In high school, there was a guy who banned me from his discord server for no reason. A few months back I get a linkedin request to connect from him. Fuck no.

FUCK YOU ALAN

I live rurally, and in my hometown, there was a guy who just never liked me in school. I was a different person then, shy and a bit sensitive, I guess. He was just a prick—I never felt intimidated by him, but he clearly thought he had higher social status than me.

Anyway, fast forward about 30 years, and I’m back in my hometown, married with kids. I spent over a decade away and studied, traveled, and worked all over the world. I’m now socially fairly confident and get along pretty well with most folk. I’ve met a lot of local people a bit younger and got along well with them at social gatherings. And yet, this prick still either blanks me or, at least once or twice, has drunkenly tried to insult me publicly. I’ve laughed it off, but I strongly dislike the dude and hate that he acts superior, as I know he’s judging me for who I was, not who I am.

So yeah, I rarely see him, and if it wasn’t for the fact that I live in a smallish town, it would be no problem. I guess it just annoys me.

Nah, I have enough problems.

However, one of my former classmates and former friend, has fallen completely off the deep end.

She has been to prison for stalking, harassing and making other people’s lives hell.

Aparantly bith her mom and dad helped and supported her with her actions.

There is a long thread about her specifically on the infamous Swedish forum Flashback, this thread documents her escapades which includes, screaming at neighbors, making threatening gestures toward people, seemingly trying to run down people with her car, extremely excessive texting, general obsessive behavior, screaming at homes and offices and more.

She was evicted from her apartment for making her neighbor’s lives hell, so she moved into her mom’s apartment, in the same area, and they have been evicted as well.

Her dad is dead, but used to help/support her in her actions.

I don’t particularly want to risk meeting this person as I don’t want her to latch on to me.

No, I won’t link to the thread.

No and I don’t want one.

I have people I don’t want to work with, but I don’t wish them anything worse than not having me in their life.

There was this guy that I thought was my friend. Whenever I felt down or had pretty bad thoughts, he assured me that was normal. I get that sometimes it helps, but he also never let me take things for granted, and even made me question genuinely positive things. He ended up ruining both of my major relationships and led me from a decently paying job (that I kind of enjoyed) to working a minimum wage job that ranges from decent to awful. He prevented me from enjoying things in life that I can never go back to experience ever again. I can’t say we’re besties anymore. That guy? That’s me.

Oh dear. Had this friend, J. She was an artist and taught classes for kids. My kid started her class when J and I were already friend.
A few months later we were supposed to co-host a big New Year’s Eve party for a bunch of our friends. J was moving, had job troubles, she bailed on the party the week before–didn’t help, didn’t even come. I was annoyed but I could understand.
In the same time period my kid decides she won’t re-enroll on J’s class because… well, because she’s 7 and she got bored. I try calling J to let her know. 15 times as I recall it, let’s say 7 times because I may be wrong. She doesn’t return my calls. I have other things in my mind and eventually forgets about it.
Two weeks later, first art lesson of the new year, Kid doesn’t go. Two minutes after the lesson ends, J is calling me screaming that I forbade Kid to come back because I was angry about the misses New Year’s Eve party.
Nothing I said could convince her otherwise, and my numerous “I should have told you, I tried to, I called you 10+ times and you never called me back, and then it was the holidays and it slipped my mind” could have been in Ancient Greek for all the good they did.
It’s been 4 years. Small town. To this day she crosses the road to avoid me. She’s telling people I’m a terrible mother and person.

You! I hate youuu grrrrrr

joined a start up. making bank, but the ceo is wicked. constantly saying people don’t work hard enough in front of others.

My grandiose narcissistic boss… waiting for this f*cker to get retired.

Then I gonna open the most expensive bottle of champagne I can afford to buy!

My ex wife.

I am a domestic abuse survivor. For almost 15 years I was subjected to all manner of verbal, emotional, physical, and sexual abuse. Like most domestic violence victims I had difficulty breaking away, for the usual reasons that I’m not going to get into. I eventually had a psychotic break, which she used to portray herself as the hero and the victim in the family, effectively destroying my reputation and many of my relationships with my friends and family.

I’ve since built a new life that I’m pretty darn happy with, but if I were to ever see her in person again, I would attack her without hesitation. When she dies, I hope she is in agony, terrified, and alone.

I am my own worst enemy.

My old manager from 15 years ago, she tried several times to get me sacked, because she absolutely hated me for a reason I never found out. The company started to struggle so I was the first one to be made redundant because of her. A few weeks later I am working somewhere else in the same town, my new manager comes up to me and asks who the hell (my old manager) was? I asked how they knew her and apparently she had been phoning up trying to bad mouth me to get me sacked! Massively upset me how someone could hate me so much and I never found out why

I did about 10 years ago. I was working as the entire marketing department for an Oil & Gas services company and I could not stand the owner’s son. At first we were friendly. He and I both struggled with mental illness and sort of bonded over being a little weird (I much more than him).

The problems didn’t start until he came back from a voluntary stay at a mental health facility determined to prove himself to his father. He took over my department (which was just me) and started making big sweeping changes to how I was supposed to work. He had a degree in business management and his only experience in marketing was that he was the CEO’s son.

We started clashing and arguing over every little thing and the more we quarreled the more involved he got. One day I was gchatting on my work computer with my SO at the time and expressed my frustration about the situation. Later that day he came by my desk to watch me work on a piece of collateral and saw that chat which I had forgotten about and left on one of my monitors.

From that moment on he was aggressively an asshole. His sister, the head of hr, put me on a performance improvement plan which is just HR code for looking for a reason to fire me. A few weeks later I was working on a major redesign of the website to reflect the new direction the President (my former boss) wanted to take the company, which Owner’s Son hated. He thought it was a waste of time so he set a bunch of really short deadlines he thought I would fail. When I came in on time and under budget for the second phase of the redesign he couldn’t keep the thin veneer of professionalism that kept our beef low key. He laid into the prototype as if it was final delivery and told me that if it were up to him he’d cancel the project (it wasn’t because I had gone over his head and got the entire C-Suite to approve the project). I was so angry I was shaking and all I could manage to say was that I was glad it wasn’t up to him.

I walked from his office to his sister’s and asked her to fire me (I gravely misunderstood the unemployment laws in Texas). After an hour of conversation she agreed and told me she would in a few days. Unfortunately for me my grandmother died the next day so I ended up taking a few days of bereavement leave. When I got back, while I was at lunch I got a notice from facebook that I had been removed as the admin for the company’s page so I knew before I finished my sandwich it was over.

I carried a grudge for many years after that and many times considered getting revenge. I even concocted a very vile plan to frame him for a crime by hacking his wifi and planting illegal content on his personal computer. Fortunately for everyone, I never did and eventually I realized the best revenge was to forget about him and live my life.

BootyEnthusiast@lemmy.dbzer0.com seems to think they are my arch nemesis.

The eternal lack of documentation at my workplace