When I was in middle school, my friend and I were crossing the street (not at the lights, there was a route everyone from our school went that led to the mall) and I didn't notice one of my shoelaces was untied, so, I ended up tripping over it as we ran across the street to beat the cars that were coming. A cop car stopped right by my head. I remember looking to my right and just seeing a huge tire like an inch from my face. He didn't do anything as I got up and continued across the road, he knew I learned my fucking lesson.
In high school (which was right next to my middle school, so, we were all still hanging at that same mall), Wal-Mart was newish at the time, and, I found a Backstreet Boys calendar that was taken out of the plastic and was just lying there on the shelf. I rolled it in my hand and walked right by the greeter with it. He obviously didn't ask about it since it was unwrapped. This was in the days before metal detectors and shit. Stealing was so much easier.
My friend and I were skipping school (high school) and I felt a tap on my shoulder, turned around, it was my dad. I had to go back to school with him to the principal's office.
I am super sensitive around animals. Not a lot of things on this planet make me emotional, but, animals do. It was my dream to work in any kind of animal field. I went to college for animal care, but, my level of emotion fucked me over. That sounds hella weak, but, it's just that intense. I can't be in environments where animals are sick and dying, I just can't do it. I can't hold myself together.
Basically, I am a fucking cunt until animals are involved.