Just a short piece on bullying. I don't really know what made me write this, perhaps inspiration from a book. Any events like this one is merely a coincidence. What happens next? Just to leave you guys pondering. :)
Who wasn't bullied at least once in their school years? I guess everyone did but there was always one person who was always targeted the most, one who always ended up with the worst of the torment and one who was never strong enough to deviate from being themselves to fit in. That person was me.
High school was all about accepting each other for the differences and getting along no matter how different people looked, right? Wrong. It was all about fitting in. If you didn't dress like the "plastics", you were "out". If you weren't sporty like the athletic jocks, you were "out". If you were too smart, too dumb, too quiet, too weird, too ugly, too fat, too skinny, you were automatically "out".
I was the clumsy one, who always tripped over my own feet, who always got shoved into the lockers for the pleasure and satisfaction of others, who was always the last one to be picked for a team, the one who got called the most insulting names. Through time, I had learned to make myself numb but I never prepared myself against myself. It never occurred to me that I would eventually be the one harming them in return, inflicting pain against those who made me suffer, causing devastation to the families of the kids who taunted me and being the soul person responsible for all those injuries and perhaps, even deaths.
