Shorty
07-25-2014, 07:58 PM
Sorry for the title, guys. Facebook friends may or may not have seen me listing potential personal essay titles narrating frightening and/or funny situations with friends yesterday.
What are some horrible, sad, unfortunate, or otherwise tragic circumstances that have happened to you in your life that were terrible at the time but are now the source of a funny story?
When I was six years old or so, I put a tiny little child-sized chair on top of a five-drawer dresser in our bedroom. I've probably told this story here before. The dresser sat immediately next to the bunkbed I shared with one of my sisters (I got the top bunk, obviously, because I am the eldest), and it being a five-drawer dresser and me being six (or so), it was a very tall piece of furniture. So I've set up this child-sized chair on the surface of the dresser and have declared myself Queen of the Dresser and the tiny chair is my throne.
The next oldest sister, Erica, did not like me calling myself Queen of the Dresser. (It may have had something to do with me requiring my sisters to all be my subject minions and to fetch me Capri-Suns at my demand or something. I was a tyrannical eldest sibling.) She disliked this fact so much that she decided to yank on the leg of the chair. I don't think she quite intended for what was to happened that happened, but I went flying off of my little aluminum throne and my head connected squarely with the corner of the other bunkbed in the room. I had to get stitches and still have a scar today on my eyebrow, which smurfs up my hope of ever having perfect, naturally-shaped eyebrows.
Not long after, Erica was running around in our living room and tripped right into our blocky stone fireplace, which resulted in her own skull cracking open. Justice had never tasted sweeter, and as a child, I couldn't have been more thrilled for the harm of my own sister.
What are some horrible, sad, unfortunate, or otherwise tragic circumstances that have happened to you in your life that were terrible at the time but are now the source of a funny story?
When I was six years old or so, I put a tiny little child-sized chair on top of a five-drawer dresser in our bedroom. I've probably told this story here before. The dresser sat immediately next to the bunkbed I shared with one of my sisters (I got the top bunk, obviously, because I am the eldest), and it being a five-drawer dresser and me being six (or so), it was a very tall piece of furniture. So I've set up this child-sized chair on the surface of the dresser and have declared myself Queen of the Dresser and the tiny chair is my throne.
The next oldest sister, Erica, did not like me calling myself Queen of the Dresser. (It may have had something to do with me requiring my sisters to all be my subject minions and to fetch me Capri-Suns at my demand or something. I was a tyrannical eldest sibling.) She disliked this fact so much that she decided to yank on the leg of the chair. I don't think she quite intended for what was to happened that happened, but I went flying off of my little aluminum throne and my head connected squarely with the corner of the other bunkbed in the room. I had to get stitches and still have a scar today on my eyebrow, which smurfs up my hope of ever having perfect, naturally-shaped eyebrows.
Not long after, Erica was running around in our living room and tripped right into our blocky stone fireplace, which resulted in her own skull cracking open. Justice had never tasted sweeter, and as a child, I couldn't have been more thrilled for the harm of my own sister.