I can't think of anything really mean I've done.. I'm just not a mean person! I guess I fought with my parents a lot but I didn't purposely do anything horrible.

However, I did somewhat participate in one horrible act - I really just watched and didn't tell. You asked, and this is the SINGLE WORST THING I HAVE EVER DONE!

One of my roommates (a guy) was not the greatest person ever. He stole things from me and my other roommate (a girl), he kept us up at night, and was just a general idiot. He stole nearly 400 dollars from me when I left my rent for the landlord, and didn't pay me or the other girl for bills. Ended up being around 600 dollars he owed after his 4 month stay. He also had a job tutoring through the school, but he was doing something a little - uh - illegal with it. At our school, people can buy tutoring session for 3 dollars an hour, and the school pays most of the cost, so the tutor ends up making 15 dollars an hour. Now this guy was not a bad looking guy, but he was very immature considering he was 25. He was also one of the only guys in his class. He took advantage of that, combined with his good looks, to tutor girls. About 10 of them a week. He'd bring them to our house, but instead of tutoring them - he'd sleep with them. Sometimes 2 or 3 a day. We started to recognize these girls by their shoes, and we both shared a wall with him, we'd hear the 5 minutes of tutoring, the 5 minutes of seduction, and the 45 minutes of *unspecified noises*. And every week he'd bring home a paycheck from the school for the hours he "worked".
Soon, one girl in particular became one of his regulars (even though he was still "tutoring" other girls). She was over nearly every day. Everyone who was friends with us recognized this girl (by her shoes at the bottom of the stairs) and taunted her in the halls at school for how disgusting she was, though I'm sure she didn't know about the other girls.
Him and her worked up a little scheme - think about it: she only pays 3 dollars an hour. The school chips in 12 dollars an hour. All they had to do was use the schools the 12 dollars to buy 4 more hours, which the school then paid out 48 dollars. They just kept buying more and more sessions and pocketing the school's profit - and of course "tutoring" for those hours. They completely took advantage of the school's tutoring program.

So towards the end of the time, with no payback from his profit for our bills, me and my female roommate got mad. We started keeping a rap sheet (sp?) of all the dirty deeds he did, and letting the other girls in on the secret. We never did tell the school.
But one day after our things went missing, it was his last month in the house, and with the stolen rent money he took from me, I figured his room was really my room for the month. We went in and had a look around. In a drawer at the end of his bed, my roommate found a giant box of condoms. (I'm sure you can see where this is going), she ran down stairs and grabbed a pin from a poppy in a drawer, and carefully poked holes in every one of them, smoothing them over and blowing air into them so they looked untouched. The box was big enough to last him ages. I refused to do any of them, but I was happily a spectator, and certainly didn't tell him. We did tell some of the other girls we saw to be careful, but not his regular "tutor girl". She was on our bus almost daily, and to this day, nearly a year later, we can't help but laugh at her when we see her, and mutter "she's looking a little fat"...
I know, it's mean! It's terrible! But that is the SINGLE WORST ACT that I have ever participated in. Serves him right for stealing money and lying to all of those girls.

I think the meanest thing I have ever done was stir some chocolate laxative into a teacher's morning coffee. This teacher was by far the worst I ever had. He would yell and scream at kids and call them names. I got sick of it one day and swiped the laxatives out of my mother's medicine cabinet and plopped them in.

It was like shooting fish in a barrel. He went onto one of his normal tangents one day, and *sploosh*. His high-and-mighty speech ended abruptly and he made a mad dash for the loo. There was a lot of hearty guffawing and high fives all around.

When I was in grade school my mom was in and out of the psychiatric unit of a hospital due to her bipolar disorder. There was a girl in my class that was making fun of my having a "crazy" mother, she herself was always telling people that she doesn't have a mother because her mother had abandoned her and her 2 older sisters when she was very young. Everybody in my class(it was a small class) was at a birthday party and this girl had said something about my mother being in the "loony bin again" and at that point I had finally had enough and told her "at least I have a mother". To which she replied "I do have a mother". So I said "Yeah and she hated you and your sisters so much that she left without a word and hasn't tried to talk to you since". She started crying immediately and she and a lot of other girls in my class thought I had said the meanest thing in the world but I still don't regret it. I stood up for myself when I very rarely do and she had been harassing me about my mother's mental condition for months, something that neither me nor my mother could help, and that condition was putting a lot of strain on everyone in my family. That girl said what she said one time to many and I truly believe she got what she deserved. Her mother abandoned her, mine didn't she just had a lot of problems at the time and was at the hospital to help her get better.

The meanest thing I've ever done was try to get a friend back after 18 years apart. And, it was recent. What happened was she has been living with a friend of hers for about 16 years. I tried twice before to get back in touch with her, and both times the friend threatened me, threatened to leave her (he's gay and she is in love with him and can't function without him), and told me that I was bad for her. I promised not to bother her again about five years ago, but broke my promise when I got a fever and ran into her on Second Life. Okay, I didn't actually bug her. I bugged a friend of hers and a room of random people when I lost my resolve to talk to her. Yeah I choked.

But why was it mean? Because it was one of the most selfish things I ever did. Some people exit your life and you can't get them back again. I had no right. I don't even know what my plan was but I had no right to disrupt her life.

When my brother and I were growing up, we did not get along. At all. One time when we were fighting, I told him that when my mom found out she was pregnant with a boy, she cried, and not out of happiness. I made sure she understood that our mother had wanted a girl, not a boy.

I have felt guilty about this for years. And to make it worse, I am unsure about apologizing because I don't want to remind him about the incident in case he has somehow forgotten it. So I try to make living amends by not behaving in that manner again.