#1

So that night, we decide to sneak outside and play flashlight tag in the adjacent woods. My friend and his little brother shared a room, so there was no way we were gonna sneak out without him waking up— so we just decided to let him come along. Truth be told, we had a blast out there. Probably played until 2AM or so. Time comes to wrap it up and we all start walking back, but we can’t find my friend’s little brother. Can’t find him *anywhere*. So we immediately go into both “damage control” *AND* “panic mode” at the same time. We can’t scream his name to look for him for fear of waking up my friend’s parents. We were all horrified he’d been eaten by a bear or kidnapped or something. We hustled all over that woods for probably 30 minutes in a white-hot-panic trying to find this kid… to no avail. We decided to regroup around the tree where we had started the game and just kinda get our bearings for a minute.
We’re all huddled around there, huffing and puffing and pretty much trying not to cry out of both fear and frustration. Suddenly, my buddy goes, “hey guys… is it raining?” and we feel this stream of water spraying down upon us… then we hear my friend’s little brother cackling like a madman.
We shine the flashlights up in the tree, and this little jerk is peeing on ALL OF US. I had to hand it to him… he gave us the scare of our lives *and* peed on us.
We never teased him ever again.
#2

Reading stories like these, you might be envious of people’s ability to approach difficult situations in a calm and calculated way. The key is that, whatever conflict you’re having, the first step is not to respond but to ground yourself.
“People are emotionally flooded, they do not think clearly, listen well, or communicate effectively,” says Moshe Ratson, a psychotherapist in New York City.
“They defend, attack, withdraw, blame, or shut down. This is because their nervous system has taken over their rational mind. This is why the first step in any healthy conflict is not problem-solving but rather emotional regulation.”
You won’t develop a good plan of how to respond to someone who wronged you if you are consumed by anger, fear, shame, resentment, or panic.
#3

So she took a very hot pepper, cut it in half, and rubbed it around the opening area.
The thief was discovered.
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#5

There’s a study that shows our brains—and our morals—get pretty messy.
Researchers surveyed over 2,000 people across Poland and the United States to see how they judged acts of revenge. Turns out, it matters a lot how the avenger feels afterward. If they show satisfaction, observers see them as competent and capable. But if they show pleasure, suddenly they’re labeled immoral.
Weirdly, people judge themselves more harshly than others—imagining they took revenge, they see themselves as less moral than someone else doing the same thing.
And don’t worry if you find these stories entertaining. The study also highlights that we enjoy revenge stories even when we know revenge is “morally wrong,” because so much depends on social context. They can be strangely satisfying to read.
#6

All the lil extra cleaning and care I was doing stopped, and suddenly manager doesn't know why things are starting to become a problem.
#7

Well Bob realized one day that the school's computers had very bad security so he was able to install software onto his bully's computer that allowed him to remotely control the bully's computer from his own computer across the room. Then when class was in session, whenever the teacher was passing by the bully's computer, Bob would pull up adult material on the bully's computer screen. The bully could never adequately explain to the teacher why it was magically popping up on his computer so he got constantly in trouble for having it open in school and from then on out was teased by the other students for it.
#8

He left so fast.
#9

They proceeded to make each other miserable for at least 3 years afterwards. While my life only improved. It was awesome.
#10

He was rather tech-illiterate so in a bout of pettiness my ex and I pulled up outside the building and looked for his WiFi. The signal was fine and he hadn't changed the password since we left. I tested a few usual ip addresses, 192.168.0.1 turned out to be the router. It gave me the name and model but needed a login. On a hunch I googled the default passwords for it and managed to log in without issue. I then had to think of something sneaky and not obviously going to lead back to us. At this point it was still old ADSL lines which dial in to the ISP with a username and password stored on the router so I simply changed the login details from ending with .co.uk to ending with .com. at a glance it would look completely normal but it would never connect.
I later heard they were without internet for 3 months including over Christmas, and even the ISP engineers kept connecting to the router to see what was wrong but couldn't spot anything amiss.
The memory of that a decade ago still cheers me up sometimes.
#11

I’m still oddly proud of that little bit of revenge. Yes, I could’ve buried both, but mysteriously missing only one shoe from a pair felt like it’d be much more frustrating. If she ever realized it was me, she never confronted me about it.
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#14

His name was Gene Autry.
#15

Well, I had access to the furnace/breaker room. I disconnected their thermostat from the furnace for their side of the house. That entire winter, the only heat they had was whatever wafted over from my side. If I knew I was going to have a big day at work the next day, I'd turn off their power for the night. The landlord was a slumlord, so he wasn't going to do anything about it. Eventually they just stopped staying at the house. I assume they went to stay with friends.
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#17

When I got him for secret Santa I, knowing he was colourblind, bought him a Rubik’s cube.
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#19

The deployment had just started, and this random sailor would now be without some of his clothes for months because he wanted to be an jerk.
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