As the only Asian person in my elementary and middle Long Island school, I was subjected to pranks all the time. I found that the less I react to their pranks, the less they would continue the prank. It didn't stop the prank. Just less of it.
I know those school shootings are awful and I would never wish this horror to anyone. But as someone who was constantly bullied, I have a slight hint of understanding why they would have done it. Again, I don't think what they did was right, but I certainly understand why they would.
I was bullied enough to understand how someone would think for a moment about hurting their bullies like that.. maybe even some of the rich kids who laughed. But murdering indiscriminately? It's a whole different mentally deranged thing to consider
This, i was broken enough to want to destroy all the fuckingn bullies that made my life a hell, but I would never hurt anyone else.
Follow bullied, I feel you. :hug:
I was bullied from grades 3 halfway thru 12. In grade 9 it began to get physical. In grade 12 it stopped being physical after my bully, a weightlifter and football player, pulled back a basketball and threw it with all his strength at the back of my head in gym. I broke his nose.
I am not particularly proud of it. I am not bragging. Though multiple times throughout the years I wondered how no one noticed. As the years went on I saw other students look away, if they weren't laughing at me. I then began to notice the rare teacher look once and then act like they saw nothing.
To me, what some of these kids do doesn't seem like that much of a stretch. I think this way because of my experiences, amongst other family issues that were also happening. While I am not wholly certain, when I dig deep, it's possible one of the key reasons nothing more happened is because after I snapped it all stopped.
The line is thinner than you realize, I think.
Funny thing is, now that I'm older, I understand that I handled everything well by the perspective of people who believe the wall of "don't hurt others" doesn't have a door in it. Just a ton of trauma and general mistrust for anyone who happens to be male and anyone in authority, and a very deep dislike for injustice and preventable incidents.
I think when you feel entitled and think everyone in school is looking and laughing at you. Ya, it's probably not indiscriminately in this person's eye.
it's probably not indiscriminately in this person's eye.
The aforementioned mental disorder ^
AYYY long island checking in!
Yeah tho fr, i'm west indian and there was a lot of veiled racism in school. Didn't really notice/thought it wasn't a big deal until i went to college and realized that shit DEF wasn't normal
Veiled? Must be nice.Haha
I remembered going to a friend's house and the dad put his hand at my chest and looked at me dead in the eye and asked. "Are you Vietnamese?"
"No sir, I'm Taiwanese".
"Oh ok, you're ok to come in. I did some R&R there and you people are all right"
That situation would have been way worse if I was from Vietnam.
I lived in Bohemia which is next to Patchogue. It's a terrible place to live if you're a minority.
As the only Asian person in my elementary and middle Long Island school, I was subjected to pranks all the time. I found that the less I react to their pranks, the less they would continue the prank. It didn't stop the prank. Just less of it.
I know those school shootings are awful and I would never wish this horror to anyone. But as someone who was constantly bullied, I have a slight hint of understanding why they would have done it. Again, I don't think what they did was right, but I certainly understand why they would.
I was bullied enough to understand how someone would think for a moment about hurting their bullies like that.. maybe even some of the rich kids who laughed. But murdering indiscriminately? It's a whole different mentally deranged thing to consider
This, i was broken enough to want to destroy all the fuckingn bullies that made my life a hell, but I would never hurt anyone else.
Follow bullied, I feel you. :hug:
I was bullied from grades 3 halfway thru 12. In grade 9 it began to get physical. In grade 12 it stopped being physical after my bully, a weightlifter and football player, pulled back a basketball and threw it with all his strength at the back of my head in gym. I broke his nose.
I am not particularly proud of it. I am not bragging. Though multiple times throughout the years I wondered how no one noticed. As the years went on I saw other students look away, if they weren't laughing at me. I then began to notice the rare teacher look once and then act like they saw nothing.
To me, what some of these kids do doesn't seem like that much of a stretch. I think this way because of my experiences, amongst other family issues that were also happening. While I am not wholly certain, when I dig deep, it's possible one of the key reasons nothing more happened is because after I snapped it all stopped.
The line is thinner than you realize, I think.
Funny thing is, now that I'm older, I understand that I handled everything well by the perspective of people who believe the wall of "don't hurt others" doesn't have a door in it. Just a ton of trauma and general mistrust for anyone who happens to be male and anyone in authority, and a very deep dislike for injustice and preventable incidents.
I think when you feel entitled and think everyone in school is looking and laughing at you. Ya, it's probably not indiscriminately in this person's eye.
The aforementioned mental disorder ^
AYYY long island checking in!
Yeah tho fr, i'm west indian and there was a lot of veiled racism in school. Didn't really notice/thought it wasn't a big deal until i went to college and realized that shit DEF wasn't normal
Veiled? Must be nice.Haha
I remembered going to a friend's house and the dad put his hand at my chest and looked at me dead in the eye and asked. "Are you Vietnamese?"
"No sir, I'm Taiwanese".
"Oh ok, you're ok to come in. I did some R&R there and you people are all right"
That situation would have been way worse if I was from Vietnam.
I lived in Bohemia which is next to Patchogue. It's a terrible place to live if you're a minority.