Open Thread: What Youthful Cruelty Do You Regret?

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  1. Joanna Schroeder says:

    Great open thread topic.

    I will never forget telling my mom, in about 3rd grade, about a song we all sang about the girl in our class who was most bullied. She pulled the car over and gave me a lecture about empathy and compassion and made me feel like I was going to die of guilt. Of course, I responded by being enraged at her for no reason. It’s hard to know what to do with guilt and regret when you’re a kid (or adult) so it often just turns straight into rage.

    Older, I think my worst crimes were gossip. I never teased anyone after that incident, but I was a gossip. Not fictions, but opinions and truths, like “Angie’s skin is horrible, who would kiss her?” typical horrifying Mean Girl shit that literally every woman I know did.

    But worst was not noticing what an asshole I was to a boy who liked me, whom I thought was just a pal. We spent a lot of time together, and I would completely ignore him when I got a boyfriend or other plans.

    I can’t believe I just admitted all this publicly. I look back at my life before I was 33 or so and I think, “I truly would never go back in time to be that person.”

  2. I went to high school with a girl who, upon reflection, probably had Asperger’s Syndrome. Sonya was very matronly looking, with a hairdo and glasses a 70 year old wouldn’t be caught dead wearing, an ET Phone Home shirt, and blue polyester pants. She walked at an angle, as if she were trying to keep up with her massive chest. I was nice to everyone, which is how I got coerced into going over to her house, where I saw her life-sized poster of Luke Skywalker strategically placed over her bed, and a large model of the Enterprise hanging close by. She had no friends, and I felt bad for her, so I brought her into my group of geeky-but-cool friends. We soon regretted it, as she was ALWAYS around, with her ever-solemn demeanor, and we couldn’t have any fun. One day I noticed some strange marks on her arm, and I asked her about them. She said, “Oh, I bite myself when I get angry.” Now I was never mean to her face, but I DID use that tidbit to amuse myself and my friends. I would get behind Sonya, but within view of a friend, and then I would pretend to bite my arm ferociously. We would about die from our stifled laughter. Another time I noticed that she would meticulously straighten the discard pile when we would play Uno. One by one, I shared my observation with my friends, telling them to purposely overshoot the pile. Watching Sonya frantically grabbing for flying cards….well, I’m giggling just remembering it. I’m a horrible, horrible person (like the Bare Naked Ladies, I’m the kind of gal who laughs at a funeral). But I DO regret it. I really do.

  3. I regret laughing at racist jokes so much, even being racist in though for a while as a kid even though I had aboriginal friends and got along great with them. I regret that after being bullied so much I bullied a bit myself. I set cane toads on fire as a kid, I regret that since they should have just been killed humanely.

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