Cut myself with a razor to see if it would hurt. Surprisingly, it didn't. Which caused me to go slower. That did hurt.
When I was around 12 my father dared me to shoot a squirrel running across the fence about 10 yards out. I didn't want to but I decided to shut him up. Got the squirrel right in the ear. I cried immediately.
Vandalizing the local dry cleaners place. Feel bad about that one.
Racing my bicycle down a hill and into traffic without stopping. I had a vague awareness that I would be okay but in hindsight, the cars could have hit me without me ever seeing them coming. Stooopid!
Oh yeah. I forgot. Before bar codes were mainstream I used to switch price tags to get my Barbie clothes for real cheap.
Collected foreign coins and used them in gumball and soda machines.
My favorite pass time.
Putting the cat in the dish washer, in the dryer...putting him on something swarming with bumble bee's and throw him into big puddles of water. I would even throw him at the big dogs....I can hear PETA calling any minute.
you know what would be really really funny? if i printed this post, put it in an envelope and actually sent it to PETA,maybe even the cops! ha
Getting angry that my friend broke my water balloon another friend gave me, then breaking the class' red dustpan that I was trying to use along with a broom to sweep the balloon bits up (obviously a bad idea).
Then I got scared and asked the red group leader to pass me red tape so that I could tape the red dustpan up before the teacher came in for lessons. I didn't make it in time and cried when she came in because I thought dustpans were expensive (a couple of hundred bucks?) to replace and that I'm going to have hell of a whipping from my mum when she knows about it.
My teacher ended up laughing in desperation at my naivety. And tried to comfort me while telling me that now she has to waste time and money replenishing the red tape.
Well, let see in elementary school I did some shoplifting, enjoyed scaring the crap out of my girlfriends by banging branches on their bedroom windows at night, or my kid sister by throwing spiders at her, I also stole money from her piggiebank on a regular basis to buy myself french fries, killed off my own piggiebank and a few of my friends (I talked them into it), played a lot of "tag" on building sites, climbing up and down scaffolding and running on ledges etc (amazing that I didn't break my neck), oh and yeah, used to steal fresh flowers from graves (I kid you not) and sell them in order to finance my candy habit. Oh...not to forget a rather devious plan to catch, tie up and undress a girl I didn't like and show her off to the neighbourhood boys for money. She managed run away, thank good.
When babysitting I would systematically go trough every drawer, closet, cupboard, to look for hidden things, porn mags, secrets etc, and also try on their clothes and make up, but be careful to put everything back in exactly the same spot. I broke off every door in my big sisters dollhose when I was mad at her (I was about 5) and I knew she would kick my ass for doing it but it was so worth it. Used to arrange competitions for my cousins (boys) in summer and threathen to beat up whoever lost, I wacked another cousin over the head with a tennis racket in order to "displin him", vomitted down my fathers neck while he was driving (suits you right for smoking in the car dad) and lots of other stuff.
All this by the age of 12.
Does any of this sound like ISTP behaviour? I am not 100% sure of my type
btw I am female
I can relate. I'm afraid of even getting into all of it.