I love the term "bullying" you not?. Bullying is disturbing others, physical, psychological or verbal, so they say, and until now worry when it takes decades if not centuries, exist among us.
Something that I find it funny to some extent, is that now any mental disorder they want to carry it. It's like the time in which I found three symptoms to find out early if you would be mass murderer, antisocial, see the fascination with death and bedwetting (do not ask me why the last one, I think it is fear or the like) that was supposed to have. Then, as I did not like talking to others and death is not something that I miss but I find it interesting, I had-still have-two out of three. And I have not killed anyone, no one deserves to waste my time making it, moreover, that lazy clean raw blood sausage.
Now they want every little emo (pendejo) pseudo suicide say he was the victim of bullying to have an excuse of why you do that, even if only a child's ridiculous that it does so because his friends are so cool. What I fail to grasp is why today if someone does not do anything annoying. Have always been those small Carrie beings which endure rod, cry and everything else not avoid or defend themselves, but in recent years have increased, and I do not know why or when it happened, when I was in elementary school and all was still in high school with the same order. Now, fuck child, a child who is left and what's worse is that now no trace of the parents is what fart?.
I admit that I have parents who in their time were very protective over my father that my mother, the latter is more "Do not do this, what will people say, but it was my boss. I was very unorthodox advice, something like it, and although people looked bad if all the victims of bullying apply his teachings, would not be traumatized. I'll tell you a story, quite strange for my taste, but understand why people do not like about the wisdom of my father.
We have a beach house, which was bought from my grandfather, his brother and two other subjects. As I would play for three months each decided to get more people, you know, more people, more money, more beautiful furniture and everything. When I was very little had been my grandparents, my uncles, my parents and me, but on that occasion had invited a friend of my grandfather and took his family (it's a fairly large house, besides being two floors) coincidentally had a grandson my age.
The boy took confidence very quickly and instead of pulling my hair play and hit me. Like every little girl went to my dad and said "The boy is hitting me. My dad was with the boy and told him not to play rough with me and returned to his own. The Danielito fucking fucking followed me so I went back to go with my dad.
My boss was now the friend of my grandfather (the child was not with her parents) that say "The Cat", no idea why, and he said Jack, Daniel, because he controls the beating my daughter, to which he replied "Oh Chuy are playing, do not be exaggerated. Jack took me with her grandson to "play" and started to fuck again, not knowing I was defending myself with my head again and I think more for being sick to give good advice to me said "Look baby, if you let that fucking brat is you then I I'm going to beat you ...- the first thing went through my mind was that my father's hand was larger than that of Daniel - ... So when it begins, cut it the mother. Ok, not really the best you can say but we agree that it is very useful, no?.
Once understood the message I got to play all along so I did not go to Daniel, Daniel came up to me. I began to push, pull strands of hair, so I remembered what my dad told me and ran to the room that was on the bottom left, I stood behind the door and waited for him to come to beat me. When he came looking for me I closed the door, pulled into the corner and as I kicked him to do mourn, now will play the unfortunate. Holy remedy Danielito never hit me again.
That advice was very impressed on my for everything, not just when someone gives grace to stick in the mema. I think it's the last resort is you, do not understand the type, or someone does understand ... dale in the mother. Ok, no, but Fix it yourself. It serves not only when it hits, so patents for ofenzas, and boy I spent many in elementary school (high school early too, but it was only like once or twice) nearly crucified me for being fat, and it's funny, I remember having a companion was called Lorraine as a filthy pig, as I was, but no one said anything, what was the difference? girlfriend she was the niece of the director.
was when they also decided to return the ofenzas I started, I said "fat" I rubbed them in the face some criticism that they had not know was from 'sluts' (big ears), "rat" (teeth stupidly large) several little things that you usually primary lower morale. Late in the secondary was another fart.
There to be give a quemón of how hormones make you stupid. It
it came to school the first day every one who took his seat, was the first teacher and we sat in list order. Presentation, blah blah blah, typical. The following are not presented (but I'm sure he took his paycheck) so we all went to those who knew, because apparently the only one without friends or acquaintances in the room was me, therefore I got into my little bubble mental. Imagine how happy I was wandering was over Clover from complete when a chick sat opposite me, leaned over the back turned to me and asked me - Who would you like the room? -. With that the girl has earned the label of "idiot" at least for me, I know of none, so I do not know, "she looked puzzled. "Ash, do not have to know, just tell me who you are as handsome does.
"None has come to quote what the thermal expansion, so none. She was silent and was best. It took a gorilla gossip that should have been now for more high school graduation did not. I have no idea what he said or how he said it, but it stalled apparently that was not in the list of those who would open her legs for him. Strangely, it is better to know that the fat ugly room not interested? Not to mention, it sure is the desire to be fucking.
Anyway, that's why the dude was a friend, sat beside me and began to emphasize the obvious, that I was fat. As there was nothing new to hear (the truth, do not put much effort in focusing on the fat of someone), I ignored it, forgot it and problem solved.
And if you ever have believed that life is unfair, I presume, has not been me. To begin with, unfortunately I'm not fat, and apparently, according to several Twitterers, street types and others, I'm not ugly. The best part is that all I ever said or I did things worthy of trauma are unhappy now, one is exploited in a taco because it gave the width to study, others are terrible cholos that end in the hospital every weekend, other alcoholics, others are working flat out to keep the old one that stupidly conceived, and some more and had a couple of miscarriages.
If bullying victims are traumatized, at least bear in mind that karma is very wise mother.
-Miucha-
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