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Post by SharksFan99 on Dec 7, 2017 23:36:15 GMT 10
Do you hold grudges?
For me personally, it depends on the situation.
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Post by fanofdorks on Dec 8, 2017 2:59:37 GMT 10
Depends.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2017 12:34:53 GMT 10
Most times, I do.
Sometimes I'll forgive but never forget, other times I'll just never forgive.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2017 4:17:20 GMT 10
I flippin' well do! I bear grudges going back as far as 1965!
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Post by aja675 on Dec 21, 2017 18:16:07 GMT 10
Yes. My classmates from when I was 16-19. When I rant about my issues from the past, people think that they work like, some people said some bad things about me eight years ago and I stayed angry about those people with literally no breaks, but that's not how it works. It's more like, the people that came before my college classmates only kind of scarred me and made me a little more rough around the edges, but they did not teach me how to lose hope, at least that's what I thought. Turns out I was in denial the entire time, and that's why I thought I had recovered so fast: because I was in the sunken place all along and I had lost touch with my real self, and that's why I was so annoying and thirsty. Like, I really made my college classmates annoyed with all my thirstiness. Even though I had gotten out of the kitchen because I couldn't stand the heat, I started fires everywhere I went because I was so used to the heat even though I hated it. The people who came before them were a lot meaner, and they themselves were only kinda bitchy, but they weren't very validating either, and the lack of validation was what disillusioned me. My high school classmates were more over-the-top in their meanness, but TBH, they weren't the ones who left me with a school shooter/incel-like bitter mindset, my college classmates were.
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Post by SharksFan99 on Dec 21, 2017 18:59:24 GMT 10
Yes. My classmates from when I was 16-19. When I rant about my issues from the past, people think that it works like, some people said some bad things about me eight years ago and I stayed angry about those people with literally no breaks, but that's not how it works. It's more like, the people that came before my college classmates only kind of scarred me and made me a little more rough around the edges, but they did not teach me how to lose hope, at least that's what I thought. Turns out I was in denial the entire time, and that's why I thought I had recovered so fast: because I was in the sunken place all along and I had lost touch with my real self, and that's why I was so annoying and thirsty. Like, I really made my college classmates annoyed with all my thirstiness. Even though I had gotten out of the kitchen because I couldn't stand the heat, I started fires everywhere I went because I was so used to the heat even though I hated it. The people who came before them were a lot meaner, and they themselves were only kinda bitchy, but they weren't very validating either, and the lack of validation was what disillusioned me. My high school classmates were more over-the-top in their meanness, but TBH, they weren't the ones who left me with a school shooter/incel-like bitter mindset, my college classmates were. I'm sorry to hear about your experiences from when you were 16-19. 
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2017 21:31:56 GMT 10
For me, it depends on the situation.
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Post by AussieTV on Dec 21, 2017 22:38:11 GMT 10
I think it depends on the situation/problem personally.
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Post by aja675 on Dec 24, 2017 1:11:53 GMT 10
Yes. My classmates from when I was 16-19. When I rant about my issues from the past, people think that they work like, some people said some bad things about me eight years ago and I stayed angry about those people with literally no breaks, but that's not how it works. It's more like, the people that came before my college classmates only kind of scarred me and made me a little more rough around the edges, but they did not teach me how to lose hope, at least that's what I thought. Turns out I was in denial the entire time, and that's why I thought I had recovered so fast: because I was in the sunken place all along and I had lost touch with my real self, and that's why I was so annoying and thirsty. Like, I really made my college classmates annoyed with all my thirstiness. Even though I had gotten out of the kitchen because I couldn't stand the heat, I started fires everywhere I went because I was so used to the heat even though I hated it. The people who came before them were a lot meaner, and they themselves were only kinda bitchy, but they weren't very validating either, and the lack of validation was what disillusioned me. My high school classmates were more over-the-top in their meanness, but TBH, they weren't the ones who left me with a school shooter/incel-like bitter mindset, my college classmates were.  Pretty much what happened among us. To make them stop their roasting, I changed the way I talked and acted in order to be more like a Philippine bogan, and I indeed succeeded in being like one, but it got to the point that even when studies were getting hard and they were taking their studies seriously, I was still making dumb jokes and overusing annoying slang terms. Like, there was this one time almost four years ago when a professor called me out for using an informal slang term in a recitation. That's proof of how hard I was trying to fit in to the detriment of the more important things in life.
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Post by aja675 on Mar 22, 2018 2:07:39 GMT 10
Yes. My classmates from when I was 16-19. When I rant about my issues from the past, people think that it works like, some people said some bad things about me eight years ago and I stayed angry about those people with literally no breaks, but that's not how it works. It's more like, the people that came before my college classmates only kind of scarred me and made me a little more rough around the edges, but they did not teach me how to lose hope, at least that's what I thought. Turns out I was in denial the entire time, and that's why I thought I had recovered so fast: because I was in the sunken place all along and I had lost touch with my real self, and that's why I was so annoying and thirsty. Like, I really made my college classmates annoyed with all my thirstiness. Even though I had gotten out of the kitchen because I couldn't stand the heat, I started fires everywhere I went because I was so used to the heat even though I hated it. The people who came before them were a lot meaner, and they themselves were only kinda bitchy, but they weren't very validating either, and the lack of validation was what disillusioned me. My high school classmates were more over-the-top in their meanness, but TBH, they weren't the ones who left me with a school shooter/incel-like bitter mindset, my college classmates were. I'm sorry to hear about your experiences from when you were 16-19. The sad part is that we were dealing here with a bunch of normal (but mean) people who just so happened to have low tolerances for my attention-seeking ways. Also, to be fair, if they did not read me to filth, life would eventually have done that anyway. I had those attention-seeking ways because I was in complete denial of the person I really was and because I thought that would make me happier if I didn't confront my problems.
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Post by aja675 on Mar 27, 2018 15:19:56 GMT 10
Yes. My classmates from when I was 16-19. When I rant about my issues from the past, people think that they work like, some people said some bad things about me eight years ago and I stayed angry about those people with literally no breaks, but that's not how it works. It's more like, the people that came before my college classmates only kind of scarred me and made me a little more rough around the edges, but they did not teach me how to lose hope, at least that's what I thought. Turns out I was in denial the entire time, and that's why I thought I had recovered so fast: because I was in the sunken place all along and I had lost touch with my real self, and that's why I was so annoying and thirsty. Like, I really made my college classmates annoyed with all my thirstiness. Even though I had gotten out of the kitchen because I couldn't stand the heat, I started fires everywhere I went because I was so used to the heat even though I hated it. The people who came before them were a lot meaner, and they themselves were only kinda bitchy, but they weren't very validating either, and the lack of validation was what disillusioned me. My high school classmates were more over-the-top in their meanness, but TBH, they weren't the ones who left me with a school shooter/incel-like bitter mindset, my college classmates were. Like, as for the people from my early teens, I stopped ruminating about them once they were gone because they were mean to everyone anyway and because of how I knew they had bad upbringings anyway. But the people from my late teens, they make me want to recite the opening monologue to Never Ever by All Saints. Because let's face it, the fact that I pissed off a bunch of people who had perfectly OK childhoods and were perfectly nice to most people makes me feel like a failure. Honestly, all this would never have happened if only I had more self-awareness and if I weren't so fake. Let's face it, fake people are annoying. I thought I was happy, but the truth was that I was hiding so many bad things (and my real self) in my subconscious. I know that I shouldn't blame myself, but the fact is that even though I shouldn't do that, the truth is I wish somebody else could have called me out for being fake in a less mean manner. Or better yet, I wish that when I was in elementary, my teachers would not have let me get away with being weird and not let me get away with stuff I shouldn't have gotten away with and wouldn't have been able to in other schools with chavvier and less safe atmospheres. (Examples would be how I would wander around the classroom and fidget with my hands and throw tantrums like a non-verbal toddler, and yet my teachers would just shut down any rumors of me being some kind of special ed and let me get away with being weird just because I had the talking and writing skills of someone in high school. To think that this was when I was already pushing 13. Also, for some reason, my teachers let me get away with letting my mom do art projects. That's why I was shite at them in my teens.)
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