a dime off a purchase. The only one who would get paid would be some guy charging three times what's it was worth on e-Bay. No, I'm not going to tell you which game it was, and no, I will definitely not tell you where to get it. I do legitimately buy titles that the same dev has made since then. So, I'm not too worried about that one but the other stuff ... yeah, I like to think I'm generally a nice guy but other days I think I might as well start warming up the handbasket.
I've got a similar story.deathdealer69 said:
When I was 18 (I'm now 22) I went to my friends bbq party, I ended up pretty drunk and then we all moved it on to another friend house. It just so happened that this other friend had a sister who's birthday it was the very same night, who I thought was 17.
I started dancing with her, then we sat down in her bedroom and she straddled me, and we ended up kissing and heavily petting each other.
It turns out she wasn't 17, but 14.
When I learnt this the next morning it was a very "I'm so going to hell for this" moment.