I Knew Better

I'm going to briefly share three stories about trust.
They will most likely make no sense to you.

The first will explain why I hate sharing. 

The second will explain why I hate group projects. 

The third will recount the time that I tried to fix these things . . . when I shouldn't have.

Sporty Spice

Lightening Press break room. Some girl wants to play with my barbies.
Mommy says I have to share.
Me: "Fine." Give her David Beckham's wife.
Girl: "Off with her head."
Doll breaks. I cry. WHAT THE HECK I'M NEVER SHARING EVER AGAIN.

Another day. Another opportunity to share with someone.
Remembers last experience BUT Mommy says I have to share.
Me: "HELL NO." Everyone says I'm mean because I don't share.

It's like touching a stove, getting burned, and people thinking you're a chicken because you're not up to touch the stove with them. Nobody understands.

History Games

Seventh grade history. Group project to create a board game.
Nobody has any plan or does anything.
I do entire project alone.
They still get credit.
WHAT THE HECK I'M NEVER DOING A GROUP PROJECT EVER AGAIN.

What are you, stupid?

{red-eye flashes twice}

Class. Group essays.
Teacher grades first draft.
Based on previous experience, I know to do the majority of the writing, but everyone contributes.
Time for revisions.
Group member VOLUNTEERS to revise.
I let my guard down and decide to be NICE.
He revises. I trust him... apparently too much.
He sends the EXACT SAME PAPER WITH NO REVISIONS.
Can I die? Who the...? What the...?
WHY THE HELL WOULD SOMEONE DO THAT?
As if they think nobody will notice.
This is a grown man. Far older than me.
Yet I'm either less lazy or just plain smarter than him.

WHAT THE HECK I'M NEVER GOING TO TRY AND CHANGE MY WAYS AGAIN...
Story One and Two happened to teach me a lesson and prevent shit like Story Three.

I'm too angry to write full sentences let alone make pretty colors.

I feel Grrrrrrrr

Here is a shaved bear: