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Anonymous A started this discussion 15 years ago#1,815
I know I have. I'll tell you a story all about my urge to shout.
This was a few years ago, when I was still living with my mom and dad. I was sat in the kitchen, watching a movie on my laptop. Movie was Meet the Fockers, and it was a laugh riot, I tell you. I was watching the point when the bed opened up into a command center, and I realised that my usual lazer-focus mind wasn't lazer-focusing. I analyzed my behavior and realized that I really wanted to holler like an ape. So I thought 'fuck it, I'm alone anyway' and began screaming. There were 'OOO-OOO-OOO's and 'BRAGAWAGAWAGAWAGA's and 'NEURRRRRMURRRRDERRRRRRRHURRRR's. After a few minutes of this, I decided that that was enough for the time being, and went back to my film. However, I glanced up just before hitting space, and saw the hottest piece of ass that you ever saw was standing in the door laughing her ass off at me. She shouted 'Hey [anon's sister], your brother is a fucking retard! Am I safe here?'. I could feel the blood rushing to my head, and I just stood up and ran out of the room trying not to cry. I can still hear her cruel laughs now, MC. I can still hear them.
What's worse is that my family still won't talk to me out of shame and I later found out that the girl's dad was captain of the foozball assosiation, so I got kicked out of that. Now I'm a homeless bum who stole a laptop and is currently bribing a McDonald's employee to overlook the fact that I sleep in the bathroom.
So remember - if you ever feel the need to just shout, bottle it up and don't make waves.
Anonymous F joined in and replied with this 13 years ago, 2 years later, 2 years after the original post[^][v]#451,155
Bump.
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 13 years ago, 5 minutes later, 2 years after the original post[^][v]#451,162
Let me tell you guys, my shouting days have come on leaps and bounds since my first foray into hollering like a wild ape-man. Looking back, it's almost laughable how I was so embarrassed I fled by the mockery. I realized later on that you gotta be who you gotta be, and no amount of hiding yourself from the world cam make you anything other than who you already are.
So nowadays, people call me "Screamer". I love to make people jump, shocked, appalled by my vocal leavings. There's nothing as satisfying as walking into a library, sliding up to a small man in spectacles and standing at his shoulder until he looks at you in impatience and you just yell the house down directly in his stupid little face. As well as this, I've found a life partner who also enjoys yelling, though mostly at me for yelling. I've considered seeing doctors in the past, but frankly I just love the feeling of a raw throat after a good night of yelling things. I've lost count of the number of times the police have been called!