What's the most guilt-ridden action you have dealt?

[MORRIZSEY]

Mine, I'm ashamed to say, was when I hit a friend with a stick when I was about 9, and they then cried. I did it for a reason, but it was out of proportion and I've felt guilty and horrible about it ever since

[a rejected soul]

there were a couple of regrettable dog films...

[nothappynotsad]

I've spent my whole life feeling guilty for various silly things that were not even necessarily my fault. I've only recently started to live a fairly guilt free life, though sometimes the feeling sneaks up on me if I feel like I'm not calling my mother often enough or I miss a call from my nephew or something like that. There are a few things though, which I'm sure I'll always cringe upon thinking about. I will post them as I come to mind.

When I was about six, I poured salt on a slug because my cousin dared me to. The poor little fellow started to writhe in pain almost immediately and I scooped him up and ran inside to rinse him. He died anyway and it haunts me still.

On my 5th birthday I was halfway between Ohio and California. We were staying in a small motel for the evening and my sisters and I were watching an Olsen twin special on television. I threw a fit because it didn't seem like a birthday at all. I cried and my mother went out and bought a cake. I have no idea why I feel guilty about one fit. I think this may have told my mother I hated her or something.

[the raytownian]

There are things I would not dare to say.

But I will say that I cry when I remember every time that I've struck an animal in anger as a (much, much) younger and more ignorant person (not that it excuses anything).

I will never forgive myself for all my instances of abuse inflicted on helpless creatures as punishment for nothing but my own inability to cope with anger and frustrations.

I am no sadist, but obviously an insecure little boy, to have ever beat an animal weaker than even myself. I've never really physically harmed a human though (besides my sister(s), and we fought like rabid animals sometimes as angry, pissed off young children of po' white trash. It was particularly common between me and the one closest to my age. She beat me with a broomstick once, haha! Thinking of all the times I really hurt her worse than the usual skin-tearing pinches and slaps [we both still have scars we've inflicted on one another] really kills me), but only because I am a coward and a weakling. The fact that I have been so cruel and neglectful totally destroys me to this day.

I haven't done those things in many, many years, and don't ever intend to again, but it'll take dying to live the past down. Nowadays, I only inflict emotional damage on the people around me. I leave the physical damage for myself.

[the raytownian]

also, I feel intense guilt over every missed opportunity to wear a wig and/or mini dress while fucked up (because it really is fun to dress up when you're high)!:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TFHNlxPBco

[billy scissors]

I directed a blind man into a wall

[mcrickson]

I stole a bottle of wine from the church my parents attended when I was thirteen or fourteen. I was told I was supposed to feel bad about it.

[peptastic]

I stepped on my bird 9 years ago. He didn't survive the surgery. It was the worst I've ever felt in my life.

[Skylarker]

Having children.

[CrystalGeezer]

When I was a kid there was a girl who lived in our cul de sac named Barbara who was always very odd and quiet, but hung around and just wanted to please. She was a mess, her face was always dirty and her clothes unkempt. Nobody wanted to go in her house to play ever. I think her parents had issues and didn't really look after her. Anyway, one day the girls in the neighborhood got really vicious and dared her to poop in the backyard. While I was not part of the dare, I didn't do anything to stop it. So she did what most kids under pressure do, she pooped in a hole in her backyard. Then when she did it, everyone said that proved she was disgusting and left. I felt terrible, I left with all the girls. But then it plagued me and I went back a few days later and played dolls with her. She was a very sweet girl, not a lot going on upstairs. She just wanted someone to play with and because she was dirty the neighbor girls villianized her. I still think back and the whole thing breaks my heart a bit.

[DAVIE]

I directed a blind man into a wall

You mean sod :lbf:

[billy scissors]

You mean sod :lbf:

Oh,it wasn't on purpose,I'm just shit at giving directions.

[DAVIE]

Oh,it wasn't on purpose,I'm just shit at giving directions.

your forgiven, at least you didn't do it on purpose! :p

[Skylarker]

When I was a kid there was a girl who lived in our cul de sac named Barbara who was always very odd and quiet, but hung around and just wanted to please. She was a mess, her face was always dirty and her clothes unkempt. Nobody wanted to go in her house to play ever. I think her parents had issues and didn't really look after her. Anyway, one day the girls in the neighborhood got really vicious and dared her to poop in the backyard. While I was not part of the dare, I didn't do anything to stop it. So she did what most kids under pressure do, she pooped in a hole in her backyard. Then when she did it, everyone said that proved she was disgusting and left. I felt terrible, I left with all the girls. But then it plagued me and I went back a few days later and played dolls with her. She was a very sweet girl, not a lot going on upstairs. She just wanted someone to play with and because she was dirty the neighbor girls villianized her. I still think back and the whole thing breaks my heart a bit.

Wow, that's seriously like the most depressing story ever, dude.

[nothappynotsad]

When I was a kid there was a girl who lived in our cul de sac named Barbara who was always very odd and quiet, but hung around and just wanted to please. She was a mess, her face was always dirty and her clothes unkempt. Nobody wanted to go in her house to play ever. I think her parents had issues and didn't really look after her. Anyway, one day the girls in the neighborhood got really vicious and dared her to poop in the backyard. While I was not part of the dare, I didn't do anything to stop it. So she did what most kids under pressure do, she pooped in a hole in her backyard. Then when she did it, everyone said that proved she was disgusting and left. I felt terrible, I left with all the girls. But then it plagued me and I went back a few days later and played dolls with her. She was a very sweet girl, not a lot going on upstairs. She just wanted someone to play with and because she was dirty the neighbor girls villianized her. I still think back and the whole thing breaks my heart a bit.

That is so sad. I'm glad you went back and played with her. Did you ever play after that? What happened to her? Did she move away? Did she remain odd and alone?




Wow, that's seriously like the most depressing story ever, dude.
I know, it just burned my soul with the ember of it's tragedy, man.

[mcrickson]

Can I take mine back? The most guilt-ridden action I have ever dealt is that I am trolling an autistic girl on a Morrissey forum. Her name is Kewpie.

[Skylarker]

Can I take mine back? The most guilt-ridden action I have ever dealt is that I am trolling an autistic girl on a Morrissey forum. Her name is Kewpie.

What you interpret as autistic is, I'm sorry to tell you, just flat-out retarded.

[Skylarker]

That is so sad. I'm glad you went back and played with her. Did you ever play after that? What happened to her? Did she move away? Did she remain odd and alone?




I know, it just burned my soul with the ember of it's tragedy, man.

I wasn't joking. Shit like that makes me sad.

I remember a story my mom used to tell about this kid on the playground when she was in grammar school, maybe 1966 or 67...he was a really nice guy but really ugly, and some of the other boys picked him up and turned him upside down and put him in the garbage can...not the big Home Depot plastic apartment-sized garbage cans like we have today but one of those old school Oscar the Grouch metal ones. And they threw a bunch of candy bar wrappers and shit on him.

Kids are cruel.

[cornelius blaze]

nothing yet:
http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k238/morrisseysolo/tumblr_lvyfyp1V2Y1qd2f3fo1_r1_500.gif