As a kid, I never got that concept because it seemed like being manipulated. “I dare you to do this dangerous thing for my amusement!” Uh. No? “Chicken!” Okay, whatever, dude.
Peer pressure is such a wierd thing. It works, but the second you see how cruel it is, it just disgusts you and loses all power.
This was also where “yo momma” insults were also invisible to me. Like, “You don’t even know my mother, you’re just saying that and it makes no sense.” It wasn’t a trigger for me like it was other kids. I saw it for what it was. I’d tell my friends, “they just say that to get you mad, don’t listen,” but they’d get mad anyway. It’s like they couldn’t help it. I think dares were in that headspace as well.
I wasn’t popular growing up. I was really awkward and non-athletic, so I didn’t bow to peer pressure as much as the other kids. I was going to be unpopular either way, so…
A friend of mine was bet a dollar he couldn’t climb aboard and to the top deck of a cruise ship moored in harbor. He made it, $5000 fine.
I ended up with a pink-and-purple triple mohawk, my clothes in shreds, and my skin splattered with four different colors of dye. There was exactly one Polaroid taken of the final result and I looked like a plus-sized goblin. Sadly, the photo is lost to time.
looks like you have to do it all over again, for that sweet sweet internet points
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I think I licked a toilet bowl? I pretty much stopped playing truth or dare when I was like 12 though.
