Comments by "Widdekuu91" (@Widdekuu91) on "Daily Dose Of Internet"
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It's kindof sad, actually. It shows the relationship wasn't good. This wouldn't have happened that way if it was.
I used to date someone who had a controlling mom. He wanted a tattoo and told me. I was a bit hesitant, but understood. I told him that he should get it tattooed with me in the room, I wanted to be there, it was a big thing in his life and we knew eachother for 7 years at that point.
Appareantely he was slowly ready to break up with me at the time, because he asked the tattoo-artist to order me to leave. I was told to either stay behind the counter on a chair or just leave. The guy said he couldn't do it with me staring at them and when I asked why the former girl (when we walked in and he was finishing the other tattoo) was holding her boyfriend's hand, he asked me to leave. My boyfriend turned around and didn't help me, so I left.
Later, he said he hadn't heard the commotion and that I was already gone before he could tell him that I was allowed to stay.
The more the relationship went downsouth, the more he started thinking of another tattoo. The first one was a design he'd wanted for ages.
But the next one, was a corporate logo (and not a good one, but one responsible for oilspills and suffering and slavery.) He wanted it on his back.
I said he couldn't, he couldn't do that to me. I have autism (eye for detail and distracted by tattoos) and to have to look at that logo forever, (while supporting greenpeace and being against oilspills) would be torture.
He then said he was going to get it tattooed on a trip to America. He also wanted to add an American glag, while he was at it and some others. So that he could 'brag about it and have a good story' when people ask why he got the tattoo. Just an easy way to bring up the trip to America.
I was not allowed to go on the trip to America, he wanted to hang out with his friends, which was fine, he did that each year.
But since it was 8 weeks long and we only had one week left for our trip together to Germany, I felt he could lean my way a bit as well. But he couldn't since he felt he had much to 'catch up on' after having been denied his own choice by the mother and father.
I was worried when he shared his plans to make prankvideos in the hood and videotape their reaction to them visiting with a recumbend bike, but appareantely I could not convince him nót to do it. I did ask him to pléase not get a tattoo and said it was something you kindof talk about in a normal relationship. He felt it was something he had to do, to feel like an individual (which he often did not feel like, due to the mother being overly present and the father never being there.)
Then he went there and did not get a tattoo. He did purposely cut his hair off and send me the picture, to make sure I was upset, because I'd complimented him on it recently.
Then he cheated on me in Miami, came back with a rash and then didn't have the guts to break up with me for another half a year, in which I was physically mistreated on drunk nights and eventually he burned my art out of spite when I did not take him back.
Bottomline; 1. I need to stop venting outside my therapy and 2. in a normal relationship with parents or friends or girlfriends and boyfriends and wifes and husbands, you kinda talk about these things (unless you already have a sleeve and it's a surprise) and that is especially when you're about to put something in a visible place where they will have to look at it the whole time. This was clearly a situation that was either staged (it looked staged) and where there was no healthy relationship between them.
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@pedroortega4108 Well, that's what I was wondering. Did you really get some fun out of that line?
I mean, you seem to enjoy talking about bath-products, so I guess your "fun"-levels are quite low to start with, but still.
I seem to remember that I asked for a better meme, a funnier one.
Once there is one..the fun will not be killed, the fun will be better. Sorry to give you a scare, Pedro, I certainly am not someone that likes to kill all the fun.
Next time, just read my story a bit better, thankyou.
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I never understood why people felt the need to destroy or otherwise 'bully' their exes.
Some people reply; 'Well, maybe you've never been cheated on then!' and I have been cheated on, definitely.
But I just acknowledge that the asshat wasn't worth my time and love. (He broke up with me, even, saying he felt no more love.)
I refused to take him back and delivered all his belongings in a clear bag. Even a small christmas-gift he hadn't received yet, but I had no use for myself, so why would I chuck it?
In return, he refused to give me half of my lingerie back (saying he was going to put it on his new girlfriend) and destroyed all my art, in an attempt to 'make me suffer from loss' like he was doing after I didn't take him back.
So what have we learned? He has keepsakes around his house (and lingerie on his girl) to remind him of me the entire time.
He knows he has been an ass for cheating, an ass for breaking up ánd an ass for destroying my art.
And he knows I was not an ass during the whole thing and recently his friends gaveme a heads up that he keeps mentioning me (there is zero chance I take him back.)
I in return, have been hurt tremendously, but I have seen his true colours. I vent my frustration in my art (that gets sold for a foundation) and I work through the hardship.
(And occassionally, anonymously vent about him, like on here.) I avoided venting to his friends though, many have no clue what he did. I gain nothing from him-losing-friends, it's not like it'll make him a better person. He will have to live with the fear of them finding out about it, until he comes clean to them.
I don't see the need for the revenge-taking. I don't understand. Keep your head high, continue and leave it behind you.
Speak, create, make art. People love to fantasize about laxatives in coffee, but in reality, you're just being petty and trying to 'punish' them, whereas they've already punished themselves enough. They have been awful people (and they have to live with themselves every day) and they have lost you, in their lifes. Assuming you are great, that is a tremendous loss for them.
If I ever break up with someone in a shitty way and they're mature, I expect them to shake their head in disappoinment and leave me behind with a horrible guilt.
And vice versa. The more the other person stays calm, the more it shows the contrast between the immature bully and the mature adult that is not going to deal with their BS.
(Although I obviously don't have plans on ever being shitty during a breakup.)
And if it is a normal breakup, there is no need for these revenge-things AT ALL because not only are you nót helping yourself by showing your most awful side to them, in a sad attempt to show others around you, how great you are and how this did not break you. In reality, it highlights how broken you are and how not-great you are to be around.
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I've been in that situation at the beginning, but different. We were having lemonade in a group (Dutch lemonade, so that's with syrup, not with juice) and the bottle-lid was stuck.
It turns out that instead of the plastic ring being near-seperated from the lid, it was melted onto it. So you had to break the sharp plastic ring.
One man, nearly 50 years old and quite strong, tried it for a long time and it didn't work. He broke óne of those melted plastic-dots but that was all.
I then wanted to try it and he said; Nah, you can't do that. Women can't do that.' He was joking, but the table went; Oooeehhh..' And someone shouted; 'Go on, Emma! DO IT!'
I tried, but my hands were raw and painful instantly. I said; 'Nah..it's..nah I'm okay, it hurts my hands.'
The guy laughed and the table went insane and started cheering me on. I tried again and after about 10 seconds (with bright red hands and a bright red face) I heard; 'Kg-kg-kggg-g-grrkkk' and the plastic ring broke, the lid was screwed off and the women went insane and clapped.
Normally the Dutch are quite mellow and sober unless it's about football or holidays but this was really a party. The man looked grumpy, so I offered him the first glass of lemonade.
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@abc784
Haha, alright, I translated them into English. The originals were written in Dutch (I kept a journal with the highlights, with changed names.)
Penelope (4) is skipping around the place and says; 'Let's play something fun!'
I go; 'What do you want to play, with the other kids?
Penelope stops skipping, rubs her hands, pulls a sudden 'dramatic-chipmunk-face and grunts; 'Dentist...playing dentist..yeeesss!"
Lisette was busy drawing Sleeping-Beauty's room. And drew a Tulip-shape in a vase.
Valentine said; Hey! That's not right! That's not a rose!'
But according to Lisette the rose was still new, and therefore still closed, that explained the shape.
Because 'Sleeping Beauty is a princess, so she gets everything new, including roses every day.'
(Which doesn't seem nice to me. Never being able to see a rose open up, but hey, it sounded luxurious to them.)
Marik tried to give me a High-Five, but he was too enthusiastic and hit me pretty hard, right in middle of my face.
Penelope wanted to play dentist, but there was no dentist-outfit to put on.
So she put a crown on her head, because dentists 'work with crowns', she'd heard.
And a tie, because it was serious business work.
And she topped it off with a full knight's armor, that she díd find in the dressup-chest.
Because it had a big red cross on it. And that looked like the red cross and that was medical.
Lucy said while walking to the Afterschool-daycare: 'Gosh, I see leaves falling, but they seem to fall from higher than the tops of the trees. It must all come from the trees of the universe, from other planets! '
Anna says; "I want to go to my sister, Lytitia." She walks to the toddlers, shouts; 'Letitiey! Titey! Tit! TIHIT! TIIIIIIIIIIIT TIIIIIT! HEY TITTIE! TITTIIIIIEEEEEE!'
Lisette was afraid that she would no longer be able to eat properly and that the missing teeth (almost 9 at that point) would never grow back.
Which was sweet, because she was quite old. (6 or 7 years)
Tom is playing a boardgame with me, but if HE throws 'house', he can throw a double one and go to the next house.
Yet, if I throw house, I have to go back 1 house and I am not allowed to throw anymore.
(Because apparently this is how it goes at home, where he always wins...)
Penelope wants to help me sweep up glitter, does it very nicely, but halfway through, she forgets what she's doing and throws everything enthusiastically into the air.
I was sitting in front of her, so I get everything in my eyes and face and keep glittering for weeks.
(Two very-occasionally-visiting kids, aged 9, quite old)
Kayla: I'm a burglar, muhahahaha '
Marieke: No! Did you break into my house ?!'
Kayla: YES! I have done just that!
Marieke: No... right? But....noo you haven't! What does our living room look like? Well? Say it then!
Kayla: Well… very… big.
Marieke: seriously frightened "Oh no! So you were really there?!
Shiela and Penelope play doctor, when I walk past, everything is fine and it is mainly 'pushing sticks into each other's mouths' and saying 'aah'.
When I come by a little later, Penelope is standing with a plastic saw from the other suitcase (toolbox) 'sawing off' Shiela's leg and Shiela is 'sleeping.'
When I asked what they were doing, the answer was shortly: "I'm performing an operation.."
One of the boys was afraid he might lose his shoes, so he put them on his hands and walked around like this all day, wearing shoe-gloves.
Annie is coloring and singing loudly while she's colouring. She has no idea that she's doing, she doesn't realise it.
She especially doesn't notice that everyone is silent and listens, while she creates the most bizarre; 'LAaaleeeulloooeeeeehheeEEHHEEEEEEEEEEE'-screaming noises.
Went on, nonstop for about 4 minutes.
I just copied my (very detailed) drawing of a unicorn, 6 times for everyone and I hand it out.
Kaya: I'm happy with it, I'm going to decorate it nicely, with stripes!
Elly: takes the drawing 'Yes, come here little giraffe, I'm going to make you beautiful..'
I might have some more, haha. I will have to look in my other documents. Just say the words and I'll post them :) I love re-reading them as well, haha, these kids were great.
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@abc784
Okay, wait, I found the last ones, I translated them haha, this is all I have.
There's about 4 untranslatable word-joke-stories, but they're not as good, you're not missing anything there.
In the creative-class, the only jar made of glass has fallen and shards lie everywhere.
At that moment everyone wants to 'suddenly' play in the class, to see what’s going on.
I said: No, boys and girls, no one is allowed in the classroom, especially not wearing socks.. '
Them: "What is it then?"
"Something broke."
'What then?'
"Something made of glass, something sharp… that's why."
'Why?'
“Well, it stood too close to the edge of the table. So you all should just go to the- '
"Who did that then?"
'I do not know. I have not seen. '
'How is that possible?'
'Well it fell ... smashed ... to the ground. But go to the- '
'Where?'
'There… at the table. Kids, listen, I- '
"But when did that happen then?”
(Just to be clear, I kept answering the questions because a parent was in the room with us.
Normally I’d say; 'You're all going to the other room NÓW and you wait there!
But the parent wanted to know these things too, so I kept getting distracted. And áll the kids kept pouring into the room.)
Mieke: It's my birthday today ...so you ALL HAVE to sing for me!
We sing Happy Birthday and another national birthdaysong
Mieke: 'Yes… and now… another 3! Because I turned 5.’
Teacher: Eh…. no Mieke, we'll do 3 in total ... just like everyone else, everyone gets 3 .. '
In the meantime we are filming this whole thing for Mieke's parents, so they can see what her special day was like.
And ofcourse, Mieke creates a great drama about getting all the 5 songs.
So, in the end we decided to sing another 3 songs, as she wanted.
After which Mieke yelled: 'Yes, helloooooo, was that finally it? Jeesh, that took ages, I want my presents! '
Penelope has lunch and it's one of her first times with a plastic knife.
She spreads butter on a sandwich, but it goes wrong and there is 1 lump of hard butter in the middle. She tries to spread it out, but it doesn't work.
She puts some nutella on top of it, mixes everything together, tries to spread it out, but it still doesn't work and in the end, it is a plain, empty sandwich with one gigantic lump of butter and nutella in the middle.
She looks at it, sighs, tries something out in one last attempt and then says; "There is nothing more that I can do.."
She waits a dramatic 2 seconds, staring at it and then, without any hesitation, folds the sandwich and eats it like that.
Piet knows that this month, the daycare-theme is Magic.
We have already talked about witches and fairies and Colleague B. is just dragging our old rug from the floor, which we are going to throw away.
A very large, heavy, slippery rug. That is very difficult to move out of the room.
Colleague B: How are we going to move this? How are we going to fix this? This has to go.. into the garbage can? Or at the front of the garbage?
Colleague W: Yeah, good question..I don't know either.
Piet: (in the voice of tv-presenter, as if he knows everything) Well ... the solution is very simple. You just take some magic hand gesture and poof, it’s gone. Dúh!”
Vicky (4) wanted to say something, but didn't know how to put it. I waited a few seconds each time, before answering, while we walked down the street, to the daycare.
Vicky: "If you .. if you .."
Me: Yes?
Vicky: If you go with ... guinea pigs, guinea pigs that ...
Me: Yes?
Vicky: Guinea pigs… they go… guinea pigs
Me: What do you want to say?
Vicky; If you….If you throw guinea pigs around... they will scratch you ...
Lucy: The older you get, the naughtier you get!
I’m talking to Penelope's mother, and Penelope is starting to suck her thumb.
I say; "No..Penelope ...", and she immediately removes her finger from her mouth and her mother says; "No, Penelope, don’t do that."
Now, apparently she has agreed with her mother that she can still suck her thumb at night.
At this moment, it is a quarter to 6 in the evening, so it is dark outside.
Penelope roars with an amazing Moroccan accent (don't know where she got that from, she’s very white) "EYYY but it's night time!!!" and points to the window with a rapper movement.
I was amazed because she's 5 and had never done that before. It looked hilarious though. I'm guessing she watched Ali B on the tv (a popular familyfriendly Dutch Morrocan rapper.)
Tias is standing at the table and wants to ask for a ricecracker with cheese spread.
He had to ask Colleague B. very politely (back in the day) but now I am minding the rice-cracker table, and I’m not that strict.
I just make the crackers and put them on the table, they can ask and take the crackers from the table.
Tias: “Hello! I’d like some cheesespread."
Me: 'So, with a rice-cracker, right? Just tell me what you want, then you can grab the rice-cracker that’s on the table. There’s two kinds, which one did you prefer?”
Tias; confused May I ... please..I would like ... thank you ... have a rice cracker..and eh..some cheese spread.. '
Penelope felt that her loud baby sister Felicity should be quiet, and as she chatted to her mother, she very casually pushed Felicity’s jaw upwards.
Which looked very funny, because Felicity looked like this; O_o? and Penelope held her hand up like that permanently, too, as if it were a baby snooze button.
Penelope doesn’t say ‘Oh the humanity’ but ‘Oh, the manatee.”
(almost perfect translation from the original Dutch one, where she said ‘Oh zeekoe’ instead of ‘Oh zeker.’ Zeekoe is a manatee.)
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