I mean everyone must have done something they aren’t super proud off.
As an example during primary school we had a class trip to the lake district (I’m from N Ireland) we were staying in an old victoriana style mansion (Rydal hall if I’ve remembered right.)
Anyway every one of us kids staying there decided it was haunted immediately and the guy I had to share a room with was so scared he made himself a crucifix out of basically twigs and strings.
I’m not sure why I did it but while he was sleeping I broke his crucifix apart and then put joke shop blood all over it. I woke up to him, crying this eyes out and just decided never to admit it was a joke or me who did it.
I’m interested in Similar stories.
I got detention off of a teacher for saying “Hitler the Shitler” or “Hitler is a Shitler” or something suchlike during a lesson, even though several other kids had already said it and didn’t get in trouble.
Technically, the detention was for swearing, though I chose to interpret it as “Miss Teacher loves Hitler and he is her boyfriend”.
I instigated a petty campaign of cartoons, blackboard messages, textbook graffiti and just general rumours that this poor teacher was genuinely a Hitler-loving-Nazi, and had a Hitler shrine in her house. As I was generally honest, well behaved etc, it was readily believed and spread quickly.
As she was relatively unpopular as a teacher, many of the other students joined in, goosestepping past her in the corridor, nazi saluting behind her back etc.
After a few weeks, upon entering the classroom to find a full blackboard chalk cartoon of her and Hitler getting married, she started crying and shouted at us and we all felt awful.
I apologised to her after the lesson, and she actually apologised for unfairly singling me out for punishment “to set an example” and oddly, we actually got on pretty well after that, and the Hitler jokes faded out naturally.
I gotta remember to add joke shop blood to my edc just in case a situation like that comes up, I guess.
I’m not sure why I had it I remember the only things I bought in the lake district was that kendlemint (local sweet) and a tiny camera that was barely larger than the film cannister.
Oh I remember buying the little paper bangers that needed to be thrown at the ground to explode as well. Apparently that traumatised a member of the staff walking through the car park when I sent a few through the window.
How long ago was this? I’d have pissed myself too if I heard bangs walking through a parking lot in NI.
Older brother used to be stronger than me and always beat me in fights. One time when we were both playing with crafts (cutting paper and gluing stuff) I took the scissors and cut up his hands. Skin sliced like paper. He was bleeding everywhere and my parents were a mix of shock and yelling at me about what made me do that.
I felt kinda bad tbh, but I maintained a straight face and tried to justify it.
How old were you?!
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Playing in the yard when I was little, I had sharpened a stick to a point. I saw my little brother running across the yard. In my head, I imagined throwing the “spear” through his legs and tripping him. That would have been enough of a dick move. Instead, I skewered him directly in the ankle. He had to get stitches.
that’s surprising for a “little” child to do
Kids can be surprisingly coordinated. I remember one early Christmas morning, when my sister and I had gotten up while it was still dark out, and I asked her to toss me the flashlight.
The next thing I saw was a giant blue Maglite flying end over end towards my face. Luckily the impact only cut my lip, but man that was a scary few seconds.
Literally just kicked out a friend who’s been staying at my house for months. I don’t like it, but he has his own house with a housing voucher and will try to bullshit his way through anything. The dude’s been camping my house smoking weed all day every day enjoying my house more than I get to and keeping the kitchen trashed.
I don’t think it’s my responsibility to save him from the hole he’s dug one shovel full per day while expecting us to deal with it.
This is not a scumbag move this is setting a very reasonable boundary. They can figure their own stuff out.
That sucks but it’s not a dick move on your part. Was literally talking to a coworker who did that to a friend decades ago (he’s in his early 60s) and said he would basically shack up in everyone’s basement until they kicked him out. Sometimes weeks, sometimes months, living off others good will until none was left.
I know I’m not in the wrong, but I don’t want things to suck for him. However, I want my space even more and can’t abide being used like this.
