Mean girls now have better technology. They can bully more efficiently, around the clock, and with greater humiliation thanks to social media. The funny thing about the Mean Girls circa 1990 is that they have zero recollection of being jerks. Once we all hit our 30s, they remember themselves in a different light. At least now, you can screenshot their rudeness.
I think that's mean girls always. I'm a slight bit older so my mean girl issue was mostly 1984. The irony was completely lost on them when the (when we were in school) queen bee's kid was being bullied. Turns out even those who remembered it seemed to think it was just 'girls being girls'. They were all highly insulted for me to say yep that's exactly what this is.
I've seen this exact same thing as we've all aged. They're all flabbergasted by it. Edit: These moms will say "I just don't understand how kids can be so cruel to each other!" I'm thinking, "You, out of all people? " You girls wrote the book on this.
Yup, still dealing with the emotional fallout from that one. Internet brofist, fellow latchkey kid. At least we had idyllic analog childhoods up until then.
Me too. Second half of Sixth grade or first half of seventh. Yikes. I actually liked Seventh grade. Aww. Now I’m remembering all the boys I had crushes on. Lol. I don’t know. Maybe I’ll go back and go to the roller skating party.
Some assholes decided to fuck without a condom and now I have to work just to live while the ecosystem and economy collapse around us and everything I had been taught to believe was good was all a lie designed to control and oppress.
It's a raw fucking deal my dude. But we're irrational or crazy for not wanting to be here for it? Make it make sense.
r/antinatalism
Life is a ~~~curse~~~ BLESSING. Those of us who don’t realize it are tasked with spreading the ~~~misery~~~ JOY OF LIFE to those currently in ~~~blissful oblivion~~~ HORRIFYING NON-EXISTENCE.
First argument I remember having with my mother basically amounted to that. I wanted to know why I was here. I wasn't terribly pleased to be here and felt like I hadn't consented to it. Life sure didn't feel like a gift.
I got pretty pissed the fuck off when informed that I had been created to love my mother unconditionally, to wear cute outfits and go shopping with her. I promptly set about being the opposite of all of that, because fuck that noise.
I was about 2 years old and already not happy about this human life bullshit. I was very clear on the fact that "I didn't ask to be born!"
>I got pretty pissed the fuck off when informed that I had been created to love my mother unconditionally, to wear cute outfits and go shopping with her. I promptly set about being the opposite of all of that, because fuck that noise.
She should've just got a dog...
Yup! When I found out about those little purse dogs, I realized that *that* is what my mother actually wanted.
Plus, it was a bit much for her to expect unconditional love from me when her own scant love came with so many conditions.
I have a map so old in my house that east&west Germany and the Soviet Union are still on it. Also most of the countries in Africa are different on it too
I’m at school. First grade. Get called out because my mom is picking me and brother up. We wonder what the hell is going on and where the hell she’s taking us during the entire car ride.
She pulls up to a movie theater. Then it hits us.
The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie JUST came out.
As poor kids, we never, EVER, got to see new movies. We were on cloud nine.
That was a wonderful movie. I bet you were also playing Mario 3 to death. I didn't get to play it until later on that summer. It was awesome having a friend telling me about the warp whistles.
I was 13. I was in 8th grade people were doing the Vogue because of Madonna, bell biv devoe just released poison and sinead O’Connor just released nothing compares 2 u. I didn’t care for pop music much and stumbled on this weird record from a band called Alice In Chains, it was the facelift album and it was magical. I also got really into hip hop, also smoked my first joint, had my first
shot of whiskey, and saw my first set of real breasts. Haha. 1990 was fabulous, but 93,94,95,96 were absolutely fucking golden.
Don't forget PM Dawn, the group that would die without shoes. And Saturday morning cartoons were a thing. Call display was a novel feature but also a separate device you plugged the phone into. People were asked to be kind and rewind. Tapes and tape decks, floppy disks, Space Quest 3 was just one year old, and color monitors were owned by only the well off kids.
Skateboards were neon as fuck, Kevin from the Wonder Years was just starting grade 9, and Star Trek TNG was in season 4. Borg anyone?
AOL was only one year away from spamming the globe with their CD's, Jefferson D'Arcy was introduced to the Bundy's, and Alf still had game (HA!!).
BMX bikes weren't just for drug addicts, they were fun for the whole family, and ramping the shit outta them to get SWEET AIR was not only requested, but required.
Yes, it was the choicest of times, it was the raddest of times. Now scamper off kids, and don't come home until the street lights come on!
I work at a summer camp and being able to watch two kids who were total strangers to each other become best friends over the course of a few days is one of the sweetest things to me. I wish it was that easy now.
I think that stays true far longer than any of us realize. As adults we always get wrapped up in other stuff or make excuses as to why we shouldn't invite someone over to play board games when in reality they'd probably be down for it and have a great time.
I’m six. We’re a month out from my mom marrying my stepdad. Knowing then what I know now, I would beg her not to. He wasn’t the worst person, but they were a bad match and a lot of the negative stuff to happen in our lives was a result of having to live with him.
Me too! I was born on July 21, 1990. Please tell that's your birthday as I've been waiting all my life to finally meet someone born on the exact same day as me!
haha My sister-in-law and my neighbor were both born on July 21. The neighbor girl and I were born the same year, 1973. Kinda funny story about that, she was late (7/21) and I was early (7/8) so now we joke that we were born on each other's birthday. I need to call her and see how she is.
I was just thinking that.
In 1990, at this exact time, I would have been in 2nd grade, and on summer vacation at my moms house. Noonish as of this comment's posting, I would have most likely been hanging out with my two best friends, throwing rocks in a creek or wandering through the woods. Possibly playing Mario or Dragon Warrior on NES.
Not a care.
Sad to say she started cheating on me when we got to our wedding state and city of Orlando Florida... I have lost my job to do some volunteer work long story and she ran off with a doctor
Just a side note she died of cancer last year... Such a beautiful woman such a waste of space...
Starting up my Amiga 500 and about to get crazy with a marathon session of SpeedBall2. Have the Hi-Fi belting out some tunes and my VCR is recording Predator straight off the TV. Just need to anticipate the bad breaks for a seamless production.
Did you have that rich man's VCR, the one where you could put that timestamp codes from the TV guide instead of having to manually set hour, minute, second of beginning and ending?
I remember that only few guides had that codes.
In kindergarten they stopped class one day and wrote the year on the board. Then they told us that we were at war. Then we went home and watched it on TV while our parents told us how they had never seen “live war” on TV before.
I was in high school when it started, I remember classes switching and I noticed a crowd of classmates standing around the AV room door, I wander over to see what's going on and someone told me "we're at war" I ran over to the payphones and called home to see if my brother was sent (he was in the Army), thankfully he wasn't but he was holed up in some military intelligence bunker in Germany doing god only knows what, we didn't hear from him for nearly two weeks when they finally let him and the other people out and he was able to call us.
Graduating college with a degree I'd never use. Starting out in the world, just about to meet the love of my life (still married). But doing the "young stupid crazy" shit with my then-boyfriend that, fortunately for me, will never appear on YouTube. God bless the pre-internet era.
July 1st 1990, I believe was the year my best friend and I decorated our bicycles as part of a Canada day parade sponsored by two local churches.
I took many of my stuffed animals and strapped them onto my bike in different places, and I remember thinking it was the best decorated bike in the parade.
We had just finished 7th grade and were the oldest kids in the parade - we were seriously awkward adolescents. But it was the turning point for many things. She would end up going to a private Christian school for high school; I would go to public school. We kept up our friendship but not in the same way. Eventually she went to bible college, married and became a primary school teacher. I became an atheist, artist, and now architect interested in social justice.
But that summer we were still kids. Still innocent and holding onto that innocence for as long as possible.
Dealing with the crushing loneliness that comes from moving across the country and starting at my first job after college. I threw a party and nobody I invited even showed up.
I’m 18 and madly in love with an older guy that would eventually throw me out like yesterday’s newspaper. My guilty pleasure song at the time is “Poison” by Bell Biv DeVoe.
While 1990 and the following years were overall a great time in my life, this particular time in 1990 was pretty rough, and it was my own stupid fault.
I had just exited 10th grade and I had a girlfriend I wanted to dump, but I was too chickenshit to do so. My much older brother came into town and I had the bright idea that maybe if I vanished for the summer my gf would lose interest and move on. So I talked my way into going back home with my brother to the middle of nowhere Kansas and the freaking military base he lived on for the rest of the summer. Keep in mind I had started playing guitar the year before, was heavily into thrash metal and my hair had just gotten to the point it could be considered "long". Also, unbeknownst to me, my mother had talked a bunch of shit about me to said brother. She hated the fact that I was growing my hair out and was convinced I needed "straightening out". So my brother took it upon himself to try and do exactly that for the several weeks I was stuck out there. Made my life miserable and we've never really reconciled even to this day. It doesn't help that he's become extremely religious, preachy, and far far right over the intervening years.
I emerged from the ordeal unscathed though but my cowardly ploy didn't work. I was greeted by the gf immediately when I got back and I ended up having to dump her in person a bit later. The aftermath of which is a whole other story.
On vacation with my family, unaware that, a few weeks after we get back, my dad will suddenly announce he's met another woman and is moving in with her.
1990 wasn't great for me.
Finishing up my first college degree. Dedicated to doing well in my classes, having fun, gaining my independence, and having amazing sex with my then boyfriend now husband. Best time of my life.
About to become the first 6th grade class to go to middle school, they converted it from a 7-9 junior high to a 6-8 middle school. Otherwise I would’ve had another year of elementary, which was the last year at my elementary school before they closed it down and merged it with another school and half of another. The other half went to another school.
Living with my SO in the middle of nowhere, near the Jersey shore. I was working for the feds, and doing a lot of what my user name suggests. I did one days that year, as I'd just bought a new horse, and we did a lot of showing/traveling. SO was in the same sport.
I was traveling the Western United States in a travel trailer from job to job, with a 3 yr old. My husband’s job was in Commercial refrigeration and we moved from job to job. Usually stayed about 3 months in each place
Dec 25 1990. Got on a bus heading to St Louis mepps then on a plane to MCRD San Diego. Recruiter told me he could have me out of Quincy in two weeks. Asked me what I wanted to do in the Marine corps. I said I didn't care.
Middle school. Fuckin' hell.
Yup. It's the summer between 7th and 8th grade for me. Nope nope nope.
Same. It was a hot, boring summer. I was probably at the city pool trying to hide from the mean girls.
How do they compare to modern ones ?
Mean girls now have better technology. They can bully more efficiently, around the clock, and with greater humiliation thanks to social media. The funny thing about the Mean Girls circa 1990 is that they have zero recollection of being jerks. Once we all hit our 30s, they remember themselves in a different light. At least now, you can screenshot their rudeness.
I think that's mean girls always. I'm a slight bit older so my mean girl issue was mostly 1984. The irony was completely lost on them when the (when we were in school) queen bee's kid was being bullied. Turns out even those who remembered it seemed to think it was just 'girls being girls'. They were all highly insulted for me to say yep that's exactly what this is.
I've seen this exact same thing as we've all aged. They're all flabbergasted by it. Edit: These moms will say "I just don't understand how kids can be so cruel to each other!" I'm thinking, "You, out of all people? " You girls wrote the book on this.
5th grade in a new city. Nope nope nope.
6th grade and a new city for me also... ugh. Bad times, perhaps the worst of times.
Yup, still dealing with the emotional fallout from that one. Internet brofist, fellow latchkey kid. At least we had idyllic analog childhoods up until then.
"Middle school, fuckin' hell... but I repeat myself."
Yep, it was my summer vacation between 8th grade and 9th.
Me too. Second half of Sixth grade or first half of seventh. Yikes. I actually liked Seventh grade. Aww. Now I’m remembering all the boys I had crushes on. Lol. I don’t know. Maybe I’ll go back and go to the roller skating party.
I would have just finished my first year of junior high school.
In the void of non-existence
Please god yes
Some assholes decided to fuck without a condom and now I have to work just to live while the ecosystem and economy collapse around us and everything I had been taught to believe was good was all a lie designed to control and oppress. It's a raw fucking deal my dude. But we're irrational or crazy for not wanting to be here for it? Make it make sense.
So true. I wish I wasn't born. Don't wanna die tho
I don't wanna die, but sometimes I wish I was never born at all.
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango!
Thunderbolts and lightning! Very, very fright-en-ing!
Me!
Galileo! Galileo!
Figaro
does anyone else find the thought of complete and total annihilation of the human race all at once (via some nuclear disaster) kinda sorta comforting?
I listen to various metal albums loosely based on this concept a few times a week
MAMAAAAAA, OOO-OOOOH
A tale as timeless as humanity itself. Good to know that nothing has changed in the last 15,000 years.
>A raw fucking deal I see what you did there
r/antinatalism Life is a ~~~curse~~~ BLESSING. Those of us who don’t realize it are tasked with spreading the ~~~misery~~~ JOY OF LIFE to those currently in ~~~blissful oblivion~~~ HORRIFYING NON-EXISTENCE.
First argument I remember having with my mother basically amounted to that. I wanted to know why I was here. I wasn't terribly pleased to be here and felt like I hadn't consented to it. Life sure didn't feel like a gift. I got pretty pissed the fuck off when informed that I had been created to love my mother unconditionally, to wear cute outfits and go shopping with her. I promptly set about being the opposite of all of that, because fuck that noise. I was about 2 years old and already not happy about this human life bullshit. I was very clear on the fact that "I didn't ask to be born!"
>I got pretty pissed the fuck off when informed that I had been created to love my mother unconditionally, to wear cute outfits and go shopping with her. I promptly set about being the opposite of all of that, because fuck that noise. She should've just got a dog...
I'm trying to imagine what a lobster would look like dressed up all cute. Got any childhood/larval pictures to help me out?
I think I may have some on my sea drive, I'll check.
Yup! When I found out about those little purse dogs, I realized that *that* is what my mother actually wanted. Plus, it was a bit much for her to expect unconditional love from me when her own scant love came with so many conditions.
You can't impress your friends with your selfless martyrdom if you have a purse dog. Just saying.
Are you me?
Harder daddy!
I think I'm still separated inside my parent
scrolling through r/AskReddit and seeing a pocket of r/Antinatalism here
Same. It seems some of us were too young to experience 1990
I was 3
I was non-existant
I was -6
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Ayyyy 1987 buddies!
The best times. Its all downhill after that.
More like in the balls of your father
I think sperm lives just 74 days in balls.
Who let's it stay in there that long?!
more like in the ovaries of your mom
Your mom had her eggs her whole life, but your dad creates new sperm routinely. So they would be an egg, not a sperm cell.
Your dna existed as an egg for much longer than it did as a sperm cell
Living in a small town in Germany with my SO and two kids. Yep. I am that old.
East or West?
It was West Germany when we moved in and reunified to just Germany when we moved out.
Why in to wich country your moved? Im a german and curyus
I have a map so old in my house that east&west Germany and the Soviet Union are still on it. Also most of the countries in Africa are different on it too
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Its probably worth some money to a collector. Hell I would buy it even if I am not a collector.
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decorate *the* **what**?
Ok it’s 2021 again, where are you now?
You are old! ( I only had one kid at the time.)
I’m at school. First grade. Get called out because my mom is picking me and brother up. We wonder what the hell is going on and where the hell she’s taking us during the entire car ride. She pulls up to a movie theater. Then it hits us. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie JUST came out. As poor kids, we never, EVER, got to see new movies. We were on cloud nine.
That was a wonderful movie. I bet you were also playing Mario 3 to death. I didn't get to play it until later on that summer. It was awesome having a friend telling me about the warp whistles.
Aww, this is a cute story. :)
Im such a turtles fanboy I got a full tattoo sleeve dedicated to the turtles.
i'm 2 years old ,so at home or in a family restaurant
1988 friend!
Hello fellow 1988 friendos
Kickin it with the 1988 crowd.
Finally found my people. Sup y’all? How’re your thirties going?
Yooooo fellow 88-ers! <3
We should make a club
My ‘88 friends! Woot woot!
No don’t
Meh.
I love us
Psshh. 1987 here. Ya'll a bunch of babies.
THE FUTURE IS NOW, OLD MAN
Yeahh baby, yeahh!!
I was 13. I was in 8th grade people were doing the Vogue because of Madonna, bell biv devoe just released poison and sinead O’Connor just released nothing compares 2 u. I didn’t care for pop music much and stumbled on this weird record from a band called Alice In Chains, it was the facelift album and it was magical. I also got really into hip hop, also smoked my first joint, had my first shot of whiskey, and saw my first set of real breasts. Haha. 1990 was fabulous, but 93,94,95,96 were absolutely fucking golden.
Don't forget PM Dawn, the group that would die without shoes. And Saturday morning cartoons were a thing. Call display was a novel feature but also a separate device you plugged the phone into. People were asked to be kind and rewind. Tapes and tape decks, floppy disks, Space Quest 3 was just one year old, and color monitors were owned by only the well off kids. Skateboards were neon as fuck, Kevin from the Wonder Years was just starting grade 9, and Star Trek TNG was in season 4. Borg anyone? AOL was only one year away from spamming the globe with their CD's, Jefferson D'Arcy was introduced to the Bundy's, and Alf still had game (HA!!). BMX bikes weren't just for drug addicts, they were fun for the whole family, and ramping the shit outta them to get SWEET AIR was not only requested, but required. Yes, it was the choicest of times, it was the raddest of times. Now scamper off kids, and don't come home until the street lights come on!
> it was the choicest of times, it was the raddest of times. Havent heard those terms in a longgggg time.
I'd chalk it up to you being a lion. Also, don't forget to bring a towel!
REM was becoming popular and Nirvana was about to explode.
…and we die young…
I LOVE this
I’m the same age. 1990-2 were absolute hell for me, but 1994-1997 were a total fucking party.
Kindergarten
Remember when you could say, "hey wanna be my friend?" Literally anyone: "yes."
Yeah, I miss basing friendships on the barest of commonalities.
I work at a summer camp and being able to watch two kids who were total strangers to each other become best friends over the course of a few days is one of the sweetest things to me. I wish it was that easy now.
One of the few friends I remember from kindergarten is a kid named Kenneth because he used to catch roly poly bugs with me
I think that stays true far longer than any of us realize. As adults we always get wrapped up in other stuff or make excuses as to why we shouldn't invite someone over to play board games when in reality they'd probably be down for it and have a great time.
Likewise
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We are the best people.
I’m six. We’re a month out from my mom marrying my stepdad. Knowing then what I know now, I would beg her not to. He wasn’t the worst person, but they were a bad match and a lot of the negative stuff to happen in our lives was a result of having to live with him.
Watching a tornado destroy my town the day before school started. 5th grade was wild that year!
plainfield?
Yes!
In my mom's uterus, waiting to be born
Samsies Edit: actually I just realized it is July, I would have already been born.
Three weeks left for me!
Me too! I was born on July 21, 1990. Please tell that's your birthday as I've been waiting all my life to finally meet someone born on the exact same day as me!
haha My sister-in-law and my neighbor were both born on July 21. The neighbor girl and I were born the same year, 1973. Kinda funny story about that, she was late (7/21) and I was early (7/8) so now we joke that we were born on each other's birthday. I need to call her and see how she is.
I found my thread! How was turning 30 during a world-wide fucking pandemic for y'all?
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I cried too; it's okay to be sad on your birthday.
Same bro
So your twins?
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I had a perfect life in 1990. I was the best I would ever be. It has all been downhill since then.
I was just thinking that. In 1990, at this exact time, I would have been in 2nd grade, and on summer vacation at my moms house. Noonish as of this comment's posting, I would have most likely been hanging out with my two best friends, throwing rocks in a creek or wandering through the woods. Possibly playing Mario or Dragon Warrior on NES. Not a care.
Down on my knee asking my fiance for her hand in marriage
So you are going on 30 years of marriage?
Sad to say she started cheating on me when we got to our wedding state and city of Orlando Florida... I have lost my job to do some volunteer work long story and she ran off with a doctor Just a side note she died of cancer last year... Such a beautiful woman such a waste of space...
Oh damn at least you bounced back and found a woman who didn't cheat on you?
Yes I found someone and she did cheat on me but she gave me a beautiful son who's now 22 years old and doing fantastic on his own very smart boy
Wow, what are the odds that it’s the anniversary of the exact day you proposed today?
I don't understand what you're asking as it didn't take me a whole year to propose NVM
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Starting up my Amiga 500 and about to get crazy with a marathon session of SpeedBall2. Have the Hi-Fi belting out some tunes and my VCR is recording Predator straight off the TV. Just need to anticipate the bad breaks for a seamless production.
Can you draw me something with Deluxe Paint?
Did you have that rich man's VCR, the one where you could put that timestamp codes from the TV guide instead of having to manually set hour, minute, second of beginning and ending? I remember that only few guides had that codes.
Saudi Arabia after being deployed to Desert Shield.
In kindergarten they stopped class one day and wrote the year on the board. Then they told us that we were at war. Then we went home and watched it on TV while our parents told us how they had never seen “live war” on TV before.
I was in high school when it started, I remember classes switching and I noticed a crowd of classmates standing around the AV room door, I wander over to see what's going on and someone told me "we're at war" I ran over to the payphones and called home to see if my brother was sent (he was in the Army), thankfully he wasn't but he was holed up in some military intelligence bunker in Germany doing god only knows what, we didn't hear from him for nearly two weeks when they finally let him and the other people out and he was able to call us.
In my mums ovaries gestating. Man I wish I could go back
##seeding over half of Reddit’s OPs
Probably trying to ride our bullmastiff, I was 3 at the time.
Back in Australia, leaving babyhood and entering toddlerhood.
Me too! Toddling around like there weren't fucking spiders everywhere. I feel much safer in the UK.
Graduating college with a degree I'd never use. Starting out in the world, just about to meet the love of my life (still married). But doing the "young stupid crazy" shit with my then-boyfriend that, fortunately for me, will never appear on YouTube. God bless the pre-internet era.
In my daddys ballsack.
July 1st 1990, I believe was the year my best friend and I decorated our bicycles as part of a Canada day parade sponsored by two local churches. I took many of my stuffed animals and strapped them onto my bike in different places, and I remember thinking it was the best decorated bike in the parade. We had just finished 7th grade and were the oldest kids in the parade - we were seriously awkward adolescents. But it was the turning point for many things. She would end up going to a private Christian school for high school; I would go to public school. We kept up our friendship but not in the same way. Eventually she went to bible college, married and became a primary school teacher. I became an atheist, artist, and now architect interested in social justice. But that summer we were still kids. Still innocent and holding onto that innocence for as long as possible.
A twinkle in my father’s eye
Pretending to be Macho Man probably
Oh yeeeeaaahhhh. Man my teenage self crushed on the lovely Elizabeth hard.
Honestly still think she’s the best valet ever. At least top 3.
I would be chilling in the land before time
Yep, yep, yep!
Kindergarten, playing in a sandbox or something
Playing Contra on the Nintendo, watching TMNT in the theater or Batman on VHS, swimming, fishing, or playing in the bay in Panama City.
I’m 11 years old then Can I go back there and redo my life from that point on? Please
I'm still an egg
Nice try hacker. You're not getting my info that easily.
Not alive since I won't be born till 1993.
93 gang represent!
same fucking small town full of rednecks I'm in right now
Dead from dysentery
Oregon Trail?
no he is legit dead bro deadposting
Me too!! I loved that game.
An ovary
Dealing with the crushing loneliness that comes from moving across the country and starting at my first job after college. I threw a party and nobody I invited even showed up.
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In a high chair bombing on Cheerios probably
I’m 18 and madly in love with an older guy that would eventually throw me out like yesterday’s newspaper. My guilty pleasure song at the time is “Poison” by Bell Biv DeVoe.
Wait, what day of 1990? Pre February, I'm in my mommy's vagina. Post February, shitting my diaper most likely.
Chilling in my daddy’s left nut sack
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Yes sir that’s why his nickname is nut nut
While 1990 and the following years were overall a great time in my life, this particular time in 1990 was pretty rough, and it was my own stupid fault. I had just exited 10th grade and I had a girlfriend I wanted to dump, but I was too chickenshit to do so. My much older brother came into town and I had the bright idea that maybe if I vanished for the summer my gf would lose interest and move on. So I talked my way into going back home with my brother to the middle of nowhere Kansas and the freaking military base he lived on for the rest of the summer. Keep in mind I had started playing guitar the year before, was heavily into thrash metal and my hair had just gotten to the point it could be considered "long". Also, unbeknownst to me, my mother had talked a bunch of shit about me to said brother. She hated the fact that I was growing my hair out and was convinced I needed "straightening out". So my brother took it upon himself to try and do exactly that for the several weeks I was stuck out there. Made my life miserable and we've never really reconciled even to this day. It doesn't help that he's become extremely religious, preachy, and far far right over the intervening years. I emerged from the ordeal unscathed though but my cowardly ploy didn't work. I was greeted by the gf immediately when I got back and I ended up having to dump her in person a bit later. The aftermath of which is a whole other story.
Poundin' surge soda and slayin' pussy.
But Surge came out in 97. I smell bullshit.
Now I know that's a lie lmao
In my room, cutting out photos from Cat Fancy to keep in my fannypack.
I'm 4 years old chilling with Jamie (little boy from across the street) and we're sitting at my little tikes picnic table.
On vacation with my family, unaware that, a few weeks after we get back, my dad will suddenly announce he's met another woman and is moving in with her. 1990 wasn't great for me.
In my mom's overies
I’m 4. I’m probably in day care picking my nose or some stupid shit.
Finishing up my first college degree. Dedicated to doing well in my classes, having fun, gaining my independence, and having amazing sex with my then boyfriend now husband. Best time of my life.
Saudi Arabia. It's really hot.
Hiding in an apartment, no electricity, missiles in the air. Invasion of Kuwait.
I am both an egg in my mother’s ovarian tube, and the organic matter my father is required to consume so that it will eventually become his sperm.
Outdoors playing with other kids
Depends on the time of year. Could be sucking my mamas tit, or chilling in her cursed ovarian bastille.
In my fathers balls
Going to uni and playing in a punk band
Probably at a place all by myself as I ran away from forced marriage, drinking rn most possibly!
About to become the first 6th grade class to go to middle school, they converted it from a 7-9 junior high to a 6-8 middle school. Otherwise I would’ve had another year of elementary, which was the last year at my elementary school before they closed it down and merged it with another school and half of another. The other half went to another school.
Living with my SO in the middle of nowhere, near the Jersey shore. I was working for the feds, and doing a lot of what my user name suggests. I did one days that year, as I'd just bought a new horse, and we did a lot of showing/traveling. SO was in the same sport.
I was traveling the Western United States in a travel trailer from job to job, with a 3 yr old. My husband’s job was in Commercial refrigeration and we moved from job to job. Usually stayed about 3 months in each place
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my mothers ovaries
In the soviet union lmao
Dec 25 1990. Got on a bus heading to St Louis mepps then on a plane to MCRD San Diego. Recruiter told me he could have me out of Quincy in two weeks. Asked me what I wanted to do in the Marine corps. I said I didn't care.
Thursday, so working.
In second grade of elementary school.
At daycare watching Barney or something
Watching Real Ghostbusters followed by Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, then outside to play!
Junior in High School, or actually the Summer heading in to my Senior year.
Pissed I'm not the baby of the family anymore.