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On January 27 2011 23:28 texasjoe1983 wrote:Show nested quote +On January 27 2011 07:34 Holdinga wrote:darky + Show Spoiler +To the people that have killed or tortured animals, I feel they deserve the same treatment as they did to the poor defenseless innocent animals. Especially cats, when I read the thing about the cat with a rope around its neck tied up and going down an elevator, I felt really bad. I have heard stories of little kids that take eyes of cats and collect them. If I find them, I would not feel bad at all to take their eyes out, too.
I usually don't get aggressive, I'm not an aggressive person, but animal cruelty is my weakness. Its because they are defenseless for god's sake, pick on someone your own size.
Oh I don't know I think I have something personal with cats, that's the creature that sets me mad. probably because I used to have a pet cat and it was like my best friend, but he died a couple of years ago. I actually don't like dogs because when I was small dogs used to surround me and chase me and bite me and I feel I now have some phobia for dogs.
oops i think I got side-tracked xD
Condemn the poor treatment of animals. Eat chicken and cow products! Along those lines: + Show Spoiler +
When I was about 14, I lived with my uncle on a ranch/farm. A dog had a litter of puppies with some sort of freak genetic disorder where some of their organs were located outside their bodies. I guess my uncle thought it would be a good idea for me to be the one to put them down. He gave me a bucket and had me go drown the newborn puppies (eyes still closed up from just getting out of the womb) in a canal. I never really gave it too much deliberation because it seemed like the humane thing to do, but I never felt an ounce of distaste or remorse. There is some sort of detachment in me, I believe, where I don't react to the sight of morbidity the same way as normal people do.
I've hunted for wild javelina pig using only a knife (a big one) to make the kill (while dogs are fighting the prey). People react to that like I'm some sort of sick person, but I don't understand why they do. (On a side note, wild hog jerky is the BEST jerky)
I see people coming home from war with their post-traumatic stress disorder after seeing so much death and the stress of being under fire, and I just can't understand why they don't man up and live normally after that.
I know that many educated people have correlated violence to animals with future serial killers, but I just can't see myself ever getting to that point. I'd never harm a person. I've never even gotten into a physical fight with a person. How I am is normal to me, and the rest of you are just too sensitive.
The reason why you can't understand the things war veterans have been through is because you have never been through them, so please do not comment on their manhood until you have graduated from the ultimate bloodsport that is drowning puppies.
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On January 29 2011 00:36 Sm3agol wrote:Show nested quote +On January 28 2011 06:22 heroyi wrote:On January 27 2011 23:28 texasjoe1983 wrote:On January 27 2011 07:34 Holdinga wrote:darky + Show Spoiler +To the people that have killed or tortured animals, I feel they deserve the same treatment as they did to the poor defenseless innocent animals. Especially cats, when I read the thing about the cat with a rope around its neck tied up and going down an elevator, I felt really bad. I have heard stories of little kids that take eyes of cats and collect them. If I find them, I would not feel bad at all to take their eyes out, too.
I usually don't get aggressive, I'm not an aggressive person, but animal cruelty is my weakness. Its because they are defenseless for god's sake, pick on someone your own size.
Oh I don't know I think I have something personal with cats, that's the creature that sets me mad. probably because I used to have a pet cat and it was like my best friend, but he died a couple of years ago. I actually don't like dogs because when I was small dogs used to surround me and chase me and bite me and I feel I now have some phobia for dogs.
oops i think I got side-tracked xD
Condemn the poor treatment of animals. Eat chicken and cow products! Along those lines: + Show Spoiler +
When I was about 14, I lived with my uncle on a ranch/farm. A dog had a litter of puppies with some sort of freak genetic disorder where some of their organs were located outside their bodies. I guess my uncle thought it would be a good idea for me to be the one to put them down. He gave me a bucket and had me go drown the newborn puppies (eyes still closed up from just getting out of the womb) in a canal. I never really gave it too much deliberation because it seemed like the humane thing to do, but I never felt an ounce of distaste or remorse. There is some sort of detachment in me, I believe, where I don't react to the sight of morbidity the same way as normal people do.
I've hunted for wild javelina pig using only a knife (a big one) to make the kill (while dogs are fighting the prey). People react to that like I'm some sort of sick person, but I don't understand why they do. (On a side note, wild hog jerky is the BEST jerky)
I see people coming home from war with their post-traumatic stress disorder after seeing so much death and the stress of being under fire, and I just can't understand why they don't man up and live normally after that.
I know that many educated people have correlated violence to animals with future serial killers, but I just can't see myself ever getting to that point. I'd never harm a person. I've never even gotten into a physical fight with a person. How I am is normal to me, and the rest of you are just too sensitive.
I was going to honestly try to explain the problems that you have here...but there are way too many and kinda blatant...so it would be a waste of time. I really do hope you are a troll and just trying to piss people off or something lol. main problem: contradictions/hypocrisy edit: Ok well the reason people think you are sick for hunting the pig part is probably cause you are killing them bare handed. But thats preference I suppose. I guess the idea of bare hand hunting can be seen that you enjoy the thrill of stalking the prey and getting up close (to get some blood on your face?). Probably why people see you as a potential killer. So every human born and raised in a rural environment is a future serial killer? Seriously, society has gotten so pansified. If he liked catching wild hogs, stringing them up from a tree and skinning them alive while masturbating, then we just might have someone with serious issues here. But he's hunting them, killing them with a knife, and EATING them. Pretty sure that's how human's got here in the first place.
I will even go so far as to say I think that way of killing food is far more compassionate than the mass-producing meat factories where animals are stuck in confined spaces all their lives, fed growth hormones so we can have a few more pounds of meat out of the product, and then sent down an assembly line of throat slitting/skinning/filleting. At least the animal lived a life of freedom from its birth to the its death.
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+ Show Spoiler +When i was about 10 years old my little brother and i used to fight like crazy. Just for fun most of the time, but one time i pissed him so much off, that he took a huge knife and started to chase me. I was running like hell, and eventually i ran to the bathroom, and locked the door. My brother was standing on the other side of the door, still holding the knife. Then i told him to look trhough the door knob, and i quickly grabbed some of my moms parfume (the red bottle ill never forget) and sprayed like 5 times into the door knoob. I could then my brother screaming, because he was in such pain, i opened the door and took his knife from him. He was like blind for 15 min. and my mom went crazy on me.
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On January 29 2011 00:43 Whiladan wrote:Show nested quote +On January 27 2011 23:28 texasjoe1983 wrote:On January 27 2011 07:34 Holdinga wrote:darky + Show Spoiler +To the people that have killed or tortured animals, I feel they deserve the same treatment as they did to the poor defenseless innocent animals. Especially cats, when I read the thing about the cat with a rope around its neck tied up and going down an elevator, I felt really bad. I have heard stories of little kids that take eyes of cats and collect them. If I find them, I would not feel bad at all to take their eyes out, too.
I usually don't get aggressive, I'm not an aggressive person, but animal cruelty is my weakness. Its because they are defenseless for god's sake, pick on someone your own size.
Oh I don't know I think I have something personal with cats, that's the creature that sets me mad. probably because I used to have a pet cat and it was like my best friend, but he died a couple of years ago. I actually don't like dogs because when I was small dogs used to surround me and chase me and bite me and I feel I now have some phobia for dogs.
oops i think I got side-tracked xD
Condemn the poor treatment of animals. Eat chicken and cow products! Along those lines: + Show Spoiler +
When I was about 14, I lived with my uncle on a ranch/farm. A dog had a litter of puppies with some sort of freak genetic disorder where some of their organs were located outside their bodies. I guess my uncle thought it would be a good idea for me to be the one to put them down. He gave me a bucket and had me go drown the newborn puppies (eyes still closed up from just getting out of the womb) in a canal. I never really gave it too much deliberation because it seemed like the humane thing to do, but I never felt an ounce of distaste or remorse. There is some sort of detachment in me, I believe, where I don't react to the sight of morbidity the same way as normal people do.
I've hunted for wild javelina pig using only a knife (a big one) to make the kill (while dogs are fighting the prey). People react to that like I'm some sort of sick person, but I don't understand why they do. (On a side note, wild hog jerky is the BEST jerky)
I see people coming home from war with their post-traumatic stress disorder after seeing so much death and the stress of being under fire, and I just can't understand why they don't man up and live normally after that.
I know that many educated people have correlated violence to animals with future serial killers, but I just can't see myself ever getting to that point. I'd never harm a person. I've never even gotten into a physical fight with a person. How I am is normal to me, and the rest of you are just too sensitive.
The reason why you can't understand the things war veterans have been through is because you have never been through them, so please do not comment on their manhood until you have graduated from the ultimate bloodsport that is drowning puppies.
I wasn't even comparing putting down those puppies with going to war on the basis of how manly someone is. I was giving examples where I thought I had an odd tolerance for morbidity.
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+ Show Spoiler +A week after I was conscripted, me and a few guys I met at the army base were heading home(in the israeli army, we get to spend 48 hours @ home once every 12 days) by train.
In the seats next to us were 2 young girls(probably 14 or 15), that looked sorta nice.
They were taking pics of themselves in the train, with their heads tilted sideways, and lips puckered.
If you've seen a girl doing that, you know how annoying that looks, and how stupid that makes her look(and in the current age of facebook, I'm pretty sure anyone here that has a few adolescent girls on their facebook knows what I'm talking about).
So I intentionally spoke louder than needed(probably everyone in the car heard me) and said:
"I just hate it when girls do that. That makes them look so stupid, or alternatively, like they've never been outside their home before... I mean, a bus or a train isn't something that you ride once in a lifetime, right? you do it every-fucking-day."
then one of them cried, and i said in my head: "Aahh... refreshing baby tears"
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+ Show Spoiler +During one of the firing sessions, we had a live excercise with hopping and covering(if you don't know what I mean, here's a diagram: blue squares: pair A blue with black dot: commander of team red squares: pair B red with black square: grenadier of team http://img11.imageshack.us/i/hopping.jpg/)anyways, I was team leader in that particular night excercise(we're doing them without any NVGs, so at night, without any moon or stars, the best you can see is a black lump moving around), and there was a guy who pissed me off in my team. he was #4(the red square between the two spotted ones). being still pissed off, I shot him in the calf, blaming the friendly fire on poor visibility and him being a moron and running into my line of fire(mostly true. i only had to move the rifle an inch or two to the right to hit him) he was trying to get out service anyway, so i think i helped him quite a bit.
I'm an ass..
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On January 29 2011 00:46 texasjoe1983 wrote:Show nested quote +On January 29 2011 00:43 Whiladan wrote:On January 27 2011 23:28 texasjoe1983 wrote:On January 27 2011 07:34 Holdinga wrote:darky + Show Spoiler +To the people that have killed or tortured animals, I feel they deserve the same treatment as they did to the poor defenseless innocent animals. Especially cats, when I read the thing about the cat with a rope around its neck tied up and going down an elevator, I felt really bad. I have heard stories of little kids that take eyes of cats and collect them. If I find them, I would not feel bad at all to take their eyes out, too.
I usually don't get aggressive, I'm not an aggressive person, but animal cruelty is my weakness. Its because they are defenseless for god's sake, pick on someone your own size.
Oh I don't know I think I have something personal with cats, that's the creature that sets me mad. probably because I used to have a pet cat and it was like my best friend, but he died a couple of years ago. I actually don't like dogs because when I was small dogs used to surround me and chase me and bite me and I feel I now have some phobia for dogs.
oops i think I got side-tracked xD
Condemn the poor treatment of animals. Eat chicken and cow products! Along those lines: + Show Spoiler +
When I was about 14, I lived with my uncle on a ranch/farm. A dog had a litter of puppies with some sort of freak genetic disorder where some of their organs were located outside their bodies. I guess my uncle thought it would be a good idea for me to be the one to put them down. He gave me a bucket and had me go drown the newborn puppies (eyes still closed up from just getting out of the womb) in a canal. I never really gave it too much deliberation because it seemed like the humane thing to do, but I never felt an ounce of distaste or remorse. There is some sort of detachment in me, I believe, where I don't react to the sight of morbidity the same way as normal people do.
I've hunted for wild javelina pig using only a knife (a big one) to make the kill (while dogs are fighting the prey). People react to that like I'm some sort of sick person, but I don't understand why they do. (On a side note, wild hog jerky is the BEST jerky)
I see people coming home from war with their post-traumatic stress disorder after seeing so much death and the stress of being under fire, and I just can't understand why they don't man up and live normally after that.
I know that many educated people have correlated violence to animals with future serial killers, but I just can't see myself ever getting to that point. I'd never harm a person. I've never even gotten into a physical fight with a person. How I am is normal to me, and the rest of you are just too sensitive.
The reason why you can't understand the things war veterans have been through is because you have never been through them, so please do not comment on their manhood until you have graduated from the ultimate bloodsport that is drowning puppies. I wasn't even comparing putting down those puppies with going to war on the basis of how manly someone is. I was giving examples where I thought I had an odd tolerance for morbidity.
I understand, but you really should choose your words more carefully from now on when dealing with war as it is a sensitive issue for many people...
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On January 29 2011 00:46 texasjoe1983 wrote:Show nested quote +On January 29 2011 00:43 Whiladan wrote:On January 27 2011 23:28 texasjoe1983 wrote:On January 27 2011 07:34 Holdinga wrote:darky + Show Spoiler +To the people that have killed or tortured animals, I feel they deserve the same treatment as they did to the poor defenseless innocent animals. Especially cats, when I read the thing about the cat with a rope around its neck tied up and going down an elevator, I felt really bad. I have heard stories of little kids that take eyes of cats and collect them. If I find them, I would not feel bad at all to take their eyes out, too.
I usually don't get aggressive, I'm not an aggressive person, but animal cruelty is my weakness. Its because they are defenseless for god's sake, pick on someone your own size.
Oh I don't know I think I have something personal with cats, that's the creature that sets me mad. probably because I used to have a pet cat and it was like my best friend, but he died a couple of years ago. I actually don't like dogs because when I was small dogs used to surround me and chase me and bite me and I feel I now have some phobia for dogs.
oops i think I got side-tracked xD
Condemn the poor treatment of animals. Eat chicken and cow products! Along those lines: + Show Spoiler +
When I was about 14, I lived with my uncle on a ranch/farm. A dog had a litter of puppies with some sort of freak genetic disorder where some of their organs were located outside their bodies. I guess my uncle thought it would be a good idea for me to be the one to put them down. He gave me a bucket and had me go drown the newborn puppies (eyes still closed up from just getting out of the womb) in a canal. I never really gave it too much deliberation because it seemed like the humane thing to do, but I never felt an ounce of distaste or remorse. There is some sort of detachment in me, I believe, where I don't react to the sight of morbidity the same way as normal people do.
I've hunted for wild javelina pig using only a knife (a big one) to make the kill (while dogs are fighting the prey). People react to that like I'm some sort of sick person, but I don't understand why they do. (On a side note, wild hog jerky is the BEST jerky)
I see people coming home from war with their post-traumatic stress disorder after seeing so much death and the stress of being under fire, and I just can't understand why they don't man up and live normally after that.
I know that many educated people have correlated violence to animals with future serial killers, but I just can't see myself ever getting to that point. I'd never harm a person. I've never even gotten into a physical fight with a person. How I am is normal to me, and the rest of you are just too sensitive.
The reason why you can't understand the things war veterans have been through is because you have never been through them, so please do not comment on their manhood until you have graduated from the ultimate bloodsport that is drowning puppies. I wasn't even comparing putting down those puppies with going to war on the basis of how manly someone is. I was giving examples where I thought I had an odd tolerance for morbidity.
We forgive you and realize you're only a prepubescent male. I also understand it's normal for little young males to make up stories to sound macho. It's ok you just have a mIld tolerance to any form of intelligence.
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Edited: Whatever... I'm not getting into it with muse...
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Last night I was on a bad losing streak so I decided to cannon rush for the rest of my games and trash talk each person. I take sick pleasure in their butthurtedness.
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+ Show Spoiler +- In middle school I asked a girl out because i knew she liked me and then instantly broke up with her (she's really hot now -_- )
- In high school there was this nerdy teacher that used to talk with us about music and whatnot, he was a cool guy but one day he came over to talk with us at lunch and we decided it would be funny to just pick up our trays and walk away completely ignoring him. It was hilarious at the time (still is actually) but we could tell he was really butthurt by it.
A bit graphic...
+ Show Spoiler +- Once again in high school.. My friends and I would drive around and throw shit at people. That's right, shit. Sometimes urine. Sometimes shit and piss. Eventually someone or other recognized my car and one morning I woke up to find my car covered in shit (door handle, my seat, and cleverly on my heating vents. I couldn't get the smell of shit out of my car for at least a month.).
-One of my friends passed out in my house when we were drinking and puked on my carpet, so naturally my brother and I dragged him outside and just left him there. When my friends and I got back an hour or so later, his pants were halfway down and he had a huge shitstain extremely visible. We took a picture and called his brother to pick him up.
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+ Show Spoiler +I hope 90% of humans die regardless of friends or family.
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On January 29 2011 00:34 Khenra wrote:Yea, I have one of those stories as well... Dark + Show Spoiler +After my parents divorced my mother got together with another man. I used to like him at first but around 12 years of age for some reason I decided to dislike him. We didn't talk and avoided eye contact for 4 years, and in this time my hate for the man grew. You can't imagine how it is to live together with someone you really, really hate. Especially if you can't even explain to yourself why.
..now on to the dark part. I used to have this habit of playing Diablo II until 3 in the morning. I was 15 years old at the time. I wasn't allowed to, of course. One day I came home to find my keyboard taken away, and I raged. Not raged as in "f%*@ this" and go read a book. I raged. I wrecked the house trying to find my keyboard. I felt like I was looking at myself doing all this stuff, instead of actually doing it myself. My mother and her new husband tried to stop me but they ended up with bruises. I really was three times as strong as normal. Eventually my mother had to call the police and I didn't calm down until they arived.
It was the outburst of three years of frustration and hate. The ignoring went on for another year or so. At some point I did not see him for 1 month due to vacations, and my feelings of hate numbed down. Somehow it was resolved.
This reminded me of myself when I was younger. My brother used to get me pissed off all the time, and I'd try to chase him, but he was much more agile than me, so I hardly ever could. A few times I threw kitchen knives at him, once it stuck in the wall. Thinking back on that, it was incredibly stupid, and I'm not sure what I would have done had I actually hit him with one, but I can't imagine I would have been happy about it.
I think I broke his rib once when we were younger (he never got it X-Rayed, but was in pain for weeks, over some really stupid shit. I slammed him onto the couch, and hit him in the side as hard as I could. I had actually put a pillow on him to soften the blow, but I guess it didn't do anything. He was a trooper though, he didn't sell me out at all. Amazingly, we get along very well, unless he gets drunk.
Idk if those qualify as dark or not.
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On January 29 2011 01:36 OPman wrote:Darkest + Show Spoiler +I hope 90% of humans die regardless of friends or family.
How very benevolent of you. Only a 90% global death rate? 100% of us will die one day.
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In opposition to the Idiocracy effect, I support selected chemical sterilization of less intelligent members of society. Please stop these welfare queens from spawning a horde of thugs and unemployment benefit recipients.
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My little brother had a bb gun that was powered by pumping air pressure. It was recommended that no more than three pumps should be used, or else it would be dangerous. One day when I was about 12, we were playing on our little tree fort. I told him I was going to give him to the count of ten pumps on the bb gun to run away and I would try to shoot him. He had a tiny little black welp on his back that spread to stretch across his back over the course of a couple weeks... I was a sadistic little bastard.
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+ Show Spoiler +I believe with all my heart when Edgar Allan Poe said to take note of one's feelings. To me, this translates to pain. I don't think I'm a sadist but I've always been curious about the feeling of pain. How does a stab wound in the gut feel? A bullet in the leg? A liver punch in boxing? Well, I've experienced and still do liver punches in the gym, but I'm not interested in actually undergoing pain. Just the philosophical dimension of experiencing it. Or perhaps its the endorphine rush that goes along with pain that I associate it with.
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+ Show Spoiler +I stalk bad people to find out if they are really that evil. If i find it to be true, i hunt them down and then kill them slowly wrapped in a plastic film.
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On January 29 2011 02:19 Ricjames wrote:Darkest + Show Spoiler +I stalk bad people to find out if they are really that evil. If i find it to be true, i hunt them down and then kill them slowly wrapped in a plastic film.
That´s for the "Dark passenger"-thread. save it!
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Well I have done a lot of 'dark' things in my past but one of them is: + Show Spoiler +Accidentally break the drapes in somebody's house, see the host's small kid, toss him into a cupboard, lock him up (not with a lock but just applying pressure so that the kid can't open the cupboard. Call the host. Tell him that his kid broke the drapes and that he hid himself in the cupboard. And yes I left a small hole for oxygen. I was only 9 so forgive me!
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Ok this is pretty messed up and I feel horrible to this day for doing this.
I am a self proclaimed animal lover. The summer of 2009 I caught a snake and I brought it home as a pet, it was venomous. I would usually go out and catch lizards to feed it and it was going well, one day it was raining and I couldn't find any lizards, but my snake hadn't eaten for about a week and a half, the snake was very young so I was afraid it might die of starvation. So I went to the pet shop and I bought a hamster. Thing is I am very stupid and evendough that was the smallest hamster in the shop it was still too big for the snake to eat, so I went home and I put the hamster in the box with the snake, right after I closed the box I hear the hamster make a loud noise and the snake started hissing, I opened the box to find that the hamster was suffering the effects of envenomation and the snake had been bitten aswell, but it wasn't a serious wound. I felt really bad for the hamster so I put it out of it's misery, the day after I let the snake go.
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I've done a lot of things that I'm ashamed of in my life, and I used to be retarded when I was young, although I don't understand how anyone even as a child could have the capacity to torture animals, etc, and find it fun.
+ Show Spoiler +When I was about 13 I was friends with a couple of delinquent kids, and although I didn't really like them at all, I kind of felt pressured into being friends with them since I was afraid of them I guess. And didn't have the balls to tell them to fuck off. Anyway, one time they stole the keys to another friend of theirs house & told me they knew their family kept money stashed in there, I basically stood watch outside while these guys robbed their house... I don't remember how much exactly I was given for this but I remember buying a GBA SP with the money. Somewhat ironically later on the same two guys stole all my GBA games from my house.
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+ Show Spoiler + Once I tore a comics when it was my turn to read it first but my brother was reading it first.
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+ Show Spoiler + When I was a little kid (9 yo) I caught 2 frogs and put them in a plastic bag. Next morning they were dead and I burned them to dispose them.
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On January 26 2011 17:57 kuresuti wrote:Dark + Show Spoiler +When I was a kid I was a pretty big nerd, playing videogames and whatever. I knew a girl who also was a huge nerd and we used to play like every day after school and during breaks. Anyway, since my home classroom was far away from hers, we didn't spend time together in school, I hanged with the "cool" crowd instead. One day she told me she had a crush on me and I shot her down. We stopped hanging around and I would talk shit about her with these "cool" people I hanged with in school >_> Darker + Show Spoiler +When I was like 12-13 I had a friend who was as big of a nerd as I was. Anyway, we used to hang like everyday (these careless times were great  ) and one day when we were supposed to hang out he told me he couldn't, so I was like alright, tomorrow maybe. I went out with some other friends instead. In the evening when I was walking wherever with these other people I saw this guy hanging with some other guys, instead of asking him why he was hanging with them or whatever, I just ran straight up to him and punched him in the face. Since I was friends with the "cool" kids I talked shit about him with them after that, giving my own version of what happened. The nicest guy had turned into a lying son of a bitch because I was spreading lies and was mad at him. I punched him in the face a couple more times after the first incident for no particular reason, but the cool kids sure thought I was awesome. Darkest + Show Spoiler +So my father was the default badass dad who worked physical jobs and stuff. He died of cancer a couple of years ago, and this one time, like 3 weeks before he died, we were sitting together watching TV and not really talking about anything. Suddenly he says "I'm scared" and his eyes were full of tears. I didn't know what to say, I just sat there silent. After that we always had this awkward silence whenever we were together until he died.
I don't know if that classifies as "dark" or whatever, but I felt like shit for awhile and I still do sometimes. I loved him very much and in retrospect he would've been so happy if I could've just comforted him or something, I didn't get to tell him I love him and such either :/
Darkest got to me bro.
Pretty much crying myself.
Most of this thread is pure bullshit I hope.
Some seriously fucked up things done with the defence of "oh thats what kids do"
Shit guys, my parents worked full time, as did many of my friend's, we'd play football/skate/cycle/build ramps in the woods to do jumps on, we'd build "dens" and play video games.. We didn't torture animals or kill bugs or punch eachother in the dick. Thats just fucked up nasty stuff.
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+ Show Spoiler +MY dad mistakenly accused me of stealing money from him (i hadn't) It got pretty heated, and when he turned around to talk to my mother i smacked him in the back of the head and he fell to the floor, My mother found the money in his other wallet and nothing was said of the event.
It felt extremely justified since our family works on a basis of trust and shared responsibility.. so when he aggressively accused me of stealing/having no respect and calling me a liar.. i felt he deserved a good smacking xD
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