ashitaria
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I've always hated bullying with a passion, to the point where every movie, news story, or story makes me want to fly to the bullies, burn them up, and go off and live as a hermit. Being an INTP, I'm a bit shocked by my emotions about this.
I guess it's because I have experienced a fair share of bullying myself. I remember being verbally and psychologically abused, I was excluded from groups, taunted and horrible songs were made about me.
Physically though, I had never been truly bullied, though attempts were made. People who physically tried to bully me had stopped after the first physical encounter, but never stopped bullying me verbally or psychologically, and it also didn't mean they didn't try to trip me over, throw things at me, tap my shoulder when my back was turned, hit me and run away, and all the cowardly things that people do when they want to hurt you and not get hurt in return.
In the end, witty comebacks, clever insults and a wide range of vocabulary means nothing if everyone and everything is against you. When everyone hates you and wants to give you shit, no one will give you the chance to speak. They will laugh over you. They will shout over you. They will make funny noises so that no one can hear what you say.
I've always been fired up about bullying, because I find it to be the most repulsive action that ever is.
Murder- it only happens once. Perhaps you get raped, perhaps you get tortured, but you don't have to live with the shame afterward.
Bullying? You face it day after day after day. You hate going to school. You go suicidal, you go angry and resentful and you question yourself. It's like being tortured and murdered and raped everyday.
"What's wrong with me that everyone hates me?"
Now, being in high school, and ultimately much more socially adept (I make jokes) due to the many experiences in my previous school, I fare much better. Some times I wish to forget my past, but it's hard to put that behind you, especially the memory of those stupid, cruel, laughing faces.
Sometimes I look back and realize with satisfaction that I had indeed got even with the main tormentors of my life. I had scared them, pushed them against walls, screamed at them and fought back.
But I also look back and remember with fury the way they treated me.
The out-cast, the American-Chinese, the kid who just wanted to be left alone.
Slowly I'm healing though. The healing process was triggered since I found out I was an INTP, that I'm not abnormal, just socially retarded (though I'm not anymore).
But I'm still healing.
And I'm still angry. I can forgive, but I can never forget.
I guess it's because I have experienced a fair share of bullying myself. I remember being verbally and psychologically abused, I was excluded from groups, taunted and horrible songs were made about me.
Physically though, I had never been truly bullied, though attempts were made. People who physically tried to bully me had stopped after the first physical encounter, but never stopped bullying me verbally or psychologically, and it also didn't mean they didn't try to trip me over, throw things at me, tap my shoulder when my back was turned, hit me and run away, and all the cowardly things that people do when they want to hurt you and not get hurt in return.
In the end, witty comebacks, clever insults and a wide range of vocabulary means nothing if everyone and everything is against you. When everyone hates you and wants to give you shit, no one will give you the chance to speak. They will laugh over you. They will shout over you. They will make funny noises so that no one can hear what you say.
I've always been fired up about bullying, because I find it to be the most repulsive action that ever is.
Murder- it only happens once. Perhaps you get raped, perhaps you get tortured, but you don't have to live with the shame afterward.
Bullying? You face it day after day after day. You hate going to school. You go suicidal, you go angry and resentful and you question yourself. It's like being tortured and murdered and raped everyday.
"What's wrong with me that everyone hates me?"
Now, being in high school, and ultimately much more socially adept (I make jokes) due to the many experiences in my previous school, I fare much better. Some times I wish to forget my past, but it's hard to put that behind you, especially the memory of those stupid, cruel, laughing faces.
Sometimes I look back and realize with satisfaction that I had indeed got even with the main tormentors of my life. I had scared them, pushed them against walls, screamed at them and fought back.
But I also look back and remember with fury the way they treated me.
The out-cast, the American-Chinese, the kid who just wanted to be left alone.
Slowly I'm healing though. The healing process was triggered since I found out I was an INTP, that I'm not abnormal, just socially retarded (though I'm not anymore).
But I'm still healing.
And I'm still angry. I can forgive, but I can never forget.