#8: Someone who treated me like shit/made life hell
October 21, 2010 at 4:07 PM
There's lots of mud-slogging in these prompts. Because there isn't enough shit in the world right now, I'm now supposed to dredge up memories of someone who made my life hell and/or treated me like shit. Alright, meme, I'll play along. I went to a babysitter in the neighbourhood who watched several kids at once. Her daughter was a psycho bitch from hell named Kristy who did not like me. (Yes, Mom. I know I spelled her name incorrectly.) I don't know why she didn't like me. I was 3 or 4 years younger than she was, but I was the object of her hatred and maliciousness. She'd smack me around, she'd screw shit up and then blame me for it, and she often made a game of running me into the hotwired fence. She was a peach. I told my parents and I know that at least once they talked with her stupid mother about it, but nothing ever happened. Her stupid mother forgot to pick my brother up from school one day and didn't remember until my parents came to pick us up (though I explicitly remember asking where he was well before then) and we stopped going there to her house. Sometime later, Psycho Bitch Kristy came down with some sort of magical, mystical, mystery illness. At one point, they thought it was Malaria. Stupid Bitch Mom Lady called my mom about it once and I remember thinking right then that I hoped she'd die. (No, I'm not sorry I thought it. Not one little bit.) I also thought she was faking it. I still think she was faking most, if not all of it. I don't wish she'd die anymore. I think she's getting everything she's ever deserved by living her miserable little life. As the first one of just about everyone in my elementary school to hit puberty, I took several hits in that arena. One kid, Jonny, took particular delight in pointing out my break outs to the world with a variety of unclever, yet hurtful nicknames. The irony of this was that Jonny had fire-engine ginger hair, was covered in freckles, and looked like he'd been fathered by a half-retarded jackal. Also a winner, he fathered a child his sophomore year in high school with a gal who had the IQ of celery. I believe he dropped out of high school before graduating (I switched schools and didn't keep tabs on people that sucked that much) and was murdered a few years after I went off to college. Another gal in junior high, a Jennifer with a chip on her shoulder, targeted me for no reason at all. She would scream at me, try to get her friends to stare at me, blah blah blah. We wound up in a class together, her sitting behind me. She'd kick my desk. Once, she kicked me in the back. I turned around and asked her what the fuck her problem was. She didn't respond. I switched seats permanently. The next year, she wanted to be my friend. Turns out, she'd gotten me confused with someone else and had tormented the wrong person. I told her to go fuck herself. She's still living in the same town I grew up in. Advantage: me. Hmmm… Seems like fucking with me doesn't end well. Let that be a lesson, y'all. Grr n' shit.
assholes, meme, month-o-me, opera
Reader Comments (3)
My siblings and I also went to a babysitter who had kids around our ages. They constantly made fun of us and did very degrading things. (I wish I could remember some of the details, but I seem to have repressed them.)
In grade school, I was the first kid to get glasses, redheaded and so skinny that the biggest part of my legs was my knees. I remember being "kissed" by one of the popular boys as part of a game of Truth or Dare. Yeah, awesome cool to be the person who is kissed as a punishment. Fortunately, I got contacts, got confidence, and got a fresh start at a different high school than all of those kids went to.
Kids really aren't very nice to each other, are they?
I also had a tormentor while I was in Junior High. She went out of her way to point out my crappy cheap clothing (we weren po' folk) and to make fun of me. This was ironic as she had a bright orange ring around her face from her baseline and had cut her bangs so short they stuck out at 90 degrees. At Christmas - after a particularly long humiliation session - she smirked that she and her folks were flying via their private plane to the Bahamas for Christmas. Their plane crashed and they all perished. It's bad karma to say so, but I didn't miss her.
You are so funny...
We have something else in common, kind of. I had a male tormentor in High School and he also died a few years after we graduated. (He was a year ahead of me.) But he wasn't murdered...he died of cancer. What was kind of uncomfortable was running into him at the mall and him apologizing for "being a dick in high school." I think he was trying to makle peace with the people he'd wronged. I told him not to worry about it...
But now I'm being bullied on my blog. Got any tips on that? I delete those comments, but man...makes me want to relocate...