What is the meanest thing you'll ever admit to doing?

I thought about this after I struck up a conversation with the cash register guy as we waited for my order. He apologized for the wait and I said that it was better than fighting for a parking space at the mall. Then he said that the meanest thing he ever did involved a parking space, actually two. He said it was at Christmas time and he was sixteen years old and after driving around for ten minutes, he found two open parking spaces side-by-side, so he took them both up by parking diagonally. Looking back he realizes he was very fortunate no one key-jobbed him. Also, I could see a pang of guilt wash over him because he realized he was at my mercy now and was afraid I would judge him for that one moment of bad judgment.

Anybody else care to share?

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exaggeration and irony also effects our ability to reason clearly.

Don't be offended, I wasn't. The comments are so exaggerated that they're impossible to take seriously.

The lost art of sarcasm is sorely missed in this day and age. I only hope in 1000 years, archaeologists are able to rediscover sarcasm and bring it to a whole new world.

And it IS funny.

It's a Johnny Cash lyric, and a great song. Pretty witty little snap actually.

Didn't have my sarcasm hat on or nearly enough coffee yet this morning. ;-)

:-)

During my "Heathers" high school years.

It took 6 of us.

I still have nightmares.

When I was in middle school, there was a girl that everyone teased. There was nothing wrong with her, it was just a case of this girl being picked out to be teased by the whole class. I went along with it. And it haunted me. The teasing of her began in earnest in 6th grade (I guess, because I moved here in 7th grade). Wanting myself to fit in in this new school, I fell in with the crowd and would turn my back when she spoke to me and do all sorts of the nasty things that 12-13 year old girls do...and felt awful doing it. But, as a serial school transfer...it was the only thing I knew to do. It came back threefold, as prophecy fortells. I became the teased in 8th grade, the most miserable year in my life. For no good reason other than.

In a sad postcript, this girl went on to lose two of her brothers to cancer at young ages (late teens/early twenties). She had become a career soldier in the army. She was on leave for her brother's funeral when she was involved in a car accident and was killed. I cannot imagine the pain of her mother. I am disgusted with myself for not being a nicer kid to her. :(

I'll tell you what I told the guy at the register, everyone is allowed to be a (enter adolescent age) year old jerk at least once in their life. (I actually got the inspiration from the Harry Potter book.)

I have never been able to get through a Potter book so thank you for sharing that with me. As adults we just get the opportunity to see what we "could have" and "should have" done...and it makes me sick. Luckily, my daughter is not following in my footsteps. She is a defender of the little guy and I am proud of how well she treats her peer group. :hi:

This should be required reading for kids who tease other kids.

Life is short and human beings should not make people's short times on earth any more miserable than fate allows it to be. People should do the opposite. We should bring as much joy as possible into this miserable world.

I cannot make up for it. I can only be honest about it. :hi:

A friend of mine just had a parent-teacher conference at her 7 year old's school. The teacher told her that her son was very kind to other children. My friend and I agreed that there really couldn't be a better quality for your child to possess.

He cheated on my best friend with this new GF, so I decided to take revenge.

mercilessly when she got glasses in second grade. Called her "four eyes" till I made her cry. But I paid for it. A few years later in 5th grade I got glasses. Next to her I am the "blindest" of my siblings. I have never gotten over being mean to her that way.

got setup with a blind date and the poor guy had been hit by an ugly stick (to my eyes). Got in the car, he drove for a block and I told him to stop. I got out of the car, leaving my best girlfriend and her date with the guy, and walked home without saying a word to him. To this day I feel abject shame and wish I could beg his forgiveness, but I couldn't recall his name the next day much less 37 years later.

immaturity can fill volumes.

Taking dating aside, I know that when my son was called gay in elementary school and was falsely accused of kissing another boy, he was devastated. You know, most people will say that there's nothing wrong with being gay, so what's the issue? The issue is that people need to develop at their own pace and that kind of taunting gave him more attention than he was emotionally ready to handle. He's quiet to begin with and he didn't know how to offset the looks of derision from all of his classmates. Even when the boy who accused him admitted to everyone that he lied and was just being mean, it didn't stop the rumors.

My son fixed his own problem by preferring a magnet program for high school instead of staying with his peers. The biggest twist of all is that they sought him out when they realized that he was college bound and the peer core, wasn't.

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than most of the above stories, and I actually don't remember any specific incidents but I would say the mostly have to do with impatience with kids..my own and the ones I teach. It doesn't happen very often, but sometimes I hit TILT and get a bit snide. Hopefully they don't notice too much. I have a lot of patience in general but there are times.... I am sure I have hurt some feelings. One thing you have to realize as a teacher is that so often every word you say goes right into the heart. Unless, of course, you are giving directions. Then no one listens.

And I was less mindful of my mother's needs in her elderly years than I should have been. She was whiney and demanding and domineering and in a nursing home for 7 years and I know she wanted to see more more, but once a week was about all I could handle.

Oh, I used to pinch our dog when I was little and when my grandfather lived with us I hid his stuff because I didn't like his being there.


Gosh..this feels an awful lot like confession! Forgive me, Father...I have sinned...

tg

Just ribb'n ya tallahasseeGrannie.

by reminding me I need to go see my mother today. :) Hey I can relate. She is not herself. Once a week is about my max. Last Thursday, I walked in and she was throwing books. She was mad at my sister becuase she thought it was Thanksgiving and wanted to go over to our other sister's house for dinner. It took over an hour to calm her down and convince her it wasn't Thanksgiving.

We used to lie to our grandmother and tell her it wasn't Saturday so we wouldn't have to watch Lawrence Welk with her. She was annoying. We were three girls and she wanted us to be The Lennon Sisters. LOL

During my mother's intermidible eldery years I had to call 911 three times and have her put in the psych ward. She had small strokes that made her act crazy and sometimes violent. Then she'd get better.

I can honestly say I do not miss my mother. And yet I loved her very much and had a great relationship with her. But those last years were awful. My memories of her are very good now. She lived to be 90. Now that she is gone I realize that when someone that you love dies, you keep loving them and that keeps them alive. I like that. Corny, but true.

My mother is the last parent hubby and I have left. We have been through this with three other parents so far. It is a bitch.

I do now remember the happy times with my dad. He has been dead 6 years. But it took a couple years to forget the final years. He had Parkinson's. It wasn't pretty.

I am the oldest of 17 grandchildren. Our grandmother (not the one we lied to about Lawrence Welk) was a saint. I have marvelous memories of spending time with her when I was little. But I have a bunch of cousins who only remember her as senile and confused. That really breaks my heart. But now that they are adults, they are asking me about her. And my sister and I love telling them stories about how much fun our grandmother was. I can't wait to be a gramndma myself; I had a terrific role model.

vacated the dorm in the middle of the night. I was very drunk and a friend suggested it so I did it.

I almost got kicked out of school. And my parents had to hire a lwayer to talk the school out of filing charges. They ended up fining me and putting me on probation.

I learned my lesson - I would NEVER do this again. I also haven't drank much since then.

OR don't change your lifestyle because of it, it's harder to deal with later in life when you fully understand the consequences of your actions.