Fighting a losing battle
I've always been an outcast of sorts, all the way from my early school years right through to sixth form. I still had good friends, but I was never a part of the 'cool' section of people. I was always mixing with the apparent 'freaks' and 'misfits', not the geeks though. ;)

As a result, some miniscule part of me wanted to be seen as 'cool' as well; which resulted in me doing some insanely stupid things to gain their adjulation. I shall list two such incidents

--- If you have ever ventured into a joke shop, you will have encountered the dangerously hot sauce, which advises "Put a single drop into your friends food, and laugh!" or something like that. One of the 'cool' kids brought a bottle of the stuff into school, and various kids were putting a miniscule amount on their finger, licking it, and then go mad about how they can't feel their tongue.

With it being a very boring Biology lesson, and the last lesson of the day, I piped up and said "You wusses. I'll do more than put a crappy little bit on my finger." So I proceeded to grab the bottle, which was about the same size as a food colouring bottle, and downed the lot. I didn't let it touch my tongue to try and avoid immense pain, but it made my throat hurt more than anything. However, after a minute or two, the feeling passed and I got a cheer. Praise!

Towards the end of the lesson, I noticed an eerie rumbling in my lower regions, and the sudden urge to puke over my classmates. I tried to shrug it off, and waited until the end of the lesson to go home. By the time I left, I was doubled over in pain. A walk home that usually took me 10 minutes took me a whole hour, as I could only walk a few steps before having to stop and compose myself.

I was violently ill into the next day, and to this day, the smell of the stuff will make me feel very sick.

--- It was my birthday, and instead of staying indoors, I decided I should just invite a few people out, and generally do whatever we feel like. I invited a couple of my best friends, and I also invited a couple of cool kids who were more acquaintences to me really. We went to the arcade, played bowling, acted like idiots in the mini golf. Usual hijinks.

While wandering around the grounds (It was a business park really, just with lots of shops/arcade/etc in one area), we came across a shopping trolley at the top of an incline. I'm generally inhibited, so I was praying they wouldn't suggest "Hey, lets ride down the slope!". Of course, that was the first thing they said. A few kids went down the slope, and generally liked it. I didn't want to get in, but I was willing to give them a push.

So one of the people I didn't know as well got in, and I volunteered to 'give him a little push' to get him going. I was a big lad, so I had a lot of weight to get behind me. I proceeded to push the trolley with all my might, and the trolley (with kid) set on its way. The slope had a wooden fence either side, so you couldn't veer that much without crashing. Guess what happened then.

Due to the force of my push, it made the trolley go off course, and mid-way down the slope, all you could hear was the crash of metal and the screams of youth. Yes, he went flying over the fence and smacked into the wall. A few of us still laughed our heads off though.
(Dazzorifik is bored of b3ta, Fri 16 Jan 2009, 12:42, 2 replies)

Was going to click
for the first story, then changed my mind when I read the second story. Tough break.
(MrC. Having the most boring username on b3ta since 2004, Fri 16 Jan 2009, 15:24, closed)

I'm truly devastated

(Dazzorifik is bored of b3ta, Fri 16 Jan 2009, 20:44, closed)