You heard WHAT about me?!
 

So despite being in college, I've been hearing a bit about people talking behind my back, spreading rumors, just acting like they never got out of the 'high school drama' phase. And it got me curious.

What have you heard people saying about you? They could have said it in the past, they could be saying it now. Gossip, rumors, what have you.

I realize this may not go far because, lets face it, who likes to spread rumors about themselves? But hey, its worth a shot.

As of right now, I've heard about people at my work who think I 'show off my boobs' too much, and I have people in one of my organizations who think I'm a prude. (How these two things go together, I'll NEVER KNOW.)

One thing in high school that I've always laughed about is how a number of people thought I was a lesbian. This rose from the fact that I refused to date any of those dumb asses (tossers, as Ence would call them) my hometown offered as 'men'. Losers, every last one of them, and I am so glad I waited until after high school to get involved with anyone.

So, let's hear it. What rumors can we spread? :p

Movie of the year.

Anyway, I honestly never heard much in high school or college. Nobody talks shit behind my back, and if they do, I never heard thing one about it. My friend Cory bitches about me occasionally, according to Temari anyway, but it doesn't bother me because I bitch about him just as much :)

Senior year of High School there was a rumor going around my town that I had raped a girl. I call it a rumor because formal charges were never made, probably due to the fact I didn't do it and there's no witness or evidence to a crime that never happened.

That was fun. Sike.

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Sprout, I heard you had a small penis.
Temari told me. Shhh.

In middle school, there was briefly a rumor that I was a lesbian. I barely knew what a lesbian was at that age. I think I just developed slowly, emotionally, and so I was still in the "boys are icky" phase, whereas all the other girls had moved on to the drooldroolohemgeehe'ssocute phase. Thus, lesbian?

There's also a rumor going around some Internet forum that I'm a prude. CONFIRM OR DENY?

Everyone in my high school thought I was gay because I hated a friend's boyfriend. He was a dick, cheating on her and generally treating her like crap so I was always on his case. I dislike one guy for a perfectly valid reason and I'm suddenly a lesbian. Luckily my school is apparently full of people who suck at keeping things quiet so rumors spread and die relatively quickly. Besides, I went to an arts school so "gay" wasn't bad, it was just gossip.

I wouldn't know. He wishes I at least had evidence to say that. But I dont. ;)

Oh yeah, that whole rumor about me and Sprout...? That never happened. (Or will.)

I hear that Sprout has a small penis, too!

(Fresh Frank told me.)

Wait, I heard that from Fresh Frank too!

*ponders the meaning behind this*

No, she just has an ENORMOUS vagina.

Best rumour I ever heard. I'd switched schools, because I'd come back from the UK to Canada, midway through 11th grade. Wound up at this right posh school, a lot of upper class gits in khakis, you know the type.

Anyway, here I show up, still in the height of my gutterpunk days, rocking a Dublin accent as I always do when I've been home for any stretch of time, and like I said, back then I had the mohawk and the heavy facial piercings etc. Well I played for their football teams, both of them, and baseball. Pretty much kept to myself, had my own group of friends from another school. Didn't really run with any group outside of whatever girl I happened to be hooked up with at the time.

Now, I expect comments about me at this point. I alienate a few people. Play on sports teams, hate the jocks I play with. You know, standard high school idiot stuff. But I wind up hooking up with this bird after a footy game, and she tells me that I'm really nice, given what she'd heard about me.

So I ask what she heard. And this is when I get the best possible answer ever.

Rumour around the school is that I got kicked out of my last school because I raped a girl, and stabbed her boyfriend. Now, I'm laughing. And this girl is mad as hell, because she thinks I'm laughing at -her- for initially being scared of me. So I have to nicely explain that I am neither a rapist, nor a murderer, and I've also never been kicked out of a school for anything but fighting. And that wasn't my school. Apparently this rumour had gotten ALL around the school, and "everybody" knew it.

I literally didn't shake it until halfway through 12th grade, when a friend of mine from home came in and nicely explained to people that I'd left, not been kicked out, and though I'd been known to play rough, I'd never been arrested for rape at any point in my scholastic career.

By grade 12 I'd become much more my social butterfly self, and people were more willing to accept I maybe didn't stab a guy when he caught me forcing myself on his girlfriend. Which was sweet of them.

P.S.

Frank. High five on us both being imaginary rapists.

So this rumor just came up that I have a big Vagina... I dont know WHERE people get these things.

You better blame any blimey English bastard like Shin for that one; I just bite their style, yo.

People have generally never talked about me behind my back and I... um... I don't like doing that either. If I have an issue I like to take it up with them personally and I expect people to extend me the same courtesy.

I did, however, have an incident where I some guy who a friend of mine lived with years ago start flapping his molars about how I was a rude and obnoxious drunk (which I am) to all his buddies in the same apartment complex. Naturally, I'd come over to visit my friend and I'd be getting all these looks and what have you and eventually I came to learn that they thought I was the one pissing in their bushes when I was hammered (something which I only do at my house, if at all, out of common courtesy) and thus making their door stop reek of stale-ass urine. Eventually I confronted that tosser (hehe) about it and he didn't even attempt to look me in the eye while I verbally fucked him six ways from Sunday.

Later on they found out it was some dude who lived 4 apartments over who, by the way, was caught railing his stepsister IN THE DOORWAY. This, by the way, is no rumor... I was there when they caught him and we laughed about it for AGES.

Everyone thought I was a lesbian for years. In middle school it really sucked, but I got over it and everyone just assumed it was true. I'm pretty sure half the people that knew who I was in high school still believe it, actually.

Eiffel Tower that bitch, Deni, nevermind the fact she's consenting.

But Beaner, that's not the worst. I've told everyone I know back east that you're a tranny, an illegal, and (worst of all) have shitty taste in music. So now when you come to visit, and you had better come to visit, everyone's gonna be all, "Oooh fuck that noise, no way am I chilling with Frank's crazy Mexican friend!"

And blue, if you think I'm creepy, maybe you are a prude. Ooooh shit.

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Also, I love how the lesbian rumor will probably apply to half the female population of GFF.

When I was in High School, there was a time when my doctors were messing with my meds. One of the medications they put me on made me gain weight rapidly.

During that time there were rumors going around school that I was pregnant. I was a little offended at first but then laughed it off and took it as flattery that people thought me worthy of rumors.

I had a friend (not a terribly close one, but I still considered her a friend) who came up to me one day and said, "You know, if you need baby clothes I have a bunch up in my attic from when I had a miscarriage".

Sorry frank, I misread your first post, and that's why I deleted the creepy part!

And the lesbian rumor will most assuredly apply to ALL gff women. (Except, my guess is, the actual lesbians.)

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Oh, and there's also been a startling rumor going around that my penis links the Americas.

In high school, I had a couple of close friends. These sorts of friends were the unsavory sort that people didn't like a hell of a lot.

I am pretty sure I know who started the rumor, but at the time, it was a touchy subject. She told everyone under her breath that my friend Rich and I had a hit list. This was immediately after Columbine. Needless to say, the rumor caught like wildfire.

Within one period of one school day, Rich and I were yanked by administration, interrogated, and had our lockers searched. It was hilarious because I was laughing and Rich was crying when we were getting interrogated.

Administration was APPARENTLY getting phone calls from parents and sent a letter home with every child saying that we were suspected of some awful shit, but that they were investigating - nothing to worry about. Some of the parents demanding the school get shut down for a few days, but that never happened.

We were kind of not liked at ALL after that incident. There were some genuinely amusing rumors going around about Rich and I as a "couple," which we never really were. Just pals. The shit bored high school kids will come up with is fucking AMAZING. The sexual escapades Rich and I had sounded kind of awesomely painful.

Apart from that, I heard I was a dyke a lot. Big shock there. But really, apart from that, whatever rumors were out there about me I didn't get to hear too much. Didn't phase me.

I got that one, Sass. Because I wore (and still do) this gorgeous black wool 3/4 length greatcoat. It was my grandfathers during WW II, and served as an officer's uniform in the colder countries. Some grade 9 freaked the fuck out about it and I got called to the office. Classy stuff.

I heard one of two things talked about me behind my back during high school:

I was the mean twin (or the one that no one liked)
I was the asshole who wanted to shoot up the high school.

I haven't the slightest clue how the first one happened, but the second one I told people back in 7th grade I liked playing Doom and making levels and mods for it and apparently people were still stupid enough to automatically assume that Doom = school shootings.

O, yea. I forgot to mention we DID wear trenchcoats. On rainy days. Imagine that. (Which here in fall is pretty much all the time.)

High school kids. Anything for a stick of drama, I guess. I just can't imagine this shit carrying on into your 20s, though, jesus christ.

Sounds like an awesome jacket, though. Wish I had one of those. ;_; (I've actually looked, but they're either godawful expensive or way too tiny. Fat people in tiny jackets and all that noise.)

Yeah, my grandpa was the only guy in the family my size for generations. 6'4" and built like a truck.

And yeah, Wool-Cashmere blend. Beautiful.

Yet another reason why I'm glad I'm spending my $2000 on Coachella tickets, afuckload of exuberantly expensive imported beers, a wide assortment of drugs and hookers next year instead of going to the East Coast.

Because hookers don't make it complicated when you get them 'in a family way'?

You know, I used to always hate people who spread rumors that hurt other people until I realized that most of them rung some truth. I have heard rumors about many girls, and later in life gotten to know a few of them really well, and it was unbelievable how many of the rumors are true. If guys are saying you show off your boobs too much, I'd put my money on them... sorry.

Not rumors for say, but my work is gossip central. It's really terrible. There is a group of 3 women that just stand around talking crap about the other employees whenever they're not busy. I've heard them complaining about me and how I'm "a slacker" even though I'm a harder worker then them. Sad thing is these women are about the same age as my parents. Nothing is more pathetic then a bunch of hens in their 40s and 50s that never grew the hell up.

Also about 5 years ago, a girl I had tried to ask out made the mistake of letting a loud mouth manager know about it. Within a week the whole store knew about it. I actually confronted him about it and he apologized, but alot of good that does me at that point.

Hmmmm. I never really had rumors spread about me per se, but there was plenty of trash talking behind my back to go around. The only real rumors spread were when I wasn't even a teenager yet, and when you are a kid rumors make the rounds every day so there is no real point in even mentioning those. The trash talking behind my back never bothered me though, and it still doesn't. In fact I love it, because it does nothing but motivate me. Sometimes I admit that I like being disliked too much that I can come off as a little crazy.

In HS I've heard plenty of talk about how I was weird, about how I was stupid, about how I was cold, etc. I just used those things as motivation to succeed in school and it paid off well for me.

I've never been a person who starts rumors myself. I hate the whole aspect of talking behind a person's back. It is cowardly, and disrespectful. If I have a problem with someone I either keep it to myself or let them know about it.

One of the side-effects of having Cystic Fibrosis is that there are some digestive issues, mainly that I don't digest fats well. They sort go right through me without being absorbed unless I take medication to help digest them. It's not really a big deal as long as I stick to my prescription.

But it can be a problem if the medication or dosage isn't correct. In the third grade, my doctor switched me to a newer enzyme pill and it wasn't as effective as hoped. Instead of putting me back on the meds that he knew were effective, he insisted upon constantly tweaking my dosage. Unfortunately, this gave me some very bad indigestion and I often wound up with gas. On several occasions, I just couldn't hold it in and let out a few farts in class. That's embarassing enough but as my luck had it, my high-calorie diet made them particularly nasty. Even I was offended.

Because children are the cruelest beings on the planet, the rumor quickly circulated that I had to take "fart pills"; if I didn't take them, I'd stink up the entire classroom. This was the complete opposite from the truth but nobody would listen. Eventually, my doctor accepted that the medicine was wrong for me, returned me to the old regimen, and the problem cleared up.

This rumor haunted me throughout my entire public school career, however, and it probably handicapped my success with the girls, I'm sure. Even in 11th grade, eight years after the problem, people I didn't know would approach me and ask if it was true, did I need to take "fart pills"? By then, I'd developed enough personality so that people who were around me knew that past bouts with indigestion weren't my defining characteristic, but I was always taken aback by the ignorance and gullibility of strangers.


Then there was the one rumor that insisted that I was spreading rumors. Funny how a rumor can be layered like that. It wasn't the most rampant rumor but it reached my close friend and that was a problem because the rumor stated that I was intentionally spreading rumors so that he'd break up with his girlfriend. Now, nobody could actually say what rumors it was that I was spreading, only that I was definitely saying untrue things. I attempted to point out this fallacy but my friend wasn't having it.

Now, I've told this story before but it applies here. My friend was given to vanity and anything that cast him in a bad light, no matter how untrue, was intolerable. Rather than listen to his friend since preschool, he believed the rumor and accused me of being insanely jealous that he had a girlfriend and I didn't, jealous enough to spread vicious lies. After our art class, he punched me in the stomach, dragged me down two flights of stairs by my hair, jacked me up against a locker, kneed me in the groin and forced me to apologize for something I didn't do. Then he dropped me to the ground and as I lay there in pain, he spat on me. Of course, a crowd had gathered but nobody did a damned thing to stop the senselessness, not even the teachers who watched it all happen.

The silver lining is that he was approached after school that day, by a group of seven or eight people who heard what he did and didn't believe that I was capable of being such a jerk, given the loyalty I'd displayed time and time again. They bullied him into a corner, roughed him up enough to earn his full attention, then told him that if he was ever seen laying a finger on me ever again, he'd get the shit knocked out of him by every person there. He was, essentially, a coward at heart, so he fled with his tail between his legs and avoided me from that point on.

The catch is that I never asked a soul to do that, nor did they ever inform me of their actions. It wasn't until nearly eight years after graduation that one of my friends told me what happened. He's never lied to me, so I have no reason to distrust him on this one. Those eight people protected me just because, and never expected a thing in return.

But it was all due to the flimsiest rumor.

Wait, show off your boobs too much? Who the fuck are you, the tit-patrol? Is she breaking any company rules about dress code? No? Then have a coke and shut the fuck up. Since when the hell is a low-rise shirt fetish a crime, anyway? Jesus, to quote my boy Patton Oswalt, you are going to die alone, and miss everything cool.

In high school, a rumor started around that I was anorexic. I'm sure this was fueled by the fact that I weighed a whopping 115 pounds at the time. There was even one kid who didn't know what my name was, and because of the rumor, he decided that "Anorexic" would be a good nickname for me. It was sometime around when that happened that I heard of the rumor. In reality, I am just one of those people with a ridiculously high metabolism. I honestly didn't care what people said about me, because it wasn't true, so I didn't bother fighting it, and kind of joked around about it. I stopped receiving any insults about it, so maybe it kind of died off, but then maybe it stuck around, explaining why I had no luck with girls in high school.

A few weeks before my girlfriend and I got together, a friend of mine (who may well have been into her at the time) apparently told her that I had taken a vow of chastity.


... :annoyed:


She knows better now.

Here comes another rape story!

Last year, there were two sixth form "balls" (see: raves) - One in the first term, one in the second. None in the third. Not that I was there, but anyway.

The first one was generally just a morose letdown, and I left after half an hour with a load of free food and a few cans of lager in my coat pockets. For the second, I made an effort to go to a pub with friends and get totally destroyed before turning up. Needless to say we weren't the only people with that idea, which made the event itself all the more fucking awesome.

Got there; more drinking. It culminated in me inexplicably hooking up with this girl I've known since I was eight (but we haven't shared so much as a word for almost a decade). She was wrecked. Wound up on the floor, and when she started trying to get into my boxers in the middle of the fucking dance I went straight to action and got the fuck out of there.

interesting note: i haven't talked to her about that (or anything) and it's been almost a year so i am just going to ignore it forever and never mention it again

All through the next week, I gradually discovered that all the years below mine (kids around 13-15) had built up this horrifyingly detailed account of how a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend had told them that I'd grabbed her and stuck my tongue down her throat (and the weirded variations I heard of it included all kinds of strange shit like thumbs in assholes).

But yeah other than that little thing... I'm unremarkable. Except the time I was accused of taking a shit in the swimming pool when I was nine. And that wasn't me.

There are two rumors I remember going around when I was in high school.

The first was that I stuffed my bra. This is the best rumor someone could spread about me considering I have small boobs, and it's hilarious to think that my then even smaller 14 year-old boobs were the end result of stuffing.

The other rumor was that I had sex with some guy in a bathtub. No idea where this came from, but I was walking to class one day and three guys come running up to me yelling "DID YOU FUCK GFJFG IN THE BATHTUB?!". -_-

I don't think I had a lot of rumors during high school. More than anything else I was bullied quite a lot until I got to grade 11. I guess the worse rumors were the ones I had to deal with during my first two years of university.

Two horrible rumors I had to go through were people thought I was stalker on the girls floor in college residence. The other was people thought I stole women's clothing when I use to go down to the residence laundry room.

I might as well tell the full stories to these rumors as well.

My first year of university I had a hard time adjusting to university life and I couldn't really adapt to a normal study pattern since people were pretty noisy in residence during normal hours. What I use to do is during my second semester of my first year I had set up my classes so that they would either be early in the morning or either late in the evening or during the night. So I would stay up all night and do all my work, go to class in the morning, go to sleep, wake up in the late afternoon go to class, take a nap, and go to my night classes, rather rinse and repeat. There was this girl on the all girls floor I use to visit all the time because she was a nighthawk and I was really good friends with her. Everybody on the floor thought otherwise, they didn't appreciate a guy walking up on their floor in the middle of the night even though I didn't bother anybody. My friend actually appreciated the company and sometimes she'd come down to visit me from time to time. Oh well I kept myself on that floor for a good month until that childish bullshit would stop.

The other rumor stems from the fact that when I did laundry I use to stay down in the laundry room to do my studying because I would rather listening to washers and dryers humming than listen to people screaming. People would find it juist weird that i use to studying in the laundry room. Then some fucking muscleheaded jock started a rumor that I was stealing women's underwear because sometimes girls would do their laundry and leave it for a few hours without even checking on it. I knew clothes had been stolen from the laundry room before which is always why I stayed with it when I did the laundry. He just picked me because he knew I use to stay down there when I was doing laundry; for all I know he was probably the one doing it, or he was probably just wanting to be a hero to all the girls.

It also didn't help that during my first two years of university I made friends with the wrong people. Some of these people, other people had already knew that bad facts about them but they didn't tell me and the fact that I was their friends at the time they automatically assumed I was like them as well. One of my friends was caught in the residence public computer room jerking off. The other friend was banned from the all girls floor for stalking one of the girls on the floor on a constant basis. It didn't really help with all the bad rumors i had to put up with it during my time at university.

Well god damn i'm boring, no rumours spread about me. Unless I just haven't heard them ¬_¬.

There's been an occasion where I told my sister something about someone, she then blabbed it to the girl (I mean what the fuck, she's OLDER and RELATED to me and she dug me in shit), who then was apparently pissed off at the fact i'd said it. The topic was that I said her skirt was too short. Pathetic stuff really. Anyway, I approached said girl, apologised and said my sister is missing a few social skills so she probably put it across 10 times worse than how I mentioned it and she was cool with it. Sorted.

I think perhaps a rumour that was spread around was that i'm gay because one of my best friends was well known for her sexuality. She didn't flaunt it, it just got out and people were freaked out by it (it wasn't common back then - seems to be a trend now with kids that age). But I just laugh that one off.

I never heard any serious rumors about me in middle school or high school. I generally got along well with the people in my classes. Also, if anyone had any problems with me or wanted to clarify something, they usually expressed themselves personally. Then simple misunderstandings were usually solved that way.

I suppose the only rumor that may have gone around was the usual "I heard you had a crush on ____." But those were always interesting and didn't offend or worry me at all.

In middle school, it was thought by my peers that I was from the future. It was later added in high school the I was comprised of living tissue over a metal endoskeleton. This rumor was dispelled when I explained to my schoolmates that I generally do not express emotion. This may have been sparked when I was hit in the testicles by a soccer ball during PE class and quietly limped off the field rather than drop to the ground in the fetal position.

Nothing. It's what they do.

One time, a girl told me that word was going around that I was fucking around with her sister behind her back.

It was true. :)