Sure I've been called names, most by people I don't know and it leaves it's impressions on me. Every so often I'll go back and read the message calling me a “b***h” and think back to first time I received it. It hurts still even after a years time but it slowly fades away because I know it's not true. They don't know me so why should I care about what a stranger says to me? I remember a few years ago there were a few kids that were always messing with me. They would steal my keychains, throw paperballs at me, and laugh at me when I just sat there staring out the window. I ignored them and took back my stuff each time it was taken, it was stupid anyway. Though one day I snapped when one of them threw gum in my hair. I ripped it out and threw it back. And when it was my stop on the bus I hit each one, cursed at them, and never rode that bus again. Whenever I saw them after that I would flip them off and ignore them, they were dead to me. I've always been told that “violence is never the answer”, and “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” I never cared for those rules because quite frankly they don't mean s**t. Violence is always one of the first things that happen in conflicts with another person and words can hurt you, and no not just in the laughing term with saying books hurt too, but really hurt you emotionally. Taunting and bullying can lead to pain, injuries, violence, and even death. Bullying sucks major a** and I don't see the point in it. If you've got something to say, say it to my face. If it's complete lies, keep it to yourself, jackass.
· Sun Apr 01, 2012 @ 06:51am · 0 Comments