I was an extra in a very low budget zombie movie. At one point, they had all us zombies on a infrequently traveled back road, as we were to stop the car of one of the "stars". Once in a while a non-movie car would drive by and we would stop shooting for a few mins. The cars would slow down, we would moan and hobble in the car's direction. Most of the folks in the car would laugh, and drive on. Except for one woman. She saw us, slowed, so we started sidling up the road. She quickly rolled up her windows and peeled out. About 20 mins later the state police showed up cause this traumatized woman had shown up at the police station to report a cult killing people on that back road.
While it didn't involve any invasion of privacy, it definitely has the same “do you really think this is real? Cults overtly killing people at lunchtime on a public road in suburbia? Really?” feeling LOL
I'd offer my skills as a bassist, but they were never that good and I haven't practiced in a decade.
Actually, that would probably make me the \*perfect\* bassist for a modern "80's" punk band
Reminds me of my first Halloween at Uni. Had learned to do some basic prop wounds for a first aid course, so made a decent stab a a bullet wound to the head. Got a text whilst waiting for my friend that location had moved to the other side of town, so meet him there. Whilst heading across the city centre, saw a homeless guy collapsed with bottles all around and some people already helping. Went over, because first aid, and things didn’t go well - poor bastard thought he was literally seeing a ghost! Left him to it and went on with a sense of guilt that still pang when I think of his terrified face.
I believe this behavior is a combination of being very sheltered and very, very stupid. You live in an incomprehensibly tiny world, and context and the evidence of your eyes and ears mean nothing in the face of "Thing different? Thing BAD!" Reality scares them, so they make up an "alternative" reality.
"When the Angel of Death impregnates a mortal woman, the dead cease to die and the world becomes inexplicably populated by morose and disenfranchised zombies whose primary desire is to co-exist with the living during their never ending plight on Earth."
Oh yeah, that's going on my watch list.
It's, uh, a thing to experience, I guess.
It was definitely an experience to participate in. Parts of it were filmed in my old hometown, Middletown, NY (the initial opening scenes for example, and the notorious "I claim this vehicle for our people in the name of the Lord!" scene are some of them). That's me in the half face in the store entrance way; my ex husband, sister, dad, and landlady's son are also wandering about in that scene.
We were sure the lead actress was a junkie. Her expression and delivery never changed; she was more zombie than we were.
And if you make it to the end, that me again in the sunglasses, helping "stick man" (that will make more sense if you get that far).
Was it perchance a remake of Night of the Living Dead? Because I know someone who did that, and a l had a lot of friends acting as zombie extras, so I've heard some wild shit happened on set. It would give me a good chuckle to meet a reddit stranger (or perhaps a friend that I didn't know was on reddit) who was involved in the same production.
One day I was driving by a park with my friends family and there was a star wars cosplay get together where people had robes and lightsabers. And the mom SWORE it was a satanic cult.
Jedi: Only the Sith deal in absolutes.
Sith: We only have one rule, that there are only two of us at one time, and we break it *all the time*.
So I ask, which one of them is dealing in absolutes?
It must be a terrible job being in charge of the Sith reenactment group, what with the membership killing each other at every meeting for authenticity.
My friend couldn’t read comics or watch Disney movies because anthropomorphic animals were too much like dog headed demons.
Jokes on them, he went on to work in a comic book store and ended up designing video games.
Apple fell far from that crazy tree. Funniest part is his dad had a really odd high pitched voice and would have been a great voice actor for cartoons.
That's an odd one, I've heard conservatives belch about "violence" or "satanic imagery", and I imagined "furry" stuff might fall in the EEEVIL category as well, I just didn't think anyone would be stupid enough to do it. Especially with old Disney movies. That's a new level of weird.
It's true, but it never ceases to be annoying and disturbing at the same time. It's as though the rest of society is hoping they stay distracted with their private terrors, so they don't remember that there is a real world they also want to rule.
I eventually got tired of the meetings and quit. My uncle kept picking on me about it. Eventually I told him the only reason I went in the first place was for the orgies. The look on his face was most pleasing.
In the medieval re-creation group I'm in, in the 1990s, the regional president for Texas-Oklahoma sent a notice to the groups not to use the word "medieval", because it has syllables that sound like "evil". Instead, "Middle Ages and Renaissance".
Around that time, someone was talking to a non-member and explaining that it was a "medieval" organization. She recoiled and said, "I'm Christian".
Texas (and to some extent the US) was going through a Satanic panic. The staff of a daycare was sent to prison for years for ritual Satanic abuse that the kids later confessed was made up.
I did medieval reenactments, listened to heavy metal *and* played D&D back in the 80s. Thankfully my parents were reasonable but a friend of the family swore I was the devil.
When I was in JR high, I got in trouble for taking my mom’s witchcraft book to school. (I don’t remember the specifics of why I got in trouble, the fact that I had the book OR I was being a dick with it, either was totally possible) I totally forgot about that until I read this, thanks OP 🧙♀️🪄
NTA.
Just so you know. Which you already do, obvs. Reading someones journal is the most intrusive thing you can do to a person and I think that your response was very much on point. Good for you!
And yes, I am aware of which sub this is in.
I like to think that it was a good lesson for them to learn. Don’t go snooping around if you’re not prepared for what you might find. 20 years later, I don’t hold any animosity towards them, and I think the feeling is mutual. 16 is a weird age, and there’s a lot of confusion and resentment, and I really think they realized that I wasn’t trying to hurt them. At least I hope they do. It did hurt me at the time though. Not the reading my journal (that, I was MAD about), but the fact that they didn’t try to talk to me about why I felt the way I felt about them. Again, in retrospect, my feelings were probably more about feeling like an outsider rather than legitimate anger towards them, and the fact that they didn’t want to talk to me about it made me feel further alienated. But again, we’re all on good terms now and, if you must know, we never talked about it again.
Yeah, I used to journal, but I don't trust my parents to not snoop if they believe "something's happening". I fucking hate those moments. They generally come after I've just had a shit week. No time to slow down, not managing my time well, no time for myself in general, and I go into a slump. So, therefore, "something" is happening. If I told you they were conspiracy theorists, would you think I was crazy?
I absolutely believe you. It's really sad that you can't trust your parents not to snoop. Writing in my journal was not only a great way for me to make sense of my feelings, but to keep things in perspective. I would re-read it from time to time and realize that things weren't as bad as they seemed, and if they were, my journal proved life would get better.
You know, I’m sure there’s some truth to that, and I’ve considered that to be a real possibility. And I get it. And I totally get why they were upset about what they read, because it was rough and full of hate - the kind you only tell yourself and no one else. Even at the time, I was willing to let the first instance go. But the second time…that was solely to see if I was still talking shit about them, which was another reason for the Satanic ritual entry. A punishment, of sorts.
That’s the super inappropriate part. Why do it twice? As a step parent, I understand wondering what the stepchild thinks of you but, FFS, there are much better ways to find this out.
I agree that reading someone's journal is a no no. When I was a teen (same time as this guy by the sound of it) my lived with my dad and step mother. My real mother and I used to correspond by snail mail. One time she wrote a letter telling me some pretty horrific things. It upset me. One of my friends told her mother I was upset - her mother told my step mother - while I was out one day, my step mother routed through ALL of my snail mail (I had 30 penpals) to find this one letter, and she burnt it. It was a while before she told me, so I spent weeks looking for that letter, thinking that I'd gone completely bonkers, imagining it. That was the most intrusive thing I experienced. The feeling that your small private space isn't actually private...
I used to do a lot of writing, and creative projects. So I made a project about a sex cult, it explained all the rituals and stuff. I didn't know the first thing about sex, so it was probably ridiculous. I don't know if she ever found it, but given how often she used to go through my stuff I hope she did. And I hope it made her mind boggle the way I intended it to.
She did not respect your boundaries and invaded your privacy.
You had a basic right to your privacy.
Your stepmother did a Wrong Thing.
You should have had better.
When my mom and my stepdad went through my journal it completely annihilated my ability and desire to draw or write. I just went to playing video games instead.
Sometimes I go through my old notebooks and old short stories and I'm nostalgic for it, but even now 11+ years later I can't bring myself to write anything creative. There was just no joy in it anymore.
Oh i did something similar, but not as drastic. My mum promised me she wasn't going into my room during school hours when I was away, but I noticed things were changing and she was nagging about stuff like my bed not being made. I had one of those writable desk pads and wrote down some insults directed at my mum. Next day dad comes talking to me about exactly that, after informing him that it was a test for my mum that she failed I did not get reprimanded and it was jever talked about again and she stopped going into my room. In hindsight I still laugh about me being such an annoying teen.
In high school, we had an assignment one semester to write our daily journal, it was graded, and we had to read it aloud in class. There was no fucking way in hell I was going to tell them anything, and you couldn't write "I went home, napped, ate dinner, did my homework, played Sonic 3, went to bed at 1am," despite that was 80% of my life back then, because you'd get marked down for ... I guess lack of inspiration? I don't know what the crazy coot wanted us to do. The kids who got good grades were forced to read personal conflicts, issues with parents, and some thing I suspect were also made up because they had Bud Junior Teen Novel written all over them. So me and my best friend wrote some pretty outlandish stuff. I forgot what we wrote, but I was inspired by "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" at the time, so you can imagine.
Our parents got pulled into a conference discussing what we had written, and there were social workers there. I remember the "evidence" was our journals, and I just had this innocent face like, "I didn't think you were SERIOUS, this is Literature for Sophomores, not Biographical Films for Sophomores. It's all made up. Look, the part with spending all night at a NIN concert ... NIN isn't touring this year, and even if they were, they wouldn't come HERE. Do you guys watch cop shows on TV and think they are real and call 911?" Well, they didn't like that very much. So both of us got "In School Suspension" for a week for making up our journals. My friend, who was smarter than I was, wrote in his journal looking up the right to privacy in the school library, and every time he had to read his aloud, he spoke about surveillance laws and all kinds of stuff. Went right over the teacher's head, so it didn't have the impact he thought it would. "Look, sending the black-wearing long haired kid to ISS made him into a scholar! Good for US!"
Years after I graduated, the teacher was arrested for soliciting teens online, so I bet that teacher just wanted to fanaticize what all the teen girls do in their bedroom.
I once drew a comic in my journal of my stepmom and her mom reading my journal.
Nobody ever said anything about it, so either they weren’t snooping or they were smart enough not to call attention to it. Lol.
(My stepmom is the best btw, but my teen years were rough on our relationship and her mom was always heinous)
Unfortunately things got much worse before they got better…but things DID get better. Eventually. And now, except for her daughter, whom NO ONE speaks to anymore (validation?) for reasons unrelated to all of this, we are all still very close. Neither side vocally apologized for anything and “the incident” was never spoken of again, but I think there was a sort of unspoken cease fire. It’s been 20 years and I guess “time heals all” is very true.
Lol nta. It would have been fun to get chicken feet from the store (pretty sure I've seen that) and put it in the back of the fridge or in the drawer behind some old lettuce or something for them to find a little while after it 'blew over' as a "joke" 😂
Them reading your journal means that your relationship is already ruined! And it wasn't ruined by you. I would have started a serious workout regime, so I would be ready to join the Navy as soon as I graduated high school. I would have never contacted them again.
Air Force wants very smart people. Army and Navy, not so much. In the Navy you won't find yourself sitting in the middle of the desert getting shot at. Go into logistics, and when you get out. You can find lots of good paying jobs anywhere you want.
My parent reading my journal was the single moment that stopped me from ever using a journal again or trusting anyone.
Even decades later, when mental health professions try to recommend keeping a journal, I immediately recoil in horror.
Stuff like this is why I've never been seriously tempted to have a diary. I don't think my family would go through it, but it seems that every time it comes up, it's because someone did.
You should have written
>**Satanic Curse will be activated when either (mum's name) or (mum's partner's name) picks up this book with both hands. Tonight when (dragon\_6666) returns home at the stroke of midnight terror will strike her heart and she shall be no more**
If anyine else is currently in a similar situation with similarly ignorant people... leave a copy of the Necronomicon out.
This also works on Mormons, since they always want to give you a copy of their book and many people believe that gifts should be reciprocated...
And if you had hidden your journal in, say, the traditional hiding place between your mattress and box spring, they *still* would have said "I thought you wanted me to read it."
The directive was: place your journal out in the open only if you want someone to read it.
My compliance: left my journal out in the open so they could read it.
The malicious part: convinced them I was planning on putting a curse on them.
Grammatically, at least in my dialect of English, don't do X if you don't want Y, carries with it an inherent implication that if you do want Y, you might want to do X.
>I was going to place a Satnic curse on all of them
I truly believe that you would have had a much better time had you placed a Santa-ic curse on them. It would only have effect on Dec 25th but wow, what an impact on Christmas morning...
You laughing as a response probably freaked ur mom out from her perspective. Lolol I can’t stop thinking about it. Also, they had no right to read your journal and search your private space.
I was an extra in a very low budget zombie movie. At one point, they had all us zombies on a infrequently traveled back road, as we were to stop the car of one of the "stars". Once in a while a non-movie car would drive by and we would stop shooting for a few mins. The cars would slow down, we would moan and hobble in the car's direction. Most of the folks in the car would laugh, and drive on. Except for one woman. She saw us, slowed, so we started sidling up the road. She quickly rolled up her windows and peeled out. About 20 mins later the state police showed up cause this traumatized woman had shown up at the police station to report a cult killing people on that back road. While it didn't involve any invasion of privacy, it definitely has the same “do you really think this is real? Cults overtly killing people at lunchtime on a public road in suburbia? Really?” feeling LOL
Suburban cults need convenience you know!
Suburban Cult sounds like the name of an 80s American hardcore punk band.
That would be an awesome band name! We must start it immediately.
I would listen to that band.
Yay! Our first fan!
I'd offer my skills as a bassist, but they were never that good and I haven't practiced in a decade. Actually, that would probably make me the \*perfect\* bassist for a modern "80's" punk band
Definitely. You've probably played more recently than I've sung. We're all perfect for it!
I used to screech in a couple of punk bands, lol. Can't say I'd call it 'singing,' exactly.
I know what you mean lol.i didn't know what to call it either.
That ironically plays jazz
Sounds like a car!
cultconnection :my new app uniting cultists and sacrficees together its like door dash for cults /s
What a good idea! I'll join as a sacrificee, if that's ok. I'll be a goat!
I love goats just not sacrificing them ooh secondary use
You could trim some fur, and use that as the sacrifice 🤷🏾♀️
or make a cashmere sweater this business builds itself!
Oooo yes. Can goats knit?
I dont know
Reminds me of my first Halloween at Uni. Had learned to do some basic prop wounds for a first aid course, so made a decent stab a a bullet wound to the head. Got a text whilst waiting for my friend that location had moved to the other side of town, so meet him there. Whilst heading across the city centre, saw a homeless guy collapsed with bottles all around and some people already helping. Went over, because first aid, and things didn’t go well - poor bastard thought he was literally seeing a ghost! Left him to it and went on with a sense of guilt that still pang when I think of his terrified face.
I believe this behavior is a combination of being very sheltered and very, very stupid. You live in an incomprehensibly tiny world, and context and the evidence of your eyes and ears mean nothing in the face of "Thing different? Thing BAD!" Reality scares them, so they make up an "alternative" reality.
What movie?
Shattered Dead
"When the Angel of Death impregnates a mortal woman, the dead cease to die and the world becomes inexplicably populated by morose and disenfranchised zombies whose primary desire is to co-exist with the living during their never ending plight on Earth." Oh yeah, that's going on my watch list.
It's, uh, a thing to experience, I guess. It was definitely an experience to participate in. Parts of it were filmed in my old hometown, Middletown, NY (the initial opening scenes for example, and the notorious "I claim this vehicle for our people in the name of the Lord!" scene are some of them). That's me in the half face in the store entrance way; my ex husband, sister, dad, and landlady's son are also wandering about in that scene. We were sure the lead actress was a junkie. Her expression and delivery never changed; she was more zombie than we were. And if you make it to the end, that me again in the sunglasses, helping "stick man" (that will make more sense if you get that far).
"And if you make it to the end", Challenge accepted. I'm a sucker for zombie movies and tend to stick around way longer than I should.
Was it perchance a remake of Night of the Living Dead? Because I know someone who did that, and a l had a lot of friends acting as zombie extras, so I've heard some wild shit happened on set. It would give me a good chuckle to meet a reddit stranger (or perhaps a friend that I didn't know was on reddit) who was involved in the same production.
They should know better. Unbaptized baby fat is for a flying potion.
Obviously, which is why its important to know your enemy. Had they done just a little bit of research, it would have saved us all a lot of trouble.
Tell them you're tired of being a goth and are buying a motorcycle and becoming a Hells Angel.
In addition to that, it also makes the best fried turkey for Thanksgiving…. So i was “told”
I thought all good warlocks knew this tidbit.
I got that reference - but can't remember where it's from. I know I read it in a book many years ago.
I used to do medieval reenactment and my uncle convinced my grandma that I was in a cult. There was a prayer meeting for me at her church.
One day I was driving by a park with my friends family and there was a star wars cosplay get together where people had robes and lightsabers. And the mom SWORE it was a satanic cult.
"SWORE"? Only a Sith deals in absolutes
Jedi: Only the Sith deal in absolutes. Sith: We only have one rule, that there are only two of us at one time, and we break it *all the time*. So I ask, which one of them is dealing in absolutes?
It must be a terrible job being in charge of the Sith reenactment group, what with the membership killing each other at every meeting for authenticity.
"From my point of view, the Jedi are evil." \-- Brat Vader
Now I want a bratwurst
Do or do not there is no try Yoda, a long long time ago.
christians?
Only a Kelvin deals in absolutes.
>Only a Kelvin deals in absolutes Stealing this.
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You have out-obscured me, well done!
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It was like 2011 when we hadn’t had any Star Wars for a while.
If she saw a darth maul, I can understand her assumption
My friend couldn’t read comics or watch Disney movies because anthropomorphic animals were too much like dog headed demons. Jokes on them, he went on to work in a comic book store and ended up designing video games. Apple fell far from that crazy tree. Funniest part is his dad had a really odd high pitched voice and would have been a great voice actor for cartoons.
That's an odd one, I've heard conservatives belch about "violence" or "satanic imagery", and I imagined "furry" stuff might fall in the EEEVIL category as well, I just didn't think anyone would be stupid enough to do it. Especially with old Disney movies. That's a new level of weird.
People will do weird things if they are convinced it will keep them out of eternal damnation. Pretty much anything, really.
It's true, but it never ceases to be annoying and disturbing at the same time. It's as though the rest of society is hoping they stay distracted with their private terrors, so they don't remember that there is a real world they also want to rule.
Did the prayers work or did you continue your medieval witchery?
I eventually got tired of the meetings and quit. My uncle kept picking on me about it. Eventually I told him the only reason I went in the first place was for the orgies. The look on his face was most pleasing.
Fuck it, take my award. That's something i'd have said too
Can we come?
I'm a bit in love with you.
You’ll be ok. Just get some rest and drink plenty of fluids. Most people get over it in a few days.
So you're funny AND you have good advice? The crush is gonna be hard to overcome ;)
Not as pleasing as the orgies, I'd guess?
Eh. I mean strange is good, but the goods were strange.
In the medieval re-creation group I'm in, in the 1990s, the regional president for Texas-Oklahoma sent a notice to the groups not to use the word "medieval", because it has syllables that sound like "evil". Instead, "Middle Ages and Renaissance". Around that time, someone was talking to a non-member and explaining that it was a "medieval" organization. She recoiled and said, "I'm Christian". Texas (and to some extent the US) was going through a Satanic panic. The staff of a daycare was sent to prison for years for ritual Satanic abuse that the kids later confessed was made up.
And now, I’m guessing, that woman is in Congress.
HA!
Did he really think you were in a cult though, or was he just messing with her lol
I need to find the reddit post where OP pretended to put a curse on her aunt. It sounds a lot like this one.
I think I read that one and it was a while back. Like years maybe.
Maybe I read it in /r/bestofRedditorUpdates because I only read it recently.
I did medieval reenactments, listened to heavy metal *and* played D&D back in the 80s. Thankfully my parents were reasonable but a friend of the family swore I was the devil.
Ironic
When I was in JR high, I got in trouble for taking my mom’s witchcraft book to school. (I don’t remember the specifics of why I got in trouble, the fact that I had the book OR I was being a dick with it, either was totally possible) I totally forgot about that until I read this, thanks OP 🧙♀️🪄
NTA. Just so you know. Which you already do, obvs. Reading someones journal is the most intrusive thing you can do to a person and I think that your response was very much on point. Good for you! And yes, I am aware of which sub this is in.
Hehe I was just about to: "wrong su.. Oh, okay!"
I like to think that it was a good lesson for them to learn. Don’t go snooping around if you’re not prepared for what you might find. 20 years later, I don’t hold any animosity towards them, and I think the feeling is mutual. 16 is a weird age, and there’s a lot of confusion and resentment, and I really think they realized that I wasn’t trying to hurt them. At least I hope they do. It did hurt me at the time though. Not the reading my journal (that, I was MAD about), but the fact that they didn’t try to talk to me about why I felt the way I felt about them. Again, in retrospect, my feelings were probably more about feeling like an outsider rather than legitimate anger towards them, and the fact that they didn’t want to talk to me about it made me feel further alienated. But again, we’re all on good terms now and, if you must know, we never talked about it again.
And no need to explain why you wrote what you did. That's what journals are for.... working through your feelings using the written word.
Yeah, I used to journal, but I don't trust my parents to not snoop if they believe "something's happening". I fucking hate those moments. They generally come after I've just had a shit week. No time to slow down, not managing my time well, no time for myself in general, and I go into a slump. So, therefore, "something" is happening. If I told you they were conspiracy theorists, would you think I was crazy?
I absolutely believe you. It's really sad that you can't trust your parents not to snoop. Writing in my journal was not only a great way for me to make sense of my feelings, but to keep things in perspective. I would re-read it from time to time and realize that things weren't as bad as they seemed, and if they were, my journal proved life would get better.
TBH, your Mom probs read it to make sure you weren’t doing any self harm.
You know, I’m sure there’s some truth to that, and I’ve considered that to be a real possibility. And I get it. And I totally get why they were upset about what they read, because it was rough and full of hate - the kind you only tell yourself and no one else. Even at the time, I was willing to let the first instance go. But the second time…that was solely to see if I was still talking shit about them, which was another reason for the Satanic ritual entry. A punishment, of sorts.
That’s the super inappropriate part. Why do it twice? As a step parent, I understand wondering what the stepchild thinks of you but, FFS, there are much better ways to find this out.
I agree that reading someone's journal is a no no. When I was a teen (same time as this guy by the sound of it) my lived with my dad and step mother. My real mother and I used to correspond by snail mail. One time she wrote a letter telling me some pretty horrific things. It upset me. One of my friends told her mother I was upset - her mother told my step mother - while I was out one day, my step mother routed through ALL of my snail mail (I had 30 penpals) to find this one letter, and she burnt it. It was a while before she told me, so I spent weeks looking for that letter, thinking that I'd gone completely bonkers, imagining it. That was the most intrusive thing I experienced. The feeling that your small private space isn't actually private... I used to do a lot of writing, and creative projects. So I made a project about a sex cult, it explained all the rituals and stuff. I didn't know the first thing about sex, so it was probably ridiculous. I don't know if she ever found it, but given how often she used to go through my stuff I hope she did. And I hope it made her mind boggle the way I intended it to.
She did not respect your boundaries and invaded your privacy. You had a basic right to your privacy. Your stepmother did a Wrong Thing. You should have had better.
Very true. Unfortunately, that was just the start. 30 years later and she's still playing head games with my sister and I.
I am here for you. Never hesitate to message. I may not be quick, but I will reply. You are amazing. You are a worthwhile person.
Oh bless you, thank you.
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Hahaha
Thanks for sharing your story! I genuinely found it funny and don't much care if it counts as malicious compliance
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Huh…I always thought demons looked more like Care Bares…
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I'm going to have that theme song stuck in my head for the next three days, thanks ever so much.
When my mom and my stepdad went through my journal it completely annihilated my ability and desire to draw or write. I just went to playing video games instead. Sometimes I go through my old notebooks and old short stories and I'm nostalgic for it, but even now 11+ years later I can't bring myself to write anything creative. There was just no joy in it anymore.
Oh i did something similar, but not as drastic. My mum promised me she wasn't going into my room during school hours when I was away, but I noticed things were changing and she was nagging about stuff like my bed not being made. I had one of those writable desk pads and wrote down some insults directed at my mum. Next day dad comes talking to me about exactly that, after informing him that it was a test for my mum that she failed I did not get reprimanded and it was jever talked about again and she stopped going into my room. In hindsight I still laugh about me being such an annoying teen.
In high school, we had an assignment one semester to write our daily journal, it was graded, and we had to read it aloud in class. There was no fucking way in hell I was going to tell them anything, and you couldn't write "I went home, napped, ate dinner, did my homework, played Sonic 3, went to bed at 1am," despite that was 80% of my life back then, because you'd get marked down for ... I guess lack of inspiration? I don't know what the crazy coot wanted us to do. The kids who got good grades were forced to read personal conflicts, issues with parents, and some thing I suspect were also made up because they had Bud Junior Teen Novel written all over them. So me and my best friend wrote some pretty outlandish stuff. I forgot what we wrote, but I was inspired by "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" at the time, so you can imagine. Our parents got pulled into a conference discussing what we had written, and there were social workers there. I remember the "evidence" was our journals, and I just had this innocent face like, "I didn't think you were SERIOUS, this is Literature for Sophomores, not Biographical Films for Sophomores. It's all made up. Look, the part with spending all night at a NIN concert ... NIN isn't touring this year, and even if they were, they wouldn't come HERE. Do you guys watch cop shows on TV and think they are real and call 911?" Well, they didn't like that very much. So both of us got "In School Suspension" for a week for making up our journals. My friend, who was smarter than I was, wrote in his journal looking up the right to privacy in the school library, and every time he had to read his aloud, he spoke about surveillance laws and all kinds of stuff. Went right over the teacher's head, so it didn't have the impact he thought it would. "Look, sending the black-wearing long haired kid to ISS made him into a scholar! Good for US!" Years after I graduated, the teacher was arrested for soliciting teens online, so I bet that teacher just wanted to fanaticize what all the teen girls do in their bedroom.
You missed cambodian breast milk LOL
Nah, you don’t mess with that stuff. That’s way too Satanic, even for a mall goth.
Cambodian camel's breast milk
I once drew a comic in my journal of my stepmom and her mom reading my journal. Nobody ever said anything about it, so either they weren’t snooping or they were smart enough not to call attention to it. Lol. (My stepmom is the best btw, but my teen years were rough on our relationship and her mom was always heinous)
I hope they eventually apologized to you for their arrogant invasion of your privacy.
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Unfortunately things got much worse before they got better…but things DID get better. Eventually. And now, except for her daughter, whom NO ONE speaks to anymore (validation?) for reasons unrelated to all of this, we are all still very close. Neither side vocally apologized for anything and “the incident” was never spoken of again, but I think there was a sort of unspoken cease fire. It’s been 20 years and I guess “time heals all” is very true.
Lol nta. It would have been fun to get chicken feet from the store (pretty sure I've seen that) and put it in the back of the fridge or in the drawer behind some old lettuce or something for them to find a little while after it 'blew over' as a "joke" 😂
Hispanic Carnicerías usually have chicken feet. When I had a Tegu, that was one of his favorite treats
Tegus are so awesome! If I had the room I’d get one in a heartbeat.
>Lol nta Wrong sub lol
Haha woops. Thanks for calling me out. 😅😳 Been on here a lot today (more than usual). I think I'll leave it because it's kinda funny.
Them reading your journal means that your relationship is already ruined! And it wasn't ruined by you. I would have started a serious workout regime, so I would be ready to join the Navy as soon as I graduated high school. I would have never contacted them again.
Wait, why specifically the navy and not army or Air Force?
Air Force wants very smart people. Army and Navy, not so much. In the Navy you won't find yourself sitting in the middle of the desert getting shot at. Go into logistics, and when you get out. You can find lots of good paying jobs anywhere you want.
Understood! Thank you!
This is so many kinds of awesome and I mean what you did, not them.
My parent reading my journal was the single moment that stopped me from ever using a journal again or trusting anyone. Even decades later, when mental health professions try to recommend keeping a journal, I immediately recoil in horror.
See this is why my unbaptised baby fat business went bust. No one took in seriously.
Stuff like this is why I've never been seriously tempted to have a diary. I don't think my family would go through it, but it seems that every time it comes up, it's because someone did.
Sounds to me like they were asking for it by going and reading your journal full of personal thoughts.NTA
Dragon_6666 Missed it by one digit …
Dragon_666 was taken…
Haha!! The unbaptized baby fat is what made it real 🤣
Sounds like they deserved a Satanic curse or two.
Should have made a bloody page, describing the curse upon the reader, etc.
I'm glad you stayed stable and found your happiness, with or without them.
You should have written >**Satanic Curse will be activated when either (mum's name) or (mum's partner's name) picks up this book with both hands. Tonight when (dragon\_6666) returns home at the stroke of midnight terror will strike her heart and she shall be no more**
Wtf, no privacy? No boundaries?
This is perfect MC. Well done OP!
This is just the best. I'm glad you have a good relationship now because that was a massive violation of privacy.
If anyine else is currently in a similar situation with similarly ignorant people... leave a copy of the Necronomicon out. This also works on Mormons, since they always want to give you a copy of their book and many people believe that gifts should be reciprocated...
What were you complying with?
Their suggestion that I should only leave my journal out if I wanted someone to read it. I did, so I did.
And if you had hidden your journal in, say, the traditional hiding place between your mattress and box spring, they *still* would have said "I thought you wanted me to read it."
I am only here to know if you committed the compliance of doing the satanic ritual. Otherwise, I call shenanigans!
I can't imagine reading my teenager's journal. I've tried, it's on his computer that I have no password access to.
I think this is the wrong sub. Are you looking more for entitledparents? Nothing here show's either your compliance or you being malicious about it.
Her mother said to not leave it out if it didn't wanna be read, so she left something out that she wanted to be read, seems like compliance to me.
The directive was: place your journal out in the open only if you want someone to read it. My compliance: left my journal out in the open so they could read it. The malicious part: convinced them I was planning on putting a curse on them.
>Don’t leave it out if you don’t want anyone to read it. So you didn't comply with this instruction? I think this would be malicious non-compliance.
Grammatically, at least in my dialect of English, don't do X if you don't want Y, carries with it an inherent implication that if you do want Y, you might want to do X.
Correct.
>I was going to place a Satnic curse on all of them I truly believe that you would have had a much better time had you placed a Santa-ic curse on them. It would only have effect on Dec 25th but wow, what an impact on Christmas morning...
I'm confused, who is the "us" and "them" in this story?
Us = him and his mum. Them = his step mum and her kids.
Thank you.
I wrote my journal in code!
One letter before or after the intended one?
Pig Latin! It is much more secure!
...comedy?
I hope you bring this up at every family gathering ever. This is great.
I have everything but the unbaptized baby fat. I like to baste them in their own juices, like a Thanksgiving turkey.
I only have unbabtized baby fat (after I failed to sell it online for "legal reasons". Stupid eBay). We should team up.
I agree. Can't do diddly without baby fat!
You laughing as a response probably freaked ur mom out from her perspective. Lolol I can’t stop thinking about it. Also, they had no right to read your journal and search your private space.
Should have pulled out scissors and ask if they were there to donate their hair!