My recent ones aren’t very serious but they’ve been living rent free.
Coworker called me a tech racoon because I don’t throw computer shit away.
Other was another coworker mentioning that people that like purple really like it. Making me go “fuck” everytime I find a new purple thing in my home. Think I’m up to 30+ 🙃
What about you?
I used to volunteer at a nursing home when I was a teenager, and one of the residents was this spicy old demented lady named Florence. Florence had a real mouth on her, and I would try to charm her, and get nowhere. Once she looked at me and said “you look like you got a mouthful of hot shit”. I got over my intimidation and began to speak more freely, and once when she was trying to hit people with a flyswatter she found, I was trying to talk her into giving it to me, and I said “Florence, don’t you love me anymore?”. And she said “Well I love you, but from a distance”, and whacked me a good one.
My parents were (and still are) toxic people. So when I got married, I was bitching about my spouse because that’s what I knew how to do. This went on for a while until my friend stopped me and said, “Hey, do you even like this person?”
It felt like being splashed with ice water, but he was so right. I stopped dissing my friends and my partner behind their backs and tried to stop that toxic ‘ball and chain’ sort of humor as soon as I possibly could.
Thanks, Marcos. You started a very long and necessary process of self discovery and healing. I’m so glad you said something that day.
10 years ago, a Black woman told me that, while it’s perfectly valid to disagree with other people’s opinions, I should rethink the level of confidence that I depict when discussing a topic that I don’t know all that much about.
She probably saved quite a few others and myself from a fair bit of trouble.
Circa 1991 I stole my classmate’s pen and he noticed and confronted me immediately. A few kids were circled around, watching it go down. I tried to lie and say it was mine and he said “Oh yeah, what special feature does it have, then?” And I, scrambling, said “It has… purple ink!” That was true, but he was the pen’s true owner and not buying that shit. He snatched it out of my hand and did… something with it that I didn’t quite understand. He slammed the butt end of it down into the palm of his hand and it clicked or something. I dunno. Either way, case closed.
If your name is Corey and you went to Pond Springs Elementary and had Mrs. Olsen as a 5th grade teacher, I’m sorry I tried to steal your pen.
I had a similar thing with a pen, the very same year I think… I had a mildly special pen which one day I lost. Went looking for it and found it sitting on a (slightly older) classmate’s desk, so i grabbed it and said “hey, that’s mine”. He tried to pretend that no, it was his, and he sounded very convincing about it, and even got the teacher involved. They both looked at me with infuriatingly condescending expressions as I explained how it was mine.
The teacher suggested “just let him have it” to the classmate, who conceded.
I went back to my desk fuming and scratched my initials into it before returning to show them, "look, see, it was mine! The classmate immediately pointed out “you scratched those in just now” and I think I mumbled something incoherent before going back to my desk, to the teacher’s mortification with the whole situation.
It had already begun dawning on me at this point that the classmate was right… That wasn’t my pen. It was his and just looked like mine. But it was too late at this point and I didn’t know how to handle it other than to keep quiet and try to forget about it.
Haha, your poor teacher is the real victim here.
The initials scratching play was gutsy considering how utterly unnecessary it was.
My mother called me useless when I was 8. Dropped a bottle of soda that made the cap break, spilling all the soda on the floor. I’ve had therapy for all the trauma she caused.
Those are both positives - you’re resourceful, creative, and recycle. When you like something, you go all in.
Friend/coworker recently told me that i don’t have a ‘game face.’ Now I’m self conscious that everyone knows what I’m really thinking.
Friend/coworker recently told me that i don’t have a ‘game face.’ Now I’m self conscious that everyone knows what I’m really thinking.
You’re confusing it with “poker face.” “Game face” is when you try to look determined in order to intimidate the other team.
Hope that helps!
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