Things that hurt your butt

Stella_Omega

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"Butthurt" is not the same thing as "mad." It's a sense of grievance and privilege denied, as far as I can define it.

There's a lot of it going around, what with the Winter SADS and all (Aussies excepted) and I wanted to create a place to share our own special butthhurts with each other.

Yesterday I spent at least an hour composing the nicest most comforting complaint I possibly could, to a writer. I wanted to point out a glaring omission in the story she'd written, which could be rectified by a couple of sentences-- just a few. In the interest of Social Justice and my fappage.

I got a return message today, saying that maybe she would write a sequel in the future. But IMO the story isn't worth a sequel. It just needed an acknowledgment that the woman has a sex life of her own.

So my butthurt today is with writers who won't rewrite once they've posted something-- even when they admit that they posted without an editor in the first place.
 
I am feeling butthurt today. It's been 3 days since I last had a cigarette and I woke up this morning with a cold. In the middle of summer. Again (I had a cold about 3 weeks ago). I quit smoking to be healthier goddamn it, not to shoot my immunity in the foot. After all the stupid 'it's great to quit, you feel soooomuch healthier' Ministry of Health ads this is making me feel very aggreived. SOMEONE will be getting a strongly worked email, just coz. Any whipping boy volunteers?

And the kicker is a smoke would unblock my nose. Now I've gotta spend all day trying not to give in and buy a pack of cure. :mad:
 
I'm butthurt that my husband cut me off midconversation earlier because he was working and had to focus.

Totally illogical and whiny baby stupid? Yes. Still butthurt anyways? You betcha!
 
I'm butthurt because with the chaos and inability for people to help out in a logical fashion and leaving me holding the buck, I missed out properly working up a case I had already called "dibs" on. I still worked up the case but...not properly from start to finish. JUST HELP, FOLKS!!
 
I'm butthurt because I have to work today. Why can't people just give me money for being pretty and/or awesome? *Pouts*
 
I am seriously butthurt
I live between a rock and a hard place (no not that kind of hard place)so far from my heart, my love, my life
 
I'm between butthurt and mad. I wanted to go to this seminar with a friend of mine today, but if I was going to go with her I had to be at her house at 5:15. Otherwise, I'd have to drive myself and I won't go into the area the seminar is by myself cause I always get lost when I do. Anyway, I had to run a couple of errands, first, and I warned everyone I was picking up or dropping off exactly when I would be there (and gave them all two hours notice) and that I expected them to be ready for me. The only people who were ready at the appointed time were my niece and nephews and that's cause their dad was anxious to get rid of them for the evening. I waited 5 minutes for my heart child (who had the nerve to tell me he was almost ready, like that makes any difference), then my daughter and sister were 15 minutes late BECAUSE THEY WERE STILL ASLEEP, and then my roommate made me wait five minutes because she forgot her phone in the other room and didn't hear me calling her THREE TIMES. I didn't get home until 5:15, so I didn't get to go to this seminar. So I'm butthurt because I didn't get to go to the seminar and mad because of WHY I didn't get to go to the seminar. :mad::(:mad::(
 
Okay, this is a weird one, and I bet a lot of ex-married people share it. I often worry about my ex; if he's okay, if he's lonely, if he's getting enough sex. I don't want to worry about the guy. And I don't exactly want to go back to him anyway. So yesterday as we ere hanging out, I asked him; do you miss having a wife?

No, he said-- hell no, it's hard enough taking care of the kids (who are young adults with their own jobs etc. even though they live with him)

So there you go, he doesn't miss me. Good. On the other hand-- taking care of me? Of them? I'm reminded of why I left in the first place. And also, fuck you, it was impossible to take care of him-- yeah.

Butthurt. You never know how someone else views the conflict.
 
I'm butthurt because I took a client/job I didn't really want as a favor to a friend. I worked my ass off on it and of course, the wedding was last Saturday, so it consumed my entire week between Christmas and New Year's. The one week that M~ had wide open for us to spend time together. Those are incredibly rare. So yeah, I'm still pouting over it.

S~
 
Okay, this is a weird one, and I bet a lot of ex-married people share it. I often worry about my ex; if he's okay, if he's lonely, if he's getting enough sex. I don't want to worry about the guy. And I don't exactly want to go back to him anyway. So yesterday as we ere hanging out, I asked him; do you miss having a wife?

No, he said-- hell no, it's hard enough taking care of the kids (who are young adults with their own jobs etc. even though they live with him)

So there you go, he doesn't miss me. Good. On the other hand-- taking care of me? Of them? I'm reminded of why I left in the first place. And also, fuck you, it was impossible to take care of him-- yeah.

Butthurt. You never know how someone else views the conflict.

@Stella_Omega, this is not a weird one, in my opinion. I share your sentiments, having an ex husband I'm friends with (only difference is, mine wants me back, is homeless, and wants to live in my house so "he can be with the kids."). But I digress...I have to wonder if he misses you more than he'd ever let on? Sounds like he's trying to cover his ass.

As for me, my butthurt today: I have an extremely new Daddy and haven't heard from him since last night. This is not normal for us (I usually hear from him via text at least every few hours), and I know I disappointed him yesterday, but I'm scared maybe he's more disappointed than he originally let on. So yeah, that's my butthurt.
 
I have to wonder if he misses you more than he'd ever let on? Sounds like he's trying to cover his ass.
I can't let myself go down that road-- that would be taking butthurtedness to more extremes than anyone should!

Nope-- he said it, I'm gonna believe him.

For the rest of today-- I got no butthurts. Wow. that feels so wierd!:eek:
 
I can't let myself go down that road-- that would be taking butthurtedness to more extremes than anyone should!

Nope-- he said it, I'm gonna believe him.

For the rest of today-- I got no butthurts. Wow. that feels so wierd!:eek:

I wish I had your ability to take things for what they are. My heart tends to overrule my head. :(

I'm very glad you will have no more butthurts for today (although if one comes up, now you have somewhere to post it!)!

As for my butthurt, Daddy contacted me (sooo happy!!!). He recently had a death in the family (which I knew about and thought that could be why he hadn't contacted me), so he's been really busy dealing with all of that stuff. It makes me want to be there with him just to support him, but it's all so new, and though i offered, i wasn't offended he declined.
 
Not really butthurt, but sad that Christmas break is over, 2 weeks just isn't enough :(.
 
"Butthurt" is not the same thing as "mad."

After the first sentence at the very beginning of this thread it dawns in me I might misunderstood the "Things that hurt your butt" title... :eek:

So sorry. :eek:

Please carry on... :rolleyes:
 
"Butthurt" means "mad" in the special sense of "umadbro?"

As far as I can tell, in order to be properly butthurt, one must have first suffered injury, insult, impudence or other humiliation (as losing a video game, or a flame exchange) and second, must have tried to play it off badly.

Then one's tormentors, by way of rubbing salt in the wounds, draw attention to the meta-level with the term "butthurt".
 
I've got it---by analogy of beating up my little brother when we were pickney schoolchildren.

The emotion he felt when I pinned his arms and gave him painful head noogies was not "butthurt", it was just straightforward pain, anger, shame and humiliation; to which he responded--with a lack of schoolboy savoir faire--by crying in anger.

The emotion he felt when I then taunted him "ooh, the little baby is all mad now, look out!" was butthurt proper. That is to say, butthurt is caused by the accusation of butthurt.
 
I've got it---by analogy of beating up my little brother when we were pickney schoolchildren.

The emotion he felt when I pinned his arms and gave him painful head noogies was not "butthurt", it was just straightforward pain, anger, shame and humiliation; to which he responded--with a lack of schoolboy savoir faire--by crying in anger.

The emotion he felt when I then taunted him "ooh, the little baby is all mad now, look out!" was butthurt proper. That is to say, butthurt is caused by the accusation of butthurt.

IMO - it's the opportunity to carry yourself with not-taking-yourself-seriously dignity that you miss. A younger version of me was devastated when internet fanbase potentials thought of my slimmer self as "whale like" and was dumb enough to get upset. Butthurt.

Older wiser me, realizes that obvious anorexics are subject to being called out as fat online, and it's completely meaningless, basically the ammunition of guys pissed off having to pay to even talk to a girl. Monkeys will throw poo, also. AND I am. And yet, smokin' hot to enough people so whatever.

If Iggy Pop had stormed off stage instead of licking up the pie lobbed at him, that's butthurt.

Stella's initial example sounds justifiably completely pissed off.

If the ex had actually been some kind of stay at home parent, then it would be butthurt. It's what you do with that mean "grain of truth" thing you're dealt.
 
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"Butthurt" means "mad" in the special sense of "umadbro?"

As far as I can tell, in order to be properly butthurt, one must have first suffered injury, insult, impudence or other humiliation (as losing a video game, or a flame exchange) and second, must have tried to play it off badly.

Then one's tormentors, by way of rubbing salt in the wounds, draw attention to the meta-level with the term "butthurt".

Hmm. So-- you need someone else to tell you you're butt-hurt? You can't figure it out by yourself? ;)

I mean-- someone else could tell you you're an alien from another planet, too, but you would know if that were true or not.
 
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If the ex had actually been some kind of stay at home parent, then it would be butthurt.
Don't be making assumptions there. He was. And is. Work from home-- when there is work to be had.
It's what you do with that mean "grain of truth" thing you're dealt.
Exactly this.
 
They changed the name of my eyeliner pencil, so it took me forever to find them when I needed to buy a new one.
Then I realized they changed the colours and I think Brown Fusion is too brown and Black Velvet is too black.
How can they dooo this to me?
 
They changed the name of my eyeliner pencil, so it took me forever to find them when I needed to buy a new one.
Then I realized they changed the colours and I think Brown Fusion is too brown and Black Velvet is too black.
How can they dooo this to me?

I symphatize. The name change is bad enough, but the change in color is awful. Recently they changed up something in my favorite body lotion and it just isn't as moisturizing anymore, plus it smells different now.

My frequent make-up butthurt is that I never find a good mascara. I don't think they make one that would work for me.

Usually they're too runny when I open the tube and use if for the first month or so. Then it starts working perfectly after about six weeks, and stays that way for a magic window of two or three weeks, maybe a month, before it starts to clump up or I run out of it. The other possibility is that it's too thick and cakey from the get-go and then there's no hope at all.
 
Hmm. So-- you need someone else to tell you you're butt-hurt? You can't figure it out by yourself? ;)

That's exactly what I mean.

The very act of figuring out that you're butthurt puts you most of the way towards not being butthurt.

Unless you have the psychology of Dosto's "Underground Man" and you are fully aware of your own butthurt and yet revel in it, in a self-lacerating way. :)
 
That's exactly what I mean.

The very act of figuring out that you're butthurt puts you most of the way towards not being butthurt.

Unless you have the psychology of Dosto's "Underground Man" and you are fully aware of your own butthurt and yet revel in it, in a self-lacerating way. :)
This seems to be a very personal and individual experience, despite your universal "you" wording...
 
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