Confessions of a Former Teenage Would-Be Terrorist
Hey.
I think I've already mentioned here that back when I was in High School, the School Board had me investigated as a security risk. Maybe they were hoping to expel me or have me forcibly committed to a mental health care facility.
But as weird and horrible as my experiences growing up were, the powers that were didn't need to worry so much. There were a few reasons why I never took a gun to school aiming to blow the heads of my fellow students open.
1) There never was a weapon in my reach. My mother put her foot down on that matter a long time before then.
2) Years earlier, I had had a conflict with some neighborhood kids and while I was thinking about escalating and revenge, I arrived on the following value judgment: what I was planning was not only looking to be very costly and likely to get myself into serious trouble, the measures I contemplated were terribly excessive compared to what the conflict had already cost me--and it was easier to "write off" what I had already "spent" and make peace rather than continue on my present path. And so I made peace.
Sure, I still had horrible problems with other students as my growth ran its course--so much so that I wished ugly violence upon some of them and even got a little physical--but I knew where to draw the line.
3) I knew I had to think about my future.
4) I knew fate often had a way of its own when it came to rewarding bad karma.
I don't know or care what happened to my scholastic rivals. And perhaps that's how it should be. It's unhealthy to fight old wars or go looking for a fight. Be ready for a fight if you think you'll have to, but sometimes the ugly beard can be dealt with by barbering rather than barbarism. That was William Shakespeare's idea, you know.
I think I've already mentioned here that back when I was in High School, the School Board had me investigated as a security risk. Maybe they were hoping to expel me or have me forcibly committed to a mental health care facility.
But as weird and horrible as my experiences growing up were, the powers that were didn't need to worry so much. There were a few reasons why I never took a gun to school aiming to blow the heads of my fellow students open.
1) There never was a weapon in my reach. My mother put her foot down on that matter a long time before then.
2) Years earlier, I had had a conflict with some neighborhood kids and while I was thinking about escalating and revenge, I arrived on the following value judgment: what I was planning was not only looking to be very costly and likely to get myself into serious trouble, the measures I contemplated were terribly excessive compared to what the conflict had already cost me--and it was easier to "write off" what I had already "spent" and make peace rather than continue on my present path. And so I made peace.
Sure, I still had horrible problems with other students as my growth ran its course--so much so that I wished ugly violence upon some of them and even got a little physical--but I knew where to draw the line.
3) I knew I had to think about my future.
4) I knew fate often had a way of its own when it came to rewarding bad karma.
I don't know or care what happened to my scholastic rivals. And perhaps that's how it should be. It's unhealthy to fight old wars or go looking for a fight. Be ready for a fight if you think you'll have to, but sometimes the ugly beard can be dealt with by barbering rather than barbarism. That was William Shakespeare's idea, you know.