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There were two times in my life where I grew my hair out and had shoulder-length long hair and I’ve gotten some pretty nasty comments for it, both online and in-person.
I’ve had some pretty nasty insults thrown at me, like “pedophile”, “tr***y”, etc
Even when I posted a pic of myself on another account on r/ToastMe on Reddit (basically opposite of RoastMe), most of the comments were people openly shitting on my appearance and the mods turned a blind eye to it…
I used to compete in an annual competition in high school, one year I got 4th, the next third. You needed first to progress to national level.
A friend of my teacher said “when do you just shoot the horse” right in front of me.
Thankfully I never saw that guy again, but Jesus, what an asshole. That was the last year I did that competition.
What an absolutely awful attitude to have around children. Forget celebrating all you achieved, or the fact that you’re clearly improving, it wasn’t good enough after two attempts so just give up forever.
I’m so lost. I feel like I’m missing something obvious here. Are you the horse? What does this mean?
Probably a horse shooting competition
Yeah, he was saying how many times do I have to lose before they stop sending me to the competition.
What the fuck? Were there so few participants that 3rd was a bad result? High school has four years, right? 4th, 3rd, 2nd, 1st place, seems to me you were on track.
I have a bit of a story to tell about this particular question.
It’s a question I asked of myself.
Brought on by my sister calling child protective services on me after my wife died. She left me. With four children, and I was in mourning and not dealing well.
It led me the ask the most painful question of myself. Am I a good father?
The answer was no.
I wasn’t a good father. And I’m glad she made that call. It woke me up, and I changed everything around. Or at least, I hope so.
How long ago was this, and how are things today? Username doesn’t check out, I hope?
Depends on the kind of crack. Maybe he’s a plumber.
It was two occasions about eight years apart. One was Mom calling to tell me Dad died, the other was my brother calling me about Mom.
I’m leaving you.
A guy screamed in my ear so loudly i got tinnitus
