• Things we did as kids we regret
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When I was 4 or 5 I had this friend who was a year or two older then me. Since he was older I just listened to everything he said. One day we were at my house in my bathroom and he said that we should play with each others "PeePees".... No joke I remember the exact moment that happened I'd rather not go into detail, I'm like emotionally scarred from that.
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I regret not spending more time with my family and making friends, more so with my family. I've spent my entire elementary and middle school life in video games and only until about 5 years ago during freshman year did I get anyone resembling a friend that wasn't Spyro or Barney Calhoun. I've alienated my parents so much that only we are only recently starting to be a family again. I still can't look them in the eye for more than a few seconds.
I tend to not speak to my mother, simply her presence gets on my nerves. Its odd because nothing ever bothers me, but she does it by presence alone. So I don't initiate conversations with her, keep ones she starts short, and basically refuse any favor she does for me. When shes not around I feel bad about it and tell myself I'll try to be a better son, but then she shows up and that all goes down the drain. Its my senior year too, can't wait to get out of the house, even if its a dorm instead. [editline]17th November 2010[/editline] [QUOTE=Hunterdnrc;26125391]Not to be a prude, but he is engaged. :v:[/QUOTE] Hes "15" in highschool, being engaged means they share notes in algebra and eat at the same table during lunch since they have no friends......
I regret not playing peewee football, and waiting till 8th grade to start. Something tells me I wouldn't have been quite the fat, ugly, lonely loser I am today.
[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] Sounds a lot like the movie Click to me.
[QUOTE=aliendrone123;26127887]When I was 4 or 5 I had this friend who was a year or two older then me. Since he was older I just listened to everything he said. One day we were at my house in my bathroom and he said that we should play with each others "PeePees".... No joke I remember the exact moment that happened I'd rather not go into detail, I'm like emotionally scarred from that.[/QUOTE] This happened to me, too. Except I was a bit older. Consolation hug?
Yea just a few years ago i really liked this girl and did strange things to attract her.................................................................. didn't work out.
[QUOTE=rosar0980;26128382]This happened to me, too. Except I was a bit older. Consolation hug?[/QUOTE] But what if your "pee-pees" touch? And how would that even mentally scar you? You're 5, aka you are now just able to go to the bathroom on your own, but still wet your bed at night. The concept of a penis to you is just a little stub you use to aim pee. And another 5 year old who happens to also have a pee straw plays show and tell. So what? The only thing I find disturbing is that you remember it, harmful instances are rejected by the mind and phased out after years of neglect. Either you enjoyed it, you made it up, or you were older than 5 and are 12 now so that you can't forget it yet. /ass At least I admit I have feelings of regret v:v:v [editline]17th November 2010[/editline] And since this thread is revived [url]http://www.facepunch.com/threads/400916-Most.-Disturbing.-Picturebook.-Ever.[/url] pages 7 and 23 from the book seem to fit the picture.
I regret that me and my dad played with those toy pistols that had orange vacuum arrow things and I accidentaly shot him in the eye. He got angry and I ran to my mother.
[QUOTE=DDSNv2;26127608]didnt suck my friends dick :sigh:[/QUOTE] sometimes I wish I would have done it back in elementary school at the sleepover but he only sucked mine :sigh:
I feel like if i re began highschool with the knowledge and life skills, i'd be more popular than I am now.
I regret being molested by my cousin.
[QUOTE=sniperlover;26128852]I regret that me and my dad played with those toy pistols that had orange vacuum arrow things and I accidentaly shot him in the eye. He got angry and I ran to my mother.[/QUOTE] Thats just a simple childhood mistake, nothing really to feel badly about. My sister and I were fighting in her room and she kicked me off her bed, I flew off and hit the wall, ever since then my bottom ribs can pop. She also burned my palm once but I covered for her for weeks until it went away. She is 5 years older than me, all stuff thats just a mistake, heck i realized them at the time that it didnt mean anything. Couple months ago my friend broke my pinkie with a football because he chucked it at me with some sort of horrible technique. Fractured the little guy in 2 spots and dislocated it while I just stood there talking to my friend unsuspectingly. Pinkies are over rated, therapy is dumb. Also, if you play off those situations like they weren't so bad, you won't give them reason to have these regret memories, seems like a nice thing to do to me. What else? Oh I used to skip class occasionally in middle school, when my dad came home from lunch I would go hide in the tub until he left. Not sure I regret it because I still got A-B's and if I didn't get an A it was a disappointment while my sister got C's regularly and it was alright. I stole from my parent's coin roll stacks (random change we rolled up to deposit some day) to afford 40k crap. I feel bad for stealing and basically lying to them, its lessened though by the fact whenever I get checks in the mail for say a birthday or w/e holiday. I never see the money because it gets put into a college fun account of which I never see either. They also have a college savings account for me that has a couple hundred in it, which supposedly isnt the account and they have another in my name, that we dont get monthly mail on.... To add insult to injury I had a habit of saving from an early age and at 16 created my own 1k start on a stock portfolio and created my own savings/checking account totalling around $500, yet they cant trust me with my money. So when I have cash on me, I will just tell them its 20 bucks or some minute amount so I can do with it what I like. /rant
[QUOTE=Hardpoint Nomad;26127238]Oh hey rate me boxes. Feel better about yourself.[/QUOTE] Pretty obvious that nobody in this thread finds you cool or anything like that. I think it'd be best if you lurk more.
Ood heres a good one, my first year of driving I had a race with a friend of mine (pinkie breaker from earlier), he was driving his mom's crossover, I was driving and old truck. So we were racing late at night like retards and we approached a corner. We were in a large open area off the main road and there were no curbs. So i slowed down as my hulk of a truck doesnt have the best of breaks, he kept going faster for a bit until he was a bit ahead of me. Hes going pretty fast still and pulls off at the corner, I do as well to avoid speed bumps and prevent a roll over as im still going a decent speed. Then he decides to turn his vehicle broadside to me and stop right away. Well that was dandy for a plastic 2008 vehicle but my 13 year old rust ball cant do that and so I ran into him after taking out 2 strips of grass with my tires. Looking back I thought I should of tried to turn rather than break and lock up the tires, but I would of either hit one of many surrounding cement street lights or most likely sliding and hitting his car with the side of mine. Because we both felt like total idiots (which we were), we pushed his car back quite a ways and moved mine (it still ran) to make it look like a simple teenage can't drive accident. Of course I had to take the blame as I was the one that actually hit him. His vehicle wasn't totaled, it was a fuel shut off system that prevented fires that kept him from starting it up we later found out. It all eventually faded away but its probably the biggest lie I've ever kept, the other guy said it so much he believes it now. I created the idea behind the lie (We must go deeper) so maybe thats why it still bothers me.
I certainly did things I regretted. I won't say what, but just give me rainbows.
[QUOTE=Hardpoint Nomad;26125197]I'm no badass, I just learned not to care about anyone else. If I hurt someone, so fucking what?[/QUOTE] :frog:
Walking over a freshly moped tiled floor while wearing acrylic socks when I was like four. My chin landed on a tiled step and I have a scar under my chin.
[QUOTE=Hardpoint Nomad;26127238]Oh hey rate me boxes. Feel better about yourself.[/QUOTE] does it make your e-peen bigger every time you complain you are persecuted?
So a long time ago when I was about 6 or 7 me, my brother and our friends, heard a bunch of noises in a bush on the side of our house, found out that this stray cat that we always fed was having little kittens. Her name was snickers, and we named the little kittens, milky way, milk dud, and snickers jr. They were all super super cute and for about three weeks we all played with them every day. One day, I was all alone with all the kittens playing with them in my backyard. My backyard had a flat wooden platform that we would stack our fire wood on. I was playing with milk dud and pretending he was a mountain climber and was holding him as if he was climbing up the large stack of wood. He got to the top and for some reason I pretended as if he lost hold and was hanging for his life, but then I guess I just let him hang there with out me holding him and the log he was hanging onto fell with him and crushed his head. It was one of the saddest things ever and I couldn't stop crying for the rest of the day and i felt terrible when I had to tell my brother and our friends that he died. Too this day I still feel terrible about it :(
I WISH I DIDNT FUCK MY PET PORCUPINe
Yet another regret from Blind, either I regret a lot of things because I make more mistakes, or I have an overly guilty conscience. meh I do well in school, I went to a private school up through 5th grade then went to public ever since, so i think i got an educational boost lets say. I have taken advanced courses since. My junior and senior years I have spent all my time taking college level courses either on campus or at a local community college (Valencia Community College for those that know it) and do well in general. At this point I've taken more advanced courses than my parents who took some college courses, they are 50 so college was something neither required or affordable in their generation. Of course they have life experiences that trump anything I can think of, but on many subjects I will end up correcting my parents on falicies and appear like the know-it-all teenager that I probably am partially. It makes me feel pretty badly though when I correct my father, I can tell by looking at him how disappointing it is to not be the all knowing wise dad I'm supposed to look up to. I think its only worsened in that I'm the only son so I should look up to him even more so as a man than my sister did. I'll end up paying for his hospice bills one day so I guess it all works itself out. Unless I remember anything else this is the last time you have to read my dumb regrets, rejoice.
If only i listened to my fucking aunt and didn't slide down into the frozen deck. Resulted in a huge scar on my head.
[QUOTE=.Dave;26129750]I WISH I DIDNT FUCK MY PET PORCUPINe[/QUOTE] I read that as FUCK I WISH I DIDN'T PET MY PORCUPINE
I regret nothing, in fact the only thing I regret is that I don't have anything to regret.
I was about 3 or 4 years old and I was living in a farm house with my grandparents for a while. I can't quite remember how the conversation came about but I ended up calling my grandpa an idiot, and because of that my grandma put me in a timeout in another room. I sat in there for maybe an hour and my grandma comes back in and asks "Are you ready to say sorry to grandpa? You really hurt his feelings, you know." I tell her I want to apologize. She leads me out to the family room where he was sitting and I walk up to him while hiding behind my grandma. She moves to the side and says "Apologize to your grandpa, little mister." I move out from behind her and step in front of my grandpa and lock eyes with him and say "Grandpa, I am sorry you are an idiot." I went back to timeout.
When I was little, one of my cousins (about 4 or 5 I'm guessing) came to visit. His sister had died years ago at age 20 due to an illness. Meanwhile, I was going through a phase where I thought I could do magic, and talk to spirits. So while the parents were talking, we went into the bathroom, and I told them that they could communicate with their sister again. I have no clue why I did this, or what I did next. I told them that if their sister was there, the faucet would drip. Of course it didn't, but I kept hoping it would. But then, he started to cry. I had no idea, emotionally, what I was doing to him. There was nothing I could do to make it better. So he went out to his mom and she asked him, "What's wrong?" But I don't remember what he told her or anything that happened after that. I still feel like a jerk for that.
Slight derail: [i]"I only regret that I have but one life to give for my country."[/i] Whoever names the person who said this gets a cookie, it shouldn't be difficult.
[QUOTE=Shas'O Blind;26130174]Slight derail: [i]"I only regret that I have but one life to give for my country."[/i] Whoever names the person who said this gets a cookie, it shouldn't be difficult.[/QUOTE] modern warfare two :downs:
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