An account of New Years Eve - I pick on people bigger, but younger than me. (418 hits)
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Submitted by Cicciro <tommyr786.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2004-01-20 02:00:30 EST
I was New Years Eve. I was (still am) 18 at the time. Nothing was happening, so I decide to go with my girlfriend to the church lock-in. For those of you who do not know, a lock-in occurs on major party nights to keep the good Christian children safe from the Satanists who party hardy all night. It can also be a time of fun.
At first I found it boring. I took myself away from the party and into the dark brooding halls of the sanctuary. There were no lights on and the noise from the other room had yet to penetrate the walls. It was peaceful, as a sanctuary should be. I sat down behind the pulpit and projected my voice to the heavens. I've always been one to go off and sing somewhere, I find it enjoyable and it happens to be what I am best at.
I leave and come back many times. Sometimes my girlfriend would join me. We were two of the six seniors there that night. Someone had invited a few of the middle school children when this supposed to be a high school lock-in. I don't want to say it, but alas: I cannot believe I was ever that annoying. Running around thinking I was on top of the world, enjoying every minute of it and shouting out petty insults at the slip of the tongue. I refuse to believe it, but looking back, I know I was not much better.
She became tired, we headed towards a couch and she began to rest. She was cold and there were no blankets to warm her. I offered her my jacket as a temporary, and I found some quilts but they contained people hiding in the Sardines game. She would understand. I sit at her head and she rests her head on my outer left thigh. A friend of ours sits across from us. One of the overseers who was a rather large man and probably got nothing from his wife anymore, told her to move. He continued to repeat that it was improper. I had it in my right mind to tell him to go watch the other children, but I refrained. The man was as annoying as a nit for he pestered us quite a few times. We didn't kiss in front of him, but somehow holding a hand or resting on someone was evil. I'm a Christian, and I think as long as they are not performing sex acts in public than it is fine and sometimes nice to watch as you see two people in love. It makes you happy, whereas he enraged me.
The Italian Job was watched and enjoyed, but that was the end of the main events for the night. We wandered off to the nursery; all of the seniors did eventually. It was the only warm room in the church and no one bugged us, or so I thought.
Eighth graders began to run through the room. Pouring in at first, second and third, but at fourth there was a stray. He was taller than me, but I had the experience of annoying. Previously I had blown up a latex glove that I now held in my right hand. He began to enter the room and I stopped him. He questions what I am doing. I told him to take another route through and that I was sick of all these pesky children ruining the fun of the nursery. No more would I have this insolence, but I was still only joking with the boy.
He asks me why I will not let him pass. I respond with the usually authoritative 'because'. He tells me I need a reason. I respond again with, "What am I, your mother?" My right hand takes over and begins to smack him repeatedly with the latex glove. I had lost all control, as my hand wailing on the poor child with naught but a glove of synthetic material. I have begun to conquer; I will not be defeated. He shoves me back, and I take his body and move him until he is slammed against the wall. I move back a bit to give him some room but I trip over a toddler's toy. I do not fall, but my steps waver. I give him enough leeway to make it to the bathroom door. I shove him in, asking if he needed to use the little boy's room. I shut the door behind him and walk away. He comes out and runs up and shoves me with a look of great rage in his eyes, while the other seniors in the room and I cannot stop laughing. He turns and runs to the door of his originally intended departure. He turns once more and yells, "Haha you were too slow." The final straw he has committed. I charge after him with the speed of biogenetically enhanced stallions.
Out in the main hall I throw him to the ground, mount him like a two-dollar whore and insert my thumb harshly into the gap between his lips and his nose, he yelps in pain. I get off and laugh in hysterics all the way back to the nursery (probably where I belong, but I was bored). Someone leaves the nursery and when the come back, they begin to tell their tale of the boy in the hall who pulled her aside and talked to her about what I had done. I acknowledge this child's need for a hug. I walk out and stare him in the eye as my feet move ever closer. He looks terrified but tries his best to hold it back in front of the two girls he was with and some other boy. I arrive at his feet, bend at the waist and hug the child. When I got back up I bent at the knee, looked him in the eye, grabbed him by the triceps as any good father figure would as he told his son some encouraging words and said, "Son, you just need to learn to take a joke. You're almost to manhood now and if you act like this you will never have any friends or a girl to love and take care of you. They will be so annoyed by your attitude of complaining and not doing anything about it they will leave you. So out of respect and love for you, I tell you, let it be."
I doubt he took in anything I had said that night. The poor boy shouted insults at me like, "Give me another hug." Obviously he is in his prime of wit. He'll learn though, I'm sure he will. When he's at the bottom, he will remember my great words of wisdom.
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Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2004-01-22 05:24:35 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
You are 18 and you spent New Years Eve in church??
Jebus.
Submitted by vergedor (user info) at 2004-01-20 12:31:44 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
You would make a good satanist.
Submitted by Ducky (user info) at 2004-01-20 04:26:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Mixed feelings on this post, but "biogenetically enhanced stallions"...hahaha.
Submitted by chipolatte (user info) at 2004-01-20 02:57:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm glad I'm not in middle school.