Most Malicious Act?
<div class="IPBDescription">Against your parents</div> At the time of writing this, I've been engaged with my dad in yet another conflict, and given a few more proper pushes, I intend on hurting him badly.
Once in a while, physical fights break out in the household I reside. After my mom's death, there were only 3 people in my "family"; my sister, my dad, and me. Fights aren't anything new in my household; it was usually between my dad and my sister, and once in a while, I'd get a slap to the face as well; my mom would always be around to console everyone after, because there's NO ONE in this world who can prevent a fight in this "family". After my mom died, the general pattern was if he hit me or my older sister, sometimes, (more often with my sister), we'd fight back, (I usually refrained more so, though I have retaliated physically; generally I would say I'm not proud of my actions, but at the time of writing, I don't care). Sure it would tick him off more when we fought back, and a short brawl would ensue, but it wouldn't necessarily "hurt" him. I understood that to really hurt my dad, there was no point in attacking him directly.
I came to the hypothesis that he places value on inanimate objects moreso than he does on "life". To prove this point, I decided to attack something that meant a lot to me, ONLY if he "triggered" me. That trigger came when early in the morning, he started yelling about the mess in my room, (more specifically, my drawers); I was trying to clean it up, but after a few more verbal barrages, I decided to show him that likewise, he had garbage in his room, and promptly went into his room to dig out and throw those red packet envelopes you give during Chinese New Year, (it really doesn't make sense that he had them, we generally don't give money around on that celebration). He sees the envelopes spread on his floor, and slaps me.
Now I decided to put my experiment into effect: My dad plays the most piano in the house, and we have a simple upright Yamaha one. I responded my heading toward the piano, and pushed it over to make it collapse.
It worked horribly.
For a fifty year old with polio having shrunk one of his legs, he didn't have the strength alone to push it up again. He slapped me around a couple of more times, and demanded that I push it back up, but further physical attacks on me made me less inclined to acquiesce his demand. I sat in my room and my sister tried to comfort/defend me. My dad tried threatening me with a broom after. "Indeed! Strike me unconcious, and I do believe it shall bring forth the magical elixir which enables the piano to henceforth stand tall and proud again!" Eventually, my sister gave me a slight rebuke, and the two of us helped push the piano up, while my dad was suffering a mental breakdown. Eventually my sister and I got ready to leave the house, but while we were gearing for departure, my dad was at the piano... crying, blubbering about how it was the piano he and my mom bought together.
"Yes dad, I'm sure she cares about a piano's well-being than to the well-being of a person."
Experimental analysis: Evidence suggests that on subject's value scale, Piano > Me
This happened quite a while ago, as of now it's just me and my dad; my sister moved out because she couldn't take anymore **** from my dad. For anyone who is interested in the welfare of the piano, don't worry, most of the damage went to the piano chair, which got a slight chip, and a wobbly leg.
Yes, I am a *****************. Pray for me in that I don't do something like this again, even though I have unfortunately already contemplated such despiciable actions for the near future, waiting for another "trigger".
And that is also why I find it important to distinguish myself as a "quasi-Christian". Saying that I am a whole thing is an insult to the entire faith.
I hope that was entertaining enough for you, and that you all feel glad that whatever post you add below mine is lower on the malicious scale.
Once in a while, physical fights break out in the household I reside. After my mom's death, there were only 3 people in my "family"; my sister, my dad, and me. Fights aren't anything new in my household; it was usually between my dad and my sister, and once in a while, I'd get a slap to the face as well; my mom would always be around to console everyone after, because there's NO ONE in this world who can prevent a fight in this "family". After my mom died, the general pattern was if he hit me or my older sister, sometimes, (more often with my sister), we'd fight back, (I usually refrained more so, though I have retaliated physically; generally I would say I'm not proud of my actions, but at the time of writing, I don't care). Sure it would tick him off more when we fought back, and a short brawl would ensue, but it wouldn't necessarily "hurt" him. I understood that to really hurt my dad, there was no point in attacking him directly.
I came to the hypothesis that he places value on inanimate objects moreso than he does on "life". To prove this point, I decided to attack something that meant a lot to me, ONLY if he "triggered" me. That trigger came when early in the morning, he started yelling about the mess in my room, (more specifically, my drawers); I was trying to clean it up, but after a few more verbal barrages, I decided to show him that likewise, he had garbage in his room, and promptly went into his room to dig out and throw those red packet envelopes you give during Chinese New Year, (it really doesn't make sense that he had them, we generally don't give money around on that celebration). He sees the envelopes spread on his floor, and slaps me.
Now I decided to put my experiment into effect: My dad plays the most piano in the house, and we have a simple upright Yamaha one. I responded my heading toward the piano, and pushed it over to make it collapse.
It worked horribly.
For a fifty year old with polio having shrunk one of his legs, he didn't have the strength alone to push it up again. He slapped me around a couple of more times, and demanded that I push it back up, but further physical attacks on me made me less inclined to acquiesce his demand. I sat in my room and my sister tried to comfort/defend me. My dad tried threatening me with a broom after. "Indeed! Strike me unconcious, and I do believe it shall bring forth the magical elixir which enables the piano to henceforth stand tall and proud again!" Eventually, my sister gave me a slight rebuke, and the two of us helped push the piano up, while my dad was suffering a mental breakdown. Eventually my sister and I got ready to leave the house, but while we were gearing for departure, my dad was at the piano... crying, blubbering about how it was the piano he and my mom bought together.
"Yes dad, I'm sure she cares about a piano's well-being than to the well-being of a person."
Experimental analysis: Evidence suggests that on subject's value scale, Piano > Me
This happened quite a while ago, as of now it's just me and my dad; my sister moved out because she couldn't take anymore **** from my dad. For anyone who is interested in the welfare of the piano, don't worry, most of the damage went to the piano chair, which got a slight chip, and a wobbly leg.
Yes, I am a *****************. Pray for me in that I don't do something like this again, even though I have unfortunately already contemplated such despiciable actions for the near future, waiting for another "trigger".
And that is also why I find it important to distinguish myself as a "quasi-Christian". Saying that I am a whole thing is an insult to the entire faith.
I hope that was entertaining enough for you, and that you all feel glad that whatever post you add below mine is lower on the malicious scale.
Comments
Well, Confuzor, I might not have lived your life, but I have lived mine and so i'll offer a word of advice: Don't do stupid stuff like that. If it was a heavy piano and the supports done wrong, it might have crashed through the floor. Or what if tipping it snapped all the strings? You don't wanna have to pay to replace it and you would suffer if your father did.
Show some compassion. Respect your father. He gave up a lot of his lifetime to help bring you into this world and to raise you. If you have issues with him, talk to him. Don't retaliate. "An eye for an eye leaves every man blind". Violence doesn't solve anything.
Well, now onto my story. So, one day i'm using the computer, and I try to access a website (PG website). Access denied. I try every single website I can think of. Access denied. Now, i'm thinkin that my mother finally figured out the "porno" block stuff but didn't calibrate it. So I go into the the options, 'lo and behold she had meddled with it. So I spent five minutes figuring out the password (it was the name of the cool Japanese cooking show with chairman Kaga). I fix all the settings so everything is allowed, but I add the websites she visits to the "block" list. heheheh.
That's all.
"I can't think of a suitable solution to the arguement so I'll try some petty crap like tipping over a piano, that'll teach my father who lost his wife and is having a hard time trying to raise 2 kids, did I mention he has polio? Yeah, I'm a f****** hero now. I WIN THE ARGUEMENT!"
I would slap your arse down so hard. Show your dad some **** frickin respect and stop acting like a 10 year old having a tantrum.
You sir are an insenstive p****.
Throw away all the salt and pepper shakers in the house
Constantly disconnect the lan when they used the other computer
Hang the phone up when they were talking (listened in on my calls!)
Eat food I was specifically told not to eat even if I didn't like it
Use up all the hot water in the mornings
Use as much hot water as possible while THEY were in the shower if there was hot water
They were so dumb. Oh I never did any of this to their knowledge though. All in secrecy <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->
"I can't think of a suitable solution to the arguement so I'll try some petty crap like tipping over a piano, that'll teach my father who lost his wife and is having a hard time trying to raise 2 kids, did I mention he has polio? Yeah, I'm a f****** hero now. I WIN THE ARGUEMENT!"
I would slap your arse down so hard. Show your dad some **** frickin respect and stop acting like a 10 year old having a tantrum.
You sir are an insenstive p****. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Normally, I am NOT proud of my actions. I understand what I do is dead wrong. None of us "won" anything, we both lost. But just a few minutes ago, I was still **** off at my dad.
This is starting to help though, (no sarcasm, I really mean it). Things have been pretty sinusoidal lately. I'll see if I can try again, because that really is all there is I can do...
This is starting to help though, (no sarcasm, I really mean it). Things have been pretty sinusoidal lately. I'll see if I can try again, because that really is all there is I can do... <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
The only way I can resolve the arguement to appease my frustration is too throw s*** around the room... yeah wonderful logic.
Seriously, give yourself a slap upside the head and grow the f*** up.
It was wrong to do.
Whenever my mother pisses me off (which she does constantly, especially when my girlfriend is spending the weekend <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->) my solution is to let the anger burn inside, open and close and clench your fists, mutter something relating to either your animal spirit or your general spirit (for me it's "I am the spirit of the wolf. The wolf hunts in pack. She is pack" or "I am the spirit of the warrior. The warrior has no name except Duty, Honor and Sacrifice).
Just learn to deal with him. He has to put up with all of your sh!t so why don't you put up with his.
"I can't think of a suitable solution to the arguement so I'll try some petty crap like tipping over a piano, that'll teach my father who lost his wife and is having a hard time trying to raise 2 kids, did I mention he has polio? Yeah, I'm a f****** hero now. I WIN THE ARGUEMENT!"
I would slap your arse down so hard. Show your dad some **** frickin respect and stop acting like a 10 year old having a tantrum.
You sir are an insenstive p****. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
The fact that his father seems to regularily resort to physical violence against his children carries no water with you eh Inf?
Frankly, I think you havent a clue in hell what Confuzor is going through. I dont think this was a case of "Normally my Dad and me get on great, he's really nice to everyong but I got angry when he made me clean my room so I lashed out at his piano" - the way this is premeditated makes me think that the entire conflict with his father is a big issue for him.
I see it as an act of desperation. Seems to me like Confuzor considers all other avenues exhausted, so has attempted to find another one. And THAT I can sympathise with, having waged a 5 year war against my mother (or a brick wall, take your pick).
second, learn a lesson, don't push that thing over again... a blubbering father isn't a very fun thing to have.
third, for me...
there was the piano, but that didn't work too well, as i didn't win piano 1 | Delarosa 0
i mostly just argue, and then leave... the coffee at the local collge-resturant is better than any argument i'ma have at home.
BUT... salt in their bed... sand in his shoes... tires deflated... power tools missing(still)... and ... a wet cracker, under the seat of his car (to get all moldy and nasty)
In this instance he has no reason to feel sorry or scared for you. The piano is the only thing in danger at the moment. If for some reason you and a piano were both in the street, I'm sure he'd save you before running back out into the street to save the piano second.
If you push a piano over you can't expect him to blubber up to you and say,"Oh God son, I'm so glad you're okay!"
I find feigned ignorance and psychology work the best, in almost any circumstance. I would suggest trying to talk to you're dad, but as my dad's not really one to be...talkative (...few minor..chemical imbalances in the brain, doesn't take sarcasm, or joking in general, well). Don't lie though...it's fairly bad, and generally does nothing good for you. The occasional little things that might tarnish your good name you might want to adjust or exaggerate slightly but lieing is bad <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> . (not really topic related, but oh well)
I'll be able to abuse them all I want, and if they complain to anybody, they'll be told "you need to show your parents more respect".
My brother on the other hand gets into wrestling matches with my father and cusses out my mother, only becuasue he won't grow up. (He's 3 years older than me and I have a better job, more money, and my own place).
The most Ive ever seen my Dad mad at me was when I drove the farm ATV (fourwheeler) to my friends house about 1.5mi on the road and didn't tell anybody where I was going, man he was mad.
Another time I forget what I did but it ended up in him breaking my TIE Fighter Collectors CD-Rom...I didn't speak to him for about 2 months after that..
You're a better man/woman than I am. There is no way I could forgive my dad in just two months if he broke my TIE Fighter Collector's Edition CD. The sweet, sweet memories of flying a TIE Defender.
I would never resort to pulling any of this malicious crap, they're my damned parents, i owe my life to them and i love them, why the hell would i want to hurt them on purpose?
Me neither.
I saw a question posed in the Discussion forums. <i>Can death be beautiful?</i>
Yes, yes it can. I have no qualms with death right now.
I got yelled at for having forgotten to switch a drawer between my room, and the room I'm in right now at about 6:15 AM right now, (my room is being converted into a guest room, so I need to transfer all the stuff from my room into this one). I ended up forgetting to switch the center drawer last night, so my dad went about to exclaiming my incompetence last night. Needless to say, I had a substitute "alarm clock" for today which woke me up 45 minutes earlier than usual.
I wept and blew out blood from my nasal last night trying to understand my situation last night, and it is sad to see that I am pretty much going down the same road my sister did; a one where any bonds of love between the child and parent are completely severed. My sister wants in no ****ing way to make contact with my dad; coming here just to visit me is just asking for an arguement to erupt between my dad and sister. I believe one time I threatened myself with a knife in order to try to draw attention away from each other; didn't work though, really. You want to know how bad things got? She ****ing called the police one time, and the police took her to her boyfriend's house.
THIS MEETS THE PERFECT REQUIREMENTS NEEDED FOR A FAMILY GUEST APPEARANCE ON MAURY; WE CAN BE freaking FAMOUS AS THE ASIAN, MIDDLE-CLASS VERSION OF freaking TRAILER TRASH.
I can only say that I prefer to be personally yelled at and and fighting, than to see my sister suffer likewise. She's doing pretty well right now, though, God bless her.
For those of you with no comments, there isn't really much to say anyways. It's basically like saying you have a simple, easy to apply, verbal solution to fix the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. The differences between this conflict and that one, is that coming up with a solution in that conflict actually means something on a world scale, peoples lives are saved. and a much higher number of people benefit from such a blessing. Ours only involves three people.
Whoopee, no one gives a ****, (thus, I apologize in advance for turning this section into a god damn xanga, I'll try to make this the last one).
I believe this is the kind of **** that makes former Christians turn to devout atheists. My mom was the only one able to console everyone after fights, and now that she's dead, we don't have that gift anymore. Because of that, I often question God's wisdom in taking away such a grand mentor, and the person I love most from my family. I suppose that I have the ability to suffer pain on my own without breaking, so such the removal of the luxury of comfort and feeling love wasn't TOO detrimental to my well-being.
You want to know a miracle? That would be my dad giving my sister a hug. But I accept reality; it's not going to happen. I'm glad to say that I didn't retaliate at all in this last skirmish, but as always, nothing's solved. I could become a punching bag for years so as to let my dad vent his anger without reprecussion, but he'd still manage to act so ticked off over issues such as drawers, socks, unfolded clothing, and other inane matters.
After today, I'm going to give the forums a rest.
I need to put on a freaking mask to get ready for school now, later.
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you reap what you sow, and if your nice and he isn't you can point that out and take license with *anything*
I grabbed some scissors and cut off her hair. She was crying. My mom came, saw the mess and hit me in the face. In wanted to talk to her but she kept on hitting me. Well, I slapped her in the face. Now there were 2 lying on the ground, crying. I went out of the room.
We didn't speak to each other for days, I had to make me my food myself and wash my clothes and all this stuff. After 3 or 4 days we had a meeting where we talked. My mother didn't believe me that my sister wanted to kill me (she is kinda focused on her), but somehow and managed to get out with one month house arrest. Everything slowly normalized. Today, I'm fine with my mother.
But me and my sister still hate each other, she now only has fear that I might be the one to kill her, cause one day I bought a 1500g axe to help a friend destroying some garden houses [which brought me into first contact with the cops, btw]. This thingy now hangs above my bed. I told my sister just to look at it, and use some imagination. From this day on she stayed away from me. So we just ignore each other and try not to get to close. But as I said, I'm fine with my mom, which counts much more.
:NOTE: My dad lives a few hundred kilometers away, at his new girlfriends house, so he wasn't there. But this was good, cause otherwise he would have beaten my mother and sister horribly :/
take it in your stride mate...
How about "Stalin rules" or "Lenin loves me"? <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Lmfao I just switched all the lyrics from Jesus loves me to Lenin loves me....
BTW: I pray something like this doesn't happen to you. [I worship Satan, btw, not the christian "god", as I "somehow" lost faith in him. Since I hold little prayers to Satan I feel much better. I feel protected. Still gotta get that gun]
BTW 2: Just forget the first BTW, don't comment on it, will ya?
Back in my childhood I've been punished heftly with 2*4's until they were broken into wood chips, such as my dad would always say. "Were not done until this turns into sawdust," yadayadayada....Most of the times he would just come at me like a crazy man hitting me so fast and hard like it were nothing. One time he spanked me over a hundred times (I had to count) with a hockey stick until my whole face was swollen with tears and this was in the meat cutting room at the back of the store-the type of place where they would cut frozen cow carcasses into pieces of meat; he afterwards jokingly threatened me with an electric saw...Just recently I had a huge turkey plate crashed on my neck and I had to get stitches to cover up my three and a half inch scar, which is developing a keloid right now...I've had games broken, playstations axed up, and such and so. Ran out of the car during the heart of winter and ran away for like three hours at 1:30 A.M with no shoes (your thinking huh?)...In my life there are so many cases like this, some where I didn't deserve such punishment and some where I did. I've had cases where I've been smacked in the face, prodded with sticks that were just in the fire, and now your wondering how our relationship turned out?
Pretty Good I would say. We have changed our ways, and I forgive my father and he forgives me. If there is one thing anyone should learn it is the power of grace, and also that time eventually heals; try to forget the past, don't let it get to you.
I am thankful for the experiences I've had, because they have sort of molded a part of my character.
Tequila: don't call him a psycho, you don't know what he has been through.
Confuzor: I know your going through a tough time, you just lost your mom two years ago, and your dad probably feels lost also, which has made the situation worse in your family. I don't know what to say, because I haven't lost parents and such, but you can count on me to understand. If at anything try not to do things that would aggrivate him further...
sorry, just the whole christian thing about satan, and conversion and whatnot kinda irks me. :/