It isn’t healthy to live with regret , but that’s still the predicament many of us find ourselves in .
Even worse than regret, though, is living with the knowledge that you were done dirty. It’s the kind of thing that will keep you salty for years on end. The r/AskReddit thread, “What’s something you’re still salty about years later?” is, understandably, an excellent source of salt.
When you lose your treasure.
“When I had just turned 7, two boys stole my ruler and pencil sharpener during a lesson. I had just got them for my birthday as part of a set from my Mum, and I really liked them, so I told the teacher. They both lied and said they didn’t have them.
I never got them back and I’m still salty.”
Everybody has one like this.
“In 2nd grade we had a group project, asked if his portion was ready, even offering to do it if it wasn’t. He swore it totally was done. It was not.
We’re in our 30s and actually close friends now, but I will never let him forget about the time he screwed us over on our Egyptian pyramids project.”
That title needs a defense.
“In grade 11, my HS volleyball team won Provincials, for grade 12 with only losing 1 player no teacher would coach us to defend our title. That was 15 years ago now, and yes, I will be salty about that till I die.”
Video game salt should be its own category.
“Earlier today, I was talking to someone about how I want to hang onto my PS4 for as long as possible because I still have PT downloaded, and then I remember how Silent Hills got cancelled and got mad about that for a little while.”
Never trust a snobby cellist.
“I was fresh into music college and one day our teacher had assigned us all into bands (so we couldn’t pick our bandmates ourselves) and this oh so snobby bass- /cello-player said to me ‘you should play with more dynamics. Do you even know what those are? Of course not, you’re a ‘rock’ drummer.'”
Total Jenny move.
“Suggested a way to streamline clinical notes to make more sense. The ward sister told me it was a crap idea.
Two months later the notes had been changed in the way I suggested and the ward sister was getting praised by management for her great idea.
[Expletive] you Lenny.”
Yeah, that holds together.
“A college roommate telling me that the reason I was having trouble making rent wasn’t because I had less hours at my job during a slow month, but because I obviously wasn’t reading the bible and praying enough.”
The most dangerous place on Earth.
“My friend’s brother trying to discourage me from wanting to visit a Disney park, even telling me I might die first. This was during Sunday school when the teacher asked us to name things we wanted to do in the future, and he put a question mark after my suggestion on the board. No one ever said they might die before going to college or getting a job or whatever. I was singled out because my ‘obsession’ with Disney was ‘annoying.'”
Spoiler culture has gone too far.
“I was the only one that did the reading one day in class, so when I answered a question based on the reading (something simple like, ‘what was your favorite part’), the entire class called me out for spoiling the story and the teacher took their side. It’s been almost 10 years since this happened. I really need to let it go, but I just can’t.”
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Who hasn’t made an ill-advised trip to McD’s?
“I once had a friend who was three hours late coming to my place for dinner.
Part of the reason he was late was that he decided to stop at McDonalds for a burger on the way to my place…”
Dodge, duck, dip, dive and dodge.
“I remember in grade 5 gym class, when we played dodgeball after the first round the teacher would give one ball to someone on each side, it was almost always whoever was the last standing. I remember dodging and diving the hell out of one session making it to the bitter end only for the teacher to give it to someone else for a good catch. I’m bitter twenty years later, never mind continuously putting in effort for a school year to miss out on an actual prize. That’s rough.”
Funny guy.
“Forty four years ago on my birthday, I got a present wrapped in raggedy Ann and Andy paper. It was about the size of a soccer ball.
I tore it open, opened the box, and found a smaller box wrapped in the same paper.
Tore that open and found yet another smaller box wrapped in the same paper inside.
Several nesting doll iterations later, it got down to a little box that fit in my little hand.
I opened that and found a pair of earrings… for my mother.
My dad thought it would be heeelarious to give my mother a gift on my fourth birthday.”
Say it ain’t so, I will not go.
“I’ve been begging my friends to see Blink-182 for years. When I finally convinced everyone to get tickets I got violently ill and couldn’t go. To be clear I’m not mad at my friends. I’m just mad at the world.”
Is there a relevant Rammstein lyric for this one?
“I was 16 and in my Rammstein phase. When I found out Rammstein would play on a large music festival in my country, I got really excited. The thing was that I had no friends and I was too young to go alone. My mum and stepdad at that time agreed to go with me, cause they thought the band was okay and wanted to do me a favor. I bought a day ticket for all three of us, which basically cost me all the money I saved from my part time job between the age of 14 and 16. The day of the festival itself they didn’t feel like going and they didn’t allow me to go alone. My stepdad promised to pay me back but he and my mom broke up so of course he never did. Sooo.. I never got to see the band and I lost all my money.”
Lesson: never have roommates.
“My roommate used to come home from the gym and make a protein shake with my blender. It was a really nice $200 blender. He would never wash the pieces, though. We even had a dishwasher. Eventually the blade rusted so much it wouldn’t turn. He refused to replace it.”
The dark side of supporting your coworkers.
“I told a coworker something just trying to be nice and look out for her. Basically she was being detailed to another area to do a job and rumor had it that she was being set up to fail so she could be fired and I let her know what I had heard because if that was being said about me I would want to know – she then went to higher ups with this information and blabbed who told her this which then came down on my head. Regret to this day ever saying anything to her.”
In the end, it wasn’t about the potato salad.
“I made homemade potato salad for a baby shower of a close friend of mine. It was a lot of work but I made a ton of it and it’s my grandma’s recipe and my favorite food. So I was like, pumped. Go to baby shower and there was already potato salad there. From the store. Someone BOUGHT PREMADE POTATO SALAD. I was ASKED to bring potato salad and then I just get thrown to the wolves. I put mine in the fridge thinking, [forget] this, I’ll take it home and eat it with Lay’s potato chips like I usually do.
I left. I forgot the bowl. Went back the next day to get the bowl. (1 hour drive). Hug friend. Say my hellos. Ask if she is sick of being pregnant yet. Lolololol blah blah blah. She HANDS ME AN EMPTY BOWL. SHE DUMPED MY POTATO SALAD OUT AND WASHED MY BOWL. I smiled and thanked her. I left.
1 year later, she slept with my fiance and ruined my life.”
It wasn’t much to ask of her.
“My mother stood me up for the school play when I was seven years old.
We lived half a block from school. I walked to every rehearsal by myself. As the performance drew near I begged her to come watch. ‘We’ll see,’ she replied.
After we all took our bows I watched every other child hugging their families. Then I walked home alone. She was sitting at her desk reading a book when I returned. And when I expressed disappointment–not crying, not losing my temper, just saying I felt let down–she yelled at me.
Stopped talking to that woman nearly twenty years ago.”
Be yourself…but not like that.
“In second grade, I got kicked out of the classroom for doing the cha cha slide ‘wrong.’ When the ‘reverse reverse’ move came up, I did a slightly different spin that didn’t match the rest of class (they were twisting back and forth while I spin all the way around) and was taken outside for not following the group.”
Lonely as I am, together we cry.
“My dad and I bonded over mutual love of Red Hot Chili Peppers when I was growing up. We’d listen to them during every car trip when I was an older kid/teen. I always told him I wanted to go see them with him sometime.
About a decade ago, he casually told me that he recently went to a RHCP concert with his [lousy] girlfriend who has always been so nasty to me.
I’m still bitter.”
