I do.Dee wrote:I thought you hated group hugs?I'm sorry....
Doesn't mean I don't want to be invited...
Oh well, I'll have to make do with private hugs...
Shush you...hallucinatingfarmer wrote:oops... domestic...
Why do Some People Make Fun of Others?
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Doesn't mean I don't want to be invited...
Oh well, I'll have to make do with private hugs...
Formerly known as "The Surly Cantrian"
Former CD chair, former MD chair, former RD member, former Personnel Officer, former GAB member.
Former CD chair, former MD chair, former RD member, former Personnel Officer, former GAB member.
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west wrote:the_antisocial_hermit wrote:GoalieMan wrote:There's no better place to tease/be teased than the hockey dressing rooms....
Of course it's all fun and games until someone decides to throw a tape or an ice ball... those things hurt like hell.
lol.. that sucks... i'd like to be a fly on a hockey dressing room wall...
Probably wouldn't be the only fly on that wall. I bet those jerseys get rank.
Heh...That's cause I'll be right there with her!
Awkward: Having your phone go off full volume during a funeral.
Even more awkward: Your ringtone being "I Will Survive"
The most awkward: Coming back after a 10+ year hiatus and swearing I'd never come back. :twisted:
Even more awkward: Your ringtone being "I Will Survive"
The most awkward: Coming back after a 10+ year hiatus and swearing I'd never come back. :twisted:
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When I was very little, I often kept to myself, and although I did have many friends, people often picked on me. I was a rather odd child, and always held steadily in my value of trying never to be the one initiating physical violence.
And so I was constantly mocked and ridiculed. Children would swear at me, make fun of me at every turn. They made fun of my hair, made fun of my clothing, made fun of my father's job. They would direct strings of profanity at me, and make up terrible stories about me. This caused me to withdraw even further into myself. I was often very angry. Yet I would never be the one to start a fight.
(Mind you, this was all mostly at school. When out of school, I had my friends with me, who would not make fun of me, or my parents with me, who would keep me out of trouble, and so almost all of this was in school. Also, this I am talking about was when I was very very little. Kindergarden, grad one, two, three four, you know?)
Now, the children would always be ready to mock me, but whenever one of them would threaten me, or attempt to do something to me physically, essentially whenever the little tiny fists came out, I always did well. I could beat the shit out of any little punk who came looking for it. People bigger than me, kids with rocks sticks and bicycle chains, kids in the fourth grade, none of them could take me down. I won many fights.
But this did nothing to make me any happier. Despite my being able to best my classmates in fistycuffs, I was still often very unhappy, as this did not stop them from taunting me. One thing in perticular I remember was a fight that was watched by near half the school (all, of course, chanting "Fight! Fight! Fight!") when two people ended up trying to beat down on me. I thrashed the bigger quiete soundly and, causing the other one to reconsider his choice to attack me. I had won decisivly. Yet the crowd still jeered at me, and the children still taunted me. After having won the fight in a dramatic manner (well, as dramatic as you get when you're that little) I quickly skulked away to cry in a corner.
I remember from an earlier age begining to think that, with my strong self made code of morality and my love of knowdlege, that I was much better than the other children.
Getting a bit older (not much), I became really very mean. People left me alone a bit more than they used too, but I could still not fit in at all with the most of the people at school (again, outside of school, with the guiding of countless role models, including a big roster of community leaders, aswell as good parents, I did wonderfully.) My idea of superiority to all others was fortified.
I soon began to forget about fitting in with the children with whom you supposed to try and fit in with. I decided that I did not need to have anythign to do with the popular circles. No sooner had I done that then I discorvered other circles into which I could be accepted. I became, as most kids in my community did, involved in the community under the guidance and direction of the many community leaders, and I don't mean picking up trash. I was never really, in a the sense of the word, popular, but I had many many friends, and I was beggining to be someone.
I was making money, I had friends, and was in the kind of situation with those friends that no one would dare touch, not on there lives, and if they did, it would end badly (I would not, of course, call up others to exact revenge or to defend me, or solve a problem with someone, I never believed in that, but were they too find out, they came to my aid, regardless of wether I wanted them too or not.) I was still doing reasonably well in school, and I was part of something. But still countless others were not doing well at all.
I might someone else who would be considered an outsider. And I could see why. He could be insanly annoying, but it was never intentional. We became very good friends, and I was appalled at how terribly mean people were to this very nice person. He responded as I did, getting ideas of superiority, taking the morale high ground, withdrawing into himself. It always disgusted how people could be so cruel to him.
Now, this guy was really very short and pudgy, and not someone you would think could hold his own at all, not at all a specimen of masculinity by todays standards, and I was always amazed when he would take on two big kids and once, taking down people much much bigger than him. And always the same, walking away, fuming at the injustice done onto him by stupid punks. Of course, when many people would go against him, he was helpless, as anyone is when faced with overwhelming numbers. When they'd take the hat that his mother had brought him from her pilgramage to Mecca and toss it among they're hoard , for example, very few people would come to back him up.
I had a number of friends in very similar situations, and not all of them could hold their own.
One friend of mine was a slightly mentally slow cripple, who could not for the life of him stand up in a fight to the groups that would come at him. He was one of the kindest people you could find, and yet always, people coming down on him. I remember though, that he would never be angry for very long. He would not brood as so many do when faced with the kind of things done to him. He was always quick to regain his spirits. He often reminded me of a Bhuddist monk.
(This was all in Junior high, by the way.)
One day, a number of kids, all rather popular in they're own respect, had taken his beloved football, and would not give it back to him. They passed it around, mocking him. This group was headed by the large and tough basketball player, Abdul, close friend to the most popular person in the little school, Sa'ad(A very nice guy in his own right, never had qualms with him with the exception of one time) and cheered on by a large group of girls.
This was all, of course, ignored by the exetremly apathtic and incompetent teachers, who stood close by, deep in conversation.
I joined him in speaking out against this, imploring the group to stop being cruel and return what was his. Finally, at long last, we caught the ball, and made our way away from the group. It had not been a minute when they took it again and engaged in the exact same torment. I chided them for immoral cowards (to put it mildly), and again, I implored them to return his property. They continued there taunts and torment, not heeding me in the last.
So I beat the shit out of one of them and took the ball back by force. They harrased us all until the next class, and only one other child, the younger brother of one of the tormentors, came to back us up.
Not only that, he was all the more hated for having not let them have everything they wanted (i.e. the freedom to engage in their torment), and I had forever alienated a large number of important people from me, something that one would think I would not mind, seeing as they were all assholes. But it was something that greatly upset me. In the gang culture that plagued my community, alienating a large group, making a large number of enemies, espicially at one time and from the same united group, was not a thing that was healthy to do.
To this day, to look back on that situation sickens me greatly.
I apologize for writting such a long winded and self centered monologue, but you did, after all, ask for stories, and I am, I admit, exetremly self centered.
Anyways, I hope I've contributed some to your discussion. I tried too at least.
And so I was constantly mocked and ridiculed. Children would swear at me, make fun of me at every turn. They made fun of my hair, made fun of my clothing, made fun of my father's job. They would direct strings of profanity at me, and make up terrible stories about me. This caused me to withdraw even further into myself. I was often very angry. Yet I would never be the one to start a fight.
(Mind you, this was all mostly at school. When out of school, I had my friends with me, who would not make fun of me, or my parents with me, who would keep me out of trouble, and so almost all of this was in school. Also, this I am talking about was when I was very very little. Kindergarden, grad one, two, three four, you know?)
Now, the children would always be ready to mock me, but whenever one of them would threaten me, or attempt to do something to me physically, essentially whenever the little tiny fists came out, I always did well. I could beat the shit out of any little punk who came looking for it. People bigger than me, kids with rocks sticks and bicycle chains, kids in the fourth grade, none of them could take me down. I won many fights.
But this did nothing to make me any happier. Despite my being able to best my classmates in fistycuffs, I was still often very unhappy, as this did not stop them from taunting me. One thing in perticular I remember was a fight that was watched by near half the school (all, of course, chanting "Fight! Fight! Fight!") when two people ended up trying to beat down on me. I thrashed the bigger quiete soundly and, causing the other one to reconsider his choice to attack me. I had won decisivly. Yet the crowd still jeered at me, and the children still taunted me. After having won the fight in a dramatic manner (well, as dramatic as you get when you're that little) I quickly skulked away to cry in a corner.
I remember from an earlier age begining to think that, with my strong self made code of morality and my love of knowdlege, that I was much better than the other children.
Getting a bit older (not much), I became really very mean. People left me alone a bit more than they used too, but I could still not fit in at all with the most of the people at school (again, outside of school, with the guiding of countless role models, including a big roster of community leaders, aswell as good parents, I did wonderfully.) My idea of superiority to all others was fortified.
I soon began to forget about fitting in with the children with whom you supposed to try and fit in with. I decided that I did not need to have anythign to do with the popular circles. No sooner had I done that then I discorvered other circles into which I could be accepted. I became, as most kids in my community did, involved in the community under the guidance and direction of the many community leaders, and I don't mean picking up trash. I was never really, in a the sense of the word, popular, but I had many many friends, and I was beggining to be someone.
I was making money, I had friends, and was in the kind of situation with those friends that no one would dare touch, not on there lives, and if they did, it would end badly (I would not, of course, call up others to exact revenge or to defend me, or solve a problem with someone, I never believed in that, but were they too find out, they came to my aid, regardless of wether I wanted them too or not.) I was still doing reasonably well in school, and I was part of something. But still countless others were not doing well at all.
I might someone else who would be considered an outsider. And I could see why. He could be insanly annoying, but it was never intentional. We became very good friends, and I was appalled at how terribly mean people were to this very nice person. He responded as I did, getting ideas of superiority, taking the morale high ground, withdrawing into himself. It always disgusted how people could be so cruel to him.
Now, this guy was really very short and pudgy, and not someone you would think could hold his own at all, not at all a specimen of masculinity by todays standards, and I was always amazed when he would take on two big kids and once, taking down people much much bigger than him. And always the same, walking away, fuming at the injustice done onto him by stupid punks. Of course, when many people would go against him, he was helpless, as anyone is when faced with overwhelming numbers. When they'd take the hat that his mother had brought him from her pilgramage to Mecca and toss it among they're hoard , for example, very few people would come to back him up.
I had a number of friends in very similar situations, and not all of them could hold their own.
One friend of mine was a slightly mentally slow cripple, who could not for the life of him stand up in a fight to the groups that would come at him. He was one of the kindest people you could find, and yet always, people coming down on him. I remember though, that he would never be angry for very long. He would not brood as so many do when faced with the kind of things done to him. He was always quick to regain his spirits. He often reminded me of a Bhuddist monk.
(This was all in Junior high, by the way.)
One day, a number of kids, all rather popular in they're own respect, had taken his beloved football, and would not give it back to him. They passed it around, mocking him. This group was headed by the large and tough basketball player, Abdul, close friend to the most popular person in the little school, Sa'ad(A very nice guy in his own right, never had qualms with him with the exception of one time) and cheered on by a large group of girls.
This was all, of course, ignored by the exetremly apathtic and incompetent teachers, who stood close by, deep in conversation.
I joined him in speaking out against this, imploring the group to stop being cruel and return what was his. Finally, at long last, we caught the ball, and made our way away from the group. It had not been a minute when they took it again and engaged in the exact same torment. I chided them for immoral cowards (to put it mildly), and again, I implored them to return his property. They continued there taunts and torment, not heeding me in the last.
So I beat the shit out of one of them and took the ball back by force. They harrased us all until the next class, and only one other child, the younger brother of one of the tormentors, came to back us up.
Not only that, he was all the more hated for having not let them have everything they wanted (i.e. the freedom to engage in their torment), and I had forever alienated a large number of important people from me, something that one would think I would not mind, seeing as they were all assholes. But it was something that greatly upset me. In the gang culture that plagued my community, alienating a large group, making a large number of enemies, espicially at one time and from the same united group, was not a thing that was healthy to do.
To this day, to look back on that situation sickens me greatly.
I apologize for writting such a long winded and self centered monologue, but you did, after all, ask for stories, and I am, I admit, exetremly self centered.
Anyways, I hope I've contributed some to your discussion. I tried too at least.
"One death is a tragedy, a million is just statistics."
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Dee
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Dee wrote:Maybe the reason behind being picked on and mocked is because you are too self centered?
I think that it is quite the opposite, personally.
And do not get me wrong. I never acted as though I were a superior person and that others were not worth my time. Of course not. I would never say that or pretend I was better than anyone, nor would I say I thought I was more intellegent. You think I would say that? Not only would that make me undesirable to be around, but it is also very rude. No, I was not like that at all, nor did I have no compassion or put myself before my friends. There are times when I did, but only when that is what the right thing to do was. No, no, Dee, I am not and have never been that deluded.
And personally, it really only makes sense to be somewhat self centered. If you vest all your energy in the cause of others, say, to a loved one, an idol, such as a politician or some such thing, what happens when that person wants nothing to do with you, or does badly themselves? Gotta take care of yourself, aswell. There is only so much you can do for others, and such.
In short, my feelings of my own superiority never come out in action. If they did, I'd be even more unpleasant than I already am.
And yet again, I ramble on, taking much too much time to say things. I'll have to work on that.
Serenity wrote:But he stood up for what he believed and those that he believed were right. That is an admirable quality that most people don't have these days.
How very kind of you too say.
"One death is a tragedy, a million is just statistics."
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I never seem to be right. 
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colonel wrote:Did someone make fun of me?!?! where? who? Oh boy look out!
Did you hear about this Colenel guy and his chicke.....oh, hi, Colonel. Nice to see you around here. Ummm....lovely night, don't you think? Yeah, a little warm out. Well, I need to get going. You see I have chicken cooking and I need to go and check on it. You know...don't want to burn it. Yeah, I'll talk to you later.
Wow! That was close.
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