In 8th grade, I stole my ex's friend's Tamagotchi, and my friends and I smashed it to bits. One of the teachers found out about it later and talked to me, and he said that my friends had told him that I had nothing to do with it. I didn't fess up.
Yeah, I haven't done particularly bad things. And apparently I had better friends than I thought I did.
I would actually do that same thing....meh....I don't really care too much about how much I hurt people (as you can see I am slightly misanthropic)
Originally Posted by Orangey
Actually, you sound more like a self-absorbed, emo teenager.
A man builds. A parasite asks 'Where is my share?'
A man creates. A parasite says, 'What will the neighbors think?'
A man invents. A parasite says, 'Watch out, or you might tread on the toes of God... '
When I was in high school, I betrayed someone's confidence right in front of him, for no positive reason. I am still not sure why I did it. I knew it would hurt him and did it anyway, and it did hurt him -- he freaked out and actually jumped across a table yelling and screaming to tackle me and had to be dragged off by two other people.
We all went our separate ways after school, and about a decade later, I heard he had died back in our hometown, playing Russian roulette. I felt immense guilt, like I had contributed to his distrust and alienation from others, and maybe if I had been a better friend, he wouldn't have treated his own life so carelessly.
... but I agree that, while as bad as that is, the truly badass shit isn't going to show up in this thread from readers. Otherwise people might be arrested.
Also, it's not much to be proud of. I learned a lot from that experience and made sure I didn't repeat it. I was just being a stupid kid at the time.
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