Things you never got over?
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When I was younger there was a monthly magazine/book published called The Ancestral Trail. I collected it for years, but as I grew older I became less interested and decided that I'd cancel my subscription so I'd have a bit more pocket money. What I didn't know was that the next book was the last in the series. Over four years I'd been following that story and never got to see the end of it by one magazine.
When I was a kid, I looooooved Star Wars. Growing up in the early 80's I had all the toys. Above them all I had two that I absolutely loved. The Rancor, and Ewok Village. I LOVED these toys. So much.
And my older brother broke them. He broke ewok village. Ewok. Fucking. Village.
o_o
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE!
(clearly I'm still not over it)
Oh and he broke the Rancor too. And all my thunder cats. And some of my battle beasts. Asshole...
And my older brother broke them. He broke ewok village. Ewok. Fucking. Village.
o_o
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE!
(clearly I'm still not over it)
Oh and he broke the Rancor too. And all my thunder cats. And some of my battle beasts. Asshole...
Back when I was playing Diablo 2, my brother and a friend of mine who lived close by also had characters
My brother was not further in the storyline than me, but my friend who came over a lot to play it was already in the last act and I hadn't even killed Diablo yet
I got jealous and deleted his save file, only to later blame it on a game malfunction, which was complete bullshit
Don't know why but even to this day I feel like such a dick for doing it, especially as I let jealousy over something that didn't even matter get the better of me.
My brother was not further in the storyline than me, but my friend who came over a lot to play it was already in the last act and I hadn't even killed Diablo yet
I got jealous and deleted his save file, only to later blame it on a game malfunction, which was complete bullshit
Don't know why but even to this day I feel like such a dick for doing it, especially as I let jealousy over something that didn't even matter get the better of me.
A few guys convinced me to buy WoW, abandoning me literally a day after I got it and started my toon. One of my friends (among those who convinced me) came over to my a place and built my character 'for me'. It was utter bullshit and I don't really speak with him anymore, not because of this mind you, mostly because he's an ignorant, egotistical, stubborn ass-dick.
On a more serious note, when I was 9-10ish I walked downstairs only to see the dog - a gigantic white fluffy Kuvasz - dead, stiff as a board, in the family room at the foot of the stairs. He was the first dog I ever had and I loved him to death, we'd had him since both me and my brother were born, making the dog 12ish .Even now I still have dreams where he is being taken from me and I wake up with tear stains on my face, and I rarely ever cry.
My freshman year of high school, one of my closest and oldest friends commit suicide. When I came to school that day I had heard he was on life suport and my heart nearly stopped when I heard what had happened. A few hours later, my teacher got an email saying he'd passed and she stood in the front of the class and cried, everyone else cried but me, which is what shocked me the most. The lack of emotion I showed still concerns me today, that whole time I wanted to be sad but for some reason I couldn't find any tears to cry or things to think about, but I was utterly devoid of any life for the couple of weeks. I do find myself thinking a lot deeper after this event though, pondering over things a lot harder than most.
To end lightly, the fact that I'm too much of a ***** to go up and talk to some girl who, granted, I don't know and only see in the passing periods at school, but am head-over-heels for anyway. :/ Makes it hard to sleep sometimes, which I find both creepy and concerning.
On a more serious note, when I was 9-10ish I walked downstairs only to see the dog - a gigantic white fluffy Kuvasz - dead, stiff as a board, in the family room at the foot of the stairs. He was the first dog I ever had and I loved him to death, we'd had him since both me and my brother were born, making the dog 12ish .Even now I still have dreams where he is being taken from me and I wake up with tear stains on my face, and I rarely ever cry.
My freshman year of high school, one of my closest and oldest friends commit suicide. When I came to school that day I had heard he was on life suport and my heart nearly stopped when I heard what had happened. A few hours later, my teacher got an email saying he'd passed and she stood in the front of the class and cried, everyone else cried but me, which is what shocked me the most. The lack of emotion I showed still concerns me today, that whole time I wanted to be sad but for some reason I couldn't find any tears to cry or things to think about, but I was utterly devoid of any life for the couple of weeks. I do find myself thinking a lot deeper after this event though, pondering over things a lot harder than most.
To end lightly, the fact that I'm too much of a ***** to go up and talk to some girl who, granted, I don't know and only see in the passing periods at school, but am head-over-heels for anyway. :/ Makes it hard to sleep sometimes, which I find both creepy and concerning.
I thought it was your sister pranking you?Ix Rebound said:
(I kid, I kid)
OT: Assholes at m old school...just....WOW they sucked.
my little sister erased all my saves in my dragonball z buu's fury game...had all characters level 200 the best items and was planning on comparing 2 characters after collecting all the collectibles.. to this day i still dont let anyone play on a game of mine they could potentially erase..
This, this so much.Marcus Kehoe said:
I remember a few embarrasing things from practically every year of my life since i was 5 or so. And even though i should be laughing about it, i feel awful whenever they randomly pop up and just can't let go. I wonder if they are the reason or a consequence of my insanely low self-esteem.
An awful thing i did that i can't (and shouldn't) forgive myself for (back when i was 12-14ish) is saying bad things behind the back of a friend (and cousin) because he got clingy and sort of annoying...he must've found out and aborted almost any contact with me since. I should've just said i'm sorry, even if it wouldn't have changed things.
I'm not really the guy who normally does something like this, even back then...but that just kinda makes it worse.
....sneakyGenericjim101 said:
Being a wuss when it was time to man up.
When my mom died of cancer in '05, the hospital called early in the morning, alerting us that this would probably be the day. Everyone went to the hospital to be with her for her last few hours - everyone but me. No, I couldn't deal with it, and like a fucking coward I rang up a friend and told him I needed to crash at his place for a day... I just ran. I wasn't there for my mom, I didn't comfort her, I didn't say goodbye. And my little brother, usually the most irresponsible and unreliable sheep out of the entire flock, told me she died a minute after he told her I wasn't coming (after she'd apparently been asking about me again and again).
It still physically hurts when I think about it. I suspect I'll carry this pain and shame to the grave, and deservedly so.
When my mom died of cancer in '05, the hospital called early in the morning, alerting us that this would probably be the day. Everyone went to the hospital to be with her for her last few hours - everyone but me. No, I couldn't deal with it, and like a fucking coward I rang up a friend and told him I needed to crash at his place for a day... I just ran. I wasn't there for my mom, I didn't comfort her, I didn't say goodbye. And my little brother, usually the most irresponsible and unreliable sheep out of the entire flock, told me she died a minute after he told her I wasn't coming (after she'd apparently been asking about me again and again).
It still physically hurts when I think about it. I suspect I'll carry this pain and shame to the grave, and deservedly so.
throwing a fit in primary school (due to bullying and whatnot) and smacking a kids headd into a brick wall and walking away as if nothing happened.
one of my exes dumping me with a smile and telling me that she would "see me around" there still remains a hole in my wall from that day, and I refuse to patch it up because it serves as a reminder to me to not take anything for granted
one of my exes dumping me with a smile and telling me that she would "see me around" there still remains a hole in my wall from that day, and I refuse to patch it up because it serves as a reminder to me to not take anything for granted
They don't really die though. She's probably with Hinata now.Matt9102 said:
It's been so long since I've bothered typing this. I don't even remember all of it.JoshTheREfan said:
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I remember the intro being longer. It's been over a year, so I really don't remember it all.
Well my self esteem is irreverably screwed due to other kids always recognising me as different and excluding me, and me smiling being a que for people to make me feel bad. Which badly effects me due people thinking less of me as if I'm not confident in anything. I am confident, I just have a strong sense of caution.
I used to cry a lot about unfair things happening. Now I very rarely do, about anything. Takes death to do it now, and even then it has to be someone important to me. Either that or extreme pain or fear.
The friends I know now find it suprising that I'd be the type to cry at all, and my natural face is one people associate with depression, even though to me my face just feels normal, so people misunderstand my emotions. It's such a natural thing for my life that I had to think about it a lot just to get something to write down for this thread.
So I haven't gotten over people being dicks.
EDIT: That may not sound like a minor petty thing, but it's caused by minor things people did that they just thought was funny.
I used to cry a lot about unfair things happening. Now I very rarely do, about anything. Takes death to do it now, and even then it has to be someone important to me. Either that or extreme pain or fear.
The friends I know now find it suprising that I'd be the type to cry at all, and my natural face is one people associate with depression, even though to me my face just feels normal, so people misunderstand my emotions. It's such a natural thing for my life that I had to think about it a lot just to get something to write down for this thread.
So I haven't gotten over people being dicks.
EDIT: That may not sound like a minor petty thing, but it's caused by minor things people did that they just thought was funny.
I never finished high school.
I was in my final year during my final run of exams, and I totally broke the fuck down. I never really got the oppertunity to go back.
Every once in a while I dream I'm going back to high school, and I have to come up with an excuse for my 12 year absence.
I was in my final year during my final run of exams, and I totally broke the fuck down. I never really got the oppertunity to go back.
Every once in a while I dream I'm going back to high school, and I have to come up with an excuse for my 12 year absence.
Ok.... a few years back my mum wanted to buy herself a dolls house so she could use it to play with my nieces. having never used ebay, she wanted my help, advice, and use of my ebay account ot do it. I was up fro this, I even volunteered to share the cost of the house when we won it.
So, we found the house on ebay, and I explained how the bidding would work, and how much it would cost. We put in an initial bid of about half what we were willing to pay in total, with a couple of weeks to go.
A week passes, and we're outbid. we up our bid to about 75% of what we're willing to pay... and this goes on, the bid slowly creeping up over the week, untill its literally at the amount we posted. I keep explaining to my mother we are going to be outbid, but she won;t have it - we are winning, and the amount we've bid is just fine... and if we increase the bid, it just means its going to be increasing the amount we have to pay. The night before the auction ends, its exactly the same situation, and no matter how much I plead and explain this, my mother will not listen. I come to the conclusion I'll just have to watch the auction in the morning, and catch it then if we're outbid.
So I get up, have breakfast, turn on the computer and I'm immediately called downstairs. We were in the middle of the landlord renovating our kitchen at the time, so a lot of stuff had been moved into the dining room, and my mum had decided we had to tidy it up RIGHT THIS INSTANT and was not prepared to listen to excuses or explanations, or how a lot of the stuff we're tidying away is being put into places the plumber will be moving them out of the very next day.
by the time she's finally happy, the auction has been over for an hour, and when I get on I am depressed but unsurprised to find we've been outbid to the tune of £1.
I tell mum what has happened. Now, maybe I should have said 'I told you so' or 'I did say', but I didn;t want to be a jerk. When I explain its too late to go back and rebid, as the auction is over, and we've lost, she stomps off, angry.
About half an hour later, my aunt calls. now, my room with the computer is at the top of the stairs, and I generally keep it open, so While I wasn;t listening in, I could very easilly hear what my mum was saying. And the first thing out of her?
'I'm really upset really. We lost this beautiful dolls house on ebay, because SHE was too slow checking it.'
And that was it. Every time she would talk to anyone about losing the house on ebay, it was my fault for being too slow.
So, we found the house on ebay, and I explained how the bidding would work, and how much it would cost. We put in an initial bid of about half what we were willing to pay in total, with a couple of weeks to go.
A week passes, and we're outbid. we up our bid to about 75% of what we're willing to pay... and this goes on, the bid slowly creeping up over the week, untill its literally at the amount we posted. I keep explaining to my mother we are going to be outbid, but she won;t have it - we are winning, and the amount we've bid is just fine... and if we increase the bid, it just means its going to be increasing the amount we have to pay. The night before the auction ends, its exactly the same situation, and no matter how much I plead and explain this, my mother will not listen. I come to the conclusion I'll just have to watch the auction in the morning, and catch it then if we're outbid.
So I get up, have breakfast, turn on the computer and I'm immediately called downstairs. We were in the middle of the landlord renovating our kitchen at the time, so a lot of stuff had been moved into the dining room, and my mum had decided we had to tidy it up RIGHT THIS INSTANT and was not prepared to listen to excuses or explanations, or how a lot of the stuff we're tidying away is being put into places the plumber will be moving them out of the very next day.
by the time she's finally happy, the auction has been over for an hour, and when I get on I am depressed but unsurprised to find we've been outbid to the tune of £1.
I tell mum what has happened. Now, maybe I should have said 'I told you so' or 'I did say', but I didn;t want to be a jerk. When I explain its too late to go back and rebid, as the auction is over, and we've lost, she stomps off, angry.
About half an hour later, my aunt calls. now, my room with the computer is at the top of the stairs, and I generally keep it open, so While I wasn;t listening in, I could very easilly hear what my mum was saying. And the first thing out of her?
'I'm really upset really. We lost this beautiful dolls house on ebay, because SHE was too slow checking it.'
And that was it. Every time she would talk to anyone about losing the house on ebay, it was my fault for being too slow.
That's really suck, man. My uncle was diagnosed with colon cancer a few years back. Everyone went to visit him this one day, and apparently it was so great and he was joking around with them but also had very personal talks with a lot of family members. I don't think I was busy that day I just didn't want to see him like that... but then he got worse a couple days later so when I did see him, he wasn't really "there" and I felt so terrible. He died soon after that. I really regret not going the first time. He was one of the best people you can imagine...Sonicron said:
Also, not climbing into this girl's bedroom. Fuck. She was the first girl I was totally crazy for and also happened to be my next door neighbour. We snuck out at night many times and went for walks, made out a couple times. One night I'm at her window to get her to come out and she's inviting me in... I know what would have happened (now), but I was scared of her step dad finding me in there (their rooms are opposite sides of the hall). I also was stupid about other things in regards to her. Should have just enjoyed the experience instead of pushing for boyfriend/girlfriend first. And after we didn't talk for a couple years, we hung out one day. I went to her place (basement suite) after taking her on a date. Can't believe I didn't make a move. I was such an idiot. I always, always regret that and wonder what would have happened if I just manned up and kissed her. I swear I can remember every detail of that night even though it was... maybe 5 years ago now.
Indeed, I know the feeling. I'm glad for you that you at least got to say goodbye, even if the circumstances were unfavourable.Wolfram01 said:
Personally, I've never been able to let go of my grief entirely, and it didn't take long for me to transform it into rage and bitterness. It certainly doesn't dominate me, but it's a part of me nonetheless, always there for better or worse. It's made me a more hardened person - most things that shock other people don't even faze me; however, I think it also numbed me to a lot of positive feelings. For example, I've actually forgotten what love feels like over the past few years, and... well, the thought doesn't really bother me.
and aw I cant even feed the trolls a little bit, just a bit? Just kidding haha.