Funny? Sad? Well this next one is funny to me, but let's see if it is to you guys.
-So it all started when I wanted to go the toilet. ...Lol. I was about 13 years old in middle school, and I asked for permission to, y'know, go there. I ran a fast as I could because I couldn't hold it anymore, and as it happens...
...The toilets were locked.
To this day I still have no idea how the heck that happened and why now of all moments, because I was literally on the brink of peeing myself. So I decided "screw this", ran to a pack of abandoned grass next to the toilet and boom, problem solved. ...Or so I thought.
-Y'see, what I didn't realize was that behind me was the pupil consultant's room, as were as numerous classrooms at ground level. And they had seen the whole thing - that would make about 80 people. It wouldn't be a problem if I didn't had to put my pants down on the ground because the belt was too tight, thus exposing my entire lower body to the crowd without noticing.
Hold on! It gets better.
-So obviously I was sent to the pupil consultant's place to explain myself - there really wasn't much to explain, it's not like I was peeing on a wall or something, and well the toilets were locked - but the real problem went when uh, the entire school learned about it because that's how mean-spirited society is with these events, and the next day I was in everyone's lign of mocking fire. I was used to these things by that point, so that was mostly fine.
-And then a random kid started spamming me with racist jokes + toilet jokes all at once, so I snapped. Took that idiot, lifted him off the ground and threw him on a metallic door nearby before walking to my class. I didn't turn back, but the delicious noise of his body violently making close contact with metal was uh, enjoyable, to say the least - don't judge me too hard, I was angry.
-Then, as I had calmly expected, someone from the pupil consultant's room came into the class and asked me to come with him, as the dumb kid had made the mistake of telling them what I had done to him. Little did he know, I had come prepared.
-So, this is where being a drama queen is useful, because I proceeded to explain in details every single insult he had thrown at me the past month - yes, month, that kid was reeeeeeeeally pushing it - and what they meant to me, which pushed him into a corner instead of the other way around. Funniest part being: he got punished, and I was freed to go. He, of course, attempted to insult me again an hour after this event, but well, only from afar. Because now, well, answering toilet jokes with door jokes was easy feat, MUHAHAHAHAHAHA.
And there we go! That's one story. I have many others, but it's one I like to share when asked mostly because it's a perfect example of what my life is like. A FREAKIN' CARTOON I DID NOT ASK TO BE THE MAIN CHARACTER OF. ...But strangely fun, because well, I like cartoons