Hey guys, long time no write. My bad. First off, if you haven't seen Les Mis, you totally should.
Second, I'm not sure how to introduce this, but I've always had this need to protect others. I can't stand seeing others hurting or upset. I have an instinct to make it better for them. Bullying brings back hurt. Quite a bit of hurt.
Now, I was never physically abused, mostly verbal. I've been called all sorts of things. I remember when I was like, I don't know, seven or eight. And I started getting picked on for not having straight teeth. So I started not smiling without my teeth more, and I don't smile with my teeth in pictures.
When I was seventh grade I was heavily picked on by a group of girls that dissed almost everything I did. I was also picked on by a boy. Mightily. My definition of a *!#@(&$?"{. I finally broke down and told my parents and they made the girls leave me alone. And I'm pretty sure I boiled over and poked that boy with a pencil. I got a detention for it, but he never bothered me again.
When I was eighth grade, I moved to this very ghetto school district and therefore had to go to a ghetto school and there I was very much shunned and snickered about and that was very hurtful to me.
Second, I'm not sure how to introduce this, but I've always had this need to protect others. I can't stand seeing others hurting or upset. I have an instinct to make it better for them. Bullying brings back hurt. Quite a bit of hurt.
Now, I was never physically abused, mostly verbal. I've been called all sorts of things. I remember when I was like, I don't know, seven or eight. And I started getting picked on for not having straight teeth. So I started not smiling without my teeth more, and I don't smile with my teeth in pictures.
When I was seventh grade I was heavily picked on by a group of girls that dissed almost everything I did. I was also picked on by a boy. Mightily. My definition of a *!#@(&$?"{. I finally broke down and told my parents and they made the girls leave me alone. And I'm pretty sure I boiled over and poked that boy with a pencil. I got a detention for it, but he never bothered me again.
When I was eighth grade, I moved to this very ghetto school district and therefore had to go to a ghetto school and there I was very much shunned and snickered about and that was very hurtful to me.
So with all that personal crap out in the open, can anyone guess what my opinion is on bullying?
One. If you're bullying someone, you don't deserve anything that you have. You don't. Go and apologize. Grovel at their feet. Right now. Two, if you are being bullying, GET HELP. Talk to someone, it helps I swear. And don't believe one word they say. Get through it. Survive. You can do it.
My story/opinion. Deal with it.
Over and out.
Love,
Cailin
Love,
Cailin
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