“When I was 12, I was gifted a pack of seaweed chips by a friend. A big, fuck-off pack. I hated them – I’m pretty sure they were stale to boot – but didn’t want to take them home or waste them, so I walked up to my group of friends (20 or so kids) and made a big deal of opening the chips, eating one and going in for another ravenously, like it was the best tasting thing in the world.Example #8
“These chips are addictive! Anyone else want one?” I handed one to my most suggestible friend. She immediately confirmed they were addictive and begged me for a second.
I acted hesitant, but then said it’d be best if we all shared. Everybody got one to begin with. I’d expected maybe a few more kids to be as suggestible and then they’d divvy up the rest amongst themselves while the rest of us would dry-heave in repulsion.
But nah, everybody – every single goddamn one of my friends – decided these chips were the best things in the world.
Long story short, it turned into a Lord of the Flies situation. Kids began fighting, a girl got slapped in the eye by some guy and cried. The bag tore, spilling the chips. A bunch of kids ate them off the floor. I’d originally been planning to reveal I’d been joking about them being addictive but I was so disgusted /awed by their response that I didn’t say anything.