I was not a well liked kid. That is not to say I wasn't likable. I was polite, quiet, shy, and respectful of everyone's feelings. I minded my manors.
It was the way my parents had raised me, not because they were good people, but because they had been so embarassed of me to begin with that they didn't want me doing anything--anything that would further embarass them. So I was your model kid.

But I was not a well liked kid. Perhaps this is an understatement. The bullying started when I was perhaps 8 years old, or perhaps I only started to notice it at that age--I can't remember anymore. Not a day went by where I was not physically attacked at some level or manner from my classmates, most of whome would gang up and taunt me for nothing more than mere amusement. The scars, and pock marks up and down my right arm are evidence of this abuse.
It went on, day after day, year after year, and I went through my adolescent years not only having to deal with the things most kids deal with, but also with a profound sense that there was something deeply wrong with me. That I simply was broken.

So one day, I decided to fight back. Lance, was a kid of 15 years old, and I was 13 (Lance had failed his grade twice and washed back into my class). He had never liked me being that I was the wrong color, dressed in the wrong kind of clothes, and was overall too feminine for his tastes. Every day, I would get thumped on the ears, shoved, pushed, and often kicked in the back just for grins.
I determined , on this specific Monday morning, just after Chirstmas vacation, that I would change that. I determined to fight back. Perhaps he would beat my ass. Perhaps, I would put up a good fight. But I would at least put an end to this behavior. I would at least make the bullying subside, if only for a precious few weeks.
He thumped me on the ear, and I turned around and smacked him across his mouth with my closed fist, as 'butched' up as I could. Within seconds, like blinding flash Lance was on top of me pounding the crap out of me. I could taste my own blood. I kicked and punched and shoved as best I could to keep him off of me, but even if I had been successful at that effort, about 5 other boys joined in laughing and taunting me. It was like a pack of wolves tearing me apart. Within seconds I could taste my own blood pouring out of my nose, and mouth.
I ended up in the hospital , lost 3 teeth ,and had a scar across my left cheek. I spent weeks in the hospital and home from school.
When I finally went back to school, there was no pity waiting for me there. I was further humiliated for being a 'wimp' and a 'pussy'. Any comfort I lacked there was not made up at home where my father and mother were both ashamed at their weak and 'stupid' son, and I would receive as much verbal taunting at home as I did at school.

I spent the rest of my high school days saving up money so that I could fix the scar on my cheek, while all my peers and friends (what friends I did have) spenttheir time and money partying, having a great time, and dating. All I could do was save up money to 'fix' my new deformity.

The greatest day in my life was when I had my scar fixed. It was the final burying of the axe which had been wedged in my soul for all these years. A youth robbed by the cruelty of others, not nurtured by my own parents, and denied any dignity as a man... a young, scared, lonely young man.

But I survived.












Ok, none of those events above actually happenned, so don't get all Oprah on my ass. But I guess what I'm trying to say is that you can use my hypothetical and made up story to look within your own dorky lives and overcome anything!


GROUP. HUG.







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[Edited 5/29/08 11:21am]

I hate you right now.....

YOU ARE A CUNT.

MIGUELGOMEZ said:

evenstar3 said:

Ok, so now you're running out of new material and recycling old pranks???

Fuck you Dan

Imago said:

halfway through reading it ben went 'this is why he likes NIN'

mdiver said:

Come here, precious

evenstar3 said:

You guys don't remember him posting the exact same thing about a year ago?

I actually scrolled to the end...I know your ways!

evenstar3 said:

What say I get all Trent Reznor on him in London 3 weeks from now.

JustErin said:

no. i have an incredibly shitty memory.

Imago said:

bitch please, i'm gonna reclaim him in a week; he'll be impervious to your advances!

james frey step aside!

BTW the bit about you being a pussy.....that bit was real motherfucker

Imago said:

Mods, can we get this on each of his threads?

Thanks in advance.

INSATIABLE said:

superspaceboy said:

I did, too, but only because I'm impatient. If you read the last part first, THEN read the story, it's actually kinda funny lol...

This thread is starting to backfire on me.

Imago said:

it's "minded my manners", asshole...

U can try to overcome it, but few do. Some even pull a Columbine as happens way too often - also like the book NINETEEN MINUTES, Jodi Picoult.

roodboi said:

perhaps he was a young property owner.

XxAxX said:

JasmineFire said:

[Edited 5/29/08 14:32pm]

are you trying to break the org ?