64 People Reveal The Things They Remain Salty About No Matter How Much Time Passes

You may have heard that the best way to get over a past wrong is to forgive the perpetrator. But as with most things in life, that's usually much easier said than done. No matter if we need to pardon ourselves or someone else.

To explore these difficult situations (and hopefully learn a thing or two that would help to deal with them), let's take a look at a few Reddit threads (one and two) that asked people what bitter experiences do they remain salty about no matter how much time passes by.

We can't escape our past. It will always be there, following us like a shadow. If only accepting it would be as simple as flicking a light switch.


I entered a competition where you had to be the first to type the lyrics to Auld Lang Syne.

I did it first with seconds to spare and was disqualified for not using the 'correct' lyrics. They apparently wanted the Americanised lyrics.

I'm Scottish. The song is Scottish.

I will never not be angry when I think about it.

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The fact that Al Gore won the Nobel Peace Prize in 2007 against a woman who saved the most children in the Holocaust. That pisses me off like nothing else.

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We used to play Candyland all the time at the babysitters. One time I drew the Snow Queen and the babysitter said "it's too early for that card," and made me put it back in the deck and draw again." Her daughter drew the Snow Queen a few turns later and the babysitter lit up like "oOOooO Snow Queen!!!" and moved her piece. I was 4, but will never forget.

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When I was a kid, my a*****e neighbour ran over my cat who was sleeping under his car. I begged and cried to just let me pull him out but he refused. He wasn't even sorry afterwards. It still hurts 20 years later

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Seven years ago, I interviewed with a company. I had four phone interviews and two in-person interviews, including a panel interview to present the projects they assigned to me during the interview process.

F*****s ended up ghosting me.

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My mother once deliberately scheduled a family trip to Disney World so that I couldn't go.

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I used to work for a pretty evil tech company in tech support. I was miserable only because I couldn't seem to get promoted.

I got an offer at a place only 10 minutes from my house. Same pay, free parking, and happiness.

I put my two weeks' notice in at my current job, and they were suddenly falling all over themselves to give me the promotion I had so wanted (specializing in web tracking software, which I was really good at). I agreed to stay on if they would promote me to that position.

I was young and naive, of course. They f****d me. I declined the other job offer, and then they denied me the promotion after I'd jumped through a bunch of hoops to qualify for it.

I rage-walked out of work that day. I rage-walked 9.85 miles. I was furious.

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During fifth grade kickball I was wrongfully called out because this sh*thead kid was blocking the base. We work for the same company now, different departments. I can't help but give him the side eye when I see him in the hallway. I'm 40.

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This trivia quiz I was a part of, at a nearby social club. Eight-year-old me was the kid in my team, and our team was tied with another one for the top prize. The quizmaster said, "now you folks need to sit down quietly. Just raise your hands if you know the answer to this tie-breaker question; don't just shout it out."

He asked the question. I knew the answer. I raised my hand. Someone in the other team shouted out the answer instead. They got the points and won. No one even stopped to look at me.

Screw you, idiotic quizmaster.

EDIT: Someone asked me what the question was. It was "2nd October is celebrated as Mahatma Gandhi's birthday all over India. But which other prominent leader was also born on the same day?" (The answer, as most Indians will know, is Lal Bahadur Shastri, the second Prime Minister.)

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My mum bought herself a laptop on my 13th birthday, and got me a mug.

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I took an amazing job opportunity that increased my salary by 40K a year. It was an at-will contract. 30 days after I took the job, I was called into HR, told they were letting me go, and offered no explanation because they weren't required to.

I have no idea what I did or didn't do, was not given any specifics, and still get mad just thinking about it.

I got another job about 3 months later for around the same salary in a lower cost of living area. It all worked out in the end but I am still f*****g salty about getting fired with no explanation.

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When I was like 6 or 7 I went to McDonald's with my grandmother and my teenage aunt and uncle.

My grandmother bought my uncle a full meal and made my aunt and I share a small fry.

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The sh*tty Hobbit trilogy.

Instead of returning to Middle Earth for a three hour tale recounting Bilbo's adventures to Lonely Mountain, they 'adapted' a ~300 page book into a gaudy, soulless trilogy in order to make three times the money.

Shame on them!

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When I moved and had to leave the high school I was at I found out one of my teacher thought I was a smoker which is why they were always sh*tty to me.

No, my clothes just smell like s**t because my parents and brother both chain smoke and there was nothing I could do about it at the time.

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Live in a community with an HOA. Was member in good standing, owed no dues or anything. Property manager didnt get pool pass mailed to me. 2 weeks into pool season, I'm pregnant. Manager says "its in the mail." I try to go to the pool to use it. Pool guy will not let me in. Prop manager says I cant go in until the pass arrives at my house even though she admits it is me on the phone, I have ID, and it is 2 weeks into pool season. Threatens to call the cops on me for being hostile.


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A few years ago I ordered the Shrimp and Chicken Gumbo at Cheesecake Factory. It wasn’t until a few minutes into my entree that I noticed they forgot to add the shrimp. Well when we told our waitress, she started to accuse me of having eaten all the shrimp and was being very abrasive. Didn’t replace the order. Didn’t bring out any shrimp. A few minutes go by and we hear someone from a nearby table complaining to the same waitress and demanding their gumbo be remade because they asked for no shrimp. Pretty obvious the waitress got our orders mixed up but nope, the only logical explanation was that I picked out and ate all shrimp and was only complaining to get my meal comped. I still can’t go back...

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During dinner time as a child (around 6-9ish) my 3 siblings and I would have to finish our plates then ask our Mam for permission to leave the table, presumably to go do some dumb 6 year old stuff.

One time we had pasta and tuna (my favourite) so i wolfed it down in record time, strolled into the living room with my head held high and my chest puffed out, to inform my mother that It was time for me to be excused to go play Cool Spot on the Sega Megadrive.
As she followed me back into the dining room my plate was miraculously full of pasta and my older brother's was completely spotless, and despite my pleading for her to see reason my brother got to go upstairs and claim the Megadrive for himself and I had to sit through another helping of inedible pasta (since he had diabolically covered it in enough salt to dry up my tears).
I later found out that he had "paid off" my younger brother and sister to back him up with the promise of listening to his new Busted CD.

To this day I feel as though i harbour resentment towards him for his betrayal.

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When I was in elementary school, I had finished the worksheet we were given and quickly became bored. So naturally, I pulled out my compass (for geometry — not the one that tells directions), and started spinning it on my desk. The teacher got pissed and confiscated it, saying that I “could have it back at the end of the day.” I never got it back and was nervous to approach her about it. This was nearly 15 years ago.

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One time I took a piece of cake to school as my lunch food. It was all I had for that day. One idiot decides because it's cake I have to share it. I explain that it's all the food I brought for this day and thus will not be sharing, he suddenly gets up and smashes his hand into my cake. I try to protect it but I was too slow. It also happened after the cafeteria closed so I had nothing to eat that day. I am still mad about that and hope that guy has a terrible job now and is unhappy. not that I hold grudes or anything


My 7th grade English teacher accused me, in front of the class, of having copied a short story that I had written. It wasn't even loosely based on anything I had read prior to that, it was just well written. That episode led to a lot of mistrust of teachers thereafter. Its been about thirty years, but I still get steamed up when I think about it.


When I was a senior in high school, I wanted to be a National Honor Society officer. I was also in the marching band. The lady who in charge of NHS was also the librarian, and I spent my 5th period every day working in the library. Because I was already in NHS, she had me helping her doing a bunch of the stuff that an officer SHOULD have been doing (organizing records, keeping track of everyone's service hours, etc.) When it came time to choose officers for the following year, I thought "Hey, I'm a shoo-in, right? I've literally already been doing the job."

Nope. She decided not to let me be an officer because she didn't think someone in the band could have the time to really perform the duties, even though I'd been doing it for six months. Turned out she had some vendetta against the band because she thought we got too much special treatment.

F**k her.

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I had perfect attendance in 9th grade, until one day in the final month of class I was marked absent! I got home and my mom yelled at me for skipping but I was so confused because I hadn’t skipped any classes! I had one absence that year.


In elementary school I drew a picture of a dolphin with his hole spitting water out of it. My teacher was completely sure that they didn't had any hole, and shamed me in front of the class. I saw a lot of national geographic documentaries and knew that it was a mammal and needed to breathe. To this day I'm angry about it

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My family went on holiday without me three years in a row when I was a teenager. Aged 16, my mum booked the holiday for when I was sitting my GCSEs so couldn't possibly go. She says we'll go somewhere good the next year. Next year rolls around and she books it for the week I have my AS levels and my driving test (test was booked 3 months in advance as waiting lists were so long). Following year she booked it for when I was doing my A levels. I was royally pissed that one week I could do with my mother's support she was gone. My friends had parents bringing them revision snacks and celebratory dinners after exams and I was home alone. Worst bit was my mum's a teacher so she knew when the exams would be and shouldn't have been going on holiday during term time herself.


Kid on my brother's little league team wanted to borrow my jp velociraptor hand puppet I got for my birthday in '96. He never gave it back, and when I asked at school he denied it all.

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My parents kept talking about getting rid of their piano but weren’t ready to. I said that since it was the one from my childhood that I grew up playing, and I didn’t have one, I’d like to have it. They could let me know when they were ready to part with it. They said it was too much of a pain to move (we lived a block away. You could have literally rolled it out the back door and up the street) and they didn’t want me paying a mover. So I said no worries, I’ll wait as long as you like. This went on for a year. It came up almost once a week. I’d ask if I could just come get it. They said no they weren’t ready. No worries. They’d bring it over sometime.

Then one day I came over and the piano was gone. I asked what was up and they said my cousin, who lives 3 hours away, had been looking for one for her daughters, so my dad had loaded it up into a truck he rented and personally delivered it.

My parents claimed they didn’t think I was interested in it.


So in the 4th grade, a teacher made me stay after school to finish a project I had forgotten about. Now in my household, having to stay after school for whatever reason usually ended up in a beating because you messed up and embarrassed the family. Nine year old me left the classroom an hour later absolutely terrified, tearing up because I knew when I got home I was going to get beat. The next day the teacher pulled me in front of the class, told me to never make a scene like that again and basically called me a cry baby. I've never cried in school before and I was only 9 years old - you'd think she'd question why this kid was so terrified to go home? A few months later one of my brother's teachers realized something was not right, and we were taken out of my dad's house immediately. It's a small town so I know she must have heard why. I hope she took it to heart and never treated an ab*sed kid like that again. Part of me hopes it's still on her conscience after all these years, but I recognize that's not healthy.


That I’m required to have a masters degree to be a full librarian while someone who has never spent a day in a classroom, whose CHILDREN have never spent a day in a public school classroom can be appointed Secretary of Education


In the first week at my first job, a coworker asked me to do something after my boss asked me to do something else. When I told him the boss wanted me doing something else, my coworker yelled very loudly saying how I should never talk back to him. I had anxiety around that guy from then on, and after that I always seemed to be on his bad side. It took me years before I learned that he had legitimate mental issues and I didn't do anything wrong.


My ex left me with no explanation, twice. We got back together and pulled the same s**t on me. I'm over the relationship, but I'd love to know why. That s**t eats me up inside some times.


In the fourth grade, a teacher asked me* what the freezing point was, I said 0 degrees, thinking celcius. She told me I was wrong, it's 32 degrees.

It's been 15 years and I still hold on to that hate.

Edit: a word

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In Reception (First Grade for non UK based people) we were in a circle and the teacher (Mrs Brown) asked us to go around the circle and for everyone to name a fruit. When it got to me i said 'Sharon Fruit' (which is also called a Persimmon), Mrs Brown told me not to make up names if i didn't have one and everyone laughed at me even though it is 100% a real fruit.

That was probably 20 years ago and i still get annoyed about it now.

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Senior year of high school I was accused of snitching to the principal about the senior prank (I didn’t; everyone just sucked at keeping it a secret) and was booed at graduation rehearsal.

Like, really? F**k you guys.


In 4th grade we had a multiplication math test. I knew my stuff so i was confident in 100%. I got it back with a 99%. The only one i got "wrong" was 6x4. I knew it was 24 but there was the ever-so-slightest line from my pencil that made my 4 look like a 6. Goddamn it I wanted that 100%. Its been 25 years and I still think about that on occasion.


Third grade. We had a contest to redesign the American flag, and I was an artsy kid, so I was all like "I'mma win the S**T out of this contest." I made a construction paper American flag, with one large star on top on a field of the deepest, most beautiful blue you've ever seen, perched atop thirteen columns of vertical red and white stripes. (Yeah, basically Captain America's chest.) I was *so* proud.

Then *Beth* wins the contest (with me in 2nd place) with a flag that is basically our current flag, but instead of stars it has a teddy bear with sunglasses.



My brother sold my Gameboy color and copy of Pokemon yellow to GameStop when we were kids. I love him but I'll never let him forget


A company contacted me about interviewing me for an internship and then rejected me after that. I wasn't even planning on applying to them.


when I was like 8 years old I came into possession of a comic book. I don't remember what it was, all I can remember is how excited I was to open it up to read it. I had an older cousin who was around 14 and he demanded he read it first, even though it was mine. We got into a huge fight about it and for some reason all the adults who were around said I should share with him and let him read it first, so I begrudgingly let him. I sat across from him as he read the comic, and I swear he took his sweet a*s time. He took forever reading, and I waited patiently for him to finish. As soon as he finished, he got up, walked it over to me, and just as I reached out to read it, he ripped it up and shred it into pieces while laughing. To say I was pissed is an understatement; if I had a knife on me at that exact moment I swear I would have stabbed him.

This was over 30 years ago and anytime I run into the same cousin I say hi but immediately mutter to myself "you comic book ripping motherf**ker..." It's insane how much these little things stay ingrained in us.


I have a mom friend. Our kids don't play together anymore because I am convinced her son is a budding psycho. He would come over to play with our kids, and purposely break toys, he took all our kids lego figures and pulled the heads, bottoms, hats off and threw them around our basement. We are pretty sure he took a bunch home, as we can't find about ten of them. We went to a water park with each other, and their son vanished. We were all yelling and running everywhere looking for him, we were in the middle of making the place go into lock down when he popped out from hiding. He was hiding the whole time watching his parents freak out. The breaking point for me was this; We used to walk our kids to the library together. I pushed my youngest in a stroller, as the hills in our neighborhood are too much for her little legs. One day her son asks if he can push my kid. I tell him sure, but be careful. He takes off with the stroller, running full speed up a hill, we are yelling for him to stop, and he's laughing, not slowing at all. He reaches the top of the hill, stops running, and shoves my stroller with toddler inside it down the hilly road. Thank god the stroller veered left and hit the curb and didn't speed down the hill through the busy intersection. I was done after that. The other mom thinks I'm super uptight and that her kid is an angel. Ugh.


My mom called me one day and asked me to take care of her three dogs... They lived 60 miles away.

Said I would. When I asked her for how long she said for the week. She, my dad and my brother were at the airport getting to board their plane to Hawaii. I still have never been.


My eighth grade math teacher graded our homework, which we went over together in class. I completely f****d up a concept we just learned and as a result got every homework question wrong. I told my teacher this and she said something to the effect of “too bad. You should’ve done it correctly. Take the zero.”

About a month later, we started another new concept and I made sure every question was answered correctly. Upon grading the homework, a classmate of mine said something to the effect of “Ms. LastName, I got every question wrong because I messed up the concept.”

The math teacher then said “Don’t worry about it, I won’t grade today’s homework.”

This was the first and only time she didn’t grade our homework.

I hope she rots in hell.


After throwing a massive party and paying for flights and accommodation for our entire extended family for my Brother when he joined the Navy, my mother refused to pay £15 for my official University Graduation picture.

On my 21st Birthday, she volunteered me to to taxi all my relatives to the restaurant/bar where my party was held. After making about eight 10 mile round-trips, I waited at home for 2 hours until my cousin finished work to drive me to my own party.

When I moved to the states, my parents organised a big family get together as a Bon Voyage party. It was catered like a wedding where you have to make your choice of meal ahead of time so the caterers knew how many of each thing to make. She forgot to order a meal for only one person out of about 50. Can you guess who didn't get to eat?


Once my third grade teacher was asking us about state abbreviations. She got to Florida and I raised my hand and said 'FL'. She told me I was wrong and that it was 'FA', and at the time I thought teachers were infallable so I took her word for it. Fast forward to sixth grade geography, state abreviations comes up, and I write 'FA' on a quiz, which obviously turned out to be wrong. I was so mad at my third grade teacher for misleading me, and to be honest it's something I think about more often than I should.

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Like most kids, I was obsessed with Harry Potter. Annoyingly obsessed. I would talk about it all the time and correct people on things they got wrong. I guess I was kind of like Hermione. Anyway, I mention this because it was basically a dominant personality trait of mine to anyone who knew me.

I see my dad once a year at Christmas. When I was 11, my cousin Robert (who doesn't like Harry Potter) got the LEGO Hogwarts Castle from my dad, and it was wrapped in Harry Potter wrapping paper. I got costume jewelry. I still remember how bitterly jealous I was when I watched him open it and then move on to the next thing, totally uninterested.

After we finished opening presents, I went into the kitchen and fished out the Harry Potter wrapping paper from the trash can and kept it. I think I still have it with the rest of my Harry Potter stuff in the basement.

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The week before Christmas in the year 2000, we did a quiz in maths class rather than actual maths. I'm 13 at this point, just for clarity. In the sports round, one question was "who did England lose to in the Euros this summer?" which was dead easy. I wrote down "portugal and romania" and we moved on.

Until it came to marking, where it was confidently announced that Romanian was the only correct answer, they had to take first answers only, so we didn't get the point, DESPITE THE FACT ENGLAND LOST TWO F*****G GROUP GAMES.

Like if Romania had been a knockout game, fair enough, but the two games held exactly equal importance, and the question wasn't who they lost to last or anything like that where there was even a hint that they meant that 3rd game. Basically the people doing the quiz didn't have a f*****g clue and I was robbed

I have no idea why this angered me so much or why I even remember it, but yeah, I'm still mad, however stupid that is


Remember the Balloon Kid debacle? Where that family falsely claimed that their son had gotten in to giant helium balloon and was floating around in the sky? We watched that newstory live in class in high school. I said out loud that this was stupid, there's no way there's a kid in there. And the whole class ridiculed me for that, calling me insensitive. Joke ended up being on them. That was 8 years ago and I'm still salty.

EDIT: There's a few people posting some information that point to the balloon hoax being true after all. I'll look into that information to see how it sways my argument, but the main point of my comment was how my classmates thought the boy was in the balloon and yelled at me for saying that he wasn't. And then they were proven wrong.


When I was in 5th grade, I sold candles door to door to cover the cost of joining one of the local rec football teams. We could either sell $150 worth of candles or pay $75 straight up. One of the team dads donated a brand new gas grill from his company to whoever sold the most candles. I was determined to get that grill and sell it for $200+.

I hustled my a*s off and sold around $450 in candles, which was about $150-200 more than the 2nd place person. Won the grill. My parents would not let me sell the grill on craigslist. Basically forced me to sell it to them for $50. It felt like robbery.

Tldr; my parents owe me $150 from 5th grade.

Edit: Just to clarify, my parents did not constantly steal from me throughout my childhood or anything. They provided very well for me. This was just a one time thing.


When I was 7 years old my cousin Aaron tricked me into giving him my beautiful holographic Alakazam card and gave me some lame matte-a*s Gyarados card instead. He refused to give it back to me too.

I thought I'd forgotten about it until probably 15 years later when Pokemon Go was a thing. He posted some pretentious edgy Facebook status along the lines of, "I think I'm the only person who doesn't care about Pokemon Go." Yup, Aaron, you're the ONLY ONE! And now I'm mad again.

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When I was in middle school, I played the flute and had a mullet. My flute teacher was one of those amazing teachers who stood up for me when I was bullied (I had a teacher and a bully who woulf hit me, call me names etc.) and really got me to look up to her as a person. I was also very good at the flute. 2nd chair to a girl who had been playing for years.

Final concert comes around, this solo would have made my f*****g life. 20 measures. All to myself. Front row. I practiced every day as soon as I got the music. F*****g K*LLED the audition and the girl hadn't practiced at all. But I lost it to her.

I'm a level headed guy, maybe I played off tempo or skipped a measure or something. But as I was runner up, I had to practice the part just in case the girl was absent. But as I was practicing in the sound proof room, I noticed I could hear my teacher and a bunch of girls talking.

1st chair girl: "Why didn't he get the solo? He is doing really good."
Teacher: "I can't let some funny kid with a mullet be the only person people look at. Its a good song, I don't want him to ruin it."

I dropped flute after that. Its one thing to be a guy who overcame the bullying for being a male flute player. Its another thing to have your role model undermine a passion.


A friend of the family used to bring gifts to us when he came in town to visit yet he would always forget about me.

My cousin got this doll that I had wanted for ages. It was the Little Mermaid in her pink dress and I was so in love with it. She didn't even like the Little Mermaid! He didn't bring me a gift yet she went around bragging about how she got a doll but she really wanted the Pocahontas doll instead.


I once got a 2 hour after-school detention because someone in my class with the same first name as me didn't do their maths homework.

I explained that it wasn't me, I showed her my completed homework **THAT SHE HAD MARKED AND RETURNED TO ME LESS THAN 45 MINUTES EARLIER**.

The c**t just gave me an extra detention for arguing.


I was at a golf tournament in high school and had just bought some expensive pro v1 balls for the first time ever. I was practicing on the putting green with 3 of them when I see one kid pick up my ball.

I approach him and say that's my ball, and he's like no it's mine. There was no convincing this kid that it was mine, so I just angrily let him have it.

We ended up playing in the same group that day, and when he hit it in the rough, easily findable with a little effort, I made sure to stomp it deep down into the ground so he couldn't see, then when he had to re-tee and take the penalty stroke, I walked back to that spot and picked up the ball.

I'm still salty at that kid to this day, and I don't know why


When I was in grade 8 we were doing a debate unit, which started off with a mock city Council on why or why not a new condo building should be put up across the street from the north side of the largest park in the city (also in our neighborhood).

I was for the building being put up as one of the 'designers/engineers'.

I was feeling pretty confident in that my arguments were heard by the community (classmates) and most of them were coming around.

Then about 5 minutes before lunch one of my classmates who always seemed to get her way began arguing against the building being put up. Her argument that the building being built on the north edge of the park (coincidentally a very busy street as well) would obstruct the view of the sun rising and people wouldn't be able to 'sit on the bench and soak in the beautiful sunrise'.

Queue me about to say that the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, thus concluding that the building wouldn't obstruct her precious view in the middle of a city.

Before the words left my mouth, my teacher interrupted saying, 'Very nice point to end this debate, time for lunch.'

I remember stewing the whole day thinking about how stupid my classmate would've looked if I had brought up the point.

Still salty, have moved on though.


I saw this one guy litter out of his car window and I Confronted him about it. He turned crazy on me yelling something about police raping dogs... So I backed down. Now everytime I see litter I kind of hate myself for not picking up his trash or keeping on him about throwing trash out and making someone else take care of him. So I'm salty about myself for being a pussy everytime I see litter.


Went to a bake sale in middle school, the girl running it told me a cupcake was $1 so I gave her a five. She gave me back THREE ones. I told her so and she stared blankly at me and then said, “yeah, I gave you three one dollar bills.” I don’t know if she was a moron or just wanted to steal from me but my inability to confront people when I was younger really f*cked me over there. Wherever that girl is, f*ck her.


I was jumped by five kids in fourth grade, and then my school solely punished me by trying to expel me. The kids parents tried to sue. It was a huge deal.

I'm still pissed off that I got in trouble for being jumped, while the other five kids walked away. Why did the kids parents try to sue? I don't know.


First grade, there was a test and one of the questions was "How long does it take to fall asleep"? One of the answers was "15 minutes" and one was "1 hour". I selected an hour, and I got it wrong. I thought it was so stupid.

"Oh, yeah, I'm so happy for you, and all the people who don't spend an hour staring at the ceiling before passing out." *golfclap*.


Being stiffed $900 worth of pay. I was working for a bitch who owned a cleaning company and she drove a E-Class Mercedes Benz Sedan.

Found out she had a history of stiffing pay from her employees. E.L., F*ck You!!!


I was in a game show/play thing when I was in elementary school. It was probably 1st/2nd grade. I don't remember what the game show was called, but basically one of us would get asked a question and provide an answer. The "panel" of 3 other kids would then have to guess if we were correct or wrong.

I was asked a question, which I also don't remember, BUT I remember that I answered, quite confidently "President Garfield." Everyone started laughing thinking that I was referring to the grumpy cat. So they all said I was incorrect and the "host" gave them all credit.

The correct answer was President James A. Garfield. Which is who I was referring too. Still salty, will probably still be salty for the rest of my life.


Pissed at my old company for firing me and hiring someone at half time to do my job rather than just cutting my hours.


I tied for first place in a chess tournament my senior year of high school with my best friend. We each had 4 wins, no losses, and one draw. Our one draw was to each other.

He got the first place trophy and I got the second place trophy.


7 years ago, I used to do a sport competitively. Our school had 2 teams, A, and B team, basically equivalent to Varsity and JV. I had a pretty good chance at making B team. Heck, it was something that was accepted by most of the players. Like it wasn't a question of *if*, it was a question of *when*. As in people were asking me for my jacket size in preparation for ordering a team jacket and stuff because we all knew I was basically a shoo in.

The team captain decided to pick a new guy for the last spot. I was pretty upset, but she brushed me off with some excuse saying she wanted to give him the experience or something. Anyways, turns out later she'd had a crush on him and wanted an excuse to spend more time with him. I guess they're together now so it worked out for her.

So the NEXT year, I tried out again. And this time she ended up making most of the members freshman. When I asked again, she said since she was graduating next year, she wanted to give the freshmen as much as experience as possible competing before she left them.

At that point I was pissed since I told her this was ALSO my last year and I was also graduating and she just played dumb.

Turns out she just had a personal dislike for me from the get go. She saw me as competition for the guy she had a crush on, so she figured the *less* time I spent around them, the bigger her chances were.

Anyways, I was pissed that I didn't make the team, so I worked my a*s off. I couldn't compete in team divisions so I focused on individuals. I ended up placing 3rd in individuals (higher than anyone else on the team). And I just made it really obvious that I totally deserved to be on the team, but f*****g politics kept me off. Raised a lot of uncomfortable questions as to why I wasn't on the team, because usually you want the best people on the team...of course she lied her a*s off and told people it didn't seem like I had time to dedicate to team training or something, and she wanted freshman who had a more flexible schedule.

F**k you Karen. You f*****g b***h.


When I was in Grade 7 we had an art project where we were to recreate a famous art piece and do a write up on the history, importance etc. I put in a lot of effort/time making a clay version of The Thinker. Come grade time, everyone sees their piece and grade. I got a B because mine "exploded in the kiln." Fast forward to the last day of Grade 8 and I had to pick something up off her desk. There's my Thinker, mostly in tact (the arm was broken off and sitting next to it). A little f****d that the only criticism she had to justify the B was it exploded in the kiln.


In elementary school i had a math question that was “using the fewest bills possible make $655.74”. Well i said six $100 bills a fifty and so forth, well my teacher said i was wrong because there is a such thing as a $500.... come to find out theres less then 100 $500 bill in circulation in Canada....