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Printablepearle said: About a minute and a half. Might just be my short attention span.
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Byron said: pearle said: About a minute and a half. Might just be my short attention span.
You tryin' to one-up me? lol Now listen here Mr. Mad Bad and Dangerous to Know .....um, what were we talking about?  | |
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Forever.
That's my problem. | |
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I don't. We don’t mourn artists because we knew them. We mourn them because they helped us know ourselves. | |
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Ever. So long they took the For off it.  | |
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Lemmee see.... 
..Moms left when I was 5...I'm 42 now....I still wouldn't piss on her if she was on fire...unless I pissed gasoline.... ....I guess I've never really thought about it much....  He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.
(George Eliot) the video for the above... 
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I have to "work through" being hurt or angry, and that takes some time--depending upon how deeply I was hurt or how angry I became. Also, if someone broke my trust.. that's very difficult for me to resolve.
But at the end of the day, I don't hold grudges. I eventually get over things. If someone breaks a trust.. I can even get over that, but I don't forget. So that trust has to be built again. Ultimately I forgive. I might not forget completely, but I try to learn from the experience about the other person and also myself. | |
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reneGade20 said: Lemmee see....
..Moms left when I was 5...I'm 42 now....I still wouldn't piss on her if she was on fire...unless I pissed gasoline.... ....I guess I've never really thought about it much.... 
Dizzam. and I thought I could hold a grudge. | |
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Until I go to bed and say my prayers. I don't want you to think like me. I just want you to think. |
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lascantas said: I have to "work through" being hurt or angry, and that takes some time--depending upon how deeply I was hurt or how angry I became. Also, if someone broke my trust.. that's very difficult for me to resolve.
But at the end of the day, I don't hold grudges. I eventually get over things. If someone breaks a trust.. I can even get over that, but I don't forget. So that trust has to be built again. Ultimately I forgive. I might not forget completely, but I try to learn from the experience about the other person and also myself.  People were not made for pedestals no matter how deep it gets. Completely I can't forget being wounded. Usually feeling hurt because trust got out of hand...difficult to it let go. I'm still learning that finding laughter helps in working through to soften a grudge. | |
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My friend and I haven't talk now in 5 years.
we were friends since 4th grade. he's an ass because of my life style..so fuck him! | |
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I have a friend that I've known for about 15 years. At the time this happend...it was around 10 years...about 5 years ago. We were like close homies...still are to this day...but...
he was my roommate for a stretch and we got in an argument over toilet paper....not realy, but yes, toilet paper. We didn't talk to each other for about 7 mo's. Thankfull some Ecstasy came into the mix, a group of good homies and we were back on schedule...but yeah...7 mo's...we didn't talk to each other AT ALL...i had like 3 other roommates to kick it with, but one of em wadn't him( no spelling error there...wadn't him). now I gotta tell this story I go through my fair share of toilet paper...I got tummy problems and all so u add 1 and 1. Well anyways...I was the only one buying toilet paper for about 6 mo's...everyone was using it...I was the only one buying it. So at some point I stopped...and wallah, we ran out. My longtime friend had to drop a deuce and found we were out. He held onto the deuce. I had to get some ciggs so I said i was going to the corner store and asked if anyone wanted to go with me. My longtime homie, Ryan, said yes. He don't have a car, so he takes these opportunities often. We get there. I'm getting smokes and I see him head toward the TP...so I'm like SWEET! he buys the tp, we leave. I smoke a bowl, smoke a cigg and go to sleep. I wake up in the morning and gotta booboo. I go to the bathroom and there's no TP. I know he just bought some. I SAW IT HAPPEN. I'm slightly irritated he didn't just put it in the bathroom. So i trek down the hall to his room and POLITELY ask for the TP. Ryan literally says, "uhhhhh...." and stares at me blankly. I tell him to go fuck himself and go to the store to get my own. When I get back..he says he was trying to remember where he put it. ....what-the-fuck-ever. I'm a VERY...repeat VERY level headed dude...ask anyopne ont he org who's met me. Anyways. I BLEW UP..so did he...yellin and screaming...all kindsa shit. I smoke a bowl..calm down...go to my room, ignore him for the day and chill...eventually I went to sleep. When I wake up in the morning...it was awesome...there was a note taped to my door. His writing is terrible...everything is misspelled. It looked like a 5 y/o wrote it...literally.(no offense to him, but he's not the brightest fellow...well he's smart, just not book smart). His scrawls were making me laugh, but really they pissed me of. He had said I musta never had been his friend and all this mean shit...it was all bogus too, cuz I ain't no mean dude. Cold,maybe, generous yes...if I got it..u got it too. So he's at work. I was at home. I photocopied this thing for all the other roommates to see....cuz it was kinda funny...the scrawls...it was just pussy. If all of these were issues...he needs to come to me like a man and bring the issues up...not write some funky note like a child. he's a drug dealer...kinda...small amoutns of weed. I'm waiting for him to come home so I can talk to him about this crap. He gets there wit a posse in tow. I don't give a fuck at this point and verbally confront him when he walks in. The posse was there to purchase some "product". I show him his not and start hollarin. He tells me to wait cuz he has friends/business there and I tell him to go fuck himself and I keep talkin. Then he threatens me saying he's gonna hit me or some shit. At this point, I want him to hit me so I can whoop his ass, he's about 75 lbs lighter than me. I'm in his face. My nose is 1 cm away form his(his breath was FONKAY, but I didn't give a fuck) and he pulls his fist up like he's gonna hit me, but doesn't. I don't even flinch. I want him to hit me and I yell at hime to, but he don't. I stood there silent, u in his face for about 3 min's, in silence waiting for him to hit me. He never did. That silence ended up lasting 7 mo's. It's REALLY weird living with someone for that long and not talking to them. if y'al don't read this...i understand...it's long...regardless...it was great therapy. | |
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Two words (and Mutha will feel me on this): "Tuck Rule."
Doggone, I was just about to go to sleep and e'rythang!  | |
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BobGeorge909 said: I have a friend that I've known for about 15 years. At the time this happend...it was around 10 years...about 5 years ago. We were like close homies...still are to this day...but...
he was my roommate for a stretch and we got in an argument over toilet paper....not realy, but yes, toilet paper. We didn't talk to each other for about 7 mo's. Thankfull some Ecstasy came into the mix, a group of good homies and we were back on schedule...but yeah...7 mo's...we didn't talk to each other AT ALL...i had like 3 other roommates to kick it with, but one of em wadn't him( no spelling error there...wadn't him). now I gotta tell this story I go through my fair share of toilet paper...I got tummy problems and all so u add 1 and 1. Well anyways...I was the only one buying toilet paper for about 6 mo's...everyone was using it...I was the only one buying it. So at some point I stopped...and wallah, we ran out. My longtime friend had to drop a deuce and found we were out. He held onto the deuce. I had to get some ciggs so I said i was going to the corner store and asked if anyone wanted to go with me. My longtime homie, Ryan, said yes. He don't have a car, so he takes these opportunities often. We get there. I'm getting smokes and I see him head toward the TP...so I'm like SWEET! he buys the tp, we leave. I smoke a bowl, smoke a cigg and go to sleep. I wake up in the morning and gotta booboo. I go to the bathroom and there's no TP. I know he just bought some. I SAW IT HAPPEN. I'm slightly irritated he didn't just put it in the bathroom. So i trek down the hall to his room and POLITELY ask for the TP. Ryan literally says, "uhhhhh...." and stares at me blankly. I tell him to go fuck himself and go to the store to get my own. When I get back..he says he was trying to remember where he put it. ....what-the-fuck-ever. I'm a VERY...repeat VERY level headed dude...ask anyopne ont he org who's met me. Anyways. I BLEW UP..so did he...yellin and screaming...all kindsa shit. I smoke a bowl..calm down...go to my room, ignore him for the day and chill...eventually I went to sleep. When I wake up in the morning...it was awesome...there was a note taped to my door. His writing is terrible...everything is misspelled. It looked like a 5 y/o wrote it...literally.(no offense to him, but he's not the brightest fellow...well he's smart, just not book smart). His scrawls were making me laugh, but really they pissed me of. He had said I musta never had been his friend and all this mean shit...it was all bogus too, cuz I ain't no mean dude. Cold,maybe, generous yes...if I got it..u got it too. So he's at work. I was at home. I photocopied this thing for all the other roommates to see....cuz it was kinda funny...the scrawls...it was just pussy. If all of these were issues...he needs to come to me like a man and bring the issues up...not write some funky note like a child. he's a drug dealer...kinda...small amoutns of weed. I'm waiting for him to come home so I can talk to him about this crap. He gets there wit a posse in tow. I don't give a fuck at this point and verbally confront him when he walks in. The posse was there to purchase some "product". I show him his not and start hollarin. He tells me to wait cuz he has friends/business there and I tell him to go fuck himself and I keep talkin. Then he threatens me saying he's gonna hit me or some shit. At this point, I want him to hit me so I can whoop his ass, he's about 75 lbs lighter than me. I'm in his face. My nose is 1 cm away form his(his breath was FONKAY, but I didn't give a fuck) and he pulls his fist up like he's gonna hit me, but doesn't. I don't even flinch. I want him to hit me and I yell at hime to, but he don't. I stood there silent, u in his face for about 3 min's, in silence waiting for him to hit me. He never did. That silence ended up lasting 7 mo's. It's REALLY weird living with someone for that long and not talking to them. if y'al don't read this...i understand...it's long...regardless...it was great therapy. loved the read hun and writing is therapy heck yes!  | |
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Interesting..
With my kids, a few hours. With my husband, a few minutes. We never stay mad at each other more then a few minutes, we are just like that. One of us will always give in. With anyone else, I am bitchy....do me wrong and I will hold a grudge against you big time. Takes a lot to get me back to normal again. | |
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missmad said: BobGeorge909 said: I have a friend that I've known for about 15 years. At the time this happend...it was around 10 years...about 5 years ago. We were like close homies...still are to this day...but...
he was my roommate for a stretch and we got in an argument over toilet paper....not realy, but yes, toilet paper. We didn't talk to each other for about 7 mo's. Thankfull some Ecstasy came into the mix, a group of good homies and we were back on schedule...but yeah...7 mo's...we didn't talk to each other AT ALL...i had like 3 other roommates to kick it with, but one of em wadn't him( no spelling error there...wadn't him). now I gotta tell this story I go through my fair share of toilet paper...I got tummy problems and all so u add 1 and 1. Well anyways...I was the only one buying toilet paper for about 6 mo's...everyone was using it...I was the only one buying it. So at some point I stopped...and wallah, we ran out. My longtime friend had to drop a deuce and found we were out. He held onto the deuce. I had to get some ciggs so I said i was going to the corner store and asked if anyone wanted to go with me. My longtime homie, Ryan, said yes. He don't have a car, so he takes these opportunities often. We get there. I'm getting smokes and I see him head toward the TP...so I'm like SWEET! he buys the tp, we leave. I smoke a bowl, smoke a cigg and go to sleep. I wake up in the morning and gotta booboo. I go to the bathroom and there's no TP. I know he just bought some. I SAW IT HAPPEN. I'm slightly irritated he didn't just put it in the bathroom. So i trek down the hall to his room and POLITELY ask for the TP. Ryan literally says, "uhhhhh...." and stares at me blankly. I tell him to go fuck himself and go to the store to get my own. When I get back..he says he was trying to remember where he put it. ....what-the-fuck-ever. I'm a VERY...repeat VERY level headed dude...ask anyopne ont he org who's met me. Anyways. I BLEW UP..so did he...yellin and screaming...all kindsa shit. I smoke a bowl..calm down...go to my room, ignore him for the day and chill...eventually I went to sleep. When I wake up in the morning...it was awesome...there was a note taped to my door. His writing is terrible...everything is misspelled. It looked like a 5 y/o wrote it...literally.(no offense to him, but he's not the brightest fellow...well he's smart, just not book smart). His scrawls were making me laugh, but really they pissed me of. He had said I musta never had been his friend and all this mean shit...it was all bogus too, cuz I ain't no mean dude. Cold,maybe, generous yes...if I got it..u got it too. So he's at work. I was at home. I photocopied this thing for all the other roommates to see....cuz it was kinda funny...the scrawls...it was just pussy. If all of these were issues...he needs to come to me like a man and bring the issues up...not write some funky note like a child. he's a drug dealer...kinda...small amoutns of weed. I'm waiting for him to come home so I can talk to him about this crap. He gets there wit a posse in tow. I don't give a fuck at this point and verbally confront him when he walks in. The posse was there to purchase some "product". I show him his not and start hollarin. He tells me to wait cuz he has friends/business there and I tell him to go fuck himself and I keep talkin. Then he threatens me saying he's gonna hit me or some shit. At this point, I want him to hit me so I can whoop his ass, he's about 75 lbs lighter than me. I'm in his face. My nose is 1 cm away form his(his breath was FONKAY, but I didn't give a fuck) and he pulls his fist up like he's gonna hit me, but doesn't. I don't even flinch. I want him to hit me and I yell at hime to, but he don't. I stood there silent, u in his face for about 3 min's, in silence waiting for him to hit me. He never did. That silence ended up lasting 7 mo's. It's REALLY weird living with someone for that long and not talking to them. if y'al don't read this...i understand...it's long...regardless...it was great therapy. loved the read hun and writing is therapy heck yes! Damn some people are fucking serious when it comes to taking a shit. If you're not doing the fucking, then you're taking one. | |
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forfuckingever sad but true What you don't remember never happened | |
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Sadly I can hold a grudge forever. I sometimes wish I wasn't like this...but I hate being hurt or made a fool of. I might talk to the person again, have them in my life, but I will NEVER let them forget. Maybe that makes me a bad person. Proud Memaw to Seyhan Olivia Christine ,Zoey Cirilo Jaylee & Ellie Abigail Lillian  | |
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MoniGram said: Sadly I can hold a grudge forever. I sometimes wish I wasn't like this...but I hate being hurt or made a fool of. I might talk to the person again, have them in my life, but I will NEVER let them forget. Maybe that makes me a bad person.
nope. Doesn't make you a bad person. They shouldn't have done what they did in the first place. | |
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Imago said:
I just realised i am wearing that shirt as i type must go clothes shopping, oh yeah  ya fucker What you don't remember never happened | |
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ThreadBare said: Two words (and Mutha will feel me on this): "Tuck Rule."
Doggone, I was just about to go to sleep and e'rythang! Tommy  | |
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CarrieLee said: ThreadBare said: Two words (and Mutha will feel me on this): "Tuck Rule."
Doggone, I was just about to go to sleep and e'rythang! Tommy Spankin' tuck rule... mumblegrumble... | |
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Overlong. Take a cue from me, it doesn't work. | |
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a day or two unlucky7 reincarnated | |
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After a while, it's not worth wasting time and energy on.
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PunkMistress said:
Not long. I'll blow up at the time and hand you your ass and then some, then I'm usually over it in a week. On the other hand, there are a few things I can't seem to let go of no matter how hard I try. I'm working on it, though. | |
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PunkMistress said: PunkMistress said:
Not long. I'll blow up at the time and hand you your ass and then some, then I'm usually over it in a week. On the other hand, there are a few things I can't seem to let go of no matter how hard I try. I'm working on it, though.I SAID I'M SORRY!  Well look whom I found dipping their toe in the murky waters! :eyeroll: At least offer me a damn cup of coffee! | |
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typically? not very long. if you piss me off, just give me a couple of days to simmer, then if you act like nothing happened, chances are i'll act the same way.
it depends on the crime, though, and the collateral damage that person has done to me over time. sometimes what i initially think of as a grudge is actually my way of figuring out how to cut a toxic person out of my life. sometimes what i am doing clearer in retrospect than when the shit is actually going down. on the other hand, i just recently connected with an old friend who, about 7 years ago, i swore i would never speak to again as long as i live. we're older, the circumstances are different in both our lives now, and his friendship was worth more than the one stupid thing that pissed me off at him, so what the hell? i can only think of one grudge that i completely, 100% consciously have kept and will most likely never give up. and i'm so justified in my grudgery it's not even goddamn funny.  | |
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Muse2NoPharaoh said: PunkMistress said: On the other hand, there are a few things I can't seem to let go of no matter how hard I try. I'm working on it, though.I SAID I'M SORRY! AND I SAID I'M WORKING ON IT!
I need time to heal.  | |
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