Reiko-chan. Yesterday was just the tip of the iceberg: I got sunburn on the backs of my hands at the Special Olympics, I didn't have enough money to pay for an ice-cream (with mix-ins) ''and'' a drink (a small bottle of raspberry Fanta) at the Cold Rock Ice Creamery, I got lost (well, more like took two wrong turns I'd forgotten where Mum had parked!) while trying to find my mum to get a bit more cash from her, I spilled melted ice-cream on myself, and finally, when I decided to open the Fanta, it fizzed up and sprayed everywhere. I had to get the lid back on the bottle ASAP. And today, the sunburn decided to play up, the wheel thing on the flying fox at the school fair had worn out ''right when I wanted to go on it'', the boy I liked was standing just a little bit ahead of me and a friend in the line to the ice-cream and drinks stall ''but I couldn't work up the courage to go talk to him'', and by the time I ''did'' get to go on the flying fox thing, '''''the rope had become way too stretched towards the end of the run, and so regardless of the fact that I lifted up my feet, I still ended up grazing my knee, elbow and shoulder!!!''''' Pile that on top of several years of bullying, a NoodleIncident which led to a severe BreakTheCutie moment, and you have the ultimate ChewToy. ;_; (Note: All of this may seem like ArsonMurderAndJaywalking to you, but it's SeriousBusiness to me.)

Sounds more like jaywalking, jaywalking and more jaywalking. Your biggest problems are ice cream, fair rides, a crush, a scrape and some bullying? Now, here's an example of being a chew toy: A young girl goes on a friendly online community to vent a little and air some grievances. After said grievances have been aired, she is ripped on by some random stranger who calls her problems insignificant and says calling herself a chew toy is off the mark. Then uses a very meta and roundabout explanation of what a chew toy is that does not make any sense but essentially declares her one by virtue of his having replied to her post. Also she gets struck by lightning tomorrow. You're welcome.

This troper is a ChewToy surrounded almost entirely by {{Karma Houdini}}s. She has come to the conclusion that the karma of her KarmaHoudini friends somehow gets turned around in Karma Space and smacks her and her one other ChewToy friend instead. It's the only explanation she can think of as to how they do ridiculous, bad, or just plain stupid things and get off virutally scot-free, while she and her friend can do nothing, or make a single not even really that big mistake, and get their asses royally handed to them by the universe for it.

Are you my DistaffCounterpart?

This troper was in a similar position in highschool, but had the dubious pleasure of bringing one of the biggger KarmaHoudini 's down with him.

We must be, like, long-lost sisters.

This troper is without a doubt, the Chew Toy of my entire family or in any other group I've associated with, especially in my childhood. I was constantly having my locker taken. I literally had it jacked several times, with each time having my stuff stolen. This was also stuff the stealers didn't need, especially after taking the same textbooks several times. I even changed the lock each time, so they really wanted to make my life miserable (I even caught them one time, and they were laughing it up).

Before that all though, life was even worse. I can say without a doubt, that I was the person that cried the most in elementary school. Not cause I was a crybaby, but because extreme unfortunate things kept on happening to me. Ironically the place I would visit most often was the nursery in ever school I went to, literally. My father was the regular jerkass that loved smoking in my face as a baby and of course, hurting me. I've never had any real physical friends, only shallow ones that would ofter last only a semester. In fact, I'm still an unintentional loner right now.

My personality definitely doesn't match what modern society wants either and there's a big price in that for potential careers. Here's proof. My first job at the late age of 17 (I'm surprised it was a low number) was the school assistant custodian. (all the students in the school knew how much I sucked as a result) That picked up literally half a ton of trash every day. The summer part of the job was even worse, but that's too horrific to tell.

It gets worse for my future too, and the result is I'll probably die young, unfulfilled, and alone. Society really loves laughing and beating me up.

This troper believes that you are overdue for a hug. This troper will also comply with said hug, over the interweb, *hug*

SunnyV will also give you hug. *E-hug*

If you think one big stroke of bad luck is bad, try ''a whole damn lifetime of trivial ones.'' Every single positive thing I ever plan, want or '''think''' about is bound to be ruined at the ''very last moment'' by a completely unrelated and unpredictable factor ruining the whole effort regardless of how hard I try. Planning to eat something ? Too bad, your sister ate the last one during the night. Starting to have fun in an online game ? Hell no, here's some lag to mess it up. Some random guy helps you out ? Tough luck, he was out to get in your pants all along. Want to go to the doctor to check for ''what might be a cancer'' ? Fuck you, the doctor just moved out. There was this one time when I wanted to go in some place. I went three times, all closed, ''each time for a different reason''. When I finally brought myself to try a fourth time I was constantly looking around to make sure there wasn't going to be something to blow up the damn place while I was inside. I actually took the habit of predicting the outcome of situations based on how bad they would screw me over. And to top it off, there ''will'' be at least ten people to call {{Wangst}} on this entry before tomorrow. The universe will ''make'' you.

Are you secretly me? I looked at your profile and saw myself written all over it. I was just starting to recover from depression when the world suddenly decided to start making me its chew toy. It's turned me in to a really bitter, paranoid Type 2/3 (Mostly 3) {{Kuudere}}.

Update: The whole doctor thing worked out fine in the end, luckily. I guess even reality knows when to stop.

I think I love you. Of course, I'm some random jerk who reads Troper Tales in his spare time so you can probably chalk that up to the universe trying to wreck TVTropes for you, too.

Me again. I just checked out your page and it turns out I'm just old enough to be a total creeper for writing that previous thing and a guy. I assumed you were female from your writing style. So yeah, you have now received e-leers from a man. A ChewToy is you.

OP here, and guess what. That big stroke of bad luck I was talking about? Yeah, '''''that happened too''''', in the form of my surgeon father losing his job, which forces my increasingly poor family to move out of an increasingly expensive flat. No university for me. FUN!

This troper. Klutzy, unlucky, afraid of pretty much everything...ahh, good times. :D She's also been bullied (and STILL is at times), has divorced parents, is nauseous about 60% of the time, and has a boyish face.

However, her failures at life have become a major source of MemeticMutation for her and her mother. "THINGS GAIN. SENTIENCE. AND. MOVE. INTO. MY. WAY."

I'm sorry! :( That sounds awful! Have you had yourself checked! That nausea sounds serious!

This troper swears she is the universe's chew toy. If it can go wrong, it will go wrong, and it will go wrong at the worst possible time. The day the paper's due, her printer decides it's going to die. If she's trying to do something without getting injured, rest assured she comes out with some sort of injury. She has a huge presentation in a class? She'll lose her voice in the middle of the presentation, AND the visual aid will get ruined. If that's not enough, her bad karma will pretty much infect anyone that touches her. Think bad karma magnet meets constant MurphysLaw and amplify that by ten.

This troper is sure that the universe has something against her. She is often injured, sick, loses things and has no luck when it comes to love. If there is a ball in the area, she'll get hit with it. If she buys a piece of electronic equipment, it will break. My friend is the same, but since she's cute and I'm not, she is TheWoobie in my group of friends, while I'm more often the ButtMonkey or, well... TheChewToy.

A good friend of mine in High School was the ''ButtMonkey'' of our group. Life also saw fit to make him a TheChewToy as well, here is a good example of his typical day. A friend of mine throws a pen behind him in the air and it happens to land on his head, he scream and cusses very loud and causes the teacher to start yelling at him. The Band Director stops and walks outside the class room for a moment, and then blood just started pouring down his face from the head wound. This class room had a door that connected it to the outside, and his house was in walking distance from the school, so he decided to skip the last five minutes of class, something everyone did at one point or another, to go home and attend to his room instead of letting the incompetent nurse handle it. The director walks back in notices that he is gone, more than likely because he was yelling at him earlier, and then writes him up for skipping. We laughed at his misfortune.

This Troper's popularity revolves around TheChewToy. No, I am not TheLibby who breaks the chew toy, instead, I am the Chew toy. I will tell you the rise of my own school popularity. I was there, standing with the Jerk Jocks at the hallway. They bullied me, called me names, simply because I was a deviate and was naive of normal society. I cried like a moe character in an anime, and the more I cry, the more people bullied me, and thus it grew to the point where I am practically famous and is one of the popular students. I was finally broken and considered suicide, but everyone talked me out of doing it, only for them to torment me again. It seems, that not only does humanity hate me, but also the universe itself, since I am so careless to the point of losing important objects.

This troper is fairly certain that their batch has had different Chew Toys to pick on. One of them was a crybaby with a HairTriggerTemper. Another two were a bit slow with studies and not being very GenreSavvy, while one of the two being a GeniusDitz, becoming the unintentional class clown. I would give them hugs, were it not for the sad fact that any action my class does for them is now taken in a negative light.

I,too, am a Chew Toy, though I normally refer to myself as The Universal Punching Bag. My brother is repeatedly violent and rude to me. He walks in on me in my underthings and then just leaves the door open...Bastard.

I am the Chew Toy, it seems. Whenever I plan something, it goes wrong. The only time I was ever late for college was when I overslept-on the night of an important exam. I am the clumsiest person ever. I got bullied all the way through school. I planned to go out with some friends for my birthday, to somewhere I have always wanted to go-I was going last year, but then my mom had a baby on that day and I stayed at home as I didnt want to miss meeting my new sister. Unfortunately most of my best friends were unable to come, my best friend didnt come because she is moving away...on that day. She didnt even tell me til I read about it on facebook. She was the one driving me there anyway, so I dont think I can come. Every time I plan to do something it goes wrong.

The bus does not like this troper very much. It either gets to the stop before this troper manages to cross the street or it just drives past anyway. And she tends to get injured a lot, to the point that her CatchPhrase is often a whine and at one point it was, "Ow! My throat!"

This troper is the Chew Toy because he's "forgetable". If you don't see me in a week nobody really cares or even calls to see if I'm okay. I think it's because I really suck at socializing, so even my friends tend to forget I'm there but not talking that much. In fact, some of them even look ''surprised'' when I say something, as if just realizing ''I was there the whole time''!.

This troper is one. Every time someone wants to be a jerk? Its always to him. He ''always'' gets yelled at stuff that others regularly get a free pass on over and over again. Every time someone's in a bad mood? People ''actively seek him out'' and ''take it out on him''. You can put a room full of very good-hearted and nice people, then the second he enters, will take three levels in JerkAss and take it ''all out on him''. 90% of the stuff I say is ignored and I wind up having to repeat it because everybody is ''trying'' to interrupt me, yet when I do the same, am told that when someone is talking to you, you need to give them an answer and The Golden Rule states that you should treat others the way you want to be treated, and that I don't want to be ignored so I shouldn't ignore others. I turned that ''right'' around on my parents' faces by saying "Well, I don't do it because nobody does it to me. Remember TheGoldenRule...you ignore me all the time, so you shouldn't be surprised when I do it back."