respect?
Friday night. It involves a fist to the face (just incentive for you to read lol).
My friends had a party friday night, not crowded at all but I had a really good time. Around one I decided to nap on the couch because I was beyond tired. Later on I get woken up by some people being loud about a stolen iPod. I wake up and start to walk away but then one of the guys points at me and goes "you, you stole the iPod." It took me off guard and at first I thought he was joking because there's absolutely no way that him and his friends didn't see me sleeping for at least a half hour on the couch. He doesn't laugh or break eye contact so I walk up to him and go, "are you serious?" and he says, "yes, I saw you pick it up, put it in your pocket and walk away." (Exact words, keep that in mind). More words that I don't remember were exchanged as I get more and more pissed. None of his friends said anything. He keeps saying, "I saw you I saw you..." so I empty out my pockets which clearly don't have anything in them and then he goes, "well, I don't know what you did with it but I saw you take it." So now I'm speechless, and I just stare at him.
He had really nice eye glasses on. I couldn't tell you what the hell was going through my head, but the only thing I thought to do and it made total sense at the time, was to slowlyyy reach up to this kid's face, take them off and smash them as hard as I could on the ground. They bend, the lenses pop out and fly in different directions. He didn't need those glasses anyway, obviously they weren't working if he didn't see me, clear as day, sleeping on the couch the entire time, 2 ft away from him and his little friends. They all go silent for a few seconds and I can see the anger boiling up in his face. He starts yelling at me so close to my face that I feel spit. I punch his cheek. Real talk, I need help opening up a jar of peanut butter so there's no way I could have hurt him, but it was the first reaction I had for wanting him away from me. He grabs me by my shirt and shakes me...but it doesn't hurt. I wasn't even scared because even though I was drunk, my mind was clear enough that I knew if he punched me, he would get wayyy more fucked than I would in the end. So I kinda just let it happen. I remember people stepping in and pulling us away from each other. In fact, there were 2 guys that looked at me and said "you had nothing to do with it, don't worry" yeah that's great you realize that, but how about telling your douche bag friend to back down from all 100 pounds of me? And if you knew I had nothing to do with it, why did you let him harass me? People are weird.
The a girly high pitched voice goes, "bitch why the fuck did you break his glasses?" I forget exactly what words were said but this is as close to my memory as I can get. It couldn't be more obvious that he was gay because he was doing the whole princess wave/arm flare as he was bitchin and the first thing that comes out of my mouth was "shut the fuck up you faggot!" Oh. "Why did you call me a faggot? Yeah, I'm gay and I'm proud what's the matter with that?" At this point I had no intention of being nice to anyone so I say, "that's good you're proud, so go suck a dick...faggot." For the record I am not like that at all and I realize it was wrong of me, but when I'm THAT pissed and I want to offend someone I'll say anything. At the time I couldn't think of anything else he would have taken offense too, because there were about 4 of his guy friends around me, doing nothing but standing and staring quietly. It worked...
Yeah, he did get mad. He said something about "I like everyone, why would you call me that? And why did you break my boyfriend's glasses?" *10 second pause* ... *unpause* HIS BOYFRIEND'S GLASSES ok ok ok, now I am trying with every ounce of self control I possess to not laugh. But I start laughing and I'm like "Ohhh that's your boyfriend!? I am so sorry for calling you a faggot ("yeah you should be") and I am really sorry for breaking his glasses" and he goes "you shouldn't be laughing at that!" But at that point I really didn't give a fuck so I'm smiling while everyone around who saw the situation was probably looking at me like I was crazy but whatever. I turn around to a short and muscular guy with a shaved head looking at me and I go "...what?" I forget what was said but he made a girl come check my pockets and pat me down because he "didn't want a sexual assault charge" (stupid) even the girl looked at me and said "I know you didn't take it."
Punch line. The guy who the iPod belonged to named Jay (who was wasted), randomly pulls a cord out from behind the couch and what is attached to it? The iPod.
Yeah.
I'm really glad that he found the iPod that I clearly "put in my pocket and walked away with". Even after hands are shaken, apologizes (by me) are said, the glasses are fixed, and the iPod is found, no one apologized to me except for Jay who the iPod belonged to and who wasn't apart of the accusations. People are horrible everywhere, but that is probably the worst I've experienced since middle school. However, the guys who were dating didn't let it go and keep saying "so I guess the asian didn't steal it after all" and a few asian remarks later I get really upset. Chuck and Kevin (who live there) comforted me and made me feel better. Pretty much everyone in the room went to the same high school. Kev and Chuck decided to kick them out for upsetting me though which I felt bad for because they were all from UNCW (about an hour and a half away) and it was 2 or 3 in the morning. But I did appreciate them being there for me. I would do the same for them if anyone from my high school were that straight up mean for no reason.
Best part is, afterward, one of their friends told us that "literally, about 5 seconds" before they accused me of stealing the iPod someone said "you know she had nothing to do with it" and they were like "yeah we know". Yeah...they knew and still went with it. Honestly, in the end, I really don't feel bad for anything I did or said after finding that out. All I can say is, some people are just horrible. And thank god for adrenaline rushes.
My friends had a party friday night, not crowded at all but I had a really good time. Around one I decided to nap on the couch because I was beyond tired. Later on I get woken up by some people being loud about a stolen iPod. I wake up and start to walk away but then one of the guys points at me and goes "you, you stole the iPod." It took me off guard and at first I thought he was joking because there's absolutely no way that him and his friends didn't see me sleeping for at least a half hour on the couch. He doesn't laugh or break eye contact so I walk up to him and go, "are you serious?" and he says, "yes, I saw you pick it up, put it in your pocket and walk away." (Exact words, keep that in mind). More words that I don't remember were exchanged as I get more and more pissed. None of his friends said anything. He keeps saying, "I saw you I saw you..." so I empty out my pockets which clearly don't have anything in them and then he goes, "well, I don't know what you did with it but I saw you take it." So now I'm speechless, and I just stare at him.
He had really nice eye glasses on. I couldn't tell you what the hell was going through my head, but the only thing I thought to do and it made total sense at the time, was to slowlyyy reach up to this kid's face, take them off and smash them as hard as I could on the ground. They bend, the lenses pop out and fly in different directions. He didn't need those glasses anyway, obviously they weren't working if he didn't see me, clear as day, sleeping on the couch the entire time, 2 ft away from him and his little friends. They all go silent for a few seconds and I can see the anger boiling up in his face. He starts yelling at me so close to my face that I feel spit. I punch his cheek. Real talk, I need help opening up a jar of peanut butter so there's no way I could have hurt him, but it was the first reaction I had for wanting him away from me. He grabs me by my shirt and shakes me...but it doesn't hurt. I wasn't even scared because even though I was drunk, my mind was clear enough that I knew if he punched me, he would get wayyy more fucked than I would in the end. So I kinda just let it happen. I remember people stepping in and pulling us away from each other. In fact, there were 2 guys that looked at me and said "you had nothing to do with it, don't worry" yeah that's great you realize that, but how about telling your douche bag friend to back down from all 100 pounds of me? And if you knew I had nothing to do with it, why did you let him harass me? People are weird.
The a girly high pitched voice goes, "bitch why the fuck did you break his glasses?" I forget exactly what words were said but this is as close to my memory as I can get. It couldn't be more obvious that he was gay because he was doing the whole princess wave/arm flare as he was bitchin and the first thing that comes out of my mouth was "shut the fuck up you faggot!" Oh. "Why did you call me a faggot? Yeah, I'm gay and I'm proud what's the matter with that?" At this point I had no intention of being nice to anyone so I say, "that's good you're proud, so go suck a dick...faggot." For the record I am not like that at all and I realize it was wrong of me, but when I'm THAT pissed and I want to offend someone I'll say anything. At the time I couldn't think of anything else he would have taken offense too, because there were about 4 of his guy friends around me, doing nothing but standing and staring quietly. It worked...
Yeah, he did get mad. He said something about "I like everyone, why would you call me that? And why did you break my boyfriend's glasses?" *10 second pause* ... *unpause* HIS BOYFRIEND'S GLASSES ok ok ok, now I am trying with every ounce of self control I possess to not laugh. But I start laughing and I'm like "Ohhh that's your boyfriend!? I am so sorry for calling you a faggot ("yeah you should be") and I am really sorry for breaking his glasses" and he goes "you shouldn't be laughing at that!" But at that point I really didn't give a fuck so I'm smiling while everyone around who saw the situation was probably looking at me like I was crazy but whatever. I turn around to a short and muscular guy with a shaved head looking at me and I go "...what?" I forget what was said but he made a girl come check my pockets and pat me down because he "didn't want a sexual assault charge" (stupid) even the girl looked at me and said "I know you didn't take it."
Punch line. The guy who the iPod belonged to named Jay (who was wasted), randomly pulls a cord out from behind the couch and what is attached to it? The iPod.
Yeah.
I'm really glad that he found the iPod that I clearly "put in my pocket and walked away with". Even after hands are shaken, apologizes (by me) are said, the glasses are fixed, and the iPod is found, no one apologized to me except for Jay who the iPod belonged to and who wasn't apart of the accusations. People are horrible everywhere, but that is probably the worst I've experienced since middle school. However, the guys who were dating didn't let it go and keep saying "so I guess the asian didn't steal it after all" and a few asian remarks later I get really upset. Chuck and Kevin (who live there) comforted me and made me feel better. Pretty much everyone in the room went to the same high school. Kev and Chuck decided to kick them out for upsetting me though which I felt bad for because they were all from UNCW (about an hour and a half away) and it was 2 or 3 in the morning. But I did appreciate them being there for me. I would do the same for them if anyone from my high school were that straight up mean for no reason.
Best part is, afterward, one of their friends told us that "literally, about 5 seconds" before they accused me of stealing the iPod someone said "you know she had nothing to do with it" and they were like "yeah we know". Yeah...they knew and still went with it. Honestly, in the end, I really don't feel bad for anything I did or said after finding that out. All I can say is, some people are just horrible. And thank god for adrenaline rushes.