bitch. how mean can someone be? I hate being rude but I can be anyways. Reminds me of sims when they are mean spirited. my sims are really mean to eachother but it’s okay because I make them be friends again, kind of like god in the real world.
She meant it, she had to. Because if she didn’t everything would fall apart. You can’t imagine what if would be like if everything fell apart here. Chaos and death would certainly follow her denial.
I find it incredibly mean and self centered what my best friend and boyfriend did to me. they both knew full well what their intentions were and how they talked to each other is just unimaginable. it’s like out of a movie, ‘oh my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend.’ yeah well that’s no fantasy, folks.
gross. green and bubbling up…waiting to explode. prickly and sticky and full of hatred. piss people off. smells horrible. tastes horrible. being spiteful and hurting others to feel better about yourself. selfishness. sadistic people. mean. that’s what it is.
I can’t see what you could possibly mean when you look at me in that way. Of course, I made the mistake. It was terrible, I know, but I don’t see what you could possibly hold over my head for this long. I mean, come on, it was only a little thing, did he really mean THAT much to you?
I do not like mean people and the world is full of them. Meanness rubs off onto perfectly nice people who start fighting back, then they become the person in the room and they wonder how that happened. How did they get this way? How can they fix this flaw before they become a person they don’t like.
the boy down the street
the cat that hissed at me as i walked to work
the little shits at the playground
the bastard who always stole my toy
the asshole that beat me up as kid
i forgive them all
…it;s ok.
no harm no foul
think of a NAME.. someone who was mean to you….. cause if you turn the letters around the word mean will become NAME.. and we always remember the name of someone that was mean to us..
And then we wont use that name when naming a child.
Mean girls is a hilarious movie. If you’ve ever seen it, you know what I mean. Who can’t quote it in regular conversation? It’s one of those things that take the horribleness out of high school drama and make it absolutely hilarious. Besides, it was before Lindsey Lohan got scary.
what you mean?
you’re so mean
what’s the meaning of life, the universe and everything else?
42
actions are as important as what they are meant for
the meaning of life is love
why are you so mean? i’m just a ragdoll and I feel ever so small when you look old for fear that i’ll get thrown out with the daily grounds but your coffee’s ready and the days go steady but i guess i’ll just stay home. swooped up by the jaws of the dog like a bone so save me please from this awful memory of what’s to come before i come undone at the seams of my dreams this fear falls nothing short of extreme so tell me why are you so mean?
jaclyn frank. i hate her. i hate mean people. my dad sometimes. people. claire wootton. almost my whole intire school. oakwood. snotty bitches. people i don’t like. me sometimes but rarely. 4 letter word. emily
You’re mean. Another word for mean is pretty much your own name. You’re such a b!tch. I don’t know why, and I don’t know how.. but you always set me up and knock me down. You are mean. You always lie and make fun of me, and considering that I have self esteem issues already, you make them ten times worse. You’re mean.
He stood there, the words sank in. She walked away. What was there left to say? He tugged at her arm, he pleaded. She tore away from his grasp, her walk faltered.
Haha today I realized something about being mean. So I will actually be able to say what I really mean. First. Don’t take it personally when someone is mean to you. But second and monst importantly you can read so much into a conversation, we have different perceptions and of course different background. That makes you asume an awful lot of things. You know what I mean? They are not really being mean. I’ll be like: w h a t e v e r.
What I mean to say is that I am not a perfect person, I try hard each day to be a good person but sometimes even that goal I fall short of. But at the end of the day I feel like being a good person in my heart is going to have to be enough. Because at the end of the day sometimes that’s all I have to give.
What does that even mean?
Tell me, please.
Because I think I am overly-anylitical and it probably doesn’t mean anything at all, but if it does, feel free to elaborate.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
It was a simple enough question. What did I mean? But I wasn’t sure anymore. I had a dirty habit of saying things without thinking, and I’d just done it again. This time i wasn’t sure I could fix it.
“What I mean is,” I said slowly, carefully choosing my words, “You haven’t exactly been…the best girlfriend towards Sean. He cares about you. A lot. And lately you’ve barely given him the time of day.
I had made my decision to sleep with Emily based on a misconception. “I’m flaky,” she had said, and this led me to believe that if we consummated the dull evening we shared together I would likely never hear from her again. This was back when I was still living in Brooklyn; when I could still wake up smelling bagels at 5:30 in the morning because the sun beamed right into my room and the train rattled right next to my window. I had a living room with a bed, a bookshelf, a bathroom and a microwave. But I didn’t need to microwave. I had the bagels. If it wasn’t the train it was the polka music creeping up through the floorboards from my landlord’s room below, and if it wasn’t the polka music it was the nightmares I was having from sleeping in the top floor of a tenement building that didn’t have any air conditioning. And when Emily started sleeping over that just made it worse. I would lie there, awake, feeling the transfer of her body heat through the mattress as it seeped into my pores and filled me with intrusive fervor. A reminder of my sordidness, it made me miserable. Emily would show up nightly because things she had seen throughout the day had reminded her of me. The shape of an apple in comparison to the shape of my head. The smell of a man walking past who used the same laundry detergent I did. The sound of someone coughing. A word someone used on the subway. The fact that the sky was blue that day, and I had once told her about a time that I wore a blue T-shirt or held a blue crayon or once blue my nose and there was room for some unrelated connection that she had drawn together, like an actuary studying precision models, like Ptolemy arguing that the universe revolved around the earth. What bothered me most about Emily was the fact that while I was constellated with precipitation because of her relentless warmth, she was always smooth and dry. The hair never matted to her forehead, and salt water never formed a surface on her skin, or collected in the small of her back. When she asked me once if I loved her, I said. You can’t mean that. And it was easier to sleep after that. It was still warm. But at least now I could stand it.
Your comments are mean and I don’t have to take them. You throw out insults because it’s too hard for you to be nice. You hide behind your snide remarks. You only show weakness by attacking others. You’re better than that.
There he stood, tall and passive, with a wicked gleam in his eyes. He had never been a very pleasant person, and as a child he had been downright mean. She watched him closely and wondered what she found so alluring about the man.
you don’t always mean to say the things you day you mean them from a certain place but sometimes the way that they come out isn’t meant to be…. quite so mean sometimes words arrive and then haunt the minds of those unfortunately in their path.
people are mean. they dont think about your feelings or what you think, they only care about themselves. but not everyone is like that. not everyone is cold and heartless and wanting to fit in with the trends no matter what it takes. some ppl are nice, some ppl care about your feelings some ppl are really truly your friends and those are the ones you should keep.
Mean is a very bad thing that person hate. It also has the meaning of cruelity, but probably a lot less. it’s not warm to be mean, it is discouraging towards people who get attacked by mean people.
she’s mean, she’s a bitch, and yet they all love her. she’s got everyone wrapped around her finger, twisting them too tight the be let loose. so tight, that they squeeze tighter, and her blood stops flowing. now’s she’s just fingerless.
oh mean. that word again. its always with me. not becouse of me but becouse of the world. the world can be mean to you sometimes. in a way i cant describe.
you are really mean. I mean come on what is your problem? you are changing so much…. you need to stop and look at yourself. seriously. Also you girlfriend needs to go soon. I cant believe i almost went out with her… or tried to….
Last night was a big mistake. I mean that entirely. Why did you change your picture? Does she know? Will she ever know? Probably not. And you’ll ignore me for a while. That’s nice. You’re mean. I’m going crazy. Maybe we should talk?
“she makes a mean burger, i’m not even kidding,” i said over the seat of the car, “she used to work at an in-n-out burger in cali- shut up. yeah and for as long as i remember, she’d make my brothers and i the most glorious beef patties. sometimes fries but my grandpa didn’t want her around all that spitting oil.” her arms had scars and wrinkles like silk from some otherworldly ruin. in a good way. she’d kill me if she knew i said that. pete grumbled as i went on about the lady; his hunger made him a horrible listener.
She knew that she was mean. It wasn’t as if it was something new to her. However, she knew it was stupid for people to think that she was going to change. She was only there to balance out the scales. Somewhere, deep down, she knew what she was doing was wrong, but she’d been doing it for so long that she didn’t really care.
what does it MEAN, i mean seriously i have no idea what mean means, is it when someone picks on you, or maybe it is the description itself. I think that is what it means.
He had always been considered mean to others. It was not as if he wasn’t’ aware of this fact. It had never bothered him like it was now though. The look in the girl standing in front of him seemed to pierce through him and he felt his hard exterior begin to melt. Only slightly though. With what he hoped was an noticeable twitch of his hand he pushed the wall he had held up for so long back into place turning around to hide what could only be considered raw emotion in his eyes as the only soul who could cause such a reaction from him stomped away from him and away from any chances they could have had with each other.
Mean is everything you have every done to me. Made me cry, broke my heart and then left me there to suffer. You were everything I wanted and all I did was try and be the best person I could be for you and all you could do was be mean. You will never know how much pain you have caused me and how hurtful the things you did were. You are nothing but mean and I can’t believe it took me this long to realize it. I’m done. Goodbye.
bitch. how mean can someone be? I hate being rude but I can be anyways. Reminds me of sims when they are mean spirited. my sims are really mean to eachother but it’s okay because I make them be friends again, kind of like god in the real world.
She meant it, she had to. Because if she didn’t everything would fall apart. You can’t imagine what if would be like if everything fell apart here. Chaos and death would certainly follow her denial.
I find it incredibly mean and self centered what my best friend and boyfriend did to me. they both knew full well what their intentions were and how they talked to each other is just unimaginable. it’s like out of a movie, ‘oh my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend.’ yeah well that’s no fantasy, folks.
gross. green and bubbling up…waiting to explode. prickly and sticky and full of hatred. piss people off. smells horrible. tastes horrible. being spiteful and hurting others to feel better about yourself. selfishness. sadistic people. mean. that’s what it is.
I can’t see what you could possibly mean when you look at me in that way. Of course, I made the mistake. It was terrible, I know, but I don’t see what you could possibly hold over my head for this long. I mean, come on, it was only a little thing, did he really mean THAT much to you?
Since when was killing a dog considered so mean?
I do not like mean people and the world is full of them. Meanness rubs off onto perfectly nice people who start fighting back, then they become the person in the room and they wonder how that happened. How did they get this way? How can they fix this flaw before they become a person they don’t like.
the boy down the street
the cat that hissed at me as i walked to work
the little shits at the playground
the bastard who always stole my toy
the asshole that beat me up as kid
i forgive them all
…it;s ok.
no harm no foul
Cliche as it sounds, we fall for that one guy even though he’s the meanest to us.
Just thought about it.
think of a NAME.. someone who was mean to you….. cause if you turn the letters around the word mean will become NAME.. and we always remember the name of someone that was mean to us..
And then we wont use that name when naming a child.
Mean girls is a hilarious movie. If you’ve ever seen it, you know what I mean. Who can’t quote it in regular conversation? It’s one of those things that take the horribleness out of high school drama and make it absolutely hilarious. Besides, it was before Lindsey Lohan got scary.
Being this is one of the few things that I could hate in the world. Why do people insist on this?
what you mean?
you’re so mean
what’s the meaning of life, the universe and everything else?
42
actions are as important as what they are meant for
the meaning of life is love
why are you so mean? i’m just a ragdoll and I feel ever so small when you look old for fear that i’ll get thrown out with the daily grounds but your coffee’s ready and the days go steady but i guess i’ll just stay home. swooped up by the jaws of the dog like a bone so save me please from this awful memory of what’s to come before i come undone at the seams of my dreams this fear falls nothing short of extreme so tell me why are you so mean?
jaclyn frank. i hate her. i hate mean people. my dad sometimes. people. claire wootton. almost my whole intire school. oakwood. snotty bitches. people i don’t like. me sometimes but rarely. 4 letter word. emily
You’re mean. Another word for mean is pretty much your own name. You’re such a b!tch. I don’t know why, and I don’t know how.. but you always set me up and knock me down. You are mean. You always lie and make fun of me, and considering that I have self esteem issues already, you make them ten times worse. You’re mean.
He stood there, the words sank in. She walked away. What was there left to say? He tugged at her arm, he pleaded. She tore away from his grasp, her walk faltered.
I didn’t mean it.
Of course.
Haha today I realized something about being mean. So I will actually be able to say what I really mean. First. Don’t take it personally when someone is mean to you. But second and monst importantly you can read so much into a conversation, we have different perceptions and of course different background. That makes you asume an awful lot of things. You know what I mean? They are not really being mean. I’ll be like: w h a t e v e r.
What I mean to say is that I am not a perfect person, I try hard each day to be a good person but sometimes even that goal I fall short of. But at the end of the day I feel like being a good person in my heart is going to have to be enough. Because at the end of the day sometimes that’s all I have to give.
What does that even mean?
Tell me, please.
Because I think I am overly-anylitical and it probably doesn’t mean anything at all, but if it does, feel free to elaborate.
A life full of people can be painful, but the one person who is kind, they make it all worth it. Love will always outway the cruelty of the world.
Mean. Average. Beating the averages. The average person isn’t mean. The average above-average person is. But that doesn’t mean you have to be.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
It was a simple enough question. What did I mean? But I wasn’t sure anymore. I had a dirty habit of saying things without thinking, and I’d just done it again. This time i wasn’t sure I could fix it.
“What I mean is,” I said slowly, carefully choosing my words, “You haven’t exactly been…the best girlfriend towards Sean. He cares about you. A lot. And lately you’ve barely given him the time of day.
I had made my decision to sleep with Emily based on a misconception. “I’m flaky,” she had said, and this led me to believe that if we consummated the dull evening we shared together I would likely never hear from her again. This was back when I was still living in Brooklyn; when I could still wake up smelling bagels at 5:30 in the morning because the sun beamed right into my room and the train rattled right next to my window. I had a living room with a bed, a bookshelf, a bathroom and a microwave. But I didn’t need to microwave. I had the bagels. If it wasn’t the train it was the polka music creeping up through the floorboards from my landlord’s room below, and if it wasn’t the polka music it was the nightmares I was having from sleeping in the top floor of a tenement building that didn’t have any air conditioning. And when Emily started sleeping over that just made it worse. I would lie there, awake, feeling the transfer of her body heat through the mattress as it seeped into my pores and filled me with intrusive fervor. A reminder of my sordidness, it made me miserable. Emily would show up nightly because things she had seen throughout the day had reminded her of me. The shape of an apple in comparison to the shape of my head. The smell of a man walking past who used the same laundry detergent I did. The sound of someone coughing. A word someone used on the subway. The fact that the sky was blue that day, and I had once told her about a time that I wore a blue T-shirt or held a blue crayon or once blue my nose and there was room for some unrelated connection that she had drawn together, like an actuary studying precision models, like Ptolemy arguing that the universe revolved around the earth. What bothered me most about Emily was the fact that while I was constellated with precipitation because of her relentless warmth, she was always smooth and dry. The hair never matted to her forehead, and salt water never formed a surface on her skin, or collected in the small of her back. When she asked me once if I loved her, I said. You can’t mean that. And it was easier to sleep after that. It was still warm. But at least now I could stand it.
Your comments are mean and I don’t have to take them. You throw out insults because it’s too hard for you to be nice. You hide behind your snide remarks. You only show weakness by attacking others. You’re better than that.
There he stood, tall and passive, with a wicked gleam in his eyes. He had never been a very pleasant person, and as a child he had been downright mean. She watched him closely and wondered what she found so alluring about the man.
you don’t always mean to say the things you day you mean them from a certain place but sometimes the way that they come out isn’t meant to be…. quite so mean sometimes words arrive and then haunt the minds of those unfortunately in their path.
people are mean. they dont think about your feelings or what you think, they only care about themselves. but not everyone is like that. not everyone is cold and heartless and wanting to fit in with the trends no matter what it takes. some ppl are nice, some ppl care about your feelings some ppl are really truly your friends and those are the ones you should keep.
How could you ever understand how much you mean to me?
Mean is a very bad thing that person hate. It also has the meaning of cruelity, but probably a lot less. it’s not warm to be mean, it is discouraging towards people who get attacked by mean people.
she’s mean, she’s a bitch, and yet they all love her. she’s got everyone wrapped around her finger, twisting them too tight the be let loose. so tight, that they squeeze tighter, and her blood stops flowing. now’s she’s just fingerless.
oh mean. that word again. its always with me. not becouse of me but becouse of the world. the world can be mean to you sometimes. in a way i cant describe.
you are really mean. I mean come on what is your problem? you are changing so much…. you need to stop and look at yourself. seriously. Also you girlfriend needs to go soon. I cant believe i almost went out with her… or tried to….
Mean words repeat themselves in my head – like a prayer they get inside my very being.
Last night was a big mistake. I mean that entirely. Why did you change your picture? Does she know? Will she ever know? Probably not. And you’ll ignore me for a while. That’s nice. You’re mean. I’m going crazy. Maybe we should talk?
“she makes a mean burger, i’m not even kidding,” i said over the seat of the car, “she used to work at an in-n-out burger in cali- shut up. yeah and for as long as i remember, she’d make my brothers and i the most glorious beef patties. sometimes fries but my grandpa didn’t want her around all that spitting oil.” her arms had scars and wrinkles like silk from some otherworldly ruin. in a good way. she’d kill me if she knew i said that. pete grumbled as i went on about the lady; his hunger made him a horrible listener.
She knew that she was mean. It wasn’t as if it was something new to her. However, she knew it was stupid for people to think that she was going to change. She was only there to balance out the scales. Somewhere, deep down, she knew what she was doing was wrong, but she’d been doing it for so long that she didn’t really care.
lk
what does it MEAN, i mean seriously i have no idea what mean means, is it when someone picks on you, or maybe it is the description itself. I think that is what it means.
He had always been considered mean to others. It was not as if he wasn’t’ aware of this fact. It had never bothered him like it was now though. The look in the girl standing in front of him seemed to pierce through him and he felt his hard exterior begin to melt. Only slightly though. With what he hoped was an noticeable twitch of his hand he pushed the wall he had held up for so long back into place turning around to hide what could only be considered raw emotion in his eyes as the only soul who could cause such a reaction from him stomped away from him and away from any chances they could have had with each other.
Mean is everything you have every done to me. Made me cry, broke my heart and then left me there to suffer. You were everything I wanted and all I did was try and be the best person I could be for you and all you could do was be mean. You will never know how much pain you have caused me and how hurtful the things you did were. You are nothing but mean and I can’t believe it took me this long to realize it. I’m done. Goodbye.