• Things we did as kids we regret
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In middle school trying to ask a girl out for the first time :( I approchered her shacking like a freak and said something along the lines of "Heyy, I was like wondering if youknow me nd you were to um go hang out or something I dont know." I said it so quietly she said "What I..." and I "Uhh wish we could talk or something later?" and she responded "My friends are over there Im ganna go to them" and she walked away. I eventualy just wrote her a note, and she declined and said she wasent ready for a relationship. A month later my friend asked her out and she said yes. foreveralone.jpg
[QUOTE=redwinterwol;26207020]In middle school trying to ask a girl out for the first time :( I approchered her shacking like a freak and said something along the lines of "Heyy, I was like wondering if youknow me nd you were to um go hang out or something I dont know." I said it so quietly she said "What I..." and I "Uhh wish we could talk or something later?" and she responded "My friends are over there Im ganna go to them" and she walked away. I eventualy just wrote her a note, and she declined and said she wasent ready for a relationship. A month later my friend asked her out and she said yes. foreveralone.jpg[/QUOTE] Not using any kind of proper formatting, spelling or grammar should be a big regret of yours
riding a scooter without a helmet. Slammed my face into a mailbox. I can barely see the scar on my face
Spraying graphity on a wall and leaving traces which got a former friend of mine in trouble. I wanted that he would have some trouble because I thought he was a cunt. But actually he did nothing and now I feel bad for it.
I was about 8 and I had dropped one of my toys when a girl about my age at the time, who was noticeably overweight picked it up and handed to me, saying "Here you go, you dropped this." I quickly grabbed it from her hand and snapped back, "Don't touch it, fatty." I feel fucking terrible to this day. That was about 18 years ago.
This thread sorta reminded me of something i guess i blocked out or just forgot. We had this family friend who came over when I was like 7, she was like 8. My brother, me, and her used to always hang out naked in the bath together. I took a big shit :smith: Also when I was like 9 i was at a store and found one of those gelatin snowglobes filled with liquid. Well i was a dick and started squeezing it trying to pop it, and this 5 year old or so girl was next to me and it exploded in her face. I ran away.
[QUOTE=Fr33domRider;26126738]I was bored and annoyed that my mom won't let my watch TV with my grandfather was over. He does this nickel to ear magic trick but because I was such a little bitchy fucking faggot back then I got stilled pissed about my stupid ass TV when he tried to do that nickel thing, I got mad and told him I don't care about his stupid trick and I already know it was fake. He seemed very hurt and very sad the whole day and I regret what I said, then a week later he died due to a heart attack...... I'm so fucking sorry grandpa :[[/QUOTE] Hey, looks like someone watched the movie Click [editline]22nd November 2010[/editline] [QUOTE=Artzeraeo;26128363]Sounds a lot like the movie Click to me.[/QUOTE] omg yuo guys fml
Everything. :smith:
I just remembered one. Me quitting my violin lessons...:frown:
not getting involved more in sports for the first 2 years of high school. (I'm a junior)
I regret never playing sports my whole life. But, I'm going to be playing hockey next year. :)
Not saving money.
Giving my first pet dog chocolate when i was nine... :smith:
[QUOTE=Confused111;26194724]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.[/QUOTE] Oh, I did this at a Relay For Life last year. I then had to take a massive shit and missed out on the ceremony. I came back to my now ex-girlfriend crying because it was emotional, and all I could say was "I took best the dump." I probably should have comforted her and man, I still feel like an ass. She was really affected by the goddamn thing catching fire.
I kicked a goose once. It has haunted me ever since.
There are really too many things to list, so I'm just going to say I regret being an idiot and an asshole to everyone. I bet half of the things I obsess over everyone but me has forgotten about. But that won't stop me from regretting them until the end of time.
[QUOTE=MercZ;26218547]I kicked a goose once. It has haunted me ever since.[/QUOTE] Similarly, with me. I was walking along one day, don't remember how old I was but easily <10. I thought I'd be super cool and just ignore all the pigeons in the way, that they'd just fly off when I got close. They didn't, and I kicked one in the process of walking. I remember hearing some old ladies exclaim something behind me, and I felt really guilty and worried about the pigeon afterwards. A small crime, but cruelty is never fun. :smith:
I used a scissor to make a deck of cards of a piece of paper. Unfortunetly that paper happened to be a very important bill. Regretted it ever since.
Being silent all the time due to my stutter. Now because of this i have no friends, rottening in my home playing games all day.
[QUOTE=Chekko;26222924]Being silent all the time due to my stutter. Now because of this i have no friends, rottening in my home playing games all day.[/QUOTE] Chekko, im your friend.
When I was five I saw a bunch of older kids throwing rocks at a parked schoolbus, I decided to join in because I knew those kids, and I thought that they were cool. As soon as the bus driver came out and started screaming at us the older kids pinned the blame entirely on me since I was the only one still doing it :saddowns: I got my ass beat with a belt when I got home...
i regret punching my cousin in the face when i was browsing facepunch because he thought facepunch was just looking at the avatars and laughing and i was like no thats not how you do it and i punched him
The toilet in the flat we used to live in was extremely small, and I was about 3 years old and my mother and I were the only people home at the time. I went into the toilet and found out that by dipping sheets of toilet paper into the water, it can adhere to walls and the ceiling and it was the best thing ever. I did it over and over saying "SPLAT!" every time until the walls and ceiling were covered. When I got found out she beat me pretty hard.
I said "Worst mom ever" and my mom started crying, I just said it as a joke, because I knew she was the best mom ever, i felt SO bad... I still do :saddowns:
[QUOTE=Hardpoint Nomad;26125308]Problem? [url]http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1587110691683#!/profile.php?id=1653297083[/url][/QUOTE] HOLY SHIT YOU HAVE 203 FRIENDS! [img]http://gyazo.com/d8eecebea8e624d6fff9339974e35294.png[/img] Problem?
Beating the living shit out of someone 'cause he was treating one of my friends lik shit and now that friend is a dick who thinks he is a big man. :sigh: And this [QUOTE=Chekko;26222924]Being silent all the time due to my stutter. Now because of this i have no friends, rottening in my home playing games all day.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=iJeax;26225108]HOLY SHIT YOU HAVE 203 FRIENDS! [img_thumb]http://gyazo.com/d8eecebea8e624d6fff9339974e35294.png[/img_thumb] Problem?[/QUOTE] HOLY SHIT DO YOU ACTUALLY KNOW ALL 203 OF THEM PROPERLY? Problem?
Aw fuck. When I got into school at 6, the shittiest time of my life began. I was a calm and well-mannered kid, I knew of nothing bad in the world and thought all people would get along as well as me and my parents. I had no friends at that age but that was fine because I had family instead. But thinking about this first year in school still disgusts me and most likely gave me my extremely strong mistrust in people. Because these kids were cruel. They noticed that I was kind of silent and thought it was awkward, so I became the asshole everyone would stomp on. They would do the typical stuff, draw silly pictures, call me names, but not in an innocent childish manner. They systematically searched for ways to hurt me as bad as possible. If I ever showed the slightest attachment to anything, they would take advantage of it. When they found out, I never heared a curse, they would walk up to me and wisper something like "Fuck you, you weirdo" right next to the teacher because they knew I would have never dared to say a curseword myself and thus not being able to tell the teacher the gravity of their insults. It really disturbs me, thinking about how they would corrupt the innocence of a 6 year old. Because I never had to be the way I became. I started hating them. But the more I fought back, the more trouble there was like when I punched a boy in the nose after the first months of abuse, the teachers would call me dangerous and socially troubled, like I was the cruel one. But what I really regret is that I always tried to win their respect. They were such obvious shitheads, but I did what they told me. Like when I rolled the clay figures displayed on a table into a ball because another boy told me it would be the coolest thing ever, the teachers just thought I was being a dick and a bully. Or inviting a boy over to my place to play only to find he really just tried to steal my toys. But that one thing just makes me so mad at my 6-year old self. One of the boys told me we would go on an adventure. He had a time machine and we would have loads of fun, if I only gave him 100 bucks to finish it. Of course I knew that there was no such thing as a time machine, but I thought that I might win his trust if I pretended to have faith in his great project and gave him my financial support. So I fucking went to my parents and told them I needed money for a school trip. Having no Idea about the insane amount of money I demanded, they didn't believe me for a second and kindly asked me for the rel story. Now I was fucked beyond believe. I was scared because I knew what happened if I told them, but I saw no other way out. I fucking sayd I needed money for a goddamn time machine another kid built. I was too young to describe my real goal, so my parents thought I was fucking retarded and also tried to rip them off. I never got to explain myself properly and that evening something changed in the climate at home. Everything lost its innocence. I am mad beyond belief at how I did everything to get the respect of a bunch of shithead kids. But I had noone. I guess I just wanted to have a fucking friend. Wow, I never thought about that story much, but now that I thought about it in detail for the first time, I realize how much it influenced my charakter. At one point, I was really struck by the realisation and froze in my tracks. Internet, the anonymous psychatrist confession couch I guess. That helped. Man I have to take a break and think about other stuff from my childhood. [b]I dont want to depress the shit out of you, so there was a bright side to it, too[/b] That didn't change until I was 13. because my notoriety would stick with me until then. But at that age I met other teens that had the same problems. For the first time I gained confidence. I didn't need the other asshole kids anymore. I had friends like me to back me up. We eventually became the local goth kids. I know the mental image that must form in your head now, but that was at a time before the Emo culture dragged it down the shitter and before any regular jerkoffs would decite it was cool to join just for the sake of feeling pseudo-elitist, or acting all deep and poetical. After all, this is the beauty of youth. Being able to act all crazy and just enjoying yourself with friends to the fullest extend. It was not about standing above everyone else, it was about not needing anyone else finally having a place for your own, and not depending on the respect of a bunch of prejudice Idiots. I had my first relationships there, and even after we grew out of the image we still kept up the frendship. Eventually, we would reunite in the form of a motorcycle club. But I am telling you the story of my life here, fuck this.
[QUOTE=Killerelf12;26195231]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.)[/QUOTE] Bitches be crazy, bro, bitches be crazy...
[QUOTE=CabooseRvB;26207320]riding a scooter without a helmet. Slammed my face into a mailbox. I can barely see the scar on my face[/QUOTE] I'm trying to picture how you managed to accomplish such a thing... I regret being too quiet.
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