From childhood
It's kind of reversed, but I had incentive.

I was about eight or something, but I was hanging out with my semi-boyfriend (just a kid thing) in his hot tub. We were talking about the loch ness monster and for some reason, he got really mad I didn't believe in the loch ness monster, so he slapped me. I stared at him in disbelief before climbing out for chocolate mousse. He just sulked in the tub. My swimsuit was soaked, my face hurt, and the mousse tasted like ash, but he got in a lot of trouble.

I don't think I ever spoke to him again after that. Serves him right. He was a bitch.


And speaking of bitches, my friend of two years up and dumped me last year because according to her, I'm stubborn, made no effort to keep up the friendship, and only thought of myself. Meanwhile, she never said anything when something bothered her so I never knew, avoided me like I had leprosy when I switched schools, never said anything nice no matter how much I tried to be for her, made me cry countless times, and then tried to play it off like it was for our own good. It took me a year to get over it, I was a shaky mess for the first six months, and while I sent her back her Discworld books, I have yet to get my George Carlin book back. Even after I'm polite and friendly to her at a recent birthday party. What a cu|\|t.
(DeadCats, Fri 18 Jun 2004, 4:22, Reply)