Thread: I've Been Bad.

I work at Subway, and steal free sandwiches. Employees get 50% off, but I never pay.

Probably the craziest thing I've done was running a red light, and having to swerve out of the way when I car was coming right at me. The guy didn't see me at all or slow down because I basically came out of nowhere. I was driving with my friend at like 4:30am and didn't even bother to slow down and stop at the light because I figured nobody would be at the intersection. I almost shit my pants, the guy was less than a foot away from colliding with me.

I pissed on my dog once.

I'm a pretty bad person. I don't think I can go over all the things I've done that are considered bad. Ones I really regret that are bad but not in the same way is....

Once upon a time there was two black kids that were talking shit while me and my little brother and sisters were at a small creek. I'm not the aggressive type so I was like, "Lol, nope. I'm leaving". As we were leaving, my little brother was the last to come. All I hear is "JESSE THEIR HITTING HIM". I think it's the worst thing I've ever done by not waiting or staying there till he was going to leave. It haunts me some times because I still see the marks in my mind where they beat him up. I remember not knowing what to do and feeling completely helpless. I ran back to our apartment and broke down in front of my mom. I'll never forget that moment.

To be honest, I'm a really "good" guy. I'm really boring like that.
I can only think of one thing.
I once stood bystander, as my friends burned a.. an opossum to death. I didn't participate, but I did not speak up either.

I was seven, and stepped on my cat's paw because I thought it'd be funny. She'd just been declawed, too, so... She kind of had to get stitched up again.

I used to be a real bitch when I was 13. I used to upset my friends all the time and make them feel useless to make myself feel better. I really liked drama, so I just set out to make it happen. Not really now though.. or at least I don't think I do. I'm a better person now.

When I was 13 I was in S2 (now in S5) and was caught up in the whole fresh at highschool "i'm so cool and you're not" thing. I was quite superficial. I blame it partly on the people I hung around with. I was really calculating, selfish, loud... didn't think about what my friends wanted. Was more interested in popularity and boys instead of more important things i'm ashamed to say. Luckily I changed friend groups (well, actually me and my best friend kinda went off on our on and was joined by another person, we're really close now) and went through a really shit year last year that made me re-evaluate my life in general.

I tend to always think about myself first before other people. Then when I think I should stop that I think "but you are more important". No, i'm not. I'm just in it for myself. It's shit because it makes me feel guilty.

I've got such an ego and I don't even realise it until something happens. I'm a really cocky person. Today someone told me "You don't watch tv, you don't listen to pop, you don't have facebook... how can you not do all the things that make people awesome and still be so damn cool? You're so good." and before I knew it i'd smiled and said "I know." with a wee sigh of amusement. Then I realised and was like "Oh... modest much hm?"

I also talk about myself too much. In fact i'm just self-centred in general.

Bad things: I broke my brothers wrist when I was 5, but he broke my nose when I was 7! So I guess we're even

When I was 14 a friend and I got stoned in the forest and we noticed a turtle creeping by. So we proceeded to kill it. I became a vegetarian a week later. I never told anyone this before. I am truly ashamed of myself and still hate myself for doing it. It is the thing in my life that I most regret. I know its probably not that big a deal to some of you but it really traumatized me. To this day I still think about it lying awake in my bed. It makes me hate myself. I cant express in words how truly sorry I am for my behavior. I would give anything to take it back.

Once when I was little at the grocery store, I called a woman fat to her face. Also, my brother had this brand new Star Wars encyclopedia thing and I was mad at him so I ripped one of the pages.

Raspberry, that reminds me of a time when I let my younger sister drive a golf-cart (this was like, six years ago or something); I was in the passenger seat. She ran it into a fence post and the wheel spun around with her hand caught in it. Yeah, I told her to stop driving in that direction and tried to turn the wheel but she pushed me away from it. Anyways, on impact she broke her middle finger and ran away, holding it up. I laughed because I thought it was funny.

I never remember any shitty things I've done. I told myself it was a skill, and that it's important not to regret anything.

Originally Posted by stormcrow

It makes me hate myself. I cant express in words how truly sorry I am for my behavior.

bless you

Originally Posted by stormcrow

When I was 14 a friend and I got stoned in the forest and we noticed a turtle creeping by. So we proceeded to kill it. I became a vegetarian a week later. I never told anyone this before. I am truly ashamed of myself and still hate myself for doing it. It is the thing in my life that I most regret. I know its probably not that big a deal to some of you but it really traumatized me. To this day I still think about it lying awake in my bed. It makes me hate myself. I cant express in words how truly sorry I am for my behavior. I would give anything to take it back.

Well at least you're not one of those people who pull legs off of spiders because they like it.

It reminds me of this time when I was 11 when there was this bee and it was crawling around. It was half squished and still alive, but obviously gonna die. I knew it must have been in a lot of pain and tried to make myself stand on it so that i'd take the pain away, but I couldn't do it. I proceeded to lie in my bed feeling guilty and shit, and I also cried a little for the poor wee bee and the pain it went through

Originally Posted by no-Name

bless you

Thank you I needed to hear that.

Originally Posted by Raspberry

Well at least you're not one of those people who pull legs off of spiders because they like it.

It reminds me of this time when I was 11 when there was this bee and it was crawling around. It was half squished and still alive, but obviously gonna die. I knew it must have been in a lot of pain and tried to make myself stand on it so that i'd take the pain away, but I couldn't do it. I proceeded to lie in my bed feeling guilty and shit, and I also cried a little for the poor wee bee and the pain it went through

Nah I think spider are cool. I'm not a sadistic person at all, it was just a treacherous decision I made in an adolescent stupor but thats not an excuse, there is really no excuse, the only thing I can do is move on and keep fulfilling my vow to never hurt a living creature. I'm sorry about the bee I can imagine that was traumatizing as a kid.

I smashed my sister's fish with a hammer when I was a kid because I was mad at her. I still feel bad about that.

I hit someone's parked car once and smashed the entire door in. I freaked out and just drove away.

Ooh that also reminds me that I instinctively lie. Not about huge things, just small things though it's still bad. God the amount of people I know who've lied about being pregnant or being raped is unbelievable. But if my dad came up to me and asked if i'd left the internet on overnight i'd instantly say no to cover up, then be like "um, well... maybe? *sheepish*". I've just started owning up because it's a whole lot worse if you get caught out.

Well it's not like the earth's gonna blow up if I get caught lying about doing the dishes but you get where i'm coming from. It's disrespectful.

Hearing about the fish and turtle reminded me of this one time that my friend was over and we were killing frogs. Well, he was killing them, and I decided to kill one, so I put a piece of wood on it and squished it with my foot. Also, while camping, my brother caught a fish and wanted me to kill it with a stick. I tried to stab it but my hand shook or something and it just glanced off it's side and then I started crying, so we released it but it was swimming upside down I think.

Also, my brother was throwing frogs over the fence but one hit the fence and it's leg came off. I got a pole and put it on the frog's stomach, and I was going to put it out of it's misery (by crushing it), but I couldn't bring myself to do it, so my younger sister did.

Originally Posted by stormcrow

When I was 14 a friend and I got stoned in the forest and we noticed a turtle creeping by. So we proceeded to kill it.

>: ( Last time I did that I stared in awe at intricate shell patterns! lol At least you feel bad, your friend was probably just a bad influence :/

I know how it feels, when I was younger I poured salt on a snail and thought it was cool because it's skin turned into oil rainbows : (

God, everyone has weird animal cruelty stories...

I yelled at an old man in Wal-mart once for taking the last bag of marshmallows...I was really hungry though...=/

Originally Posted by Raspberry

Ooh that also reminds me that I instinctively lie.

Wow, me too. Even about things that I have no reason to lie about, like if my mom asks me if I've eaten supper yet and I haven't, I'll say that I have.

This one isn't me, but I just have to say it - my friend was mad at her older brother so she rubbed his toothbrush on the toilet seat.

Originally Posted by sloth

I once stood bystander, as my friends burned a.. an opossum to death. I didn't participate, but I did not speak up either.

I'll never look at you the same way again, Slothy.


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I used to shoplift a lot when I was in 6th grade. It was like a game, I always tried to 1up my last theft and set a high score, so to speak. Most of the things I stole I usually ended up giving away to friend of mine, I was in it for the "sport" rather than the merchandise itself. Whenever I went to store with my parents, I'd break off and say that I was going to browse the electronics or toys section and then I'd go for the loot. I was pretty good at it too, I learned how to quickly open the packages with relative ease and even read a couple how-to books on magic and slight of hand tricks so I'd be able to pocket things without anyone looking. I'd grab something and pretend I was looking at it and then set to work on getting it out of the package. I timed myself for like a minute and if it took too long I'd just leave it alone. If I managed to get it open quick enough, I'd put the now-open package back on the shelf, walk away for a bit, come back a few minutes later and quickly palm whatever it was that I was stealing, then put the package back on the shelf. It was usually those $10 Beyblade things but then I eventually started going for the more expensive stuff like those $70 ones that you could control with a remote.

I always waited until there was someone else in the aisle with me before I ever took anything; that way I could stand beside the kid while I worked on the package and it'd be less noticeable on camera. If anyone noticed on camera, the other could also be mistaken for the shoplifter too. I got ballsy one day and did a sloppy job. The aisle was empty so I didn't think I needed to be as careful so I went straight for the packages, opened them, pocketed what I wanted, then put the package back on the shelf without the cautionary double-take. Then I took three more things. I was walking out the store with close to $300 worth of merchandise in my sleeves, pants, and shoes and then I saw two guys standing by the doors watching me as my family and I got closer. I practically shat myself and then the guys came up to us and told my Mom that they worked security and had seen me take a couple things. They led us to a part of the store I had never seen before and did the whole good/bad cop thing (although I didn't notice it at the time, I just thought one of the guys was complete asshole), then they banned me from the store, and made my parents pay for everything. They also made us pay for something I didn't even touch but the packaging was torn so they assumed I did it. Which was stupid because I always did a clean job with the packages and this thing looked like it had be torn apart by an epileptic at a light show. Plus, it was a shitty Beyblade that no one in their right mind would even want. They didn't beleive me though.

I expected my Dad to smack the shit out of me when I got home but instead he just went quiet, looked disappointed, and pretended like it never happened. I felt like shit so I never stole anything after that.


My cousin and I used to hunt down bees, wasps, and hornets for fun when we were little. We'd see one, sneak up, and then step on it or it crush it with our hands or a stick. It was a game - stomping = 1 point, hands = 2 points, hitting it with a stick = 3, and spearing it with a stick = 5. It was incredibly stupid but we did it all summer long for like two or three years. One summer we found a wasp nest under my sundeck and told my Dad; he sprayed at with some sort of bug spray and any of the wasps that were outside went nuts. Some of them died almost instantly and some flew around bumping in to the wall or the nest and then fell to ground with their tiny legs writhing. He said he'd come back to spray it again once the rest had calmed down a bit then went back inside. My cousin and I just walked away feeling bummed, it didn't really hit us until we saw so many of them dying like that. We never played the game again after that.

EDIT: ohshi- That ended up being a lot longer than I intended. =/

I've done a few bad things in my childhood, like ruining stuff and then hiding it. One time I broke a lot of lego pieces, because I didn't enjoy playing with lego too much until I was older, so it really annoyed me that my brothers and even a friend of mine wanted to spend time with lego, while I was just bored with it. Figured if I broke their toys, they'd play with me instead. A few years later I loved lego and really hated myself for what I did, even though I only managed to break like 10 pieces, out of our massive collection.

Ran a couple of red lights on my bicycle for no real reason, just being an idiot. Instantly regretted it both times, both because it's fucking dangerous and could easily have killed me, but also because it can be traumatic for car drivers.

I don't recall ever doing anything terrifyingly bad. It's mostly just dumb childhood stuff that most people have done.

Wait wait wait...

You broke their lego?! Are you fucking kidding me?

I was more into video games. Multiplayer wasn't very big yet though, so you couldn't really play together. I wanted to be with people, but at the same time I wanted to play something that only required one person.

Oh God, Gavin... I've probably stolen over $200 worth of MTG cards. I was like:



I don't really regret it because TCGs are extremely costly to be good at. I do still play Magic but now I pay for cards through the online version or DLC for the XBLA games.