• Things we did as kids we regret
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I threw tons of money down a drain when I was 5 and now I still have to pay it back. :saddowns:
I regret ever trying to be social in school. Kids are mean. :smith:
I regret: Being a prick in general when I was a child about 5, pulled best friends hair and made him cry after he got a haircut and told me I couldn't pull his hair anymore. about 5, Kept my brother's friend's sister from getting out of a doorway. 4 maybe, me and my mother were at our neighbors house. They were inside talking and I was outside. I looked at some pretty yellow flowers by the wall along the house and took of all of the pedals. Forced to apologize. 12, being a creep to my first girlfriend. Non-stop calling etc. uhg was horrible. But now, haha, I realize how weird I was. Masturbation. picking any scab ever, left my arms and legs and chest looking horrible :ohdear:
I don't believe in regret, mainly because I take a moment and think "I'm happy with who I am, who I've become, at the present time." So that's why I'm fine with everything that has happened in my past, perhaps even if the smallest detail, event, or moment was different, I could be a completely different person.
enter sixth grade some girl "blah blah babysitting changed his diaper tiny penis" me "you shouldn't even know about that yet" :v:
Being a violent asshole. Becoming a fatass. Accidentally knocking over a candle in a bag by jumping over it like a dumbass at a cancer memorial called the Relay for Life which subsequently set around five other bags on fire. I hate the old me.
When I was 12 we were moving out of the province in like a month. One day my mom, me and my brother (my dad couldn't go because he lived in another province and that's where we were moving) had to go to a remembrance thing for my grandpa. My great grandmothers and really old family members were there. Me or my bro didn't want to go. The next day I felt like shit about it and realized that I skipped my last chance to see them and I'll most likely never see them again. :sigh:
[QUOTE=One Ear Ninja;26194227]I threw tons of money down a drain when I was 5 and now I still have to pay it back. :saddowns:[/QUOTE] How much? Please put this into context.
Being a generally shy and quiet person, and thinking too much of what other people thought of me. Very different now from what I was, but still have some hesitations occasionally, and it's annoying. Also, regret ever dating my ex gf. Actually, that's a lie, the first 1, almost 2 were good. But once she started going all crazy and made my life hell, well that obviously changed. -20 calls to my cell in a row, then call my home phone 20 times until my parents unplugged it? -extreme jealousy issues, couldn't even talk to other girls -ran away from a friends party, then her home the next day. both at 10-11pm ish during the winter, aka pitch black outside, and she decides to run off down some road because I don't want to talk -did I mention the constant calls? -did I mention the extreme jealousy? Like to the point were me and a few friends (her too) went bowling, I was having a great night, kinda was a little louder and excited than normal(note the whole shy quiet person thing up there, I'm generally more reserved and "mature" than others my age) so what did she do? Slapped me across the face, bitched me out, settled down a bit, then decided for I still don't fucking know why to literally jump on the hood of my car. Thank god it wasn't in motion. Oh and did I mention that all happened [b][i]AFTER[/i][/b] I broke up with her? Senior fucking year was hell on earth. And that last bullet was almost a year after breaking up. Edit: Also, forgot to mention after the whole ridiculous number of calls to my house, and my parents turning off the phone, she showed up at my door, wanting to talk. Completely unexpected. Then wound up sitting outside for an hour or so afterwards crying because the conversation started becoming worse, and I ended it before she tried pushing herself inside to force me to talk. (My dad had to get her to leave, which resulted in being in the driveway, she was getting in between me closing the door.)
I was offered to feel someones boob at 14. I was 14, why the fuck did I not do it? She asked for it? :suicide:
I went into someones house, took a knife, and furiously stabbed the walls. Got caught. Went into someone's lifted boat in their yard and fire the fire extinguisher all inside. Didn't get caught. Got on a very pitched roof that was the equivalent of 5 stories in height and threw stones at traffic. I would have died if I fell off (and I leaned over the edge too). The cops came and took me home where I hid in a metal cabinet until they left. I was a dumbass.
I was out getting stoned at 2:30 when my grandma died.. It was september 11th. Oh also, Boners. ALL OF THEM.
When my friend said "I GOT TO SECOND BASE LAST NIGHT!" when I was 13, I said "OH YEAH? WELL I GOT TO THIRD BASE" got sent to the principal's office because I was a dumbass :v:
[QUOTE=Gorillaz;26196022]When my friend said "I GOT TO SECOND BASE LAST NIGHT!" when I was 13, I said "OH YEAH? WELL I GOT TO THIRD BASE" got sent to the principal's office because I was a dumbass :v:[/QUOTE] Don't talk about last friday.. They meant a long time ago.
Why regret? You are the badass person you are today because of the choices you decided to make/not make.
Before you become dickheads, this is all from storytellings of my relatives. When I was around 2-3, and was neighbouring with my granny's apartment, where my sister lived, she brough her friends in. I was so perverted back then so I touched through all the boobies of my sisters' friends. Around that time, she was friends with some girl I was always pissed off on. One time I took this wooden statue ( it weights around 0,6- 0,8 kg ) and stroke her on the head. She went crying and gone home. And I was laughing at her like a total dickfuck. At the age of 4-5, when my sister pissed me off by not letting me on PC, i ran into kitchen, took the fattest kitchen knife i found and started running around on her. God that was scary. Around age of 5 ( I remember this one myself ), i was taunting my sister with my own dick. She was so afraid of it I found it pretty useful. At the age of 3, when me and my parents took a cab to go to the centre and our family's friend Misha picked us up, during the driving he stopped too rapid because of dog crossing the road. I shouted on him "Еб твою мать, Миша, научись кататься на машине!", which means in russian "Fucking motherfucker, Misha, learn to drive a car!". Yes, with swearing included. At age of 6-7, I had a habit to fill up my dad's car by myself. One time I did that, and imitated getting inside the car by opening door, waiting 1-2 seconds and closing it. After 10 minutes of me laughing my ass off he comes back with a srsface and tells me: "I was talking to you for about 5 minutes, thinking you were ignoring me untill I finally realised you weren't even inside. Damn your shenanigans" God that was a fun time.
Finding FP and 4Chan.
I played Sven Coop instead of going out to play sports or whatever.
Not stopping my friend from throwing a rock at a girl. I still wonder now and again to this day if she was okay.
Shitting in an awkward position
[QUOTE=daumantas100;26198081]Finding FP and 4Chan.[/QUOTE] Avatar fits
I remember one April Fools day when my dad told me it was snowing and school was off. It obviously wasn't and I was pretty pissed off (I was like 5). I remeber getting a shoe box, putting my school shoes in the box, and then balancing it between the door and the wall. Needless to say, when my dad opened the door, he got hit in the face with a rather heavy shoe box. I got a major yelling at.
When I was six or seven, I had a friend whose mother died of cancer. One day after she had passed my parents and I went over to his house. Before we went my parents kept reminding me not to mention anything about his mother dying. We went to his house, and one of the first things I said to him was "Did your mom have cancer?" He's gay now.
I regret that i stabbed my balls with a needle.
When me and my (female) cousin were like, 11 or 12 she jumped out from behind something and, out of reflex, I kneed her in the groin with all the force I could muster. I felt bad about it at the time, but she's bitchy 24/7 now so I don't anymore.
When I was about 12, I came across this crow that was wounded (Couldn't fly) and was told since it can't fly, it won't be able to find food, and since it can't find food it'll starve and I should just put it out of its misery. So I drop kicked it, (thinking it would die instantly, but it didn't) and instantly felt bad and then tried to take care of it for 3 days, until it died I'm an old man now, and still feel bad about it :(
Giving up on Karate 2 levels before black belt when I was like 9 because my dad would always yell at me after practices. [editline]21st November 2010[/editline] Actually quitting all my sports because of that reason. [editline]21st November 2010[/editline] [QUOTE=dustbusta;26203727]When I was six or seven, I had a friend whose mother died of cancer. One day after she had passed my parents and I went over to his house. Before we went my parents kept reminding me not to mention anything about his mother dying. We went to his house, and one of the first things I said to him was "Did your mom have cancer?" He's gay now.[/QUOTE] I don't think those 2 have correlation.
Another something that counts since I'm 14, and still technically a kid. I hate having to tell my dad he's wrong about something. It tears me apart on the inside. :saddowns:
Being a lazy jerk and not going to visit my grandad before he died.
[QUOTE=SoaringScout;26168677]I made fun of a black person in 1st grade :smith: I'm going to feel terrible about it for the rest of my life. (By made fun of, I mean mock them for having dark skin)[/QUOTE] No wonder TH89 is so resentful
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