Thread: I've Been Bad.

^ Oh that reminds me, I stole a kid's watch once. He took it off for PE class and I grabbed it the moment her turn around. I didn't even keep it, on the way home from school I noticed it was in my pocket, remembered that I had stolen it, and then tossed it on ground.

In eight grade some guy grabbed my binder because he wanted to look at it. I told him not to touch it and he told me to relax, he just wanted to flip through it. I called him a stupid cunt and took it back. I felt pretty bad about it and I still do, he was a nice guy. Annoying, but nice nonetheless.

When I was about 7 years old, I pulled the wings off a fly. I cried for a very long time after that.
At some other point, I pulled the "butt" off a firefly so I could make a glowing ring around my finger. I cried about that one too.

I used to shoplift candybars from a nearby convenience store. Whenever I had extra money, I would buy something and tell them to keep the change, in order to try to make up for what I had taken.
I used to shoplift cigarettes from some major grocery chain. I would grab about 4 packs, then I would walk down the isles, looking for stuff. I'd kneel at one of the isles and unwrap 2 of the packs and stick those in my purse. I'd buy the other 2.

I robbed my parents house with a boyfriend when I was about 17. They were always complaining about debt, so I thought insurance would pay for everything. I took my moms jewelry, a VCR and stuff like that. My boyfriend at the time, pawned them. I got maybe $20. out of the whole thing.
To this day, my parents don't know the boyfriend helped. They also think I put everything in some nearby woods to retrieve at a later time, but someone else took it all. The cops never did figure out the crime. Insurance barely paid for anything. Years later, my mom figured everything out and told my dad a couple years after that when she was mad at me.

When I was almost 17 years old, I was walking through my neighborhood with a guy I barely knew. He was my age. We stopped in some woods near a road and laid on a hillside and just talked. I fell asleep and woke up sometime later to find him on top of me. I pretended to be asleep the entire time he had sex with me and I had my first orgasm (I was dating the guy who later helped rob my parents). I saw the guy a few times after that and I pretended to be completely unaware of what had happened. I still worry about what that might have done to his self-esteem. Then I kick myself in the butt and tell myself I didn't exactly consent either.

My 18 year old son was a firebug as a child. I told him if I ever caught him playing with matches again, I would burn him. One day, I woke to find smoke coming out of his bedroom- with his baby siblings sleeping in the room. He put matches out under a mattress. I had company over, but I was enraged. I ran after my son, flicked my lighter until the metal was hot and I stuck it against his arm. I told him: "Fire hurts! It can kill you and everyone in this building!! Don't play with matches anymore."
He never did. My "logic" was: He had never hurt himself. He didn't understand it could hurt or kill, so I had to show him.
I still feel guilty about that and about the nightmares I must have given to the neighbor who had stopped by. We shared friends but didn't really know each other. She called the State on me, which was deserved.


Those are all my sins in a nutshell.

Worst thing I ever did:

I was married to a violently abusive man for nine years. We had two children together. He hit me a lot, and did worse, but I stayed. That's not bad, only stupid. I justified staying by saying that, although he was a horrible husband, he was a great dad and two parents are better than one. In reality, I was just afraid. The bad thing I did was stay even after I found out he had started being violent to the kids. I let my own cowardice get in the way of the well being of my kids. At the time, I told myself that if we left, he'd kill us all and it was better to be just beaten than dead. I now realize what a horrible thing I did by letting him treat my boys that way, and I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make up for it.

-gives a big hug to Lulubelle-

I've been in the child's position with a life like that so I know how it is and how terrified my mom was. It takes an insurmountable amount of courage to overcome those fears and do what's right for your family. I'm glad nothing happened and you're here to share that with us. Shows you're a truly strong person.

Well.... One thing I feel stupid bad about was something like 3 weeks ago. I was out with some friends, and got into the whiskey. Fucking Whiskey man, when I was a kid, it used to make me really hyper and happy. Now it'll either make me depressed or a very big asshole. Anyway Like 3 weeks ago, I went to a social, and got drunk off some whiskey. I came home, and I seen my car was washed. I went in the house and got really mad at my mom. I dunno why I did. Well I sorta do I guess. My car is sorta my "leave me the fuck alone place", and I HATE it when people use it without me knowing. I though she had brought it to town, and washed it. Next morning, i find out that they didn't actually even move the goddamned car! So.... I feel like a huge fucken dick there, and my mom comes out and tells me how happy she was, she was gonna tell me and shit, then I come in like an asshole and flip out. I feel REALLY bad about, like, I think maybe 2 thing bothered me more than that :/

Another time, like 3 years ago, I was at a party drinking whiskey(anyone seeing a theme here ) and some guy comes talk to me and my friend. I though "Ok whatever", then I noticed he was being sort of a dick. So I punched the guy. I ended up getting my ass kicked, because I was so shocked at why the hell I just did that (I run on impulse a lot, haha). So its not actually hitting the guy that made me feel retarded, cause he deserved it. Wasn't even the fact that I lost, cause I don't give a fuck. But it was the fact that I sucker punched some guy instead of telling him to fuck off, or let him hit me first at least. But NOOOOOO just had to do the first thing that came to mind

Anyway.... Yeah.

It was in middle school, a long while back, before I had mastery over my emotional state, when I was still unstable and prone to dramatic, rage-driven outbursts now and again. There was a girl in school (this school being one for misfits of the educational system, the emotionally disturbed ones who can't "safely function" in public schools) whom I believe no one was particularly kind towards. I treated her amicably, like I would anyone else, making an effort to reach out now and again as I recognized her plight and could emphasize to some level.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't do anything particularly special, just treated her like a human being; there wasn't any deeper interest on my end, but over time, I believe she may have grown a crush on me or something. Not really sure. All I know is that on one particular day, nothing was going my way, and I was extraordinarily aggravated and enraged. During gym, while I was in the middle of a tirade, she tried to console me, calm me down, but I didn't want to be calmed down, so I tore into her, cut her down so severely with my words that she ran away crying.

I don't remember seeing her again after that. The administration of that school tended not to tell the students anything for their own protection, so for all I know she could have committed suicide that night. All over some stupid thing that was so fucking trivial I don't even remember what it was.

I feel like shit every time I think about it.

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

I feel like shit every time I think about it.

To get out of the way similar things to other people....
I once ripped the wings and legs off a fly. Don't really know why. My friend said he did it and I guess I wanted to try it. I felt horrible. This was when I was in primary school, probably 6 years old or something.

My grandma used to have these fish in a pond. For some reason I decided to try and catch them with my hands. When I got one, I wanted to see how long it could survive out of the water for. I think I either killed it or it just suffocated. Then I dug the eyes out of it's head and kept them in a tissue, just coz I thought they looked cool. I wanted to cover it up so I told my grandma some of her fish had died. She believed me (I think) which actually made me feel even worse.

After that I decided to never hurt any animal ever again.
(I only have a couple more times when my dogs were fighting and I had to hit one of them to get her off the other one, but that's different obviously).

The other thing was this one time at primary school for absolutely no reason I can figure (again ).
There were these kids going to the urinal and I decided to pull one of the kids' hood on his jumper so he would lean forward to keep himself up and then I let go and he fell into the urinal. The kid I hung around with did something to the other kid that was pissing too but I can't remember what.

I felt absolutely terrible and felt better when they told the teacher and I got punished. I apologised to them I think.

These things are probably just childhood testing the boundaries type things, but I still feel horrible. I guess that's how you learn though.

Oh yeah I also dated a girl just to have sex with her, I didn't even find her particularly attractive (she wasn't ugly but not what I'd usually go for).
But I knew she was in to me so I just went with it and then basically stopped talking to her for ages.

I purchased a Gateway 2000 once before. <oh the shame!!!!>


During the end of a last semester at my University, myself and a friend compromised the University's key coding system and then we produced a limited number of keys. We then sold them to the highest bidder, which gave other students with the right amount of money access to buildings and rooms in which they had absolutely no business being in.

[QUOTE=GavinGillwithout the cautionary double-take.[/QUOTE]

According to a man I met who runs the security cameras at a BX, this double-take (looking over your shoulder) is the PRIMARY thing they watch for to identify shoplifters.

I once smeared some black stretchy rubber shit all over this girl's desk in grade 3 I think, and then I lied about doing it.

Good thread, Jeff.

I run a painting business and the painters are payed by the job. The premise of an estimation is to figure out how many hours that job will take. For instance, if the job will take 100 hours, I will pay out 100 hours in labour regardless if they finish in 95 or 105 hours.
I guess you could say I'm bad because I regularily tell them it's about 90% of the actual figure before the job, so they work fast and finish it in 85% of the time. Therefore I get to keep an extra 10% of their pay technically.

Originally Posted by sloth

According to a man I met who runs the security cameras at a BX, this double-take (looking over your shoulder) is the PRIMARY thing they watch for to identify shoplifters.

By double-take, I meant working on the package, putting it back on the shelf, looking at something else in the aisle, and then coming back to take the merchandise out of the package.

Also, learn to quote properly, noob.

Originally Posted by ilovefrootloops

I run a painting business and the painters are payed by the job. The premise of an estimation is to figure out how many hours that job will take. For instance, if the job will take 100 hours, I will pay out 100 hours in labour regardless if they finish in 95 or 105 hours.
I guess you could say I'm bad because I regularily tell them it's about 90% of the actual figure before the job, so they work fast and finish it in 85% of the time. Therefore I get to keep an extra 10% of their pay technically.

Oh, you dastardly fiend.

The thing that comes to mind immediately is when my sister and I were fighting about something trivial and I told her that she should get over the passing of someone she was really close to, actually the only kid she's had a good relationship with. I have stopped her with my martial arts (non violently) from hitting me a lot but as soon as I said that I felt horrible and let her punch me as hard as she could I walked away with a dead arm but didn't even care. I'm never going to forgive myself for what I said.

There's definitely some stuff I could post in here that I'm just not remembering.

A while ago, I was walking with a bunch of my friends, and there was a fenced-in section by the back of a Rita's water ice place, and one of my friends, without warning, went over and ripped one of the slats off and stuck it in a snow pile.

Oh, there's some vandalism, too. For a while, for some stupid-ass reason we thought graffiti tagging was cool, so we went around with sharpies for a while. I used spraypaint on a few occasions.

I stole a blue bar of soap when I was little.


I like blue.

Haha, once I pinched my brother so hard that some of his skin came off or something, or it left some kind of weird injury mark thing, I don't really remember exactly what happened.

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Learn to quote properly, noob.

Yea, you tell em' sloth. They need to step their quote game up.

I've done most of the things people have mentioned--shoplifting phase, killed a frog and was traumatized, injured a younger (quasi) sibling, stood by while others killed or tortured animals, took actions that could have (but did not) lead to the death of a cat, was a dick/bully in junior high (like, bad) followed by a year-and-a-half guilt complex, split town at eighteen and left my sisters to fend for themselves in a multi-dimensionally fucked up situation, embezzled food, exploited a crush for sex (though the crusher wouldn't really take no for an answer), lied for no reason... other things, probably. For a decade or so I couldn't decide whether I felt guiltier about not ending my mom's boyfriend when I had a 'clean kill' than I would have felt for killing him, but at this point I stand by the realization I had in the moment, that ending the man would not have ended the causes and circumstances that brought him into our lives.

The one that stuck with me most is kind of trivial. When I was seven-ish, I had a neighbor down the road a year younger and a bit slow--he may even have had a mild expression of Downs Syndrome. We played together along with the only other guy around our age in the 'neighborhood' (five or six houses within a mile or so of where a dirt road peeled off the state route). He had decided I was his friend to probably a greater extent than I had decided he was mine, and asked me to go with him to his dad's doctor appointment a couple towns over. His dad was in his sixties and had health problems.

"We can play airplanes!"

It sounded like the dullest, awkwardest possible way to spend three or four hours. I never said yes, but I hemmed and hawed and made excuses about asking my mom, and he just plowed ahead with, "We can play airplanes!" It came to the point that he and his mom and dad pulled alongside the road to pick me up, and I begged my mom to go down and tell them I wasn't allowed to go, but she said she wasn't going to lie for me and I had to take care of it myself. So, I went down to the road and told him flat-out what I should have told him two or three days before (or just sucked it up and played airplanes), "I don't want to go."

He wailed. I believe his exact words were, "I hate you, you stupid-head!" repeated several times in different orders. It hadn't hit home before then that he was asking for help, that he didn't want to sit in a waiting room and worry about his dad, and instead I was making things worse for him.

So yeah, even though later in life I would bring people to tears for fun and to get attention, being a bad friend to the slow kid down the street is what stuck with me.

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