crcb/emo_is huggingface dataset:
When I was in lower six class during the Summer I joined a  
research group of the Chinese university student union.  I knew  
a lot of CV students there.  A year later one of them was  
travelling in mainland China and he got T.B.  He died a few weeks  
after coming back to H.K.  We all got together for the funeral  
and when I looked at the body for the last time I felt extremely  
sad.
My boy-friend had promised me to come home at about 10 p.m. He  
did not return until midnight and had consumed a lot of alcohol.
I had gone to the hospital for my research and got late in  
reaching home.  I feared that when I reached home there would be  
a quarrel because of my being late.
The first day that I was close to a dead body, in my third year  
at UNZA, school of medicine.
I was returning from the Universtity at night when I was accosted  
by a boy who molested me, passing his hands on my body.
I felt a sense of shame when I compromised a colleague of mine. I  
got an information from him which I quite out of place shared  
with another colleague of mine and it resulted in an unpleasant  
consequence for him.
At night when I was alone at home (all the family members usually  
get together at that time) someone knocked vigorously on the  
door.
At primary school I was accused by some boys of being in love  
with a certain girl in their class so they had to shout and beat  
the girl and the matter was reported to the headmaster.
I felt disgust with a lady teacher who used to nag, to mock, to  
interrupt everyone of my fellow students each time we had a class  
with her in our first year.
Since I moved into the dorms and I've been spending most of my  
free time with my boyfriend. I hardly see my old high school  
friends. I had several bad incidents with my 2 past best friends.
At a friend's birthday party with some of my closest friends.  It  
was all very pleasant and one could say that I was happy to have  
such good friends.
When I came to know that my father and his parents were : self  
interested, dirty, negative, egoist, bad peolpe,......
This morning during my sleep I had a feeling that someboby was  
attacking me.  I started crying in my sleep and then my room-mate  
woke me up.
I wanted to go to Bhopal for relief work (gas tragedy).  My boss  
simply refused to let me go, I was so angry that the only thought  
that came to my mind was to quit the job.
I dreamed that this girl and I were cuddling in bed when my  
girlfriend walked in. I really love my girlfriend so I felt  
guilty and sad. I know that this is a wierd example but the dream  
and the feeling was clear to me as if it had really happened.
When I learned that my former boyfriend had become engaged -  
although I was glad that he had found what he wanted, I was very  
sad at my own personal loss, since I had always hoped we might  
one day reconcile.
At a party I met a girl who drew me to her, told me some nonsense  
and always wanted to kiss me.
When I realized that it did not make much sense to start a  
relationship with a girl who was not very constructive to  
establish a firm relationship.
A friend came to visit me late one night. He promised to stay  
only a quarter of an hour, but he stayed 5 hours !! He didn't  
leave and I was very angry.
On my way through lonely streets I met with a huge stray dog. It  
stopped at some distance and looked at me. I tried to ignore it  
but I was very frightened.
It was the first time that I gave a birthday present to my friend.  
  She wrote me a letter as she is my girlfriend.  The content of  
the letter was so sweet that it made me feel very happy.
In the recent lightning storm, bolts of lightning were hitting  
close by (1/8 mile). I was in bed at the time and was afraid I  
might be struck.
When I gave birth to a child and saw that it was normal when it  
was put against my breast.
A sudden doubt made me run for a long time in a rainy autumn  
night. When I reached the intended place I saw my beloved in  
another man's arms. A sudden blow, grief, I cannot qualify it, it  
is painful for me to remember about it.
When I was a child, I had a terrible nightmare with St. Nicholas'  
Devil Servant. I asked my mother if he really existed and she  
said yes. The following nights I could not sleep and a  
light had to be left turned on.
Recent break-up with my girlfriend. We had been together for over  
a year. I was overseas and discovered over the phone (while I was  
at work).
I missed an opportunity to go abroad because of some silly  
mistakes for which I had to suffer a lot.
When the Real Madrid team of basket ball qualified for the final  
of the Europe Cup at Athens.
After my shoulder operation, I woke up in the hospital room  
alone. I was in pain and was still under heavy medications. I  
could not find my parents.
Car accident. I let a 16-year old, incompetent parson take the  
wheel and I feel very guilty about what happened even though I  
suffered the worst injuries.
When I found out that my sister had been playing with my  
confidential things which she had taken from my hand-bag.
When I was 8 years old, I would usually come home from school  
with my mother in a car.  For the first time I had to take the  
school bus, and I mistook the bus stop and found myself two  
kilometres away from where I lived.  I was very scared, wondering  
how I would get back home.
After a busy day I went back to my hostel.  I closed the door and  
had a drink, then I read my favourite book on the bed.  Suddenly  
I felt peace and joy.
I was sitting in a station-hall and watching a lavatory  
attendant. She was very dirty. She started to eat something out  
of a dirty cup - it must have been something like lard. Then she  
took some breadcrumbs out of the pockets of her apron and ate  
them. I had to leave - I felt like vomitting.
I was approaching my exam time and my books got stolen.  I was in  
a panic as I thought that I would not do well enough to be  
considered for the economics quota.  I cried a lot but that did  
not help and as the exam day came near a strange fear gripped me.
When I was driving my motorbike I went into a bend incautiously  
and fell down. I was slightly hurt, the motorbike was slightly  
damaged.
When I had lied, saying that I never take bread from the dinning  
hall and a friend of mine caught me doing it.  He thus proved to  
me that I did in fact take the bread.
Someone who was speeding was forced to slow down when I pulled  
out onto the road and proceeded to abuse me at the next set of  
traffic lights.
I had an argument with my boyfriend.  It was my fault but my  
pride would not let me admit it.
While trying to board a train I missed the footsteps and fell  
down on the platform.
One day when I was working, I went out for dinner with friends  
without my parents knowledge and I only came home at 2300 hours.
Listening and watching a tape of someone with AIDS being  
prejudiced against at a counselling course on AIDS with 20  
others.
My grandfather had lung-cancer and was being nursed at  
home.  I felt fear when I was alone with him and he almost choked  
on mucus secretions.
I am disgusted with my sister's husband. On an early Sunday  
morning after having knocked at my door, he suddenly rushed in  
and finching me still in bed he began quarrelling about  
something. I could not understand. I heard his last words: "Don't  
stare at me so because I'll beat you in your bed" I got up  
terrified and a thrashing followed.
In cinema I saw a film which showed how a person was torn out his  
guts when he was still alive.
When I was 5, a few of my friends and I would light matches for  
fun. One of my friends confessed to her parents and my parents, I  
guess, knew or suspected I was involved but I said I knew  
nothing about it.
I was walking alone along the place where people fear that there  
are always thieves there and the people who kill their friends  
during the night two months ago.
I felt guilty at being part of the successful people. Felt guilty  
at being a student when other people were not. Guilt about being  
a potential success in various areas of society. (So stupid this  
emotion)
My grandmother several times has been struck by cerebral  
hemorrhages. Until now she recovered well each time, but there is  
always the threat to loose her.
A friend wanted to give me a surprise into my room and I thought  
she was stealing from the room.
I experience this emotion quite often but the day I was most  
angry was the day I got pulled up for something I had not done.   
It happened during my school days, I had not spoken a word in  
class but the monitor had written my name on the board.  So I  
had a remark in my callender which I had to get signed by my  
parents.  This remark resulted in me being spanked.
I met some nice people during my holdidays. When they left I knew  
that I would never see them again.
Once by coincidence I clutched a stranger (in a rather intimate  
way), thinking it was my boyfriend. When by hindsight I  
feel ashamed when thinking about it.
When my mother was tremendous on the phone and we talked for  
hours. She was in a good mood.
A drunkard fell, started bleeding and wet himself.  Disgust that  
turned into sadness-unpleasantness.
I came home from school very keyed up. At the dinner table I  
unfortunately unloaded a lot of my hostility off on one of my  
parents. I'm ashamed that I didn't dispate and control these  
feelings before coming to the table or even let the energy build  
up in the first place.
When I was a child I used to play with my cousin gushing wather  
to each other in front of the door of my house. One day we  
decided to gush with on a passing car. The driver stopped and  
went to discuss with my mother and my aunt that were there.
When I see that my mother forces my little brother (15 years) to  
work very hard for school. I don't agree that she constantly puts  
him to work, but I don't tell it to her, so nothing changes.
I walked up the main street of Auckland at 10 o'clock at night. I  
expected it to be very active with people, gangs, fast cars etc,  
thought it was actually quite quiet, though also oppressive. I  
walked about half a mile and bought a drink along the way.
I was very fat and felt absolutely unwell. I was afraid of  
leaving the house and getting to know new people.
I felt guilty the other day because I took two pieces of bread  
instead of one in the Cafeteria and some of the girls were short  
of bread.
When I was at home alone, I felt a super-natural force, dangerous  
for me and the people close to me.
I passed on some gossip that was untrue and cause two friends to  
have a fight who were already experiencing difficulties with each  
other.
I felt guilty about talking negatively, and agreeing with a  
person who was doing likewise, about a non-present third person.
I had an accident with a trafic police car that was packed at a  
curve without any visibility and against all traffic regulations  
in a strong snowstorm. As a result I still cannot repair my car  
because of the missing spare parts.
A friend of mine called me when I was not at home.  I phoned her  
back to know what she wanted and she told me that she had dialled  
the wrong number.
When I was studying in the library - preparing for a test, two  
people sitting next to me talked to each other for 20 minutes.   
There were no other seats so I could not go elsewhere and I did    
not want to interrupt them, so I could only be angry in my heart.
I applied for a job of GALSO counselor and I made the strongest  
possible application but was denied an interview. I felt  
disgusted at the system which by promoting the cause of  
minorities makes employing whites lowest priority.
When we had swimming instruction, we had to take a header from  
the springboard. I usually refused to do that, but at least I was  
forced to.
At night when I was coming from Lingadzi Inn I heard a hyena  
crying in the Lingadzi jungle. I was alone.
My father promised me a bicycle for my birthday. Just before my  
birthday he forgot he promised this to me.
Some noisy guests arrived at the hotel.  I had been slightly  
irritated earlier.  At night when I was trying to sleep they were  
having a party so I went and yelled at them.  I wanted to sleep  
as I had to get up early the next day.
An officer at the Dean of students office had promised me to give  
me a room the next day, but he failed to keep his promise.
I broke a glass of glycerine at the Z.C.B.C store in Ndola.
One night, I was alone at home.  My fear was caused by some  
strange noises which put my imagination to work.
A letter from my boyfriend began in such a way that I thought he  
was going to end our relationship. I was afraid of reading the  
rest.
When my grandmother died - I wasn't sad so much that she'd died  
because she was old, but because she lived in the last few years  
in an old people's home and had nothing very much that was hers -  
no chair, or private space, and when I went to visit she would be  
sitting in the "lliving" room the TV room. It was hopeless. And I  
felt awkward so I didn't go and I was sad 'cos how I couldn't.
I was afraid when I met my Uncle because this time I was with my  
boyfriend I thought I was not going to be given pocket money.
When I first failed my standard 8 exams for the first attempt for  
Form I selection.
When we decided, my boyfriend and I, that we would separate, I  
realized that he would have wanted to continue our relationship  
and the coming separation hurt him.
When my boyfriend was changing his behavior there was something  
wrong, I felt sad, because it's desagreable when a relationship  
is ending.
When I knew about my sister's in law finacial situation and what  
she was facing.
A few months back I had gone to my friend's place and they offered  
me tea and coffee.  I do not have the habit of drinking tea or  
coffee and so they offered me a glass of milk instead, so I felt ashamed.
When someone ignores what I am saying or doesn't let me have my  
point of view and they monopolise a conversation.
My best friend at school told lies about me to a boy I was seeing  
and went out with him herself.
I gave some personal information to a friend of mine, and he told  
it to some others who were implicated in the affair.
When I first came to the UNZA I did not know the kind of people I  
would find here and the kind of behaviour they would have towards  
me.
I borrowed a car which was supposed to be used for a long journey  
a few hours later, and one of the tyres burst in the middle of  
the town and I did not know what to do.
When an unpleasant person tried to make friends with me.  A  
subtle, small, insignificant, grey being whose helplessness and  
neutrality evoked the feeling of disgust in me.
When I walk through streets late at night. This is because I and  
my friends were attacked one night without any reason for it.
When my first boyfriend left me. I tried not to let him  
understand I felt miserable.
A person close to me mistook my good intentions for bad, and  
therefore associated unpleasant traits to me.
Students fear many things but we seem to fear the examinations  
most of all. I remember I was horror stricken before my  
microbiology exam, because it was a decisive one.
At a party my best girlfriend got really drunk and went off with  
a guy she knows I really like.
When my mother scolded me for coming home late, i.e after 7 P.M.
The holidays come to an end, and the next day we had to go back  
to University and to the exams.
After a weekend at a seminar I saw my husband again. I hurried  
home hoping he would be there. We embraced - I enjoyed feeling  
his body.
I do not like one of our neighbours as they are very selfish.   
Whenever they want something or need help they come to see us,   
otherwise they do not even bother about people who live next to  
them.
Some of my friends had an argument.  I had earlier phoned one  
of them and that may have influenced him to argue.
I was at home alone when I realized that a young roe approached  
our house. I hid because I did not want to frighten it. It  
limped. Some time later, when I thought that it had already run  
away, I saw it lying on our terrace. I came nearer and saw that  
it was terribly wounded. I informed the ranger who said that the  
roe must have been attacked by dogs. He had to shoot it.
This is an incident that many of us witness in our everyday life  
in a city like Bombay.  One day I was travelling by bus, three  
men dragged two fellows out of the bus.  Once outside they were  
beaten into pulp.  These two fellows, who got beaten, were pick-pockets  
and they were being beaten by all and sundry.  I thought to  
myself -"what is life?".  It is one hell of a place where  
everyone is after someone else.  One waits to cut the throat of  
the other one just for a living, (money).  When I think about  
such things - the purpose of life, etc, I feel very disgusted and  
dejected.
A friend told me how he managed to win the sympathy of as many  
people as possible. He said he first listened to what they said  
and then he tried to only say things they would like to hear.  
He would never express his own opinion. I felt really disgusted  
when he told that.
When an uncle of mine, who was close to me, passed away after  
having had a stroke, before his first daughter could be named.
I "picked up" a girl and I thought that I had misused my  
position and authority over her as there did not seem to be any  
realistic possibility of continuing the relationship.
A man treated his dog very badly - he insulted and beated him  
until the dog kept lying on the floor with his tail drawn in.
Normally my father never tells vulgar jokes, we do not speak  
about sexual things, too. But once he told such a vulgar joke,  
that I was really disgusted. He did not tell me, but some of his  
friends, but I was present.
While swimming, I hit my head at the bottom of the pool and  
required stitches. I later learned that the consequences could  
have been much more severe and that terrified me.
When I talked to a psychotherapist for the first time, I started  
to cry; first I talked to him but he did not say anything and  
after a while I was crying.
Two years ago my best friend died in an accident, just a day  
before my birthray.  We were very close to each other and I felt  
very sad at loosing a close friend.
The murder of two girls on a school trip to Berlin (and sexual  
crimes generally) a couple of years ago.
During a class I was asked a question which I did not hear very  
clearly, so I gave an answer which was not related to the  
question and everyone started laughing at me.
Some time back I had signed a letter which I had not read.  What  
had happened is that something had been written against my  
friend and this went to the higher authorities.  My friend asked me   
-"you also signed ?"
Boyfriend doing cleaning in situation where it was my job to do  
it. Later snapped at him over trivial thing. He looked downcast.  
I felt guilty - "he's just done all that work for me".
When a girl in my class (on the secondary school) appeased the  
teacher, resulting in getting a higher grade. This occurred often  
with her.
I live with my boyfriend, we have a close relationship, I fell in  
love with another man.
I was very scared at the time of the Ty.B.Sc examination as I had  
decided to get 1st class results.  I was afraid thinking of how  
the papers would be.
I felt very sad when a friend of mine failed the final exam and  
she could not be accepted at the institution of learning.
The person whom I liked most left me for a friend of mine, after  
several months of mutual help and a profound knowledge of each  
other.
A borrowed car broke down while I was using it.  It was not my  
fault, nevertheless I felt guilty.
I felt guilt when my friends were punished to slash grass at the  
gound because of making noise in class. I was in the group of  
noise-makers but I denied having done any noise.
I felt the above condition when I was found in a house playing  
with another man's wife where I was asked questions and I was  
unable to answer.
The last time I was face to face with with the monstrous dog  
which lives in my street.
I was eating in a very nice restaurant, when the servant asked  
whether I liked the food I told him that I liked it but that  
there was one thing which wasn't so good. The servant than worked  
very hard to make it good.
My episode of fright happened when I came to study.  I had to  
stand in front of my still unknown fellow students and talk about  
myself.  My hands shook, I flushed and became tongue-tied.
When I talked with a teacher yesterday who, to say the least, was  
rude and unwise and had irrelevant opinions about a friend.
There is a mad boy in our village. This boy hit me with a raw  
paw-paw in the face.
I promised my friends that I would take care of something, but I  
kept forgetting about it.  When they asked me about it, I  
promised to do it immediately.  However, I got started only after  
a couple of months.  I felt that I had betrayed my friends.
I met intoxicated people with dubious intentions in a back alley  
one Wednesday night.
I went home all alone from a restaurant. It was dark, I went very  
fast. Behind me, there were some drunk men who shouted at me. By  
chance, I met some friends who accompanied me.
Summer, heavy rain, storm - I was standing with my face stick to  
the window: the childhood, something was going away forever this  
summer, I was leaving my home, I was going to study in another  
town, for the first time I was leaving my parents, friends, I had  
to manage myself, a long and loved period of my life was over - I  
was crying.
I felt sad when I heard that my girlfriend was double-crossing me  
with the boy who is my best friend.
I had a small argument with a relative and some other people got  
implicated.  It resulted in a proper row.
After buying a ticket, I lost it before I reached my destination  
and the bus Inspector dropped me at a place I didn't know.
Guilty when I hadn't walked my dog for quite a few days and had  
given her no attention.
I saw a man who had had a heart-attack and who was being  
treated for it.  I feared that my own father could have been  
there.
My boyfriend was playing with my cat. He was playing games with her  
and telling nice things to her.
I was studying in class at night. I was in Form II by then. There  
were rumours about an earthquake. That night dogs were chasing  
one another and passed through the window outside the classroom.  
Those who saw the dogs thought it was a lion and were terrified.  
Trying to run away the desks were dragged and there was a shaking  
movement. I thought it was an earthquake and jumped out of the  
window.
While attending some affairs, which were taking some time, with  
a bank officer, I felt that my clothes and appearance were out of place, too  
raggy.
When I left a carnaval ball at 4 o'clock a.m. I was alone in a  
foreign city and I had to go back home, when a guy appeared and  
tried to "catch me".
When I have forgotten to warn somebody for something, or when I  
have forgotten to bring something I have been asked for.
My employer took too many aspirins for a bad back and also drank  
an enormous amount of spirit.  This was dangerous  and he did  
not understand that he had done anything wrong.
One evening I saw the old guard-man I knew, change into something  
inhuman for about 5-10 seconds, this really frightened me.
One winter day I, unwillingly, was outdoors with my younger  
brother (10 years younger than me).  I lost my temper on him and  
wanted to throw my brother down the snow bank we were on.  I  
pushed him but not as hard as I had wanted to. We were alone the  
two of us.
I am not especially good at English, and after the high school  
graduation exam in English I tensely waited for the result the  
whole day.  In the evening, when I heard that I had done  
excellently, I became very happy and the anxiety vanished.  My  
family was at home.
I was looking at a one-man show on television. He told very  
disgusting things so that I started to be disgusted with it.  
(Later on it proved that this was his intention).
Discussing with a certain person about a job I was getting and  
that perosn was negative and pessimistic.