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applecherry108 · 1 year

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I’ve been wounded by a tiktok. Well, I’ve had wound reopened but a tiktok.

Basically, a critique of a family prank video in which a husband pretends he’s destroyed his wife’s possessions, but not really. And the critique boils down to “Your panic and distress should never be the punchline to any joke or prank ever.”

When I was in college, my first year, pokemon soul silver came out. And I loved that game. I spent over 100 hours on it the first month alone and was deeply attached to my team.

I found out the following year, that one guy in the friend group had been planning, colluding with my other friends, to get a reset copy of the game and switch it out with my copy so I’d think all my data had been erased.

The entire friend group knew.

And only a single one of them stopped and said “hey, that’s fucked up actually.”

So this guy didn’t go through with it.

And I found out about his plan, while I was dating him my second year. At the dinner table. With the rest of the friend group. Who admitted that yeah, that almost happened and they were just going to go along with it.

I was fucking shocked and devastated just hearing what almost happened. This was over 10 years ago and I’m still traumatized by the thought of it.

What I hate most though, was that even after hearing this fucked up plan that would’ve fully sent me into a meltdown during finals week, I still kept dating that guy for nearly a year. I still kept all those friends who would’ve betrayed me throughout the rest of college.

And maybe part of me wishes they had gone through with it, just so I could’ve cut all those assholes out of my life way sooner, because that guy was still abusive and cruel. He didn’t change. My friends were still heartless and careless with me, and none of them even attempted to keep in touch after graduation.

My distress is not a fucking punchline, and the fact that every single friend I had in college except one was complicit in making it the punchline, is a scar that I don’t think will ever heal.

#that shithead purposefully upset me repeatedly and it wasn’t even until after I dumped him that his ex clarified #that he gets off to upsetting his girlfriends. like.#had I known I was autistic a decade ago…#I made the mistake of keep giving everyone the benefit of the doubt bc surely no one is that cruel. surely my FRIENDS aren’t that terrible.#but they are. they were. and at 32 my mom still recounts how basically every friend I’ve ever had has treated me terribly despite me bending #over backwards for them.#it’s no wonder I spend so much time online. ever since like 2004 probably.#the only nice people I’ve known have all been online bc shocker!#we’re all queer and neurodivergent and it’s infinitely easier for us to communicate through writing than talking #shithead McFuckFace apparently said a lot of fucked up shit about me before and while we were dating.#that the rest of our friends just. never bothered to tell me about.#anyways. I’ve been angry and overstimulated all day and now I have a horrible headache #love being retraumatized over and over by the same fuc #fucking things. 🙃 definitely makes my current situation so much easier. 🙃🙃#definitely does not make me wanna yeetus deletus myself from fucking existence. 🙃🙃🙃#and I just gave my cats their flea meds so I can’t snuggle with them fuckkkkk my emotional support kittens why u gotta have fleassss 😭😭😭#apple talks #to the tune of spam

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