I wanted so badly to be cool. I wanted to be one of those kids at
school that everyone knew was cool and popular. My sister was pretty
cool and she was always doing cool things so I think that is the
reason I put up with her abuse, because I wanted to be included in
her inner circle. She did not want me in her inner circle unless it
was for some entertainment. One night some of her girlfriends and her
decided that it would be funny to wrap my head up in duct tape. There
is a steep drop-off in the perception of humor in the ol' wrap your
head in duct tape joke depending on if you are the taper or the
tapee. The four girls chased me and held me down while my sister
wrapped my head up in duct tape until there was only holes for tears
and snot to come out off. You know what is worse than having your
head wrapped in duct tape? Answer: having your head unwrapped from
duct tape. When I had gained some composure I tried to unwrap myself
but found I was quite in capable of inflicting that amount of pain on
myself. My sister offered to help but I told her there was no way in
cussing swear cuss I would ever let her 'help' me. I was able to slip
some scissors under the edges and cut the mainly monolithic wrapping
into painful little strips which I was able to rip off before my self
preservational instincts kicked in and made me stop to recoup. When I
was done my head was stinging and raw with lots of missing hair and
lots of glue from the tape that looked a little like boogers and
would not wash out of my hair. I had my sister cut my hair down
passed the damage and I was really sad about being abuse but as her
penitence my sister let me hang out with her and her cute friends the
rest of the night which made up for it a little.
