crcb/emo_is huggingface dataset:
My daughter was 2 yrs she went up to a colt tried to hit it. It  
turned on her and kicked her over the heart, sent her flying  
through the air. I left my mother and sister to deal to her as  
they are nurses. I felt I didn't want to know if she was going to  
die, it was just too much.
Feeling unable to preserve one's ideas and ambitions as innocent  
as they are when you are young.
On my birthday, my closest friends were here at Berkeley pithched  
in a lot of money each and bought me ten records to replace some  
of my records that were stolen. They threw a small surprise party  
for me too.
It was in a tramway-carriage: A stranger insulted a girl just  
because she blew her nose. I detested his behaviour.
I felt guilty of revealing a secret to my in-law. I told her that  
my brother and I had gone to disconight which is a thing my  
brother didn't want to let her know. Later my brother was accused  
of spending a night out.
When someone I love told me that she did not love me anymore and  
that she wanted all the snaps that she had given me in exchange  
for the ones I had given her.
A person whom I thought to be honest took and spend the little  
money that I had and I had no way of getting any money in the  
few following months.
When my relationship with my family is very poor I often fear  
being excluded from the group, a fear which is stronger in  
situations when an argument is on hand.
After moving out of my apt. I took all the furniture and dishes  
and everything. It was mine but I took it all just to spite my  
roomies. We had a few (a lot) of disagreements. I felt guilt for  
moving out for the bad reasons.
This is an event I will never forget.  I am considered a good  
mimic.  This particular day we were waiting for a professor  
to take her class.  This  professor had a peculiar accent and a  
very horrible way of lecturing and to top it all we had this  
class at the fag end of the day.  So this particular day I got  
into my element and started imitating the professor, and the  
professor entered the class right in the middle of it .  I was  
unaware of her presence, some of my friends tried to warn me but  
it was of no avail as I was too engrossed in mimicing.  Then I  
suddenly noticed the silence and turned around to see her  
entering the class.  I do not know till today if she actually saw  
what I had been doing or she had completely ignored it.  Through   
out that lecture I died of shame.  All the more shameful was the  
fact that she gave me a character certificate.
When I meet old past pupils of mine - and find they are all doing  
well - I feel joy. Yesterday I met a young woman (20 yrs) I'd  
taught her at 6 yrs, then at 12 yrs and hadn't seen her for last  
3-4 yrs; she was no longer a waitress but a meter maid for  
Council.
My patient died of Anaemia while I was organising blood  
transfusion for him, so I felt guilty, because I thought that may  
be I was slow.
Guilt at having pressed another person to expose/explore his  
personal weaknesses/faults, to the extent that the other person  
was made to feel terrible/defensive.
I had too much homework and examinations and I did not know how  
to organize my work.
I was so sick that my relatives thought that I was bewitched.  I  
felt like dying.
When I passed my driving test, as it was the fifth time that I  
had taken this test.
When I was accused by my brother of having stolen a 5 kwatcha  
note from my mother's bag.  I was beaten up for this, the money  
was found later.
There was a cat on the street.  It had been run over and its head was  
open.  We passed beside it.
I felt guilt towards my mother when I went to live on rooms in  
Nijmegen where I study.
I was disgusted at the existing red-tape in the government  
offices.  I accquired my passport three months after having applied for  
it and I had to go back five times to them to correct a minor  
error.
I am ashamed when I am not prepared in a subject and I have to  
answer in the presence of the patients.
One day, at an important place I met a group of girls and while  
we were waiting for a bus these girls started smoking and  
commanded me to smoke; I felt very disgusted.
Joy for me is when all my family gather around home for special  
occasions as Christmas etc. It really gives me joy to see my  
family and relatives and to observe natures productivity process  
which have been going on for centuries.
When my father found me in bed with a girl, we were deep in actioon  
when he entered the room.
I wrote a difficult Exam at one time while in my Secodary School.  
When the results were announced on the radio, I came second out  
of 80 students hence I felt joy.
My sister won a scholarship to Norway and it was particularly as  
she walked across the tarmac to get on the plane and she looked  
back at us.
I worked for seven months in a factory, and made friends with a  
fellow worker.  Later, I visited my former fellow workers and was  
told that, while in the army, my friend had shot himself.
I didn't do very well on a midterm and I'm disgusted with myself  
because I was prepared and thought I did well.
At one time while at primary school I lost a pencil case of a  
friend and I didn't mention it to her until after a fortnight.
One night, my boyfriend expressed his love for me in the canteen in  
the presence of my friends by giving me a present.
I tried after months to begin talking to my boyfriend again. He  
ignored me. I felt I had lowered my pride and became his  
"doormat".
When I received the higher level exam results, I mistook the  
grade E in mathematics for a grade F and I was shocked.
My roommate liked to listen to some meaningless songs which had  
melody but had no content.  We lived together so when he played  
the recorder I was forced to listen to them.  I could not tell  
him that I did not like to listen to the songs, as I had no right  
to disturb the freedom of others.  So I would find a pretext to  
leave the room and go somewhere else.
Anger at doctors for their treatment of me after giving birth.  
They left part of placenta behind and I bled heavily for twelve  
weeks - due to this, I felt weak and emotional, and they said I  
needed psychiatric treatment and give me no support.
One of the greatest sadness was when my grandfather died, because  
I loved him very much.
Whenever my father smokes the smell makes me feel very  
uncomfortable.  He never listens to my complaints and I curse him  
furiously in my mind.  I cannot solve this problem by violence  
because of traditional moral values.
In March I was busy studying during the night I could only sleep  
two or three hours only for fear that I would be weeded and sent  
back.
At school I was bad in mathematics. Although my teacher had  
admonished me to do my homework, one day I had forgotten to do  
it. When my teacher noticed it, I blushed and was ashamed to be  
rebuked in front of the other pupils.
When a friend of mine was drawn into a fight because of the  
stupid gang he belonged to. I felt angry with him and his  
friends. They could not think about anything sensible, but would  
fool around without taking into consideration the feelings of  
other persons.
A class-mate urged me to carry out a particular protest along  
with him, and when the time came this fellow drew back while I  
had to face the situation.
On holidays - just driving along a road beautiful scenery. Just  
with my boyfriend - not really talking but just feeling  
overwhelmed.
When I started a relation with a girl, with whom I have fallen in  
love already some time ago.
My mother suffers from a mental illness.  One night she was not  
feeling well and was sent to the hospital.  I was scared that  
she would die, and all night I was very sad and did not dare to  
close my eyes.
This happened when I could not get into the school I had  
initially wanted, and ended up doing something I had never  
thought I would do.
I was travelling in a bus from school going home for holiday. In  
the bus unfortunately I stepped on a bag in which there were  
delicate things.
I read about a murderer who brutalized his victims by cutting  
open their stomaches and taking out their bowels.
Being a spokesman for the union, I got into a quarrel with a  
colleague who had been acting disloyally over a sustained period  
of time.
In Southern Tyrol, I was gathering apples, it was a fine day, I  
was not thinking about anything, I felt an overwhelming joy.
My boyfriend breaking up with me about 7 months after I had an  
abortion. Just the fact that he was ignoring me and continued to  
do so.
[ When I break someone's things out of carelessness, or do something   
to make others feel unhappy  or hurt the self-esteem / self-confidence   
of others, especially if they happen to be friends or family members.]
Classes were over and I wanted to go home.  A friend of mine  
asked me to wait for half an hour to take him back home.  I said  
no.
I saw a neighbour, from the same appartment block as me, lying     
on the road.  He could have been injured or ill.  I kept 20  
metres away and did not go to help him.
When once my mother asked me to do some work for her at home  
because she was busy and moreover this work was to be done by a  
man. But it remained undone.
I work part-time as a shop-assistant and a customer spoke to me  
very loudly about an Indian man & white woman with children - how  
horrible that was and would I want to have little dark children.
The same situation as with sadness. I was afraid about what my  
parents would further do to distroy my relationship.
Some days ago I had a car accident. It was quite slight but  
through my fault. I felt strong shame because I had the spirits  
of a good driver.
There was a cup final match between Limbe Leaf Wanderers and  
Silver Strikers and someone promised to give me some money for  
admission fee to watch this game. Unfortunately he did not give  
me.
We had arranged a beach party with 20 people. There my father got  
drunk I felt very ashamed.
[ On discovering the red-tapism and the bureaucratic, corrupt,  
decadent, degenerated infrastucture of every public utility,  
office and service; and the rampant corruption at every single  
level of education and other institutions.]
I wanted to take something from under my bed. While doing this I  
felt a dead bird laying under my bed.
I had known the girl for a few months when I proposed to her and this  
put an end to our friendship, as from then on we started  
withdrawing from each other.  I liked her very much.
A person (a male) told me that he liked me.  He has a problem, he  
is a homosexual.
[ I feel a sense of joy whenever I complete a piece of writing  
which is part of my work.  Intense reading also brings me joy.  I  
also feel happy when I reminiscent about them.]
A close friend of mine was leaving for graduate school out of  
state. I had arranged to gather some people together the day  
before he left to be with him and have a good time, but I didn't  
pay as much attention to him as I should have.
When a very dirty class-mate farted in my  presence.  There was a  
terrible smell.
They wanted me to pay for a ticket twice because they said that  
the one I had was out of date.
A friend of mine is having psychiatric problems because of his  
mother's death ages ago. He is really quiet and because it  
relates back to his childhood I feel sadness for him. He doesn't  
lead a normal life and it just seems unfair.
After I had given the wrong answer to my students they pointed  
it out to me and I had to correct myself.
Prolonged "niggling" of friend on a single theme which I  
considered of no consequence.
When my father a 4th/5th generation colonial (from Eng.) attacked  
me verbally about my chosen partner. A man whom he discarded  
because his colour skin was not white. His ultimate disgust  
saddned me.
One day I felt dizzy during a lecture.  When the lecturer asked  
us as to who had heard the fairy tale - I was the only one who  
put up his hand and this surprised the whole class.
My girlfriend and I agreed to go to the cinema. However I  
completely forgot our appointment. I remembered it two hours  
too late when I went to visit her.
I feel shy to show all my worth when I work for the first time  
with a conductor or a producer unfamiliar to me.
The day I received the key of my apartment and we could enter in  
it, for my fiancT and I had bought it yet in plans, and it seemed  
to us that this was almost impossible to happen.
During the summer I received grade cards from my TA's. I expected  
a B no better in Computer Science. I looked at the card - I got an  
A - I was ecstatic.
One day I was chatting with children at home. Then I took a lump  
of soap and gave to one of them pretending that it was a sweet. I  
thought the child would realise that it was not. Unfortunately he  
did not and he put it in his mouth.
During a lecture, a colleague who did not know anything about the  
subject, got on my nerves asking silly questions.
When I was refused a transfer from my school to another, simply  
because it was far away from my house.
I "snapped" very abruptly at my mother when she said something  
silly and stupid, (in front of other people) she looked so  
defenceless & hurt & told them that I'm always doing that.
One night, after having decided to finish our relationship, I  
took my girlfriend home.  While driving back home, I felt that I  
had not handled the whole thing very well.
When I was accused of having impregnated someone's daughter, it  
was the girl's cousin who had done it.
I was about to share lunch with my aunt's husband when she told  
me that I would have to wait and eat with my cousins.
The acts of brutal violence in generally disgusts me. Fights,  
phisical aggrssion, etc.
I stayed for several weeks with a friend of mine before she moved  
to live with her husband. One evening he came drunk and made an  
awful scene, which I still remember.
When I was eight years old my father was run over by a car. When  
I saw his body I was sad beyond words.
Christmas Eve: there was a tension between my parents, they did  
not even try to restore a harmonic atmosphere. Mother stayed in  
her room almost the whole day. I felt alone and was very sad.
I felt guilty when I was robbed of a friend's radio at Lilongwe  
bus depot after promising that I would keep it safe.
A person walking his dog allowed it to defecate on the footpath  
outside my house. Although it had happened before, this was the  
first time I had witnessed it. All the skills I had learnt from  
PY 263 were thrown out the window when his indifference to my  
protestation was obvious to me.
I felt ashamed one day when my teacher shouted at me in the  
presence of my boyfriend.
Without my permission, my son had made popcorn after coming back  
from school.  The consequences were a spoilt kettle and chaos in  
the kitchen but what could have happened with the hot grease ?
I was in a bus with my school material when I fell and sat on the  
lap of another passenger.
I felt unfairly treated at an airport, being told to use a  
different counter (for domestic traffic only).
When a patient in the ward died (one who had been under my care).  
I felt as if I didn't give the appropriate care to the patient.
I was happy when at difficult times I could find support in my  
friend and my fiancT, I was happy because of their spiritual and  
moral help which gave me new power to struggle. I was happy then,  
I felt it in my soul.
[ When family mmembers or friends blame me for something I am not  
responsible for.  I feel very sad as it was not my fault.]
I felt sad when a friend of mine died and I felt that something  
had irrevocably gone away from me.
I was disgusted by my paranoid attitude towards myself, my  
homework at university and disgusted about my lack of retention.  
Especially in learning another language.
My mother told my uncle who is a Roman Catholic Priest  
(Redemptist Father) that I had been living in a de-facto  
relationship for three years. He was very, very angry at me.
I was carried away while talking about my visits abroad and I  
tended to boast a little, till I realized that the listener was  
amused.
When I am alone in a room with no contact with anyone -  
loneliness drains me.
[ Any situation in everyday life has this emotional sense, in  
class, in the street, at home, at the table..........]
When I thought that it was going to be impossible for me to start  
studying (due to wrong information from the student advisor).
During a football game I made an offence towards an acquaintance.  
Later on this acquaintance also tackeled me and the game became  
very rude.
I ate very fattening food in front of my boyfriend who would like  
me to lose weight. I am supposedly pursuing a modelling career  
but first I must lose weight. I had been trying to diet.
[ When I act thinking that I know everything and I then realize  
that there were things I had not thought about, thus hurting  
others.]
Practicing wind-surf my body was caught under the sail. On trying  
to get out my leg was caught in the lashing. I was afraid of  
dying by asphixia.
I read a book about the situation in South-Africa, about the  
terrible violations of human rights. I was disgusted with the  
white population.
When I was told that they had got tickets for me for a film  
marathon I wanted to see.
I was at the corner shop, which I patronise regularly I had only  
a $ 50 note and I purchased about $ 3 worth of goods that I  
really needed - the keeper made sarcastic remarks to others about  
people using him to cash notes.
I was in ILHA GRANDE with a wonderful sun, with wonderful people,  
with a wonderful sea, with a wonderful boy.
I was travelling in the South of Brasil, near the end of the  
year. I was well settled with 3 friends. At the evening of 31 M.,  
somebody, also with us, took from his purse pints of all colours,  
and the 4 of us, and other friends, that were at the same beach,  
painted each other and we went to the beach with champagne.
When I was a child: I had told my mother a lie and she found it  
out.
I felt it when a girl who was dear to me lied to my face. I got  
angry with the fact that she knew I didn't believe her but she  
kept on telling lies.
When talking with my sister, she often ventilates prejudices,  
which my father also adheres.
I felt sadness when I notice that I'm not important for a  
determinate person. We do many things for a friend, and we see  
soon after, that he doesn't do anything for us, nor thinks of us.
My grandmother died over the summer. I knew her very well, she  
baked great biscuits. She was in the hospital but expected to  
improve and go home soon. She died in her sleep.
I told my friend about how I had calculated my salary by cheating a  
little.  When my friend remarked about it, I understood that it  
was wrong to do so, and I felt ashamed.
One night,when I was in primary 5 or 6, I felt thirsty so I  
fetched the thermos to pour a cup of water for myself.  Then I  
saw my brother lowering his head and I, jokingly, poured the        
water on his head.
After joining my M.A in Social Sciences, I appeared for the first  
semester exam.  I failed one of the exams, and when I looked at  
my results I felt disgusted and then I got angry.
When, after drinking a glass of water, I found a cockroach walking  
out of the glass.
I felt the emotion when I entered a certain ward in the hospital  
to visit my relative who was sick.
My mother treated me unjustly as if I was a little child. I said  
mean things. I was unable to defend myself adequately.
When Kanishka was blown up, I really felt disgusted at people  
killing each other.
When I dropped a bottle in the state liquor store and everyboby  
started laughing.
When I found out that my good friend and roommate did not pay the  
phone bill and electric bill like he promised and let me down.
Sleeping with a girl on a Saturday night and then not contacting  
her in later days.
I remember when I was a child of a storm that made me terribly  
afraid. I thought that the house was coming down and that in the  
next day I would be dead. Everybody was awake and I stayed all  
night in bed without falling asleep.
When my mother entered surgery for a quadruple heart bypass. I  
felt intense fear at the time she was actually wheeled away.
One morning after breakfast I was still not satisfied.  My nephew  
(a small boy of 2) had not eaten his breakfast and just when I  
was taking a bit of his share someone walked in.
I bumped my dad's car in a lamp post.  He was not at home then,  
neither was he home when I left for the campus.  I did not tell  
him about the accident and I will never tell him.
When I part with my friends I feel always sad for some time. I  
can't remember a concrete example now. For example I have just  
parted with a friend of mine and I am feeling sad.
I was supposed to meet my girlfriend at a pre-arranged place but  
it took me an hour to find her.
My friend and I worked for the community centre by holding a booth.  
 One day my friend went off to another booth to play.  This  
meant that I was very busy and could not maintain order.  His  
behaviour disgusted me.
After studying a lot for my H.S.C exams, I could not make it to  
the medical stream and I felt sad about this.
It was on 9th January 1983 when I received a message from home  
telling me that my father passed away on the previous day with a  
history of cancer of the oesophagus. This time I was doing my  
third year of my Secondary School.
My boyfriend hinted over the phone about wanting to "be free".   
He thus did not say it point blank, silence followed.
One night I did not come home without telling my parents and I  
did not want to speak about it afterwards. My mother cried. I had  
a bad conscience and felt guilty.
I did not attend a social studies observation class for 1 whole  
week (I am a student trainee teacher). Anyway the other teachers  
thought this was okay because the teacher I was supposed to  
observe was not well liked. The teacher was in fact really nice  
to me - but I wanted to get out of teaching a hard topic he had  
given me.
I feel shame when sometimes, (unconsciously) I behave unethically  
and without understanding the problems of the man I love.
My 80 year old grandfather underwent three successive operations  
during a single year.  The third operation was risky and I was  
scared that he would die and feared that my grandmother would be  
very sad.
My sister in law was about to have a child, and there were some  
problems.  They had to do a Caesarean.  After a while, everything   
was all right.
I found a human "treasure" that I desired and got immediately. I  
didn't think about anything. When I touched him I imploded but I  
am whole.
I was disgusted to find out that the water isn't filtered or  
purified before it leaves Latimer Hall from the drains.
When I was told that I had not been successful in getting the job I  
had been expecting.  I was sure that I was sufficiently  
qualified.
My sister borrowed some LP records for a party. She had left them  
in the car on curatao. Due to the heat they were crooked, so I  
couldn't play them again.
Went to a movie with a date, walked on the beach (in Alameda)  
spent some time afterwards in her apt.
When my mum's brother passed away after having been involved in a  
car accident.   He was bringing me a present as I had passed my  
form five exams with flying colours.
Like guilt - the most ashamed I have ever felt was when I began  
to feel guilty about having sex with my boyfriend when it was  
only "the thing to do", and not really an act of love.
I had to take care of my little brother. When I met a friend I  
did not pay attention to him for a certain time and he was hurt  
while he was playing.
One of these people who sell meat in town used a knife to stab  
his friend and later carried on using the same knife to cut meat.
At the death of my friend's father and especially as this  
happened ten days before her wedding.
I asked someone to bring some present to my father and found out  
that he is not a reliable person. I was afraid if my father would  
not get the presents he would be angry with me.
When I got the positive result of my examination to achieve the  
Bachelor Degree in Plychology.