crcb/emo_is huggingface dataset:
Last year my freshman yr. It was a day in March I did well on  
some tests. I seemed to finally adjust to college, it was hot and  
sunny. I was walking in front of a frat. when I heard Beach Boys  
"Surfin'USA". I had this overwhelming feeling that to be at CAL  
was good. I still have it somewhat.
When I applied for the college entrance examination to FUVEST,  
and I wasn't approved in the second fase.
My room-mate locked up our room without specifying where I would  
find the keys.  I had to spend several hours in my other friend's  
room.
A certain person started to say dreadful things very calmly, I  
felt hurt and disgusted.
I broke my knee when I was skiing over "Yastrebetz" (a racing  
track in a Bulgarian winter resort).
Incomprehension and repression towards a child's behaviour,  
commonly not accepted, and making the child cry.
Sort of awkward. I'd introduced (a lover) but introduced as a  
friend to some members of my family, and my niece Yavanna who's  
six was home from school and at Mum's and Dad's and was really  
silly and at first it was ok, but it went on and on - yukky pooh!  
You eat your snot, etc. and I felt cross she wouldn't stop. But  
she had an audience and was in one of those moods. Once I'd  
accepted it was something everyone does at time I felt better -  
it was partly having my friend there.
My father was away from home and he did not come back when he was  
expected, he came back several hours later than expected.
Jealous of my husband's old girlfriend.  We met her with her  
husband and there was a lot of reminiscing.
When my elder brother, who had gone abroad to study  for six  
years, came back home safe and in good health.
I was on vacation, and therefore I did not attend a meeting of  
the day care centre.  Nevertheless, the very day I came back they  
called me early morining to ask me "what are you going to do  
about the matter ?" (which had been discussed in the meeting).   
Then I got angry.
A friend of mine came to visit and stayed with my roommate and me.  
My roommate and she became good friends. After she left, he  
didn't talk too highly of her.
One of my relatives became seriously ill. I felt sad because I  
didn't know if she will ever be the same again.
During my first week in Graz I met a girl who I had got to know  
in the train from Amsterdam to Graz. Although I had considered  
her very sympathetic, we had seperated without changing our  
adresses.
In college, I started a discussion with the teacher referring to  
a question I posed. I felt very unsure and I was afraid to fail.
When a good friend of me told me one evening that she didn't want  
to live anymore.
On a trip abroad, a lady-like member of our group turned out to  
be an alcoholic.  She spoilt many days of my holidays because of  
her behaviour and paranoia.
Meeting with two of my friends I had not seen for 15 years. They  
were special people to me.
When I see all the putridness of people. The fact is the catarrh  
and spits that whash the streets of S.Paulo.
My young brother took my wristwatch in my abscence and sold it to  
his friend at a cheaper price.
I felt guilty one day when I was accused of running away from  
classes and I was caught.
I woke up in the middle of the night of a nightmare, I was alone,  
it was very quiet and very dark.
I have a fobic anxiety for elevators. This anxiety is worst at  
the moment when the doors have to open. I have it often in the  
elevator at our university.
I came across a group of people with the same basic ideas/beliefs  
who were all fighting and going against what they would say was  
good.
I remember that when I was in school I saw a case of partiality -  
one of the teachers gave private coaching classes to some girls  
and she would give these girls extra attention in class and would  
ignore the others.
About a dozen girls laughed at me and I was sure that there was  
nothing wrong with me.
I was for the first time on a brigade this year. At that time my  
sister was to bear a child. I was mad with joy when I opened the  
telegram from my parents and learned I had a nephew.
My parents attitude towards each other when they should become  
reconciled, despite my father's long-time addiction.
My partner without discussing with me the situation decided it  
was time for us to have a break and went ahead and arranged his  
own life for the next 6-12 months, then told me the day before it  
was about to happen having been tolerant and friendly for the  
preceding week.
Scuffle in a carriage of the underground in Vienna, three drunk  
men thrashed a man in a wheel chair - I watched the scene from  
another carriage.
When my friend and I were discussing the good looks of a guy we  
realized that he had been listening.
When  first came to CAL I went to a rally on Sproul and I later  
learned that the rally was conducted by the Moonie cult. They  
were taking pictures at the rally, so I was afraid that they  
would circulate the pictures and then kidnap people. I did not  
know how the cult worked. I was scared.
I had high-heeled shoes one time, but a certain girl who saw the  
shoes told me that they were out of fashion and I looked as an  
old man when I was in those shoes.
I was very angry one day when my husband ignored me and slept       
on a separate bed.  He had no reasons to doubt me or to neglect  
me and I had never imagined that he could do such a thing.
I went to buy a bicycle with my father. When I wanted to pay, my  
father took his purse and payed.
When my dog died.  I had reared it for nearly three years.  It  
had been ill for several days and had not eaten anything.  One  
morning I found it dead.
When my neighbour's life was threatened by someone who was trying  
to break into his house.
On a road trip with a group of sorority and fraternity people, I  
became intoxicated and basically raped. I don't remember the  
actual event, but I know the feeling that I experienced later.
Some weeks ago I experienced a day that everything went wrong I  
broke several things I felt very ashamed for I am not a sloven.
A few days ago, I hitch-hiked to Arnhems with a friend.  
Everything went well: they picked us up very quickly, the sun was  
shining, I was feeling free and, for the first time after long  
time, happy. I really had the feeling that I was living at full  
speed.
I am disgusted with the behavior of a car driver whose car would  
run over me and my friends during our autumn brigade.
I saw a terrible accident in which the driver of a motor was  
thrown through the frontwindow of a car. His face was completely  
away.
When a crawling child got burnt because of my negligence to keep  
the child away from the fire.
When, to my surprise, I got to know about having got "very good"  
high school graduation marks.
I had a date with a friend to see a movie and my friend was late.  
 I waited for a long hour and was very angry.
The same event described under FEAR - in the bus a man sat beside  
me, with his trousers open and holding his penis.
It was about midnight and I wanted to go to the countryside (I  
was in town) to watch the stars in the sky.  My mother did not  
like this, in spite of it I went out for a while.  My mother got  
angry.
My husband and I were invited at the house of our nieghbours then  
we got an invitation on the part of my parents which we had to  
refuse. A a result they called me by words that provoked my  
anger.
When I was a child, I had a nightmare. At that time, I was not  
yet able to tell anybody about it, so I was very frightened. I  
could not explain myself all that and I had to deal with it by  
myself.
I felt anger when I saw that I was being misleaded by my  
boyfriend, he went out with other girls. I felt anger for his  
falsity.
When I was forced to decline the invitation to my mother's 70th  
birthday because of my work committments in another area.
(1) My father died. (2) My natural father contacted me a year  
after my father died and this angered me more as I thought he  
should be dead and not my father.
One evening I was watching the news on TV. Again they were  
talking about the danger of war. Suddenly I imagined what it  
might mean for me, for my friends, for the people close to me. I  
felt it a very near and possible event.
One summer when I was camping with friends they devised and  
elaborate plan to scare me by having our camp attecked by a wild  
animal (one of them) and then convincing the campground was  
the home of a satanic organization.
I was walking along a subway when I saw a group of louts.  I was  
rather afraid because I was alone.
Flirting with other girls while I already had a very good  
relationship. When there are problems in my relationship, the  
flirting increases as does the feeling of guilt.
I was wearing slippery shoes and I tumbled down in a place where  
there were many people walking by.
I always feel guilty when I see my mother sad or fed up with  
life. I really dont know the reason.
When I found out that the guy I was dating at a particular time  
had a steady relationship going on with someone else for a long  
time.
I feel this feeling at one and the same degree when I am not  
prepared to overcome certain obstacle in my life.
I feel shame when I have made a promise, I can't keep it and this  
has negative effects which are caused by my behavior.
My cousins were playing at home and one of them broke a decorative  
object which was very precious to me.
When a cousin of mine was discharged from the hospital after        
a long illness.  I had thought that this illness would never end.
I live by myself and a few weeks ago was woke by a man on the end  
of my bed coming up my bed at me. I was really angry, told him to  
get out. He was surprised, hesitated; I started to move towards  
him and he backed off - kept telling him - loudly, but firmly to  
go. Because I'd got the initiative, I succeeded. A very powerful  
message.
While reading Olli Jalonen's new book, the distant, cold and  
selfish relationships between people (in the book) made me feel  
disgusted.
I was in about Grade 7, I came home from school one day and was told  
that my mother had skin cancer and would have to go to the hospital  
straight away.
I spent an evening with my girl-friend. When we wanted to go to  
bed I was totally drunk. Next morning I felt rather ashamed.
When I was in Eindhoven on an Exhibition of Hernan Nitsche, who  
made paintings with real blood. There were also photographs about  
the killing of cows.
My roommate got married and invited me to share a flat with them.  
But with a young couple there should not be a third person. I am  
to blame for not following the advise of the others, but it is  
not late still.
I have a very big family. At my grandmother's funeral we all met  
and everybody pretended mourning. In reality it was like a  
fashion-show: everybody wanted to show himself.
When I was faced with writing an essay and I didn't want to do it  
I was angry that I had to write an essay and angry at myself for  
not having the time to write a good essay.
When I made a mistake at work and when questioned about it  
pretended I had nothing to do with the problem.
When my neighbours accused my brother of stealing their  
rose-bush, I was very angry as he had not touched it at all.
After sitting for the Standard 8 Exams for the second time in  
1979, I had great joy when I heard that I was successful in the  
Examination when the results were out.
My elder sister scolded me in front of my younger sisters and  
cousins.  She said that I was very lazy and I felt so sad that I  
cried myself to sleep.
When the whole family gets together for a one week holiday.   
Everybody feels free and the trip is well planned.  It works out  
well and we enjoy ourselves.
I broke the gutar of a colleague but as it happened in a moment  
when nobody was present I could escape from the guilt.
I can't give one description here. I often feel joyful when I  
have done things good in relation to other people especially when  
my friend says he loves me and I also tell him that I love him.
Some friends and I were having lunch.  Someone said something  
funny and one of the guys started laughing and spat his food in a girl's  
face.
[ When I have achieved what I wanted to achieve, I feel the above  
stated emotion. Also when I am sucessful.]
I was in a restaurant with my boyfriend when I saw my best female  
friend after not seeing her for two weeks.  We rejoyced, hugged  
and had a long talk.
When I think of death - not my own but that of my parents,  
brothers and sisters.
I went to the dining hall and found that the cooks were cleaning  
the plates and there was no food for me, and the blue birds   
(security guards) were busy eating the food that was supposed to  
be for me.
I had left a student newspaper of the Chinese university on the  
table of the library.  It had disappeared when I came back.
When I was watching some scenes from the Bertoluchi's film  
"Twentieth Century".
When my grandmother was about 80 years old, she lived with us for  
several years. I saw her illness. I did not even want to breath  
the air that smelled of her presence.
When our school was raided by the pupils of the boys secondary  
school who beat us up.
When someone made me a compliment after an examination just at  
the moment I needed it. It was amicable, hearty and sincere.
When I finished my exams after 12th Grade, I was worried about  
getting a T.E. Score high enough for Physiotherapy. When I found  
that I had been accepted I was ecstatic, or more appropriately,  
could jump for joy.
I had a very heavy work load and two colleagues, whom I have  
nothing against, disturbed me by "terror ringing", i.e  
continously interrupting me by telephoning.
In the morning, the cat of my landlady had vomited on the floor,  
near the staircase I take to go to the bathroom.
The house was on fire, and I was saved by the dog. I am afraid of  
the fire, verging on panic.
When I missed the chance of becoming a graduate in mining  
engineering, after having prayed one week in the church I was  
not even selected.
When my parents fight lots of time, when I'm the reason of the  
fight, I feel guilty.
I met my girlfriend on the way and she joyfully welcomed me on  
the way home.
I hated you for not letting me go and found out that it was not  
your decision.
I felt it when I received a letter telling that I had been  
classified in a national concourse of p... I felt happy and  
vanity about it.
When I feel I must be with somebody, to talk with somebody - but  
I am alone.
So as to be closer to the university I have left home and moved  
into Auckland. It now seems as if I have left home - especially  
my family - forever.
Somebody took my wristwatch and promised to have it mended and  
later was telling me that he couldn't give it back to me because I was  
rude at a certain time.
My girlfriend wanted to breakup for an indefinite amt. of time.  
She said that she couldn't commit herself fully to the  
relationship without going out with other people. I was her first  
boyfriend.
I had a very good friend (boy) and I thought I could rely on him  
but he behaved badly with a girl who used to trust us completely.
When I told my uncle a false story - that people had stolen the  
books from my room and I demanded money from him.  When he found  
out the truth I was in trouble.
New year's eve 1983/1984, I met my girlfriend.  We stood on the  
steps outside her parents home and I kissed her for the  
first time.
It was only once that I really felt sad: at my grandfather's  
funeral (after a long time of suffering he had died of cancer).
A scene in a film in which one man repressed another one. By  
concidence, their position was reversed. The other man was  
repressed in an identical way as he did before.
When I was talking to a person who is a hypocrite, I felt  
disgusted at his reaction.
Observing someone in the cafeteria noisily gulping in his food,  
having extremely bad manners.
I took my math midterm and got it back the following Wednesday in  
class. It was a totally low grade.
I felt very sad when I lost my three Kwacha at civo Stadium when  
Sam Mangwana was playing some Rumba records. That was not what I  
expected, I wanted some Disco records.
When the lady who is now my wife accepted my proposal to be my  
lover and future wife.
When I was a child I broke plates because I wasn't given food on  
the grounds of coming home late.
In 1977 when my friend was caught by a crocodile.  We were  
swimming in a river on whose banks our primary school was  
situated.  When my friend was caught, he was on the banks of the  
river and some of us were still in the middle of the river.  I  
was very frightened.
One night a very dear person said: "I hate you". Of course it was  
an impulse and this person didn't feel that about me. The person  
expressed regret, and everything was settled, but I can't forget.
I was walking in the countryside alone when I came across two  
dogs who began barking at me.  I did not know whether they were  
tied up or loose, but I was afraid of them approaching me.
I have an adopted Aboriginal sister I felt disgust due to the  
racism she has been subjected to.
I went to go get a bike innertube fixed. I fixed it and I was  
supposed to pay previously but I didn't. I said I would after I  
fixed the tire. After fixing the tire, the salesperson who helped  
me was gone so I walked out of the store without paying. I felt  
guilty so I went inside and paid for the tire.
One of my friends went and told another friend of mine that I was  
going abut with another guy in Lilongwe besides the one I had.  
She said I was seen with him hand in hand.
My parents did not approve my choice of a boyfriend (now an  
ex-boyfriend).  He happened to be 13 years older than me and he  
was considered completely unsuitable for me.  IDIOT.
I was enjoying the company of bird life while I was eating lunch  
in a park when a group of people began throwing sticks at some of  
the birds - for no reason other than the satisfaction of seeing  
them being scared away.
I put on a lot of weight in a few months and every time I met  
someone I knew would avoid them, usually by hiding because my  
self image was low and I was ashamed of what I had done to  
myself.
In August,1983, the long awaited "big envelope" (a document for  
C.U.H.K admission) arrived.  It was in the afternoon and I had  
not been doing anything.  When the postman, with his big bag,  
knocked on the door I knew what it was about.  I hurriedly  
opened the envelope and my mood at that time is hard to describe.  
 It lasted several hours and only calmed down later.
When I was a child, I heard the floor cracking and I thought  
there was a burglar in our house; I hid under the blanket and  
trembled.
I once felt guilty when a certain passenger in the same (ship,  
plane ?) which I boarded when coming from home lost his 10t which  
in fact fell into my pocket unknowingly.
In the underground's escalator, a youngish bum asked me for  
money.  Although I did not give him anything, the fellow told me  
that I was really good-looking.  A man who was in front of me  
also turned to look at me.
I was making very strong statements about infidelity in couples.  
Then I discovered that one of my best friends, who had just been through  
a very sad case of mutual infidelity, was listening.
[ I do not remember when I last felf ashamed.  I do not usually  
feel ashamed of what I do.]
Having had a very heated argument with my sister - I began  
hitting her about the head with a newspaper I was holding.
When my mother told things to my sister, which I told my mother  
in confindence.
My girlfriend lost her temper without any reason and she did not  
consider or respect my feelings.
I typed up a letter for this physician at work. She didn't care  
for my style, even though she was not using correct English. I  
told her it was her letter and we would do it her way.
Watching an alcoholic woman who was approaching everyone at the  
wharf for cigarettes - a prostitute in Auckland (elderly).
When I deny something to my sister and after a while I feel sorry  
and try to bypass the situation.
In a lift a drunken, fat and untidy man tried to make advances at  
me.
A friend started to insult another person without reason and I  
felt ashamed of her behavior.
My father promised to send me pocket money at the month-end since  
I wanted to buy a new pair of shoes when I was at secondary  
school, but he didn't.
When I heard about the death of somebody I liked very much and I  
was not present either to see the person or to try to share my  
emotions with other friends.
I received the mid-term exam paper of one of my major subjects  
and I found that I had failed it.
Once, late at night, I was biking home and overtook a man. He  
said to me "Hello darling" I was terrified and imagined the  
wildest scenes.
[ During a certain period, I felt successful and extremely satisfied.    
When I found that any tasks or decisions that I had made were better   
than expected.]
I helped my little sister (13 years) learning mathematics.  
Obviously she did not want to understand what I explained and  
started to cry. I grew angry.
I got 100 FIM too much when I changed money at the bank.  They  
soon called me at my job and the situation was embarrasing for  
me.
When my friend got very low marks in field work even though he  
had worked throughout the year, I had this feeling.
When there was a possibility of getting on better in professional  
life. I valorized very much this aspect. People showed me this  
possibility, not the real fact (even because until now ...)
A friend came to tell me that her father invited me to go on  
holiday with them in Benidorm otherwise I could not afford to go  
on holiday.
In certain occasion I have a fight with my boyfriend. During the  
fight I closed the door at his face. He went away but came back  
next day.
Having an affair with my good friend's best friend. And every time  
I see my best friend I feel guilt because we can't tell him.
When I realized that I had a hole in my trousers after having gone  
for a walk.
Some time ago we had a tournament in our tennis-club. For  
tactical reasons I was chosen to play against a much weaker  
player than I am. Although it would have been enough simply to  
win the game, I defeated him extremely. This would not have been  
necessary.
My mother always evokes feelings of guilt in me. For instance  
when I miss the last bus I know she will be concerned for me and  
stay awake till I arrive.
When I got to know about the reaction of a friend of mine in a  
certain situation.  I had not expected him to react that way.
When I received a letter from a woman I thought had not ever  
cared for me.  This was when I needed her and I was overjoyed to  
learn that it was me who was delaying things.
A quarrel was followed by the decision of leaving a person close  
to me. Several days later my regret was great. I was beside  
myself. Quite unexpectedly he came and the conflict was calmly  
solved. I was glad at the possibility to be with him.
When I was very young and we moved as a family to Auckland from  
Wellington, this meant new school and friends (etc.).
That afternoon I received two messages informing me, one that my  
brother was in a coma in the U.T.H suffering (kidney disease) and  
two, that my uncle met with an accident on his way to the hospital  
 to see my brother.
Losing my temper and allowing myself to act childishly by yelling  
and screaming at a person who I felt had done me wrong - in  
effect lowering myself to their level.
When I was about six years old, I mistook a cat for a leopard       
when it entered my room at night.
I had promised my friend to take her to an important appontment  
but I was late. So she missed the opportunity to get a wellpayed  
holiday job.
One day I had sunned my favourite shirt and was putting it back  
in the wardrobe when my younger brother snatched it from me and  
wore it.  He had not had a bath and was very dirty.  I scolded him  
but he answered back and locked himself up in a room.  I was very  
angry so I starteed kicking on the door and abusing him loudly  
and freely.
When I was told by the doctor, after many months of coughing,  
that I had tuberculosis.