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Jems, screw it now. They probably don't even remember the incidents.
Don't beat yourself up about it. We've all grown up, changed, and hopefully matured.
posted by
SpitFire70
on November 5, 2004 at 12:35 AM
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SpitFire
True...he was just a kid...but I felt I let my friend down by not standing up for her. I feel I could have been a better friend. After all, I'm sure all the kids teasing her knew I hung out with her.
posted by
Jemmie211
on November 5, 2004 at 12:31 AM
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Okay, Jems, so why bother even thinking of bringing it up to him,
ya know? Screw it. He was just a kid and obviously grew up.
posted by
SpitFire70
on October 25, 2004 at 8:57 PM
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SpitFire
If I thought he'd do the same thing today, I wouldn't talk to him anymore. So, I say no. He's actually a good guy these days. I haven't asked him yet, but if he passed the Hawaii BAR exam, he's now working for the prosecutor's office on Maui.
posted by
Jemmie211
on October 25, 2004 at 8:52 AM
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Jems, do you think he's the same way today?
I mean, do ya think he'd make fun of someone like that still? If not, hell, let it go.
posted by
SpitFire70
on October 23, 2004 at 4:28 PM
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Always always guilty
I've always believed that regret is a waste of time since we cannot turn back time. However, I will always regret and feel guilty about the following:
In high school one of my two best friends was a very large Hawaiian girl. I'd gone to school with her all my life, and she always had a weight problem. But I never saw it because she was such a sweetheart and one of the best people I've ever met. She and I spent nearly each and every day together in high school and when we weren't actually physically with each other, we'd usually be on the phone with each other.
Anyway, one day I was in my Hawaiian history class when one of my fellow classmates started talking about my friend and making jokes about her weight. The people he was talking to were laughing so hard they were practically falling on the floor. I got pissed off but kept my mouth shut and didn't defend her because I was scared that all those kids would hate me.
Now, all these years later, I am ashamed that I didn't tell them all to go to hell. I should have stood up for my best friend, but I was too chicken.
I've never told her about the incident. And to this day, I still wish I could tell off the kid who had started the jokes (since I still keep in touch with him, too), but I'm sure he wouldn't even remember the incident.
posted by
Jemmie211
on October 23, 2004 at 12:41 PM
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Aw, come on INC! You can give it up, can't ya?
Well, if not, that's okay. We all have stuff we need to keep to ourselves!
posted by
SpitFire70
on October 23, 2004 at 1:45 AM
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That I know better.
posted by
Zachary.N.Miles
on October 23, 2004 at 12:39 AM
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See, Kelli? THAT'S what it's all about!!
So, IMO, you shouldn't feel guilty. You should actually be proud for at least 2 reasons: 1) you quit and 2) you learned life lessons from the experience.
posted by
SpitFire70
on October 23, 2004 at 12:33 AM
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Yes, that was a lesson (secret) quickly learned. Thankyou Norseman
posted by
Kelli
on October 22, 2004 at 7:59 PM
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That's the secret to life Kelli
Gathering up good energy out of bad situations. What more can we do?
posted by
A_Norseman
on October 22, 2004 at 7:55 PM
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Spitfire, you're right, and that's where I fall short because I still hold
it against myself. I abused cocaine for several years, maybe 6 or 7, and quit in 98. Just lots of baggage goes with it; although I learned a great deal from something that is so bad. Things I never would have been able to learn otherwise.
posted by
Kelli
on October 22, 2004 at 5:36 PM
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It sure does - in spades.
posted by
Hollee
on October 22, 2004 at 5:16 PM
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Oh, Hollee, I suppose what goes around comes around, huh?
posted by
SpitFire70
on October 22, 2004 at 5:12 PM
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Kelli, why do you feel guilty? It wasn't your fault for becoming addicted
(if you were addicted) to drugs. It's a common thing to experiment with drugs, hell, I did, too.
posted by
SpitFire70
on October 22, 2004 at 5:11 PM
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Can't talk about mine either - the guilt is overwhelming.
Though I did make fun of my older sister for getting her butt stuck in a chair once. It hurt her feelings - and for that, I was sorry--for a while--til the next time she beat the crap out of me.
posted by
Hollee
on October 22, 2004 at 5:06 PM
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I was not going to answer this, but what the fuck, drug abuse
posted by
Kelli
on October 22, 2004 at 5:01 PM
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Wow, EclecticKat, that sounds kinda scary!
posted by
SpitFire70
on October 22, 2004 at 5:00 PM
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A-Norseman, sorry, just saw your next comment. Thanks for visiting my
website. I'll be happy to answer any questions if you have any. I really need to update the site, too. I have just been so busy. I have lots of new pics and a few other kewl stuff to add to it.
posted by
SpitFire70
on October 22, 2004 at 4:59 PM
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A-Norseman, that is a great story! Wow, isn't it funny to think back and
wonder what and how our thought process worked as a little kid? Sorry things didn't go your way, but ya gotta admit, that was pretty damn creative thinking on your part!
posted by
SpitFire70
on October 22, 2004 at 4:57 PM
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Oh, By the way
I went to your website...I am TOTALLY INTRIGUED, That is very cool stuff.
posted by
A_Norseman
on October 22, 2004 at 1:07 PM
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I thought of one
that I can talk about. In seventh grade there was this guy, Erik Foster. ALL the girls liked him and hung around with him and I couldn't figure it out because he was not big and strong like me, in fact he was kind of a sissy. It just didn't make sense to me. Years later I realized he was actually just one of the girls if you know what I mean. So I devised this plan to win the attention of these females. I went under his desk and unbuckled his flute case. When he picked it up to leave his flute fell to the floor in pieces. I did this so that he would want to fight me and then when I won the fight I thought all the girls would like me. Instead he just looked sad and hurt that I would be so mean, and then all the girls hated me. I was never mean to anyone else again, I still feel bad about it when I think of it, and would like every much to tell Erik I am sorry.
posted by
A_Norseman
on October 22, 2004 at 1:06 PM
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My past. Dark ugly like that ring around the bathtub..nothing gets the taint out.
posted by
EclecticKat
on October 22, 2004 at 11:29 AM
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S-S-Kewl, oh, we've all done stupid crap like that.
Hmmm, I hope this question doesn't start dredging up bad memories for everyone! Maybe I should change today's question?
posted by
SpitFire70
on October 21, 2004 at 5:40 PM
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Well, A-Norseman, thanks for playing our game, anyway.
Sorry, no parting gifts.
posted by
SpitFire70
on October 21, 2004 at 5:39 PM
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Leaving a box of old family photos stored at a friend's house......
they moved out and I never went to go get the pictures. They're gone and I've lost - my family's lost - all those wonderful records of my ancestors. I'm a worthless piece of crap, I tell you!
posted by
shortskirtsrkewl
on October 21, 2004 at 5:30 PM
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Umm.......I can't tell you. Sorry.
posted by
A_Norseman
on October 21, 2004 at 5:14 PM
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