Growing up weird and poor in a very conservative and arrogant part of the prairies, I was bullied relentlessly. The teachers never did anything unless it was me fighting back, to which it was suspension and I was a bad kid.
As high school came along, I grew more and more violent to the point I wasn’t a loser or a tough guy, but a snap case. The other kids thought I was edgy, the parents thought I was bound for prison, and the teachers probably had a beer when I dropped out.
My mom didn’t know what to do. And this was in a time where if your kid was in therapy, it’s was your failure as a parent. Combined with my disgust at the idea that I was what was broken, it was off the table. It wasn’t until I was in my twenties that I went for psychological help.
By then, I was so suicidal and gone that I wouldn’t be near ok until my late thirties. In my mid forties now, I look back and see myself as the potential shooter. I’m holding back my emotions right now, thinking of it. Fortunately, there were no guns at my disposal back, back then is how I feel looking back. I don’t know if I’d be able to hurt anyone like that, but I’d fuck myself up.
I lay a lot of blame on a system that allowed it to happen. In a community where open racism and homophobic views were the norm at the time, teachers were as judgmental as the students in some situations. Now maybe if I were white, it’d be easier, but even the broke white kids didn’t get any breaks. Especially from the teachers.
Look at me go, a meme has me fucked up thinking back and dumping online. But yeah, there it is.
I’d like to close by saying the town I grew up in is a far different place now. I’ve moved back and feel good here. I see teachers and bullies who don’t make eye contact, will not recognize me at all (which is my favorite) and the occasional happy to see you moments. I don’t communicate well in public these days, so it makes it ultra awkward, much like being in high school, talking to students you barely know.
“Flavortown does not recognize this court and demands it’s sovereignty and recognition of its perverted, yes people do that and its “no it’s not physically comfortable or socially acceptable” ways of life! Now, the defense asks you, is chewbacca a wookie…?”
Being called stupid and criticizing my decisions kept me from “being brave”
Like “You’re not good enough until you are this much” bullshit. If that’s the attitude, then fuck no. Why do I wanna go even further into things if y’all are assholes right off the bat. Like, no. fuck you. If it’s this complicated then I am going to do what has been a life of hassle free eating. My guilt is very easily wiped away like that.
Adult with free time and a good PC: I AM THE FUCKING KRAKKEN PREPARE THESE PIPES FOR C.O.D AND HD PORN
I’ve never felt so imaginary jacked in my life. Like, multi jacked if you think about it. And I’m really Goro from Mortal Mombat, so that helps the jacked multiplier…
I don’t eat a lot of meat, but after hearing arguments like these from vegetarians and vegans, I gave up on not eating meat.
Too expensive to eat vegan and I got really fucking tired of being called fucking stupid for buying meat free alternatives. It’s not worth the effort in the end.
I have been up and down a few posts concerning this and have yet to find (maybe i missed a couple) anyone who has tried this and reported back.
I am beginning to think that this was just some housewives joke on the internet.
“You know what, this should really rattle some budgies if i just say i add a few raisins. oooo I am such a devil” and little did she know just how well it worked.
On a basis of raisins and cheese whiz being good, I think it might have a little bit of charm.
I generally hate when people do this. At work or at home, if you’re reading my screen while I am doing anything, especially if it is something none of someone’s business, the anxiety becomes Mike Fucking Tyson and I lose absolutely everything i was focusing on and am more concentrated on how I am going to ask for it to stop without reciting the last rights and how to stick the fuck off i have for them up the ass.
And I already have massive personal space issues. Get close over the shoulder and doing that shit is how you get your own television show sponsored by the evening news and my name to lone assailant.
Of course way blown of of proportion, but holy fuck. Everyone has that “thing” or a few of 'em.