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
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I was thinking, "Yeah, I bet every one of them deserved it, too."
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FUNNY WHEN MEK HEAR THROUGH WORK GRAPEVIEW AFTERWARD, ONE DO-NOTHING CUNT MANAGER FEARFULLY TELLING OTHER, "MEKKASIMIAN ALSO WEAR TRENCHCOAT..."
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You the first individual to make me smile today.
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we, your peers, salute you! we too were the oppressed, the tortured, the teased, the humiliated, the one with our heads down moving thru the hallways trying to be invisible and praying like all get-out that Armageddon would come quickly.
for some, i guess it did. i carried my ghosts (in rage) well into my late-30s. when i finally let them go (for the most part) i had 5-6 glorious years of freedom!! then i was diagnosed diabetic and all those ghosts came back -- in supersize!
now, mostly, i use an overbooked calendar and way too much to do to keep me from having time to listen to the ghosts or hear the cruelty anymore -- loved the recent "discovery" published in the AMAJournal that "obese people get less preventive care." well, double duh!
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It doesn't matter what form the bullying comes in. An eye for an eye should be the bare minimum in retaliation against them.
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If you feel like seeing how some of that paranoia transferred into justifying abusing my son, via the system, take a look at this archive from my LJ:
Story of the time, some years ago, Artstar was taken into DFS custody for treatment, LIES, over perceived HIT LIST, ("lesson" from Columbine experience):
http://www.livejournal.com/users/kcsongwriter/130643.html
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