So, it’s natural to holdsome kind of grudge– apparently, many people do. One person was curious to know what resentments people have, sothey asked: “What is one thing you are still angry about years after it happened?” Well, the statistic above seems to be true because over five thousand people came with receipts of things they still can’t get over.
This post may includeaffiliate links.
During the covid lockdown I graduated from college. It was a huge deal, I was the first in my family. They did a zoom ceremony and the presenter accidentally skipped over my name. My family was all watching, waiting for them to call my name via livestream, and of course the presenter never f*****g did. it was just as devastating for them as it was for me. i will never forget my mom saying, “i don’t understand, our name should have been there.” our name. ours. I was graduating for us.
17 years ago, two of my “friends” called up the girl they knew I thought was cute and threatened to SA her and beat up her boyfriend if he tried to intervene.This was first semester of freshman year of high school. Word obviously got around, but no one ever told me why I suddenly became the creepy weirdo kid who everyone avoided.It wasn’t until Junior year when I finally found out why. They laughed in my face as they told me it was them who did it. They thought it would be funny to pretend to be me and call up her up. Someone who I knew was in a relationship and who I had never even spoken to, and threaten her and her boyfriend.I spent 3.5 years of high school alone on break, alone on lunch, begging my mom to drop me off and pick me up so I could avoid the bus, all because they thought it would be funny.I can forgive almost everyone, but Eric and Mike. F**k. You. I will never forgive you.
My first pregnancy where my parents wouldn’t celebrate because they didn’t want to hurt my sisters feelings. She had boys and wanted a girl and I was pregnant with a girl. It’s been 20 years and still makes me mad.
I don’t care what people say. Pluto is a God damn planet.
When I told my mom about me being SA when I was walking home. And she call me a liar. I was only 6-7 years old.
37 years ago I was five and had spent two years saving up 10 dollars worth of pennies. I used to count them 10 pennines in a pile 10 piles is a dollar. Kept them in a empty coffee ground can. One day the jar was empty and we had pizza for dinner. She made me thank her boyfriend for the pizza…
Not getting any callbacks from detectives after my daughter died.
It’s the fourth grade, I definitely have undiagnosed ADHD. After a quiz in Ms Curbeams class (a crotchety old woman at an inner city school) she went over the answers. Having spaced out during the lesson and playing too much Donkey Kong country on SNES the night before, to the question “how do armadillos protect themselves?” I answered with “they roll in to a ball to protect themselves”.While going over the answers, she said “somebody in this class wrote they roll into a ball to protect themselves”, and stared right at me. The entire class erupted in laughter. The kind of laughter you hear echoing down the halls like in the movies.I stared down at my desk in shame. I felt so humiliated. I had never felt so embarrassed.Another time in that class we did an oral quiz, where she asked the question out loud to the class and we had to write down our answers. Well, again as a kid with ADHD and being kept in a classroom for 7 or so hours at a time with only a 30 minute recess, I accidentally blurted out the answer “the great wagon trail”. I don’t remember the question, but she screams at me in front of the whole class and tells me I’m wrong, even though I knew I was right. I got my quiz back and she had failed me for blurting out the answer on accident. She held up my quiz to the whole class and used me as an example for what happens when you don’t follow instructions.Anyways, that’s my origin story. From that day forward, I vowed to get my revenge. I’m 99% sure she’s dead now since she was in her 60’s then. So I guess I win.Btw, every once in a while I Google armadillos and make sure I was right because guess what?ARMADILLOS DO ROLL IN TO A BALL TO PROTECT THEMSELVES. F**k you Ms Curbeam.
Manager of the store I worked in got fired. As assistant I took over but was never offered the job. No big deal. I held the position for 4 months. The new manager came in and on the day he came in he went into a manager’s meeting and was given a bonus cheque of several thousand dollars for the 4 months I was in charge. That still pissed me off.
About 35 years ago (when I was a teenager). House was broken into. Detectives thought I did it as an “inside job”. My dad had me sit down with them for questioning, After laughing at the accusation, I realized they were serious and told them, “no.” and clammed up.After, I asked why my dad would put me in front of them, with no warning that I was a suspect. Like did he think it was me? He said, “I think it could have been you.“Like, WTF? Seriously? I never did anything illegal like that in my life for him to think that. Rocked my relationship him…
My doctor outed me as sexually active as a teen to my folks. He said the fever I had might be syphilis. He had no reason to rush to that judgment. It was a non-STI infection.
The hospital telling me it was all in my head when I was in pure agony from heavy metal poisoning. It was a really toxic metal too not a common one.
My grandmother blaming me for the nails in her tire. I was fg 6 and she lives in the middle of nowhere! It was like, 25 fg years ago and I will never forget the scolding I from her for it. F*****g psycho.
On what would be the last trip I would take with my dad, I reserved seats on a train from London to Oxford for my mom, dad, and I. I chose seats strategically: they were close to the doors (my parents have some mobility issues) and they were at one of only a few tables in that carriage.When we boarded the train, we discovered a family was sitting in our seats already. I apologized for the inconvenience but informed them that we had reserved the seats they were in. The husband/father looked at me, and then went back to talking with his partner. I tried to get his attention again and indicated to my ticket that we had reserved those seats and my elderly parents needed to sit, and he told me it wasn’t his problem.When we tried to sit at another table, a family boarded and indicated they had reserved those seats. I wasn’t about to stiff them like the other family had done, so we got up. There were no seats available in the carriage, so I asked my parents to wait while I scoped out other seats–I was so anxious about them having to stand for the entire train journey. I was also trying to find a conductor, but I went the entire length of the train and discovered it was unstaffed. I had to escort each of my parents, separately, across multiple carriages while the train was moving, and we couldn’t all sit together.I recently took my mom on an Amtrak from Philadelphia to DC and was so relieved to see a conductor come around and check tickets. The US is not perfect, but there are usually safeguards in place to make sure that people follow rules, because when there aren’t (like this situation), there are some a******s who just don’t care.This became kind of a vent, which I apologize for, but the saddest part to me is that my dad apologized for being an inconvenience. He was never an inconvenience. I lost him just 6 months later.
Had a teacher in high school tell me my answers were wrong in a specific section of our workbook. He refused to help me figure out what I was doing wrong. Just kept saying “it’s wrong, do it over”. He marked all of my answers wrong in that section of the workbook.The following year I was reviewing for the certification exam and revisited those problems in the old workbook after having a better understanding of the problems. I got the same answers I had gotten before that were marked wrong. The guy just didn’t like me and decided that I wasn’t allowed a decent grade. .
In 5th grade I was determined to win Best Essay for the D.A.R.E. program. I lost. In high school years later my classmate who won admitted that her dad wrote her essay. I’m still pissed.
The affluenza kid killing a family of 4 and paralyzing another getting off scott free.
I was accused of stealing a car freshman year of college. The girl who did the accusing was supposed to be my best friend. I had an alibi but was freaked out and too shocked to stand up for myself.
See Also on Bored Panda
My cousins mysterious death. She was never investigated, but 99% sure it was his wife. Way too many coincidences for her to be innocent.
I’m 31, going to be 32 next month. When I was age 3, I distinctly remember having an extreme urge to go out to recess and play on the tricycle. About 15 minutes before hand, the teacher came around with a lock of blond hair, which someone had clearly cut off of their own head. She had been going around to the other blond kids in the class, asking if they were the ones who had cut the hair. Now, when she came to me, I was 100% honest with her, and told her that I did not do it, nor did I know who did. However, she decided that I was lying and clearly did it. To this day, I don’t know what prompted it but it was horrendously unfair, and my first genuine experience with injustice in the world. As tiny an event at that was, it had a profound impact on my world view, and now, the thing that sets me off more than anything in the world is being accused of something I didn’t do. Later on at that same location I also got pushed off a playset thing and broke my arm, but that didn’t make me as mad as that first event still makes me.P.S, if you were a teacher at daycare/kindergarten in north central Indiana in 1995, and you made a kid with blond hair sit out of recess because you couldn’t be bothered anymore, f**k you. Seriously.
My parents never let me watch any media, play with toys of the era, or listen to certain radio stations. It made me completely unrelatable to my peers.
I was kicked out of a bar spelling bee for spelling a word CORRECTLY. The word was Lilliputian. Like from Gulliver’s Travels. I spelled it correctly. They had it without the double L. I showed them I was correct and they still wouldn’t let me back in the spelling bee. This was like 5 years ago. I’m still super bitter.Edit: I want to be clear; I was an adult, maybe like 27 years old? This was a “fun” event at a local bar.
I have a rare auto immune disease (long story short, my immune system attacks my blood vessels which causes them to break in patches all over my body) and before we knew what it was, my doctor at the time just keep pumping me full of Reactine. I just went with it for a while because I didn’t know what else to do, and it obviously wasn’t working and should have been clear at that point that it wasn’t an allergic reaction. Every time I went to see her when there were no changes, I got the same answer - take more Reactine. I finally snapped and asked her “So are you actually going to do something to help me or…?” and literally, all she said to me was just “Keep taking Reactine.” That answered my question. I immediately got a new doctor.
My little sister was in 3rd grade a few years after 9-11. One of her friends was teasing her about a boy she liked. She yelled out “I’m gonna kill you.” The teacher marched her to the office and demanded the principal call the police because my sister made a “terrorist threat.” The police came and “interviewed” my 8 year old sister without any parents present because my parents were called after the police and couldn’t get there as fast. My parents were pissed and removed us all from the school. We started a new school the following week. My little sister has a major fear of police to this day. No one is exactly sure that they asked her or told her. And no, we did not sue.
My father shooting himself in the head and finding out about it 8 hours later through a friends status on Facebook. Not being left anything in his will, that got left to his wife, who is half the reason why he is dead.Also the way that I was treated at his funeral a month later, I was seated behind his wife’s family…I didn’t have anything to do with planning the funeral as I was born out of an affair and his parents were bitter about that, so they had to bring that DURING THE SERVICE! it took my partner at the time and my friend that cameFor support to stop me from walking out of that pathetic, pointless scoring funeral.I haven’t spoken to any of my father’s side of the ‘family’ since and this was back in 2016, no love lost there as I think they are disgraceful human beings.
The destruction of Duckbill Rock, a beautiful natural rock formation in oregon. Seriously a bunch of stupid kids robbed humanity of such a beautiful natural formation and it’s been in my mind since it happened in 2016. I had the ultimate privilege of seeing it in person and it’s amazing, like, “puts our humanity into perspective” amazing. The vandals were never caught either.https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duckbill_(rock_formation).
My brother had a mental health episode where he became angry and beat our pet bunny to death. It was horribly traumatic. The family never really dealt with it. Nobody acknowledged how I got that bunny from my mom as a Christmas gift.
My step Dad (who I consider my Dad) was in his last few days of life. He got a retirement check at the beginning of the month.My free loading brother- who’s 66 and never moved out of the house-not counting the years he was off to college, which he then moved back in. He’s never had a sustaining job. He’s literally been a student the whole time.When my Dad married my Mom, he took on 3 kids who weren’t his own. I’m sure the thought of her oldest son never moving out didn’t occur to him.Then figure in my freeloading brother basically took over the house. Converted my Dad’s office (he fixed houses after he retired) into his bedroom. Had the garage packed with junk. Same with the basement.Anyway, in the last few days of my Dad’s life, it was near the end of the month. My freeloading brother says if he dies late on the 31st, tell the authorities my Dad died on the 1st so we get another retirement check.I was- and still am- pissed off. All my Dad did for the f**k wad, and all he meant to this ungrateful savage is one last retirement check.My Dad did actually die on the 1st, but as luck would have it- he had to live to the 3rd to get that check. I’ve never been so happy to not get $2,000 in my life.For what it’s worth, I haven’t respected my brother since the 90s. He was always a nice enough person though. Since the day he said that about my Dad- I’ve despised him.
My high school tried to decrease my gpa (and changed my grades) to not make me valedictorian. They liked the other candidates more than me. I caught them and then they gave everyone in the running a participation valedictorian award.
Twenty years ago, I was standing on my back porch, smoking a cigarette, and talking on the phone. This cop comes out of the forest behind the house, soaking wet and covered in mud. He walked right up into my yard and I asked if he needed help. He told me to get my fat a*s back into the house or he’d arrest me…I just stood there as that cop walked through my yard and away to wherever he was going.
Back in 2012, Had to walk my drunk friends (one male, one female) back to hotel we were staying at. Before we took off, a female supervisor asked me if I was “gonna try something?“Me: what are you trying to say? That I’m gonna rape her?Supervisor: did I say that?Me: well wtf are you saying? In fact y’know what, YOU walk her back to the hotel.Supervisor: She’s not my responsibility.
It was the second semester of freshman year of college during Covid lockdowns. Half capacity campus, hybrid classes. My uncle had died less than two weeks before this incident.It was a Zoom lecture for an entry level English class. We had read a short story about a woman in the 1800s I think and she had been told her husband died. She initially wailed and sobbed before going to her room. Then she started to realize she could do more as a widow than a wife. But at the end it turns out her husband hadn’t died in the accident bc he didn’t get on the train that exploded.This English professor was trying to assert her initial reaction was totally fake, not an ounce of truth, because she was so active in her emotional response and in front of people. I, having just lost my uncle less than two weeks before this class, responded that I disagreed. That I had been told over the phone he died and that my dad would come pick me up to go home and that as soon as I hung up I was sobbing extremely hard. I was in my own bedroom with no one around and had almost the same reaction.This man had the fg audacity to say something along the lines of, “I don’t know about that because, you see, I, as a Black man, froze for three days when I found out Chadwick Boseman died”.I really wish I was kidding. I really do. I responded with something like, oh, and didn’t talk again that lecture. I know it sounds fake, but it rocked my world. It didn’t help that every 4 ish months for the next two and a half years I lost another family member. This comment stuck so, so much that I actually developed a grief disorder I haven’t fully overcome yet. I still, to this day, think that my emotional response to death isn’t valid and isn’t “real”. I can’t express sadness in a healthy manner anymore. I was still actively grieving as a fg recently turned eighteen year old and a man in his sixties told me my response to learning my uncle died wasn’t as “real” as his response to an actor he never even met. I can’t walk on a certain part of my family’s property because my childhood dogs are buried there and I don’t know how to process their death because of this man.The worst part? I once could handle grief really well. I lost my grandad before I was four and raised chickens since I was eight, meaning I learned about death from a young age. I wasn’t cold to it but I knew how to feel my grief and then let it go. I can’t do that anymore. I’m stuck in a perpetual loop of feeling immense sadness, then a guilt for an unknown reason, then a guilt I made someone else’s death about me, then just more sadness.I wish I had reported him to the dean. This man f****d up my life and is still doing so. Because of one comment. I hate him. I will always hate him. I don’t know why he said what he said, but he did and it has made my life so much worse. I’m just glad I finally was able to figure out where the grief disorder came from thru therapy and am working to fix my life.
I had a homeless friend who was given a lethal dose of fentanyl and left for dead. The piece of s**t who gave it to him stood there watching while EMS took him away and then stole his backpack with his belongings in it. I visit my friend’s grave regularly.If there is an afterlife, I hope my friend is at peace and nothing but eternal torment for the man who hurt him. He still walks free. Poisoned (OD on fent) his girlfriend (died), raising shitass kids, and stealing from the hard-working, productive members of society.
12 years ago I worked at a shoe store in a mall in my hometown. It was a smaller store so we only had 2 employees for the morning shift and 2 for the evening shift. I was one of the evening shift employees and I worked with the store assistant manager, let’s call her M. Her and I were really good friends and we knew how to make a boring shift fun. Our relationship grew stronger and more personal and I had a huge crush on her. I knew she had feelings for me when she started messaging me dirty things during our shift and outside work. At one point she basically asked me if (hypothetically) we could ever be a thing. I said of course and she blushed.I didn’t want to rush things because women hate that so I let it roll slowly.Then she met some guy through other friends but of course they were just friends. I knew this guy from his reputation around town. I knew he did and sold d*s all the time and I was worried that she would get caught up in that. So I warned her about what I knew but she swore he “wasn’t like that”.A few days later he started messaging me from HER phone threatening to hurt me if I didn’t back off. Then of course she would take her phone back and say it was all a joke and he wasn’t serious.This went on for a few weeks until one day when I went in to work, the store manager ,let’s call her T,was there to speak to me. The store manager fired me for “harassment”. I asked who had accused me of this but T refused to tell me. So when I got home M messaged me saying she was sorry but she “had to”. I asked her what that meant and she told me that the dg friend convinced her to call HR and tell them that I was harassing him and M. I never did any of that and she knew it.I was crushed that she would betray me so easily like I was nothing to her.Oh and T also knew it was a lie but did nothing to fix it. I found out some time later that T got fired for terrible management so I guess karma got her.I still think of this from time to time. And this makes it difficult for me to make friends at work now. Sorry this was so long.
My Pokémon cards getting “lost” while moving to a new house as a kid.
The covid response.
My moped got stolen on my birthday almost 4 years ago and I’m never gonna get over it. They cut the lock when it was parked in my condo’s parking garage while 3 guards were on duty and they weren’t able to get any video at all even though there are cameras facing both exits. It was a style of moped they don’t sell any more due to law changes, so I can’t get a brand new one even if I wanted. So now I ride a slow as s***y moped in the hopes that people won’t try to steal it because it’s not as desirable.
My mother’s grand scheme to get me diagnosed with a developmental disorder I don’t have as a way of absolving her of her questionable parenting. Thankfully circumstances prevented this from working, but that was the moment I knew I could not trust her.Alternatively, ex-from-hell popping up like a weed several months after we’d had a spectacular falling-out to proposition me for a particular sexual act I’ve never been inclined to try with ANYONE.
That sting ray killing Steve Irwin.
Modal closeAdd Your Answer!Not your original work?Add sourcePublish
Modal close
Add Your Answer!Not your original work?Add sourcePublish
Not your original work?Add sourcePublish
Not your original work?Add source
Modal closeModal closeOoops! Your image is too large, maximum file size is 8 MB.UploadUploadError occurred when generating embed. Please check link and try again.TwitterRender conversationUse html versionGenerate not embedded versionAdd watermarkInstagramShow Image OnlyHide CaptionCropAdd watermarkFacebookShow Image OnlyAdd watermarkChangeSourceTitleUpdateAdd Image
Modal closeOoops! Your image is too large, maximum file size is 8 MB.UploadUploadError occurred when generating embed. Please check link and try again.TwitterRender conversationUse html versionGenerate not embedded versionAdd watermarkInstagramShow Image OnlyHide CaptionCropAdd watermarkFacebookShow Image OnlyAdd watermarkChangeSourceTitleUpdateAdd Image
Ooops! Your image is too large, maximum file size is 8 MB.
Upload
UploadError occurred when generating embed. Please check link and try again.TwitterRender conversationUse html versionGenerate not embedded versionAdd watermarkInstagramShow Image OnlyHide CaptionCropAdd watermarkFacebookShow Image OnlyAdd watermark
Error occurred when generating embed. Please check link and try again.
TwitterRender conversationUse html versionGenerate not embedded versionAdd watermark
InstagramShow Image OnlyHide CaptionCropAdd watermark
FacebookShow Image OnlyAdd watermark
ChangeSourceTitle
You May LikeNetizen Asks: “What’s One Habit People Think Is Normal But You Find Secretly Disgusting?” Gets 33 RepliesDenis KrotovasThese 50 Mildly Interesting Pics Are Actually Pretty Intriguing (New Pics)Greta Jaruševičiūtė“The Coconut Oil Hair Story”: 30 Of The Darkest Stories People Have Posted OnlineRugile Baltrunaite
Denis Krotovas
Greta Jaruševičiūtė
Rugile Baltrunaite
Curiosities
