We all have that breaking point where we full-on snap. Sometimes it's caused by a bully who tried it one too many times, a frenemy who crossed the line, or a work situation that drained the final drop of our patience.
Whatever the trigger, even the nicest among us has to throw patience to the wind and get some good old revenge every now and then. And hoo boy, does it feel good.
In a popular Reddit thread, people shared stories of snapping and doing something "bad."
I threw a girl's phone, who bullied my friend, out of a ferris wheel after she asked me to hold it to take a selfie (my arms are long). She said my friend couldn't be in it because she was ugly. It felt really good.
I’ve followed the rules 100% that were laid out by my parents until I hit 18 and wanted to hang out with a group of friends. Thing is there needs to be adult supervision at all times when I go over to a friend’s house. I got fed up, some of these people I’ve known for four years, and went anyway even though the hosting party’s parents were not home. And nothing bad happened; all we did was play dungeons and dragons for five hours.
Someone smashed the pumpkin I had on my front porch for Halloween. I was so mad that night I took an old purse and sh*t in it. I then put it on the same step my pumpkin was, then hid in my room and watched out the window. I don't know if it was the same kid that smashed my pumpkin that later tried to steal the purse but the happiness I took from that moment of a kid reaching his hand in the purse while he was walking away to steal the money more than made up for the anger of a smashed pumpkin.
Me ex's friend would always hit me and kick me and I couldn't hit her back, so one day at a Freshman dance, she hit me with the spike of her high heels, and I grabbed it out of her hand and threw it to the far end of the cafeteria....f*ck you Mckayla.
I was a teen and found $1000 in an ATM. This was one of those ATMs that had a place where the money would drop to. This was the early 90s - I don't think they just drop it anymore - they all retract back into the machine if you don't take it. But during this time, that technology didn't exist.
I went to the bank to return the money. I was sick of this bank (I was an American expat in Singapore who needed a bank account, long boring story, but wanted to explain why a teen hated a bank). Anyway, I had to always wait in line, never enough tellers, people were pretty rude, etc. This bank sucked.
After waiting for 15 minutes, with one teller and the line still 10 deep, I said to myself, "F*ck it, I came to return this money, I tried to be honest, but they are making it impossible for me."
I went and bought a stereo. It was alright.
When I was a teen I had a boyfriend. He was older, I then thought it was cool, but it really was just creepy.
I was super loyal to him, and he gaslighted me constantly, manipulated and lied to me. We had mutual friends and they sent me some pictures of him cheating with other girls at a party he lied about attending.
I arranged a meet-up at my place. Pretended all was fine. He lived quite far away, so he traveled for hours to meet me. As soon as he arrived at my doorstep, I curtly confronted him about his lies, broke up with him and sent him on his looong way back home. Took less than 5 minutes total.
Never treated anyone like that before or after. It was glorious.
I used to work in retail. One night a customer asked me when a jacket would be discounted. I told her that I couldn't say for sure because we weren't told when certain items would be reduced in price. She called me a dumb b*tch and an idiot and asked me to put it on hold for 24 hours in case it got discounted over night . I think it's also worth noting that she claimed to be an Instagram Influencer with over 5000 followers and she said she lose "deals" is she didn't get the jacket. Also she was racist toward the store's security guard, who happens to be one of the kindest people I've eve met.
I put the jacket aside for her but not before doing a system search and finding out that there were only three left in this size in the entire country (as you may have guessed from my username I live in New Zealand, so not a particularly big country).
Fast forward 24 hours and she hasn't come to pick up the jacket so even though it was a few sizes too big I brought it ( I saw her doing a Karen and demanding to speak to the manager as I was going through the self check out). Once I got to the car went online and bought the other jacket before driving to the other side of town and buying the third and last one in the country (it was near the end of the season so chances are there weren't going to be any more).
The whole thing cost more money than I would've liked, but I stopped a Karen from getting her way for once so I don't regret it.
Didn’t get along with an old roommate because she moved her boyfriend and dog in. She was generally very messy. He didn’t pay rent and her dog was a liquid shit machine. Her dog ruined my lovesac and soaked it with piss and sh*t.
I asked her to repay me for it and have her boyfriend leave and instead of repaying me she stole items I kept in all common rooms to spite me. Snitched to my landlord and got her evicted. Also pissed in her shampoo bottle.
Middle school. New kid named...Kyle was already bugging everyone. Oh, and some background. He was from Kentucky and he gotten expelled from 5 schools. He was known for being really rude, especially to the girls/ women. He was saying stuff like “women should be in the kitchen” and all that. But that wasn’t it.
He would bully everyone, think he was all the shit, etc. The day after he arrived he kept looking at my test for answers. He literally was crazy. He was whispering “I know you’re covering it. I’m just trying to torture you.” I don’t know what he had said but I snapped. I turned and slapped him on the face. It’s a bit of a blur but here’s what I recall was A LOT of yelling and cussing.
“YOU F*CKING ANNOYING PIECE OF SH*T. NO ONE HERE CARES ABOUT YOU. YOU ARE A WORTHLESS ANNOYING BRAT WHO SHOULD GO BACK TO YOUR LITTLE A*S FARM IN KENTUCKY!”
He shut up and I got suspended. However after I told my dad he wasn’t mad. He was proud? He said he didn’t like my language and seemed pretty mad but said that he was glad I stood up for myself. Kinda mixed messages.
At least I got him to shut up for the rest of the year and was known as the “cool kid” for a week.
Mom's doctor called me when he couldn't reach her. She had appendicitis and needed to go to hospital (it ended up being gangrenous and she had two infections). I drove like those as*holes in BMWs to get to her house where she was sleeping and not looking great.
I wasn't proud of it, it's illegal, but I would do it again.
Just as a note I didn't do anything dangerous. I sped in open lanes and used bus lanes, overtook etc. Nothing to risk anyone else or myself. Wasn't Tokyo drift or something.
I got bullied a lot in high school. In particular my maths class, because I'm simply weak with numbers so I was in the lowest capability class with mostly kids who just didn't want to try because it wasn't cool.
Whenever we used calculators, our saint of a teacher would get a huge box of them out and we'd go up to the front and grab one. We were supposed to put them back at the end as we were leaving, but most of them just gave their calculators to me to put back as opposed to taking 3 extra steps to do it.
I've just finished doing my unofficial job as Keeper of Calculators and I'm grabbing my bag to leave. This guy comes back in and says "forgot this, put it back OP", handing me his calculator. No please. Not even 5 seconds of eye contact. Just the order and assumption.
Something in me broke and I picked it up and heaved it at the guys head. It hits mid chest. This was coupled with a firm and simple "no" in a raised voice. I then realize what I've done and sheepishly turn to my saint of a teacher.
This man has watched this class bully me for a long time now. Watched me not respond to it. Let me sit in the back with headphones in as long as the work's done so I can try and improve my damn grade in peace.
This angel of a teacher looks at me, and in one fluid motion winks, and tilts his head at the door telling me to get gone before sh*t errupts. He knows I don't throw things at people and probably never would again.
I never did. I kept putting the calculators away at the end though.
After two years of working somewhere and getting treated like sh*t, I didn't get a permanent contract and called in sick on my last day, because I hated that job. I had only called in sick once before for one day. After that they still said I had to come to work, so I just said sure I'll come and just didn't show up. That day off felt really good.
I broke the leg of my bully by repeatedly banging a door into it after he fell in the door-frame while running away from me.
I’m bullied a bit and usually it’s humble bumble ignore they go away except they don’t so you just keep ignoring well one time I said fuck it and threw a stink bomb in on of the guys locker in P.E. Then taped the vents in the locker so it didn’t stink up the whole place felt really good seeing him open the locker and damn near faint.
My sims on the Sims 3 are gay and happily married, caught one of them trying to date a female...well, I locked them in a room and set it on fire. All because he cheated on his husband.
Where I live a religious cult is allowed to load a van with speakers and go about town spreading music and their message. obviously it's a nightmare, so one time while smoking in my balcony I threw my glass tea cup (full of discarded cigarettes) at the truck. It hit the van and there was some shouting s o I quickly hid and scurried back inside. I think they came around the building knocking on some doors but nothing else happened.
It felt good to finally take a shot at those crazy mofos.
Working minimum wage in a supermarket, I was broke, and I hit bad times. Boss hated most of his employees and treated them like they weren't worth anything. Up to that point I was a pretty decent employee. But at one point I figured, f*ck this and I started stealing from the store (snacks, fruits etc..) I later realized that I wasn't the only one. A lot of people didn't care anymore either and were doing as bad as I was. I don't work there anymore. But I never got caught. Some did though and got fired immediately.
A guy I worked with at a Mexican restaurant was trans and still in high school.
He wore a tux to prom and took his girlfriend as his date, like every other guy did, and got bullied for it. Ruined the dudes night.
One night a group of guys came in to eat and my coworker told me they were the ones bullying him the worst.
I took their table and secretly rubbed my sweaty waiter nuts all over their tortillas.
It’s the only time I have ever tampered with food but they deserve worse, honestly.
You only get one senior prom and my friend had his destroyed by a*sholes who couldn’t just mind their own business.
In high school, my friends and I would hang out over by the bleachers of one of the baseball fields, pretty far from the quad and most of the other kids. We were sitting in a circle on the grass just talking, and some freshmen we didn't know started chasing each other around and almost kicked our stuff a few times.
My friend said nicely "hey, can you please be careful?" and one of the kids sneered at her and said "why? Like your fat a*s could catch me." (She was a bigger girl).
Before I even processed my own reaction, I immediately stood up and sucker punched him in the side of the head. He dropped like a sack of potatoes and started yelling. He ran over to his other friends, one of whom was apparently his older brother, trying to get them to come beat me up. But the brother just shrugged and said "you were being a dick, you deserved it."
My friend was grateful for "defending her honor" and the kid I punched never bothered us again.
I was bumming around a college campus one summer and super broke at the time. My friends had the idea to go steal food from the cafeteria, so on we went. The plan was to go to the sandwich line, get a paper bag off the counter, then fill it up and leave. I get the paper bag, walk over to Chik-fil-a and proceed to grab a couple 12 counts and a bottled drink. As I make for the exit, this old woman stops me to ask if I’m going to pay for that food. I set the bag down, and start brisk-fully walking away...I seriously underestimated the speed of this old woman, as I turn my head over my shoulder to look, she grabs my arm and pulls me into this office room.
This was the security office. I’m forced to sit in a chair and talk with the security officer. He says to me, “The first thing we are going to do is call the police.” I try to say I’m sorry and that it won’t happen again. He lifts the phone from the receiver and dials the number. In a brief moment of perhaps the most bada*sery I will ever achieve, I stand up and say, “That's not happening.” I press end call call on the receiver and break for the door. Another man from the room tries to stop me and I break free. I am now running full speed ahead towards the woman who originally apprehended me. She squats back like an all American lineman, and I “Bobby Bouchea’d” her into the door and she shrieked. I took off down the hall and ran four miles back to my friends apartment, got there and puked from the adrenaline. Luckily the homies split up what they got with me and I was left with the story I am telling here today.