For all its incredibly weird corners, the internet can be a wonderful place when it wants to be. Today’s morsel of goodness comes in the form of an entertaining Twitter thread.
Posted early this morning, user @Nicole_Cliffe asked for the internet’s “oldest, most cherished grudge”.
https://twitter.com/Nicole_Cliffe/status/900073515348484096
We all have one, don’t we? Usually an event from your childhood – almost always involving siblings – that you’ve never been able to shake. A grudge so pure it lives on for decades, bubbling inside you like the hottest, angriest soup you can imagine.
As you’d expect, the Twitter community replied in full force, sharing their own tales of harboured emotions. Nicole kicked off the proceedings with her own.
Mine is “third grade teacher Mrs Robinson accused me of lying in front of everyone when I said I had read A Girl of the Limberlost.”
— Nicole Cliffe (@Nicole_Cliffe) August 22, 2017
Mom told my sister & I to put our stuffed animals in a bag so we could trade them out periodically, but she threw them away. @TheGrimmoire
— N.Wilcox (@AdorbleDisaster) August 22, 2017
The Queen Bitch in high school drinking my soda during theater practice.
— Katie (@KatieKCMO) August 23, 2017
The next one is a heart breaking three-parter.
The day after 5th grade parent-teacher conferences, a boy chased me around yelling that my mom was a retard, 1/
— Tracie M. McMillan (@TMMcMillan) August 22, 2017
She was in a wheelchair and her medication made her drool a little sometimes; she was sick, not dumb. So I start crying 2/
— Tracie M. McMillan (@TMMcMillan) August 22, 2017
And the teacher intervenes and says, “frank, that’s not nice.” And turns to me and says, “You need to learn to be less sensitive.” THE END
— Tracie M. McMillan (@TMMcMillan) August 22, 2017
Jesus, what an asshole. The next series is just as infuriating.
When I was 8, my mom and I were visiting a friend’s church for some reason & the newsletter included the winner of a kids’ poetry contest 1/
— Helen Rosner (@hels) August 22, 2017
and I, nerd, immediately recognized it as “I’m Digging a Hole in the Ceiling” by Jack Prelutsky, but credited to a girl from the church 2/
— Helen Rosner (@hels) August 22, 2017
I had recently learned about ~sins~ (am Jewish, we don’t have them as such) and was VERY ANGRY that this girl had sinned TO HER CHURCH 3/
— Helen Rosner (@hels) August 22, 2017
and I solemnly informed our friend whose church we were visiting that this girl had DONE THE SIN OF CHEATING to win this poetry contest 4/
— Helen Rosner (@hels) August 22, 2017
and she said “No, dear, she’s a very good girl. She doesn’t cheat. You must be thinking of something else.” I curse her to this day. 5/5
— Helen Rosner (@hels) August 22, 2017
Yikes. The following series of tweets isn’t exactly a grudge, but a very, uh, creative way of dealing with them.
This isn’t strictly on-topic, but it isn’t strictly off-topic either. My friend’s mother has the craziest, craziest grudge routine…
— Kit Lovelace (@kitlovelace) August 22, 2017
If ever someone crosses her, she will immediately demand to know their full name – which she then writes out by hand on a slip of paper…
— Kit Lovelace (@kitlovelace) August 22, 2017
She then takes that slip of paper, folds it up, puts it into an ice cube tray, fills the tray with water, then freezes the name into a cube.
— Kit Lovelace (@kitlovelace) August 22, 2017
That cube is then taken and placed into The Bag – a freezer bag filled with the frozen names of ALL THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE EVER DISPLEASED HER.
— Kit Lovelace (@kitlovelace) August 22, 2017
Apparently when Hurricane Sandy threatened them with a powercut, her main concern was that The Bag would defrost and curses would be lifted.
— Kit Lovelace (@kitlovelace) August 22, 2017
Hmmmm. Don’t piss off whoever that is.
You can check out the whole thread right here.
