The S*itty Things We've Done

Confess your sins here!

Tell us about something regrettable you’ve done that was not at all nice to somebody else. C’mon, it’ll be fun! I’ll start:

I had been dating this girl for about a month or so, and wanting to end it. Being the immature chunk of monkey turd that I was, I decided to simply stop calling her or returning her calls. I know, it’s cheap and childlike and terrible and I DID IT. It was like pulling a band-aid off for 2 weeks. Eventually she got the idea. She stopped calling, sent me a letter telling me what a loathsome, immature, festering boil of a human-being I was (no argument here) and that was that. On New Year’s Eve of that year she left a message on my machine inviting me to “lick me where I shit!”

“My hovercraft is full of eels.”

ARRRGH, you people that do that shit make me mad. However, it’s better than telling her on Christmas day what a low life she is…been there, and it sucks big time!

My ex-bf would hate to think that I am saying this on the boards, he knows I come here, but shit, give me a break. Tell your girlfriend that you think this and that and such, basically telling her she sucks, on Christmas day is one definate way of making things very clear.

(I spent my Christmas day away from family and friends because of this. I was being raked over the coals and he still doesn’t see this!)

The least he could have done was lied to me and told me the next freaking day, so I could enjoy a day with my family and not felt like such a God-damned looser that even deserves a break up on one of the most celebrated days of the year.

(still wounded by that break up opn Christmas day…people really only think of themselves, don’t they? BTW I would have delayed it if it were me, I would have NOT broken up on Christmas (or made that inference otherwise) and made someone feel like crap on Christmas, but that’s just me, guess I am a terrible person by it)

Don’t you think it would be worse if he’d broken up with you on Valentine’s Day? My roommate last summer had a gf that did this to him, right at the beginning of the dance (in highschool). That’s gotta suck.

Hangs her head in shame…yep…I did it too…only I just treated the guy like I didn’t want to be around him…I never called him anyway…he always called me… we were engaged for 7 months… it just got the best of me… I couldn’t see waking up beside him every day for the rest of my life…and I didn’t have the heart to break it off with him…I thought it would save face if he did it…so I just told him no more staying overnight unless we both had the next day off (an impossible task) and that really put the skids on the relationship…I knew it was over…I came home one day (after he had not called in 5 days) and he had removed all his things and left the house key…hell I wouldn’t even have noticed his things were gone if my son hadn’t asked me where the key came from…then I looked around. I won’t do that again…next time…I’ll just be straight and up front about it…after all honesty is the best policy…even though I wasn’t exactly dishonest with him.


“Do or do not, there is no try” - Yoda

You wanna know something about me…ask me…not my friends…

I was dating the sweetest guy but I had a massive lust/crush on this really hot friend of his. Well, I found out that the hot guy wanted to go out with me. So the day before Valentine’s Day, I started a fight with him by saying stuff like, “You want to date other people don’t you?” “You actually like (fill in name here) better, don’t you?”

Finally, he said, “If you think these things about me, maybe we should just break up.” And I said, “You said it, not me.” and walked away! But the part that gets me the award for crummiest human is that he had hand-made a Valentine for me (took him a few days–it really was exquisite) and he had given it to me earlier that day (the day before Valentine’s Day) * because he loved me so much & he just couldn’t wait to see my face!!!*

But hey, the relationship with the hot guy turned out to be the most abusive relationship I have ever been in so what goes around, comes around…


Born O.K. the first time…

If you are born again, do you have two belly-buttons?

wow evilbeth… that really sucks !
i wouldnt be able to live with my self if i did that


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I didn’t just pick my UserName at random…


Do not taunt Happy Fun Ball.

…Or were you being sarcastic?


Do not taunt Happy Fun Ball.

Once I was dating this guy who invited me on a cruise for spring break with him and his parents. Nobody bothered to tell me that he had bought an engagement ring and was planning to propose. He’d told his parents, my parents, and pretty much every damn person we knew, and no one bothered to so much as warn me. I didn’t really like him all that much anyway, and just went out with him because his family was rich. (This was back in the Selfish and Greedy days.) Anyway, it was the 2nd day of a 7 day cruise with his parents, so what could I do but say yes?
It took me about 7 months to weasel out of the engagement. When I finally did, he still wanted to see me, and he would frequently come by my parents’ house when I was there on weekends. When he would leave, he would stand on the front porch and cry like a misbehaving kid in time out. That made me so mad! I didn’t feel bad at all; that’s what he gets for wanting to marry someone with whom he had nothing in common and that he knew was only using him for his money. (Like I said, Greedy.)
That may be the most cruel and heartless thing I’ve ever done, but hey, he deserved it.

*Torgo: On New Year’s Eve of that year she left a message on my machine inviting me to “lick me where I shit!” *

Maybe she was trying to get back together with you. :slight_smile: :slight_smile:

I ignore one woman after just one week of dating. But I found out a lot in that week, like her need for a vodka rocks for breakfast.


The Canadians. They walk among us. William Shatner. Michael J. Fox. Monty Hall. Mike Meyers. Alex Trebek. All of them Canadians. All of them here.

Er… that last paragraph should’ve been past tense. Must have a stick D key.


The Canadians. They walk among us. William Shatner. Michael J. Fox. Monty Hall. Mike Meyers. Alex Trebek. All of them Canadians. All of them here.

The worst thing I ever did was when I first started dating my ex-husband. We were just kids, 15 years old, and we had only been dating for a couple of weeks. When he had asked me out, I had told him outright that I wasn’t looking for anything steady. So when I went out on a date with another guy and he found out about it, I was surprised by his reaction. I really thought he had understood what the situation was, but apparently he didn’t. He went absolutely ballistic, screaming at me and calling me the worst names I had ever heard. He also trashed his bedroom and kicked several holes in the walls. Silly me, I took this as a sign of true love and stayed with him for another eight years. In retrospect, I should have seen him for what he was back then, but I was just a stupid kid.

Shadowfox
“We are what we pretend to be.”

  • Kurt Vonnegut

Actually, that’s not the worst thing I ever did to him. The worst thing I ever did to him was have an affair with the next-door neighbor, but as far as I concerned, he deserved that for the way he had been treating me.

BTW, I’m now married to the former next-door neighbor. I don’t recommend having extramarital affairs in general, but in my case, it was the best thing I could have done. He treats me a thousand times better than my ex ever did.

Shadowfox
“We are what we pretend to be.”

  • Kurt Vonnegut

I was working for a company delivering office supplies and had a really shitty boss who was one of these that no matter how hard one worked, it was not good enough. Well, the van I drove developed a slight problem, which indicated to me that the universal joint was breaking down. I did not say anything and drove it until it became a BIG, noisy problem. Then deliberately accelerated the damage by speeding away from stop signs and such until with a tremendous BANG, it broke and the van didn’t run anymore.

He had to pay for a tow to get the van into a shop, plus rent another van for me to finish dropping off the supplies. THEN – much to my delight – not only had the Universal joint busted – a not very expensive repair job – BUT because of the drive shaft being at an odd angle when it broke, the rear end gear casing cracked!! (An expensive repair job!) He was furious, but could not prove that I did it deliberately. He had to pay for it all.

The guy hated to spend money on the vans for repairs, even when we drivers complained about them, so another time, when my exhaust pipe came loose, I just drove with it rattling around. I figured that it would eventually sheer off the muffler and then he would HAVE to have it fixed. Well, it went better than I expected because a month later, it not only cracked off, but did so at the exhaust manifold, snapping off the tip. So he had to not only pay for a new exhaust pipe, BUT a muffler and a new manifold!

I left after the van got fixed to go drive for another office supply company who paid better and kept their trucks in better repair.

Well … I broke up with my high school sweetheart-turned-fiancee when she came up to
visit me at university over a Valentines Day weekend. I knew it was a horrible thing to do but I did it anyway. What I’d forgotten was that said weekend was also the 2nd anniversary of her getting up the courage to talk to me in the first place. Did I mention that I was also her first lover?

I felt like such a heel. I still remind myself of it, just to keep from doing anything similarly shitty.

If it redeems me in your eyes at all, I broke up with her because I thought I was no good for her, and I suffered quite a lot afterwards. My conflicted feelings probably sabotaged the next relationship I had, though it lasted 5 years. Also, it turns out that the fiancee had cheated on me with about a dozen guys. Oh well.

–Da Cap’n
“Playin’ solitaire 'til dawn
With a deck of fifty-one.”

Pretty much the worst thing I can think of is the night before a friend’s wedding we covered his car in eggs and then whole wheat flour while he slept. We didnt know it was being used as one of the wedding cars and in the morning when they tried to get everything off of it, the eggs had eaten into the paint. Yep we felt like shit when they had to go rent a car. We all chipped together to get a new paint job for his car later.


We are, each of us angels with only one wing,and we can only fly by embracing one another

I was half way through the Calif. Professional Engineer exam and, at lunch, ran across the street to a restaurant with my notes to cram knowledge and refreshments into myself. At one of the only two other tables was a woman with three kids. One was screaming intermittently. Not in the best of moods I said “Can’t you keep that kid quiet?” With the patience obviously developed over years, she said that the child was mentally handicapped. Feeling lower than an ant’s bellybutton, I walked out. I passed the exam but the karmic forces were being undeservedly generous with me that day. I have never told anyone about this and it has bugged me for 15 years. Sorry, whoever you were.

I just did something about a half hour ago that I feel shitty about. I was talking with a supervisor about a co-worker whose performance has been less than stellar. She’s been in this position about 3 months now, but still asks questions like it’s her first week. I mean, really dumb questions; ones that I’ve answered a half dozen times already, but when I answer them again she says, “Oh, I didn’t know that, no one ever told me,” and it’s all I can do to keep from screaming, “Yes, I did! Pay attention! Take notes! Read the freaking manual! If you have a brain in your skull, USE IT!” But I don’t. I’m just nice that way.

Anyway, the supervisor was griping because it’s the nature of this particular position to have a high turnover rate, especially when we attempt to fill it with smart people. By this point, most smart people figure out it’s a crappy low-paying job and head out for greener pastures. But since this girl ain’t so smart, then that probably means we’re stuck with her. This is good because we’re tired of losing people and having to repeat the hiring and training processes every couple months. This is bad because we’re sick of answering her really dumb questions.

Now let me guess what you’re guessing: That she overheard us talking bad about her and her feelings were hurt. No, not quite. She’s out sick today so we had that going for us. But the supervisor was still griping about how smart people leave and had just rattled off a list of names of smart people who’d held the position in the past when Don the mail guy walked in and asked if someone had said his name. Being raised on sit-coms, I blurted out the first thing that popped into my head, “No, we were talking about smart people.” Of course the laugh track in my imagination went nuts, and a couple of my co-workers did, too, but Don appeared less than pleased. I apologized, I said I’m sorry, it was just a joke, I was teasing, I just couldn’t resist. But I’m afraid I may have really hurt his feelings. He just put his nose in the air and said something like, “I know where I’m not wanted,” and pretended to huff off, but part of me is still afraid he really was offended. He’s just so sweet and nice and kind, and I’m really quite beholden to him for work he’s done around the office to make it handicapped accessible, and now I’m afraid he thinks I think he’s dumb.

Damn, this was a bad day to forget to refill the Paxil prescription. I’m just going to sit here in my cube and cry until it’s time to go home :frowning:


“I hope life isn’t a big joke, because I don’t get it,” Jack Handy

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Back in college after an economics class another student came up to me and explained that he had not been in class for a while. He asked if he could copy my notes(i took very good notes). I gave him the hard glare and demanded, “What are you, some kind of joker?!” There just are not enough Acts of Contrition in one man’s life to make up for that one…

I have two. 1) My very first solo spin in my very first car (a Chevy Citation). Went to the mall, parked, when I came out there was a car parked next to me, very close. I backed out of my space and of course accidentally scraped the side of the other car. Got home, my father noticed the damage to the paint right away. He said, “what kind of a thoughtless selfish son of a bitch would scrape your car like that and take off and not even leave a note?” Because of course I couldn’t tell him it was all MY doing. What did I know, I was 17, I was young and foolish. I felt about one inch tall. 2) My brother’s father in law died, I had met him only once years earlier. Wanting to be nice, I sent a sympathy card. This was just before Christmas. I wrote, sorry for your loss, blah blah blah, HAVE A NICE HOLIDAY. Aghast at what I wrote, I added, “well, you know what I mean”. Still didn’t look right, but I was in a rush to get it in the mail, had no money to buy another card. So I actually sent it. I cannot to this day believe I did such a thing. Luckily I never saw those people again because my brother got divorced.