I probably have a little bit of the general idea, but I don’t know. What is a dog hunt?
dammit.
I drank out of the milk jug for years. Ah, those were the days. I would roll out of the bed, sometimes a little fuzzy (OK, fine, hungover) open the fridge door and reach in for the cold cold wonderful milk. Then I stood there in just my little undies, fridge door open feeling the cold air on my skin…and then… gulp…gulp…gulp…until I was satisfied. I’d place the lid back on and put it away then let out a dramatic happy sigh. Then I’d wipe my milk mustache with the back of my hand, and Just like that - without guilt, or regard for the rest of the people in my household I’d walk away. I know, so totally selfish. Yes, I’ve done worse things, but I don’t wanna tell you! So there.
Oops! Sorry. Post needed a little more editing. I was in a rush to…um…never mind.
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I let a man live. I knew what he was, and could almost certainly have gotten away with it. But I didn’t kill him.
By human laws and everything I’ve ever been taught, I did the right thing. But I am certain that if there is a God he/she will hold me accountable for not having taken him out when I could have.
I basically engaged (at the age of 16) in unwanted sexual touching with a girl who I thought was okay with it. But I should have known better. And she had had frank discussions with me before about having been molested by a relative. I mean what the fuck was I thinking.
She told a friend about it, and the friend asked me about it, and I pretended it had all been a misunderstanding and any touching that had occured had been unintentional (all lies), and this message was relayed back to her. The subject was never brought up again, and we remained best friends throughout high school. We’re facebook friends to this day. I’ll never bring it up, but I periodically mentally beat myself up over it.
She turned out well, fwiw. From a literally insane household and suicidal tendencies in high school to being a successful lawyer with an incredibly positive and life-giving attitude today. I’m really proud of her, and don’t think I can forgive myself for what I did.
I’m curious too.
He smoked weed on his break, huh?
…bottle in front of me… 
Seventh grade typing class. We used electronic typerwriters, and the teacher was real strict about us turning the things off after we were done with them. I can’t remember what the penalty was if you didn’t, but it was enough to scare the bejeesus out of me.
One day, the class was dismissed and the teacher stopped me as I was walking out of the door. “MONSTRO, YOU DIDN’T TURN OFF YOUR TYPEWRITER! YOU ARE IN SERIOUS TROUBLE, MISSY!!!” she yelled. Being a sensitive child, I burst into tears.
So my next period was science. The teacher saw me crying and wanted to know what was the matter. I couldn’t very well tell him that I had been so irresponsible as to leave on my typewriter, because I knew that would make him despise me forever. So I told him that one of the mean boys in the typing class had turned my typewriter on after I had turned it off, thus framing me and getting me in trouble.
The teacher totally bought it and tore into the boy I’d implicated. The boy denied it repeatedly, but the teacher didn’t believe him. He was one of the tough guys from the wrong side of the track, and he was always getting in trouble. He spat curses at me the whole day, but I didn’t care because my virtue was still intact.
What makes this bad is that I don’t feel remorse. I know I was an awful person for lying and getting someone in trouble, and yet I can’t summon up any emotions over it.
When I was about four I bullied a little girl (she was probably 2 or 3) in day care. I barely remember it, but I think I followed her around and pushed her down until she cried, then after she ran away I did it again a few times until I got in trouble.
I have no idea why I did it, but I vaguely remember feeling powerful that I could inspire such fear. As far as I remember, I never bullied anyone again.
X3.
When I was 18 around the most difficult time in my life, my closest friend just stopped speaking to me out of nowhere. ‘‘Alex’’ refused to give me an explanation for ending the friendship. But he stayed friends with all my friends, including my Aunt, so I always had to see him around. I never really got over it, and it was really awkward at parties because he would completely ignore me while everyone else adored him.
Flash forward to my Aunt’s wedding four years later and he is there with a friend/boyfriend. I am riding in the car with this friend while we drive to the reception - never met the guy in my life - and he says to me, “So what happened between you and Alex?”
In my attempt to not look like the raging asshole I supposed Alex told everybody I was, I told his boyfriend that I had an abuse history and I was pretty sure Alex was avoiding me because of his own abuse history he didn’t want to deal with. That was my best guess at the time. I knew Alex was an immensely private person and I had no business telling a virtual stranger something like that, but I remember thinking, ‘‘Fuck him.’’ I’ve always been a much more open person than the average person, and usually I respect that, but that day, I did not.
I was pretty messed up at that time, very neurotic, never thinking straight and generally self-absorbed. I had boundary issues, I had oversharing issues, at times I was barely able to function. I really wasn’t thinking about his feelings. In fact I forgot all about it until two or three years later when I e-mailed him something along the lines of, ''Hey, it would be really cool if parties were not awkward between us."
But in his response he called me on telling his secret, and commenced to hate me 10x harder than he ever had before. I didn’t even remember what I had done at first, so I probably made it even worse because I didn’t even apologize to him at the time he called me on it.
So that’s the worst thing I ever did. And having been outed against my will multiple times to disastrous effect, I had no business doing it, I should have had some damned empathy, and I don’t blame him for hating me.
And he still hangs out with my friends.
What is a “dog hunt”?
That is Zebra and as fascinating as that thread was, it was also depressing as hell. The most memorable post was the guy who raped his wife early in their relationship and routinely got off on the memory.
I’ll take a wild guess:
Dog Hunt
When you and your friends go out and see who can pick up the ugliest girl. Biggest “Dog Hunter” wins. Usually a small pot or beer or whatever. Immortalized in raunchy teen comedies.
Worst thing I ever did? I once scratched a kitten’s ears a tad rough and made him cross.
Well, I suspect that he did smoke pot, although I never caught him at it. Overall I’d say the primary element he had in common with the thread you reference was his self-righteous defense of his right to commit the crimes he committed regularly.
I’m not going to say. But this thread has made me remember a lot of bad shit that I forgot I did, which is nice.