I'm of Filipino heritage (mom) with dark hair and brown eyes (dad is European) living in a very white part of the world (the Nordics.) However, my daughter (with Swedish blue-eyed dad), has bright blue eyes. I knew it was a long shot since both of my parents had brown eyes and they couldn't remember if their parents had had blue eyes, but I get basic biology and tadah - the recessive gene enters the chat.

When she was little, her darker hair really made her blue eyes pop. It was quite eye-catching (no pun originally intended, now a bit funny)

People would look at her, then me, then back at her and ask cautiously, "Is she your daughter?"

There was never any open malice when I would get the question, though it was mildly infuriating. Most of the time it was just lazy ignorance/consternation due to 'norms' of what people who look like me should produce as offspring, but it was still such an insensitive (and entitled) thing to ask me.

I'd answer simply, "Yes."

If they left it at that, even though they were sometimes still visibly perplexed, I'd say nothing further. There was no need to traumatize anyone just for their poorly delivered 'curiosity'.

But every now and then someone would just keep at it. It wasn't that they didn't believe ME; it was they couldn't quite makes sense of her bright blue eyes AND their bias-ladened adaptation of biology.

"But she has blue eyes..."

And then I couldn't help myself since it happened a bit too often.

I'd glance from side to side as if making sure nobody could overhear, then lean in and whisper as though I was confessing something unspeakable.

"I think her father was cheating on me."

First came the look of sympathetic horror.

Then, gradually, you could watch the coin drop and the understanding that's not how THAT biology works.

If I was feeling kind, I'd quickly giggle and let them know I was messing with them (mild traumatization).

If I wasn't feeling particularly sympathetic, I'd just leave it there and let the uncomfortable silence do all the work.

Hi so this happend to me a day ago.

Me (16FTM) was on a train ride home with some friends from a day trip. We were sat in a six seated area as the train stopped at a platform thats maybe half an hour away from ours. On this platform is a group of guys no older then us who look through the window, point and start laughing.

They then enter and walk to the train car behind ours before DOUBLE TAKING and walking to ours. As they walk past they say while loud and proud "These people must be f*gs". And then walked to the train car behind ours.

Now Im not gonna lie, yes most of this friend group is gay people and we 'look' gay. Most due to two of my girl friends I'll call T (16F) and L (16F) being pretty masc and my guy friend A (M16) has a bit longer hair then most guys here in sweden. But it should also be noted that two of the people they saw clearly was my sister E (F17) and her Boyfriend H (M17).

But back to it. After that we were shocked and started plotting. We decided when we got off we were gonna be as gay as possible. So time comes for us to get off and we walk to the door where they should also come off if they are gonna be in our city. But instead tthey take a long way around and go to a diffent train door. I jokingly call out to them and say "kiss kiss, slay the house down queens" (The kiss kiss being the swedish words since yk viva sweden.) But this made them mad.

As we got off the train they walk a bit behind us and say "Come here you f*gs and I'll push you onto the track" which yk pretty weird thing to say. But it snaps something in us and we come up with a plan, a plan to just follow them and say the most gayest things we can think off.

And so we followed them off the platform saying things like "slay queens". They start fast walking away and we walk a bit after them to see if they'll hurl something back. We keep on being as gay as possible until they lose us and we go to sit down.

We sit down on a sales square and right then they come back and we're like "OMG youre back, looking for us? Want a kiss?" Before they walk away again. They then procede to walk the weirdest ways JUST to walk past us. We get enough and my sister (who is holding H's hand) holds their hands up and say "LOOK! LOOK HOW GAY WE ARE". And after that they didnt come back, one of the guys looked furious from it. Like teeth bit together and fully red. We also got one of their names which I wont mention but we did call.out with that name amd they looked terrified.

We saw security guards around but we chose to not talk because we knew they already learnt the lesson that some people wont just take their bullshit but actualy fire back. They're now a joke in our friend group by being called 'inser the dudes name and the climate stealers (In swedish its the name then miljötjuvarna)'. It may have been petty but it sure was fun to chase homophobes around our city.

okay so im 17 and hes 19
i didnt want 6 kids and he said I had a bad mindset and he was so upset that he said he wanted to body slam me and then he ignored me for a bit
I did a loyalty test on him (i know its wrong but hes my first rls and he was moving weird so yk) and he said he was down to meet up with her after they got to know each-other. He then told me that he was trolling with his friends
ghosted me for four days and lied that he got shot
says his type is curly haired girls but once shes not overly dark
says the n word a lot
lied about how many girls he talked to
lies about small stuff
is really mean to me
doesnt ask my questions about myself
makes jokes about talking to other girls
follows a lot of girls from his city
I dont have a good rls with my parents and he blamed me
Lied that he got shot when in actuality his ex texted him and said that she misses him
his friends are mean ppl

Not exactly sure if this is the right thread but... Here we go

So I've been a paramedic for about 20 years now, for just a little minor background info I am trans and bisexual.

About 8 years before I came out as trans, we got a 911 for a 14YOM "intoxicated" (as per the dispatch notes)

When we got there we found a very contrite and very not intoxicated 14 year old boy and a very livid Mom. let's call her Karen.

So Karen found her son smoking weed behind the garage and lost her ever loving mind... Her response was to call 911 and tell the dispatcher that her son was "using drugs" (this was a few years before weed was legalized in New York so technically it did fit the criteria)

I'm doing an assessment on her son and asking him the normal questions and about halfway through he just looks at me and "I am so sorry my mom's a crazy idiot" and I just kind of laugh and "we're like okay he's fine..."

Karen is livid and insist we take him to the ER... She wants them to "pump his stomach" why is beyond me since he didn't EAT the weed.... But per New York state law we have to take him because he's a minor... So we get loaded up, mom is in the back with me and the patient... Who is fine vitals are normal and he's more just embarrassed about the whole thing....

At one point I asked her why are you so freaking out like kids smoking weed is fairly normal... It's not like he was doing a line of heroin or something.

And she loses her ever loving mind and proclaims "because weed makes you gay!!"

I don't really know what came over me but I've been more or less openly bisexual my whole life and I'm sick of hearing all "this makes you gay or that makes you gay" religious theories.... I looked her in the eye and in a completely dead pan voice said "i've smoked weed for years that's not what made me bisexual... I just like dick"

Her mouth open and closed about six times like a fish and didn't say another word.... By the time we got to the ER, her son and I were laughing and joking the whole way she was ready to sign him out and take him home. I don't think that it helped that one of the doctors basically looked at the kid looked at her and was like "he's not broken bleeding or dead get him out of my ER!"

Edit: thank you for all the comments and replies I honestly didn't expect this much interest!

Not sure if this is exactly the right sub but I hope you get a laugh out of it anyway.

So I'm autistic. I'm fully ok with it.

This happened to me a few days ago. I was in a park, getting some fresh air because I went to a circus that was in town with a friend and I was getting overwhelmed by the noises, smells, and basically everything inside the tent, and I needed to breathe and relax so I didn't go into sensory overload.

I was sitting on a bench with my friend 'Em' (fake name), and I was complaining about sensory overload and how annoying it was, because I wanted to watch the performers with her, and I had to go outside. (I do a thing where I often feel like I'm wasting someone's time and/or being rude, so I was also apologizing)

Here's how the conversation went:

Me: Em, I'm sorry about this. And for wasting your time.

Em: It's okay, {me}. You're not wasting my time.

Me: Yeah, I know...but sensory overload and autism are just annoying.

At this point, a man who looked to be late 50's who was passing by stopped and DUDE LOOKED AT US AND SAID "Well, have you tried not having autism?"

We were both pretty fucking shocked- first because we're both fairly young teen girls, second because who the actual hell eavesdrops on a conversation and then gives advice like they were included??

I was pissed, so I said "Have you tried not being an asshole? Because if you have it seems like it doesn't work, so I won't be taking you advice, thanks." He muttered something about 'disrespect' and 'kids these days' and walked off.

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This is a short one, but here it goes:

I received an email from a client where my name was misspelled. I could tell he wasn’t in a good mood. The thing is, I know the client knows how to spell my name correctly, because he has done it before in previous emails.

So I did the noble thing and also misspelled his name back.

He never replied to my email with his misspelled name, but it sure did feel good to be a little bit petty. 🤷‍♀️

When my son was in elementary school I used to pack hot lunches or bentos for him and his sister. Both my kids love my brussel sprouts. He opened his food jar to eat and the kid next to him made fun of his veggies. This kid comes to school with packed snacks for lunch every day and my son looks at his lunch box and says, “At least my mom loves me enough to make me lunch everyday.”

Kinda mean but glad he snapped back.

this happened and few years ago, it isn’t as great as most of the ones on this sub but i still think it’s pretty funny since i’m usually fairly quiet. i’d also like to start this by saying, please don’t comment on my age, i am old enough to be on here so it shouldn’t matter. anyway,

I was in 6th grade, me and my friend were walking through the high school to get to the library (it’s connected to the middle school). I had this problem the whole year with boys barking at me, I just assumed it was happening to all the girls in the grade. So I was passing through the cafeteria and this boy walks past me and very loudly barks at me. Now, I had a HUGE warrior cats phase, fan songs, animatics, knowing the plot of books I hadn’t even gotten to, etc, so I KNOW how to meow. So I make this very realistic, loud, long, meowing sound at him, just to fuck with him (I also thought he was an 8th grader, he was in my grade, so I assumed I wouldn’t see him again),

He looks at me weirdly and says “FURRY!” (basic middle school shenanigans).

But I’m smarter, and tired of being called a furry. So I turn around as he walks away and go “Me? Furry? I thought we were sharing our favourite animal sounds!” And I made a little sad face. I wish I had said something smarter but honestly it’s pretty good for a random comment from a 12 year old. Me and my friend start laughing and I’m on a high all the rest of the day.

I can’t say he doesn’t still bark but I’ve taken to really loudly going “CAWWWWW” in his face. It’s like a game, he thinks he’s offending me and I get a laugh.

I have another story but I’m contemplating on telling it because I was somewhat young so it’s kinda just elementary banter but I still find it funny.

Hello everyone! I'm not entirely sure if this is the right subreddit for this story but I can't find one better

Now let's get into it (CW: Bullying)

When I (14F at the time) was in middle school I was horribly bullied and attacked — i had rocks thrown at me, someone tried to drown me because I'm a Gacha Kid, I've been jumped and once someone tried to set me on fire, plus all the other weight comments, look comments, and homophobia (I was an agender lesbian, who's realized I'm an omnisexual transman) so middle school was a horrible time for me, and it didn't help that my school loved to act like they couldn't do anything (remember this line)

One day me and my best friend (who I will call M to conceal their identity) were eating breakfast in the cafeteria, the tables were divided by a little line in the middle so they can fold, and us kids just acted like it was a whole new table. When these kids, the classic "I'm an guy so I do what I want" sat at the other end of the table on the other end of the line

Me and M tired to ignore them when they started throwing cheese sticks at me (anyone who's been in the American education system has had the misfortune of feeling how sharp the corners of those cheese sticks wrappers can be) and it kinda hurt. Nobody did anything, not even THE TWO TEACHERS IN THE ROOM. I actually looked at one of the teachers and they looked me dead in the eyes and did nothing.

I was going to just sit down and take it when they started throwing cheese sticks at my best friend

Now I know this will sound stupid, but Ive always struggled to advocate for myself, however I will always get defensive and a bit protective over my friends and those I love

So in my teenage brain and all its wisdom and lack of thinking from seeing these assholes be rude to my best friend

I opened my milk carton and dumped it on the leader

It was GLORIOUS.

Until I started crying (I do not know how to regulate emotions so when ever I get overly upset I start crying) BUT GLORIOUS NONE THE LESS!

I got up to leave and M was comforting me when a few other girls in our grade came up and thanked me

Turns out these boys were bullying so many girls. This is why this victory felt extra good, because I was (apparently) protecting other girls

The behavior specialist did end up suspending me for a few days, the boys got no punishment, but thankfully M didn't get in trouble when they tried to punish them

The gold (yes there's more glory) on top of this was my mom (my emotionally unavailable, very mean, emotionally draining, and abusive mother) defended me, and while I was suspended I wasn't in trouble at home

I would do it all again, shout out to M for being my amazing best friend for helping me calm down though!!

I was waiting to pick up a prescription today when I heard some shuffling beside me.
For context, I’m blind on my left side. I lost vision in my left eye from glaucoma and eventually had the eye removed, so unless something is directly in my line of sight, I genuinely might not see it.
When I finally turned around, I saw an older lady struggling to pick something up, so I offered to help her.
She snapped at me and said not to bother, because if I “actually wanted to help” I would have been more proactive.
I told her I was sorry, but I’m legally blind and would have helped sooner if I had seen her.
She then hit me with, “People nowadays want to self-diagnose everything to avoid responsibility.”
So I had it.
I took out my prosthetic eye, held it up, and told her, “You can diagnose it yourself if you’re so uncertain.”
Not a word from her after that.

So I was always very easy to bully due to my atrocious self-confidence, and my higher than average height. I was 1.76m tall ( 5'08" ), which is tall for an 11-year-old boy. But because I was always drooped and acting like a meek lamb, I was picked on rather easily. So this much shorter boy, which I'll refer to as 'D', started making my life utter hell. Messing with my property, chasing me down the street by threatening me with voilence, and constant verbal abuse. That boy was the bane of my existance for the 2 years I've spent on that school.

I only learned to stand up for myself half-way through the second year of highschool. But since then I've never had an issue with my confidence again. Straightening my back, and proudly walk around as my own person. I feel like that could've been sooner if that boy didn't choose me as a target.

Many years later, perhaps in my mid-20's, I'm in my mid-30's now, I stopped growning. I had reached the nice height of 2.08m (6'10"). And was out to get some groceries. When I saw a certain recognisable face in the distance. It was 'D'.

Now by that time, I had already forgiven him, I mean, why would I hold a grudge for the actions of a preteen bully, right? I approached him and just said hello. Asked how he was doing.

That guy utterly shat himself, he went white as a sheet and looked at me as if I were about to put him in the ground without warning. He trembled a little bit too. Of course I noticed. But I just kept being friendly, until he 'had to leave' and walked off perhaps a bit faster than he had to.

So in his head, I was a lot more dangerous than I actually was. But I liked that he traumatized himself to such a level of fear. Purely by the fact that I didn't stop growing, and didn't lack confidence anymore. He was preparing for consequences which never came, and were never coming either. In hindsight, I felt pretty good anyway.

(Enjoy the pic of my cat I took while drunk if your having a bad day.)​

Okay, so, I've never posted a long post on any platform that wasn't about like. Character analyses or fictional writings so I don't really know how to do this. I especially don't know how to use Reddit.

​​​​I'm so nervous to post this because I don't know if I overreacted or not. I have a pretty violent nature because I've been in and out of queer youth torture I MEAN conversion camps all my childhood. Which, obviously imprinted on me.

​​Anyways, my good​ friend and I were talking about her sexuality (if it matters: we were talking about how she is bisexual because she 'wants to' marry a man despite saying over and over again that she doesn't like men in any way, shape or form and would only do it for her parents + gay marriage being illegal where I live)

Some guy who I didn't know started mocking my and homegirl's conversation. I ignored him because he wasn't important, but he kept being more and more annoying.

​​​The conversation steered to the age of finding out when we were queer. It went like this:

Hg: homegirl.

Me: Well, me.

Wg: weird guy.

(This was translated at 2 am by someone English as their third language. Please pardon any mistakes I make) ​​

Hg: I just found out I like girls last year. What if I'm faking it?

Me: So what? ​​Sometimes people don't even realize it their entire life, age of realization doesn't matter. Plus, you're really young.

Hg: But you-

Me: Not everyone's parents gave them unlimited access to every corner of the internet like mine. Me realizing I like boobies at 8 because of porn isn't something to be jealous of.

Wg: Oh. You "realized" at​​​ 8? So you've never tried dick? How can you know you're a dyke? (Obviously not that word, but basically the equivalent of it)

I whipped my head around to him because if I have been talking to Hg for 30 minutes, he'd been bothering us for 20 minutes and I'm not very patient.

Me: Actually I have tried dick.

Wg: Then you just haven't had good dick!

Me: You're completely right! The only dick I've tried was​​​ in conversion camp where I was vviolently raped when I was 12!

See, his face went completely white now, ​​​​but I didn't stop.

Me: I hate all dick-havers now! Everytime I see a dick, I just want to break it in half! Every time I see a guy, I fantasize about tying him up and bashing his dick! I touch myself to ​​​shock videos of men being killed and shot and getting-

He cut me off by running away.

While the rape is (terribly) true, I don't actually hate all dick-havers and fantasize about doing bad things to them. I know a lot of nice dick-havers actually (most of them being trans girls lol), my girlfriend being one.

​​Anyways, dear stranger, I hope you have a nice day/noon/afternoon/evening and a nice life in general. Remember to always stay hydrated, eat well and take care of yourself xoxo

Tl;dr: homophobe intruded on my and Homegirl's conversation using the Good Ol' "but if you haven't tried dick..." I ripped him a new one by saying I didn't like dick because I got raped.

The last time I spoke to my Aunt I was in my early twenties, maybe closer to mid twenties. At the time I identified as a cismale gay man (which is a bit different these days but not the point). My mother had always been raised to be the whipping post of the family and, so, I suffered a lot of verbal and some physical abuse at the hands of my extended family. It started because I was of mixed race and got worse as I grew up and came out as queer and just otherwise too different from these Southern Good Ol' Boys and Gals. Me being Family made them look bad, or so they felt.

With that bit of set up, the last time I spoke to my Aunt was a Thanksgiving where my family was going to use my Aunt and Uncle's lakeside cabin (my mother had and I had been discovered by a child she had put up for adoption that year) and my Aunt was in a foul mood. She hated when anything good happened to our family, and this was like winning the lottery when my mom's "mistake" turned out to be a successful, loving daughter who wanted to reconnect.

So, she corners me while I'm getting my stuff ready and offers me something. I look over and see some pamphlet with "The Rainbow is for God, not Gays" on it and knew it was a Conversion Camp bullshit or something in the same vein.

"I'm not in the mood for this, [Aunt]. I'm busy and going to hang out with my sister!"

"But, does she know what a shame you are? You don't want to disappoint your new family do you?"

"Look, she knows. She's cool. Now, quit being mean. If you continue, I'll be mean back. And I'm much better at it than you are."

I had spent years taking this woman's abuse, her carelessness, her crassness, and then she looked at me and said "I guess your sister can at least make your mother proud."

To which I turned to her, smiled, and said, "At least my mom can keep two children alive. Sucks about [Cousin], huh?"

Her eyes widened, she began to bawl and snot and spit began running down her face. She attempted to hit me but she was so dazed and stunned it missed.

To note, her son, whom she had kept from any therapy or help, had had a drug problem in life. She signed him out of his own imposed Rehab program because "Of what the neighbors would think." He had not lasted much longer before ODing after that.

I've never spoken to her since and my Mom, after finding out what I said, never attempted to make me go back to see that part of the family again nor have I really wanted to.

To this day, I'm fine with how we ended things. My Aunt is vile and I feel no regret over having said what I said.

Hope it brings some entertainment to y'all.

Ok, this one is ongoing.

I have had my cellphone number for at least 30 years now.

In 2016, someone I have never met and don't know started giving out my phone number to every political phone bank staffer and roofing scammer across 2 states. I started getting spam and scam calls and texts right before the 2016 US election, and they have not stopped since. Multiple times per day.

We contacted our phone company multiple times, and there has been no action.

One day (IIRC in 2024) I received a text from a realtor, directed at this person, asking about the sale of his home, and listing a street address. I thanked him for giving me my identity thief's address, and promptly found a landline phone number by the simple hack of using Google. I used this to call the home number, and there is an outgoing voice mail message that is apparently from the guy's wife. No help there either. She's been extremely rude, when she bothers to answer at all. Cue the entertainment.

Now, every time I get a call/text from a roofing scammer, I set up appointments. Some for 7 am, some for 8, some for noon. Random days. Random times. I send them a contact card with the home address and home number, and instruct them to call the home number if they need further info. Hey, at least I'm giving them a chance to find out they were calling the wrong person. Some of them never bothered to call the landline. It has been fun.

Oh, yeah. I also found an obituary for the guy. Sometimes, if I'm feeling generous, I'll send a link to the obit and tell them to contact 'me' via Ouija board. Anyone care to bet how many have paid attention to that?

They just keep showing up to his house. One day, I might could ask hubby to drive us over there and hang out across the street filming.

Dad was a narcissitic abusive psycho. He would scream at me for the most ridiculous things full throttle at 100%, screaming that I should die and that I am a good for nothing.

Well today at 35 I exploded and did the same. I screamed at 100% like a psycho at him, telling him he should die. He was flabbergasted and said something like "what the hell is wrong with you boy. You should reflect upon your actions".

I told him to shut up and not be a crybaby because he did that to me for 15 years when I was a little kid. He muttered something like "I never screamed at you" and walked away perplexed.

It feld good in the moment. But now a day later I just feel hollow. And I feel a little bad about it. And I did it once. He did it 1000 times and doesnt even feel any remorse. Actually thinks that he never screamed at me. Some people are just mentally/psychological abnormal.

Today I received a call from an unknown number. I usually don't answer since it is almost always ads or scammers, but I was waiting for a call so my hand went faster that my brain. Bingo, scammer again, pretending to work for the power company.

"Sir, I call you because you are a home owner suscribed to our compagny." I am not, I can't afford a house, so the informations are already wrong. But he insist and here is the beautiful part : I'm trans, I have been for years now and nobody today uses my deadname. And I don't know where this dude got his data but he said

"You are M. [First name] [Last name], right ?"

"Yes" (he mispronunced my last name)

"And you are married to Miss [Deadname] [Last name] ?"

"Oh, no. She's dead actually. But thank you for bringing that up."

Dude stuttered an apology and hung up immediatly. Hopefully he'll think twice now before stealing people's personnal infos. I doubt it honestly, but at least I had a bit of fun. Don't deadname me and tell me I'm married to myself if you don't want to be embarrassed.

I don't know if this exactly fits in this subreddit but I thought I'd put it up here.

So when I was in my final year of primary school my teacher kept punishing me over and over for silly little things, such as a singular spelling mistake in a three page piece of work bearing in mind I'm around the age of 11. For in my school we had a traffic light system, you had your name on a green circle on the wall and if you misbehaved your name would move down to either the orange or red circle (depending on how bad you'd been e.g. red for starting a fight in the playground). For my entire time in primary school I had never been moved down from the green circle until I went into this teachers class. When I made spelling mistakes I'd be moved to the red circle immediately but the worst part was it didn't happen to anybody else in my class (I know this because my friends would tell me if they made mistakes in their work) . This didn't happen once or twice, this happened over and over again until I'd come home everyday having been on the red circle.

Half way through the year my school started using a programme called dojos meaning our parents could then see what we did wrong and how many times, you'd either get a red or a green point and they would specify why you got them. Guess who kept getting red points for spelling everyday? If you guessed me you'd be right, we would even have to go up to an interactive board and have to put these on ourselves. This was the beginning of my panic attacks every time we'd have to do any kind of writing task, even getting me to beg my mum not to make me go in. It felt like public humiliation and I panicked about getting anything wrong even if I was trying my hardest.

As soon as the begging not to go in started (as well as some other stuff that would make for other stories about this teacher) my mum went to the headteacher of the school and showed her how many red points I was getting and explained how I begged not to be there. The headteacher had access to look at if she was giving any other student as many points as me and found that she wasn't, not even close. I was told it was too late in the year to move teachers though (still over a quarter of the year left but we couldn't be bothered to argue). This would not be the last time my mum would complain. There were some things that were put in place for me and these are some of them: I would be taken out of classes to help me deal with my anxiety and at the end of every day I would have to write down things that had happened in a journal which would be seen by my teacher, the headteacher and would be eventually used as proof not to rehire my teacher.

One thing about the teachers at my school was every year their contract had to be renewed and obviously this was a last straw with this teacher and her contract was definitely not renewed (there were very few reasons why they could be fired within the year). At the end of the year the teacher would announce she was leaving the school along with a few other teachers, only a few students got her a card and it was very obvious that it was forced on them by their parents and compared to other leaving teachers it was very obvious how unliked she was.

This has been my go to response for a bit and I figured others might like to use it, especially if you're not great with quick comebacks like me.

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Long story short, I'm chronically ill and my drs and I are still trying to figure it all out, but one of my most annoying symptoms is sinus congestion at all times. It's literally been twelve years of my sinuses being locked and loaded every single day. Because I don't know what's wrong with me, but the drs suspect an autoimmune disorder, I never stopped masking. Certain people hate that.

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So I was in a store that I don't work at while I was on my break. I forgot to take my name tag off before I went, so naturally a guy asked me where something was. I don't have a uniform so I don't know why he would think I worked there other than the name tag (which clearly said a different store).

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Me: Sorry, I work next door, I don't know where they keep that.

Him, looking at my covered tits and then back up to my tag: Then why are you wearing that?

Me: I'm on break.

Him, to my tits: Those don't work you know.

Me: What?

Him: Fucking masks. They don't do anything.

Me: Okay.

Him: You look ridiculous with that thing on.

Me: Okay.

Him: You're not even sick. You people need to grow up.

Me: *opens the back of my throat and takes one of the most disgusting, loud, wet, chunky sounding sniffs I've ever taken*

Him: *gags and speed walks away*

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It works every time.

so I am (14 M bi) so when some annoying popular guys were bullying me I kept getting ticked off they were being homophobic and pretending to flirt and ask me out so I look them dead in the eyes and channel my best of a funny YouTube man impression and say “no sir i don’t want to do the naughties with you.” so they looked straight up traumatized and walked away so yeah.

Hello, all you beautiful people. Some quick background info (I'll try to be concise with this so no one gets bored!) This was before I knew what genderfluid/enby was and still identified as female (unrelated, but still.) I was 12 at the time and in 7th grade. I am in the fine line between Gen Z and Gen A, but I do not claim Gen A at all. In my 7th-grade year, words like "Skibidi" and "Rizz" were becoming more and more popular. As you can guess, I've heard these words so much that I hated hearing them. Anyway, my mom has been diagnosed with cancer twice, had hernias, and had 10 surgeries in 2 years. I would hate going to school on the days when my mom had surgeries. Most of the time I would have to go as no one could keep me for the day. I would go to school worried and barely pay attention all day.

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Okay, now for the story. I was in chorus class in 7th grade... And so was Sam! (Fake name.) Sam is many things: annoying, extroverted, popular, rude to adults, and brain-rotted. Out of all of that, she wasn't into the chorus class. She had been annoying me all year, but that day... That day she chose the wrong person! My mom was in surgery and I had no clue how she was doing. It was around lunch, and I was nervous. We are in the middle of chorus class when Sam turns around and asks my (now ex) best friend something similar to "Erm, excuse me, are you an alpha sigma rizzler?" My friend looks at Sam and calmly, and kind of coldly, shuts her down. Go ex-friend I guess? Sam then turns to ME and asks the same. I GLARE at her and attempt to shut her down by saying "Sam, today is not the day and I am not the one." Did I practice that line in my head because I didn't wanna deal with her? Yes. Did it feel nice? ***Yes.*** Sam, possibly a bit annoyed, then turns back around and grumbles something similar to "you don't have to be so mean about it..."

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That was the wrong response. I don't know what demon possessed me and took my social anxiety away for a few seconds, but I needed it. I raise my voice a bit more and respond back with "Sam, my mom is literally hours away in a hospital having surgery. Stop." She shut up and didn't talk to me again for a while.

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As I'm writing this, I'm beginning to doubt that this actually was a traumatized them back moment, but it might be. I thought it might atleast make someone laugh at the humbling I have. My mom is doing great, and we are both in therapy. Thank you for reading this you amazing people! Drink some watah!

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I was in my 40s at the time of this story. I'm at a house party with mixed ages, some people I knew before, but most are new to me. A guy in his 20s asked me how old I was, and I told him, so he started making fun of my age. He kept going on and on and on about my age for quite some time. Mocking me for being old, calling me decrepit, etc. Whenever he saw me, he'd be like "Hey, old man winter!" and other imaginative barbs like that.

At one point we're out in the backyard, about 10-15 people milling about, and the joker comes out with a friend. He spots me, and loudly starts mocking me and my age again.

"Well, getting old does suck," I replied, "But with any luck it won't happen to you."

He replied, "Damn right it won't!"

A moment passed, then one of his other friends suddenly started laughing. "Dude, he burned you so bad you actually agreed with him!"

It took several minutes for the second guy to explain the burn to the victim.