The Why
When I was a kid in school, I was the one who had to sit by herself in the lunch room while other kids would periodically come up and say something to make me feel like a piece of shit. Usually, it was about my weight. Sometimes, they'd pick on me about my eyes ~ how they were silver and unearthly and how creepy I was staring at people. I learned to not look up, ever. I was the kid who always got picked last to play ball, any sort of ball ~ soft ball, kick ball, dodge ball. In regard to dodge ball, I was the kid the others always took an extra effort to hurt with the ball when they threw it. I was the kid who got ganged up on and teased in public. I was the kid with no friends in school.
And I was an only child, raised around adults with very little contact with other children. And I was the fat kid...and the poor kid. I was the pariah.
I was the kid who, if given half the opportunity, would have gone into my school with a gun. I was the kid who fantasised about being Carrie White just so I could kill all the little fuckers with my mind.
So, when others see kids and they think "oh how cute!" I see them and wonder who they terrorised in school. I assume the worst with children because my entire life experience with them has been one of torment, humiliation, and ostracism. I don't think they're cute. I see the potential for suffering when I see children. I've been told, "well, children can be cruel. That's just kids for you." Yeah, well, that's why I don't like them.
And children are honest. They are what humanity is really all about. What a fine example!
Is it any wonder I long for the Alpaca Lips?
And I was an only child, raised around adults with very little contact with other children. And I was the fat kid...and the poor kid. I was the pariah.
I was the kid who, if given half the opportunity, would have gone into my school with a gun. I was the kid who fantasised about being Carrie White just so I could kill all the little fuckers with my mind.
So, when others see kids and they think "oh how cute!" I see them and wonder who they terrorised in school. I assume the worst with children because my entire life experience with them has been one of torment, humiliation, and ostracism. I don't think they're cute. I see the potential for suffering when I see children. I've been told, "well, children can be cruel. That's just kids for you." Yeah, well, that's why I don't like them.
And children are honest. They are what humanity is really all about. What a fine example!
Is it any wonder I long for the Alpaca Lips?