Grown up ducks can be mean. They’ll snatch breadcrumbs away from the baby ducks you’re trying to feed them to, and snap at the poor little fluffballs.
But actually, it’s unhealthy for the little ducklings to be stuffed like that: so are the grown up ducks actually being nice, and are we the mean ones?
Say what you mean and mean what you say. If you don’t know what you mean how will anyone else know what you mean. I meant every word I’ve ever said to you.
shkaleidoscope
you’re so mean! meaningfully mean!
deez
So there was this mean girl the other day, and I didn’t think she was THAT mean, but she tipped ice cream out of a kid’s cone. How absolutely outrageous. And then she had to go and stick her flashy little shoes in it too.
Lollie
the mean is the average. math is the enemy. so logical, so exactly like me. yet so far with me. i manage to be completely logical, yet prone to messing up the question of 2+7.
What I mean is…I like you. All of those sweet comments, sly remarks, sheepish grins, and too-loud laughter mean that I like you. I don’t know what your responses mean though, those extra glances and chuckles in response. Boys are so confusing…
The cause of many people’s torn hearts, what can turn a good day into a nightmare. Merely someone being mean, putting themselves above others and, in the process, shoving that person to the ground. Whether from spite or insecureness it is not a good personality trait.
My parents are often mean to me. Actually, come to think of it, most people are mean for no apparent reason. It’s not really fair, is it? No. I mean, if you want to bully somebody, then by all means do it – but don’t be complaining when it comes back around.
i’m often mistaken as a meanie. i think it’s the thin line that my lips make when i’m at rest. my eyes (at rest) also looks like it’s squinting but they’re just small tiny slits.
What do I mean when I speak of loneliness? I never thought about it much until I moved away from the family and friends I had lived with and around all my life. I then understood what it was to be alone.
Brown Mom
Mean is not a relative term. Everyone clearly knows what it is. If we do something to hurt someone else, that’s a mean thing. Sometimes it is possible to be mean without knowing it.
Roz
This reminds of women, more importantly, and specifically, my roommates! they’re horrible. They’ve treated me horribly and without them I wouldnt be who i am now, so is being mean really a terrible thing or a necesary one?
Chacha
is me. sometimes. i never know what to feel or feel insecure, lost, alone, afraid so this is what i become. im a bitch. the horrible thing is, sometimes i think this is my strongest quality. and i like it.
mishka
Mean is a word with a lot of meaning. What do you mean? How mean you are!!!! What is the mean value? She is a mean girl. The choices are too many.
Abhilash
“Don’t be mean,” Julie said, and walked away from him, across the street. Joel giggled a bit and called after her, “Oh, come on — just look at that gimpy dude.” He ran to catch up with her. “He just looks real funny, hobbling along on those crutches.” Halfway across the street, he tripped over a pothole, and a speeding Lincoln Navigator, driven by an off-duty police officer, ran over his knees.
Julie turned around from the curb and just laughed.
I mean, you know.
I mean, I understand.
I mean, yeah sure!
I mean, it’s alright.
I mean, fudge!
I mean, whatever.
I mean, you know what I mean?
Nishat
Cruel hearts as they were.
They stained faces,
thoughts,
pillowcases.
Everything they could find.
No one quite wanted that heart around,
mean as it was,
there must have been a sense of love.
In that poor, lonely heart.
LostCause
mean what? why im mean? how? no. really, im not mean. im just, blunt. I dont mean to hurt you, so if i did im sorry.
Mia
Why did she have to be so mean? I’d thought that if we tried to put our differences behind us then we’d at least be able to start moving forward again.
But yet, deep down I knew I deserved every bit of her anger. I mean, it was MY fault it happened anyways, and no matter what I do, we both knew I would never fully pay for my sins.
jeshua
You are misshapen by anger. Your vision is blurred. Your words have a cold bite that stings with intentional harm. You have become beastly, standing in the shadows of your hatred. I am unaffected, but I see the monster inside you.
I like to think that I’m not a mean person. But then I’ll say something that suprises even myself. I didn’t think I was mean, so why did I just say that? Geez. I’m trying to think of an example… Oh! I have it. I was reading erotica with my boyfriend, written by females, and I made an awful comment: “Geez, I wonder what male authors erotica would sound like… AND THEN HIS DICK WENT IN THE PUSSY,” or something awful like that. He just gave me this look, like; what an insensitive thing to say. I feel like a jerk.
NoOneYouNeedToKnow
It hurt. A lot. How could they be so…mean. In private is one thing. Personal. Through a text. Sure. Email. Why not. IM even. I’ll take it. But right there. In the hallway. In front of Cameron. WHY. I felt like an idiot. How could you, of all people, do that to me. It hurt.
in the hall one day, this tall girl walked up to me, stood in front of me and just gave me this look..like she knew me or something. but she doesn’t know anything..she just knows how to be mean. and her mean face will meet a new look when she sees me next.
dee
Do you know what I mean? No one ever seems to. I can’t seem to ever get a point across. I try to tell someone something and they just don’t understand. Maybe it’s because I’m different. I’m not like everyone else. Sometimes I wonder if I’m human. I think these dark, other worldly thought that no one else can understand and I think it must be because I don’t belong on this planet.
“What do you mean? Really. You really mean that. How could you mean that? Don’t you understand what you are saying? Hey. Stop talking gibberish. Stop it. STOP! It’s hurting my ears. Shut up. I don’t like what you mean. You are mean.” she spat and cursed at his wobbly speech.
This life wasn’t meant for me at all. I pined for that magic and mystery that I found beyond reality. I melted away in the nostalgia, and the depression knocked me out cold. But I couldn’t stop. I kept living every boring, dull, and stressful day. And I would wait until nighttime when I could wish wholeheartedly that I lived a different life. Wishing never hurt so much as it did now.
Chiselled – his features – not handsome and hunky but sharp- he walked over in the low light of the bar = – you waiting – no just siting – can be dangerous sittin – how? – -cheap upholstery -thought you should know- tin tacks in the chair
She didn’t mean it. She never did, but the feelings bubbled up until suddenly she was screaming, hurling expletives and kitchen knives while he cowered away behind the stove and waited for her sanity to return.
Amai
I mean things I don’t say and I say things I don’t mean. A tipsy topsy turvy sense of verbal balance. Clipping along at light speed. A parallel universe in which light-speed is clipping along. So the speed of sound is like not moving at all.
What do you mean, what do I mean? I mean, what do you mean? I mean that I want a baby. What do you mean, you want a baby? What do you mean, what do you mean, I want a baby? I want a baby. I want a divorce.
i just had this word i want another word to write about this. this website is mean. I mean that they are not fair with the fact they gave me two words in a row. oh well i guess i will have to live with it. yeah i think i will.
jlkj
Don’t be mean! You never know what kindness can do for someone. (Or even yourself!) You could be even entertaining angels! Today, go out of your way to do something nice for someone. Even if you don’t know them. Have an amazing day! It’s my 19th Birthday by the way!
don’t be mean.
don’t be selfish of judgmental.
let your mind wander to the deepest seas, to the most colorful coral reefs, let your mind climb mountains and learn.
let your thoughts always wander while wandering away from all that is mean.
People can be very mean. They do it completely without thinking, unintentionally ripping pieces of a person’s heart apart. If we all realized when and where we were being mean, there world would be ten times better.
Grown up ducks can be mean. They’ll snatch breadcrumbs away from the baby ducks you’re trying to feed them to, and snap at the poor little fluffballs.
But actually, it’s unhealthy for the little ducklings to be stuffed like that: so are the grown up ducks actually being nice, and are we the mean ones?
Say what you mean and mean what you say. If you don’t know what you mean how will anyone else know what you mean. I meant every word I’ve ever said to you.
you’re so mean! meaningfully mean!
So there was this mean girl the other day, and I didn’t think she was THAT mean, but she tipped ice cream out of a kid’s cone. How absolutely outrageous. And then she had to go and stick her flashy little shoes in it too.
the mean is the average. math is the enemy. so logical, so exactly like me. yet so far with me. i manage to be completely logical, yet prone to messing up the question of 2+7.
Why are people so mean to each other
Taylor Swift’s video of her song “Mean” is delightful, I love it.
Meaning the mean guy over street has just been meaningfully overestimated.
What I mean is…I like you. All of those sweet comments, sly remarks, sheepish grins, and too-loud laughter mean that I like you. I don’t know what your responses mean though, those extra glances and chuckles in response. Boys are so confusing…
The cause of many people’s torn hearts, what can turn a good day into a nightmare. Merely someone being mean, putting themselves above others and, in the process, shoving that person to the ground. Whether from spite or insecureness it is not a good personality trait.
My parents are often mean to me. Actually, come to think of it, most people are mean for no apparent reason. It’s not really fair, is it? No. I mean, if you want to bully somebody, then by all means do it – but don’t be complaining when it comes back around.
i’m often mistaken as a meanie. i think it’s the thin line that my lips make when i’m at rest. my eyes (at rest) also looks like it’s squinting but they’re just small tiny slits.
What do I mean when I speak of loneliness? I never thought about it much until I moved away from the family and friends I had lived with and around all my life. I then understood what it was to be alone.
Mean is not a relative term. Everyone clearly knows what it is. If we do something to hurt someone else, that’s a mean thing. Sometimes it is possible to be mean without knowing it.
This reminds of women, more importantly, and specifically, my roommates! they’re horrible. They’ve treated me horribly and without them I wouldnt be who i am now, so is being mean really a terrible thing or a necesary one?
is me. sometimes. i never know what to feel or feel insecure, lost, alone, afraid so this is what i become. im a bitch. the horrible thing is, sometimes i think this is my strongest quality. and i like it.
Mean is a word with a lot of meaning. What do you mean? How mean you are!!!! What is the mean value? She is a mean girl. The choices are too many.
“Don’t be mean,” Julie said, and walked away from him, across the street. Joel giggled a bit and called after her, “Oh, come on — just look at that gimpy dude.” He ran to catch up with her. “He just looks real funny, hobbling along on those crutches.” Halfway across the street, he tripped over a pothole, and a speeding Lincoln Navigator, driven by an off-duty police officer, ran over his knees.
Julie turned around from the curb and just laughed.
I mean, you know.
I mean, I understand.
I mean, yeah sure!
I mean, it’s alright.
I mean, fudge!
I mean, whatever.
I mean, you know what I mean?
Cruel hearts as they were.
They stained faces,
thoughts,
pillowcases.
Everything they could find.
No one quite wanted that heart around,
mean as it was,
there must have been a sense of love.
In that poor, lonely heart.
mean what? why im mean? how? no. really, im not mean. im just, blunt. I dont mean to hurt you, so if i did im sorry.
Why did she have to be so mean? I’d thought that if we tried to put our differences behind us then we’d at least be able to start moving forward again.
But yet, deep down I knew I deserved every bit of her anger. I mean, it was MY fault it happened anyways, and no matter what I do, we both knew I would never fully pay for my sins.
You are misshapen by anger. Your vision is blurred. Your words have a cold bite that stings with intentional harm. You have become beastly, standing in the shadows of your hatred. I am unaffected, but I see the monster inside you.
I like to think that I’m not a mean person. But then I’ll say something that suprises even myself. I didn’t think I was mean, so why did I just say that? Geez. I’m trying to think of an example… Oh! I have it. I was reading erotica with my boyfriend, written by females, and I made an awful comment: “Geez, I wonder what male authors erotica would sound like… AND THEN HIS DICK WENT IN THE PUSSY,” or something awful like that. He just gave me this look, like; what an insensitive thing to say. I feel like a jerk.
It hurt. A lot. How could they be so…mean. In private is one thing. Personal. Through a text. Sure. Email. Why not. IM even. I’ll take it. But right there. In the hallway. In front of Cameron. WHY. I felt like an idiot. How could you, of all people, do that to me. It hurt.
“I’m going to take your virginity and make you get all attached to me and crap hahaha”
in the hall one day, this tall girl walked up to me, stood in front of me and just gave me this look..like she knew me or something. but she doesn’t know anything..she just knows how to be mean. and her mean face will meet a new look when she sees me next.
Do you know what I mean? No one ever seems to. I can’t seem to ever get a point across. I try to tell someone something and they just don’t understand. Maybe it’s because I’m different. I’m not like everyone else. Sometimes I wonder if I’m human. I think these dark, other worldly thought that no one else can understand and I think it must be because I don’t belong on this planet.
“What do you mean? Really. You really mean that. How could you mean that? Don’t you understand what you are saying? Hey. Stop talking gibberish. Stop it. STOP! It’s hurting my ears. Shut up. I don’t like what you mean. You are mean.” she spat and cursed at his wobbly speech.
This life wasn’t meant for me at all. I pined for that magic and mystery that I found beyond reality. I melted away in the nostalgia, and the depression knocked me out cold. But I couldn’t stop. I kept living every boring, dull, and stressful day. And I would wait until nighttime when I could wish wholeheartedly that I lived a different life. Wishing never hurt so much as it did now.
The mean of a set of numbers can be determined by adding up the numbers and then dividing by how many numbers were present.
woolf u ranf…
while, more
tone wrawp
Chiselled – his features – not handsome and hunky but sharp- he walked over in the low light of the bar = – you waiting – no just siting – can be dangerous sittin – how? – -cheap upholstery -thought you should know- tin tacks in the chair
She didn’t mean it. She never did, but the feelings bubbled up until suddenly she was screaming, hurling expletives and kitchen knives while he cowered away behind the stove and waited for her sanity to return.
I mean things I don’t say and I say things I don’t mean. A tipsy topsy turvy sense of verbal balance. Clipping along at light speed. A parallel universe in which light-speed is clipping along. So the speed of sound is like not moving at all.
What do you mean, what do I mean? I mean, what do you mean? I mean that I want a baby. What do you mean, you want a baby? What do you mean, what do you mean, I want a baby? I want a baby. I want a divorce.
i just had this word i want another word to write about this. this website is mean. I mean that they are not fair with the fact they gave me two words in a row. oh well i guess i will have to live with it. yeah i think i will.
Don’t be mean! You never know what kindness can do for someone. (Or even yourself!) You could be even entertaining angels! Today, go out of your way to do something nice for someone. Even if you don’t know them. Have an amazing day! It’s my 19th Birthday by the way!
don’t be mean.
don’t be selfish of judgmental.
let your mind wander to the deepest seas, to the most colorful coral reefs, let your mind climb mountains and learn.
let your thoughts always wander while wandering away from all that is mean.
People can be very mean. They do it completely without thinking, unintentionally ripping pieces of a person’s heart apart. If we all realized when and where we were being mean, there world would be ten times better.