taste... It's the one sense I think I wouldn't miss. I would need sight to be able to see my babies. Sound to hear all the amazing things that they say. Touch, to be able to hold them and hug them and hold their hands. Smell, to be able to smell them and say, you're stinky, go take a bath. But taste, welli don't have a need to taste my kids. I'm already picky about everything I eat, taste isn't as important to me as the other senses.
yes and I became anti-social and reclusive for fear of drawing attention to myself. no one who ever noticed me had anything good to say. which got worse as I became more antisocial and reclusive. Then in high school I said "FUCK IT" and became goth. Later I grew the hell up.
I reckon I could give up sight or sound. I don't want to be too flippant as these senses are of course valuable and I don't intend to devalue the experiences of those who do suffer without the use of these senses.
I love to taste, smell, and touch my way through life and everyday. These are really sensuous, luxuries in that they are less necessary to real survival in today's world.
On the other hand, I find sounds and sights distracting, often blame them for headaches, ability taken for granted certainly, but I would be prepared to sacrifice one and live without, though preferably not without both!
I don't need my eyes to check myself in the mirror, and I don't need to be able to hear ever noise and murmur around me. I'd have a good excuse for not paying full attention all the time. With sight and no sound, I could still communicate in the written word, and eventually learn sign language. I wouldn't miss music at all, but I'm sure I would continue to sing, no matter what it sounded like to others! With hearing and no sight, I would have to rely on verbal communication, which would challenge my memory skills, which is not a bad thing.
I believe the loss of sight or sound would eventually allow other senses and observational qualities to develop.
I wouldn't have to drive a car in any traffic, I wouldn't have to answer telemarketers calls. I might get pissed off eventually by people assuming I'm incapable of doing other things too, but in their ignorance would lie my power - in things I could CHOOSE to be competent in, that others might not expect.
I think I might also take up athletics, if I could find a coach. It would be a lot more interesting running without sight or sound than the traditional way. I feel I might also end up making a significant invention if I was in a suitable position of need.
I would also be very willing to give up the ability to speak! I have a hundred excuses for not taking a vow of silence already, but I think I could personally gain so much insight, if only my community understood I were in a position where I could not / would not talk. I'd LOVE to not feel I had to talk to fill gaps, had to answer rhetorical questions, had to give honest answers when people really wished you would just lie, had to give a witty reply to small talk, etc etc. I also would not want people to feel sorry for me, I think that would suck worse than the physical disability itself.
There's more, but I think that might take up 60 seconds, so it's a wrap!
Быть может, зрение, я неважно вижу. Или нюх, вкус, я уже не курю. Во всем виноваты носдриии... ))
Мне мои чувства не мешают, сами то по себе. Главное, не расчувствоваться слишком. А вот потерю некоего 6-го я бы назвал хуже смерти.
LOL, I'm a Korean adoptee raised in a town that has like a 60% White 40% Hispanic demographic. In my 350-person grade going through school, there were, like, two other Asian kids. Of course I got bullied.
And when I was young, I got through it by punching people. And hilariously very infrequently getting into trouble because I was usually the one being picked on and I had good grades while the people picking on me were regular troublemakers.
Which one am I willing to give up? I would say none since I can't really imagine what I'd go through without any of the five. They're all too valuable. Well, I for one, would rather have my sense of smell if I had to choose between it and technology.
What nonsense kids this days that'd prefer having technology to the sense of smell. Shame on you people. aha.
That aside, if I really had to choose. I'd say that I'll be willing to give my sense of sight. I don't know actually. To not have anyone of these would make me feel real depressed. So, if for say I were to lose one of the five, why not just lose the one I hold dearest to.
That way, I don't have to judge the looks of others. Beauty would lie in my imaginations, and not what appears visible. I'll know who's sincere to be there for me. I won't have to deal with petty and trivial matters of life that the modernized world thinks too much about. Yeah, basically that's it.
Don't get me wrong. I would die inside if this actually happened to me. But somehow, I've gotten sick of people in this life that I actually don't really know what to think anymore.
I love my 5 senses and you should too.
Well duh, has anyone in this culture not been bullied at some point? Even for the lucky ones who did not get bullied by peers at school, we have a culture built on oppression and dominance; children are bullied by parents and other family members, school teachers and administration, church elders, and sometimes activity directors (coaches, etc.). In addition, it's not that uncommon for adults to be bullied in the workplace. Most of these latter examples of bullying may not involve physical violence, but the other crap is not only more subtle and insidious, it often causes more damage. Seriously, which do you think heals faster, a black eye, or the trauma of having gotten hit by someone who is supposed to keep you 'safe'? (yes, I have personal experience on that one, if you want the real-life experienced answer) Or a broken nose vs. the isolation of not being able to make real friends at school? (again real life experience talking here) Some cuts and bruises from some pathetic much bigger kid in grade school, or limitations on your ability to safely make a living as an adult? (ditto)
I've dealt with various kind of bullies throughout my life. Sadly, I have not found anything that prevents people from trying. I've figured out stuff that discourages it or reduces the odds, but not that completely eradicates it. Where I have seen big changes, though, is in how I respond. I have no tolerance for that kind of crap anymore, and pretty much since I've been out of my father's house, I've been willing to walk out of any situation where it occurs. That has included jobs and housing situations.
In more recent years, I've also discovered, to my surprise, that my response of immediate boundary-setting is actually taken seriously now. The last job where I had an office bully, I still left, but she got reprimanded as well, and the company itself got a talking-to by the temp agency that had sent me there. I was pretty shocked by that. And the last time I dealt with a bullying situation in my housing (which wasn't even directed at me initially, but at my ex-wife), as soon as I got involved and firmly (with yelling and threatening; I was sleep-deprived) told the guy to leave her the fuck alone, he did in fact back down and become afraid of me. He tried to pretend he wasn't right after I yelled at him, but he did keep some distance from me. After we announced we were moving out, our other housemate came home and kicked him out (!!!!!!), and the next day as he was leaving, I happened to cross a doorway where he could see me, and he flinched, then slunk away. He knew he'd actually done something wrong, and been caught. I was so used to the bully never getting it that what they did was wrong, plus used to everyone else acting like the bullying is acceptable and I'm just crazy. I actually felt a pretty great feeling when I first saw that I had gotten through to him, when I could feel it (shock hit me too, and harder). And in that case, my own firm boundary setting was apparently what our other roommate had needed in order to set firmer boundaries herself -- she'd been being quite a doormat, for several people, when we first moved in. Once we announced we were leaving, she got much better about setting boundaries with other people in her life, in addition to the crazy roommate.
I know the 2nd question here asks how did you get through it. Well, I guess literally I got through it one breath at a time, and just kept breathing. As for what brought the changes, that's complicated. There are certain things that certain types of bullies look for in a victim, so demonstrating the opposite of what they're looking for, such as setting and defending clear boundaries, projecting confidence, and not being easy to back down when you know what's going on, all help to reduce the odds that a bully will pick you out for a victim.
But then, there are other bullies who don't even look, they just try their same crap with everybody, or everybody in a certain set of circumstances (female coworkers, underlings of a certain manager, children, etc.). In those cases, again setting and defending firm boundaries, and being willing to exit the situation if that's the only way to ensure that your boundaries are respected, seems to still make some impact. I'm not sure what got that to spread to making an impact on other people as well (the witnesses, other people in the office or housing situation, etc.). I don't know if my confidence or firmness helped, or the fact that by the time these things happened I had a silver streak in my hair, or what.
I am happy to say I have not had to deal with another bully directly since that housing situation, about 3 years ago now.
Taste, because all the other ones are too romantic or important or something. I want to get into fights about the other ones. And if I couldn't taste, maybe I'd stop eating for pleasure. (Probably not; there are other factors involved there, like how eating feels, that have become associated with the pleasure.) Also it would be acceptably tragic if I got really good at cooking and I couldn't enjoy it in the most boring way.
Раз хочется что-то изменить, значит это не твоя "вторая половинка".
Людей не меняют насильно, люди меняются сами ради любимых. Добровольно. Если захотят....если захотят....
но это его единственное и уникальное отрицательное качество, можно сказать, изюминка)))
даже и не знаю, стоит ли это менять...
Sight and sound are humans primary senses and I rely on them both a lot. I enjoy reading and listening to music, I enjoy watching TV, I enjoy looking at pictures and listening to my dog snore. I could not bear to part with these senses.
Touch is vital. I've lost my sense of touch a few times in my hands and feet as part of my medical problems, and it was dangerous. I couldn't walk as I couldn't feel where my feet were. Putting this aside, I still could not bear to lose my sense of touch. Not being able to feel a hug? A kiss? To hold someones hand? Unthinkable.
Smell is the most evocative sense for humans. It's the sense that triggers the most memories, and just getting a whiff of something can completely change my mood in an instant. Not being able to smell the sea, or freshly laundered sheets is not something I would want to lose.
Which leaves taste. While I would very much miss it (ice cream! Sunday roasts! freshly baked bread!) I could adjust to living without it. While I know that I could in all actuality learn to deal with the lose of any of these senses should it come down to it (and people do have to do this, millions of people lose a sense in their lifetime), if I was given a choice then taste would be the one I'd pick, as I could more readily adjust to losing that.
I hope that this never gets put to the test. I don't want to lose any of my senses. I value them all too much.
Yea, I've been bullied sicne elementry school be just about everyone. I can't say it didn't hurt because it did, the words the teasing everything hurt. I got through it with music and acting detemination to follow my dreams. Talking to someone about also helped and writing things down in my diary.I had to learn that things would eventually get better and that I had to beilieve that or they'd get worse. I'm still currently bullied but I've grown and I'm trying to keep moving with life. My friends are some of the best; they make me forget some of the worst things and make me smile and laugh. Though in a way im still hurting they give me hope to keep moving on and to stay strong.
I'll just start my tangent off with this writers block which is somehwat applicable. I was bullied all through jr. high by a group of kids who called me faggot whenever I was out on the school grounds they would just follow me with nothing better to do with their time. I was fairly inspired by ghandi as a child and never responded to them. Getting home I would cry to relieve the stress, this coupled with bad grades parantle disaproval and the only frequent peer contact would be this group of kids. I tried to join a school orchastra, but there was none for my age group, i attempted to join a grade school orchastra that practiced on the school grounds. Eventually I just dropped out due to stress.
I remember wishing between two extremes as I went through school, one being no contact at all, and one being any contact even if bad with the other children, neither of which is a good alternative to positive peer influence of course. Much to my surprise a fellow classmate that recocnized me in highschool told me all the kids thought i'd just end up being like one of the columbine kids. That rumor which I was not aware of i'm sure did not help other kids warm up to me.
In the end I just turned to the druggy group and pot in highschool for a few years, that also helped me deal.
Whatever I can't even remember what I was going to talk about, this was like reversse-writers block+pathetic sob story.
Sometimes I'm glad I don't speak their language because I can't comprehend how they would deal with it in their homeland.
Perhaps they believe that someone will join them and then they just become arrogant with their imaginary support or the denial that says....sorry, perhaps we should go home if you came to make war.
You can only hope.
I walk away and think of all the dangers that they have yet to discover.
the hurricane ended up not really being a thing, at least where i live... it flooded our basement to where stuff was floating in it but that happens when it rains super heavily anyways. actually i slept through most of the hurricane... so
monday i only have art history, from like 5:45 to.. 8? 8 something? it's my only night class too so it feels weird.. it's like i ALMOST have a 3 day weekend, but not quite.
i want to work better on my life schedule, apparently with school now unless i want to sleep for 4 hours i have about 4 hours per day to do homework or leisure thing. i have to ween myself off of playing video games non stop cause 4 hours of playtime.. thats nothing. but it'll suck up my resources like crazy. i want to at least have an hour and a half of drawing each night. ugh... at least i have wednesdays, saturdays, and sundays. i dont want to imagine what it's like to have school, and a job. this is why i wish i was in art school instead. education with the added bonus of being able to draw all the time.
speaking of drawing, after about 2 months of not really drawing then bullshit happening and not even wanting to think about being in the mindset to draw its--------------- impossible to draw. this is kind of lame but um the way i draw rachael and penny is really formulatic, i even count out the tufts of their hair as i do them so its the same each time. uh. and i feel like ive literally forgotten everything when i try to draw. i get as far as a face and then feel that familar feeling of "now blood is rushing to my head and i want to literally cry and scream instead of draw right now." i'm sure that's very healthy!!
starting tuesday, school /really/ gets going. friday was just testing the waters. now im gonna be a full time student.....
you know, i never used to beat myself up so much, i just realized. i was thinking about my LJ entries back when i was a teenager and stuff, and yeah they hid what was going on under the surface with like moms addiction and everything, but i really only started feeling this gigantic wave of every day guilt and excessive whining since uhh.. well i know since when. since i started to feel like i was obligated to be successful to please other people or i'd lose them. i guess that was serious enough of a thing to make an impact where it's still bugged me...
i wish a had a therapist or something, i guess
my mind feels sort of like its being squeezed right now while i think of "what can i do to make things better" and even just having to think that.. im really stubborn i guess
i'll make time to do my art, i'm sure i'll draw plenty during my classes and the teachers seem laid back enough where that's okay. i really hate authority and i dont think i could deal with an adult telling me i cant draw during class. my math teacher encourages it, i told her i listen better when i can draw-- and it's true, i dont know if i have ADD but if my hands arent busy i can't focus and listen to whatever's happening
i'll sleep soon, need to call pat's brother and arrange a ride to school since the bus doesnt run past 4 pm
i've been asking mom for a few things, purely cosmetic, purely superficial, but it would boost my confidence at school a lot.. i'd like a cheap hair straightener and a hair cut, maybe some hair dye, because my hair right now.. well it's bad, like hermione first year of hogwarts but full of knots and completely dead and miscolored from being bleached incorrectly last year. i want to take the plunge and cut my hair really short but im afraid, for one i've never had it extremely short, i like to twirl my hair and stuff when im nervous. for another, i don't want it to be a "lesbian" thing.. there's that pressure of "oh short hair, gay." i mean it's something that really exists as much as i'd like to pretend it doesnt, but i want my hair short because.. well i just want it short. not to take up a role or anything. oh well.
Осязание, обоняние, зрение, слух, вкус.
Думаю без осязания, будет удобно в любых ситуациях. Я смогу сидеть на самых неудобных штуках с полным комфортом. Не станет разницы между ложем в шелках и колючей проволокой.
== Девять муз ==
Ура́ния — муза астрономии. Атрибуты — небесный глобус и циркуль.
Тайно завидует Эрато и дразнит Клио занудой.
Каллиопа «прекрасноголосая» — муза эпической поэзии.
Дионисий Медный в элегиях называл поэзию «криком Каллиопы».
Изображалась с восковыми табличками и стилосом. Ушла в длительный академ-отпуск, любит смсить на транслите и тролить на форумах, возмущена атаками на ЖЖ.
Эвтерпа или Евтерпа («увеселяющая»)— муза лирической поэзии и музыки. Изображалась с авлосом или сирингой в руках. Впала в глубокую кому в результате передозировки неизвестных наркотиков синтетической группы на концерте НаНа
Мельпомена — муза трагедии. Изображалась в виде женщины с повязкой на голове и в венке из листьев винограда или плюща, в театральной мантии, с трагической маской в одной руке и мечом или палицей в другой (символ неотвратимости наказания человека, нарушающего волю богов).
В попытке сменить имидж ушла в политику.
Талия, Фалия —муза комедии и лёгкой поэзии. Изображалась с комической маской в руках и венком плюща на голове. Судится с телеканалом ТнТ. Ходят слухи, что она анонимно поставляет многим деятелям, таким, как Евгений Воганович и Адам Сэндлер, свою использованную туалетную бумагу. Интересно зачем?
Эрато́ — муза любовной поэзии. Атрибут — кифара. Устроилась в престижное рекламное агентство.
Полиги́мния или Полимния — муза торжественных гимнов. Считается, что она хранит в памяти все гимны, песни и ритуальные танцы, которые славят олимпийских богов, также считается, что она изобрела лиру. Полигимния часто изображается со свитком в руках, в задумчивой позе.
Получила Нобелевскую премию мира за обещание сотворить "гимн человечеству". С деньгами скрылась в неизвестном направлении. Говорят, что её видили на востоке.
Терпсихо́ра— муза танца. Считается покровительницей танцев и хорового пения. Изображалась в виде молодой женщины, с улыбкой на лице иногда в позе танцовщицы, чаще сидящей и играющей на лире. Характерные атрибуты: венок на голове; в одной руке она держала лиру, а в другой плектр.
Считается матерью сирен (отец — бог реки Ахелой). Активно собирает фонды для ликвидации Леди Гаги, Моесеева и прочих, по средством изощрённых несчастных случаев.
Кли́о — муза истории в древнегреческой мифологии. Изображалась со свитком папируса или футляром для свитков. В последнее время комплексует из-за фильма «Индиана Джонс и Королевство хрустального черепа» подорвавшего интерес к истории нескольких поколений.
Yes, I was bullied quite heavily from seventh grade until I was out of high school, and left my small town for good.
I endured. I tried to keep my head down, and fought back when I felt I could. Mostly, I retreated into myself and pretended not to care what anyone thought, while I really wanted more than anything to be properly invisible, or simply ignored. Either would have been just fine by me.
Now that I'm an adult, and more than 20 years out of high school, I don't let ANYONE treat me like that, and I'd love to see every privileged, petty, snide, cruel, little shit-stain take a serious dose of what they're dishing out, just so they'll understand the pain, fear, rage, and humiliation that they cause for those they 'tease'.
Even now, memories of being bullied, or seeing it happen in movies or on TV, can completely enrage me. I feel like I could happily choke the life out of every one of the antagonists, real or scripted. I'm sure I wouldn't be able to fully conceal my hostile feelings for those who mocked and teased me in school, if I encountered them today.
I know as far as bullying goes, I was one of the lucky ones. I had a few constant, strong friends (who I'm still friends with to this very day) who helped me get through it. Looking back, I'm not sure how I would've gotten through with out them. But what I wish I had known back then was that everyone else was just as insecure as I was, the only difference was that they tried to fix their insecurities by picking on mine. Kids can be incredibly mean and cruel, but almost all of them grow out of it. It's just hard to realize that when you're a kid yourself and you're on the recieving end of that cruelty.
wow...many times. when i was in school, i was most likely the single most loathed person there just because i didn't fit in. i endured all kinds of torture, including years of name calling, horrific rumors, items of mine stolen and flushed down the toilet, physical abuse, a cindi lauper cassette thrown at me and being named cindi lauper (though i did enjoy the free cassette), and much much more. it scarred me for years and helped me develop an acute sense of reality towards people. my best friend also had received much torture, and it made our friendship that much stronger.
even now, those years are gone, and i don't give a rat's ass about those people or what they have to say, and i stick up for what is right, and respect for the right people. i have many haters who r scumbags and trashy whores that bully me now, making up crap about me on the net, even so far as to make their little sims character villains in my image (and what they incorrectly think is my name). my team and i have a blog about how western girls exploit eastern guys by romancing them for attention, sex, and money. i am of mixed race - my grandfather's mother was indian and married a white guy, and i don't look very indian, so this causes many assholes to inccorectly say that i'm white in an effort to abuse me. they are always either supporters of said shameful girls, or the shameful girls who are mentioned in our blog postings.
the irony is, as much as it all hurts, it does make me stronger. it makes my eyes more open to reality, it makes me more able to understand reality better and not sugarcoat things, and helps me to be genuine and not another fake who does this or that to kiss another's ass. it makes me...ME. and purely, original ME. my neighbour tells me that i'm a minority...not in a bad way - i'm a minority because very few people think like i do, and are brave enough to be as i am, and i'm proud of that. those who know me also like this trait in me very much. they find this one of my most attractive (if sometimes annoying) traits.
so be real, respect urself, respect others, respect ur culture and others, stick to ur culture or a similar one (western cultures with western cultures, doesn't matter - black, white, latino can mix well, and eastern with eastern cultures, but not western girls with eastern guys. western guys can be with eastern girls, and gay/lesbian couples can have interracial east/west relationships because their natural behaviours are different) and don't let others try to bring u down. in fact, laugh at them. you can even mock them back. one day, when i was being teased horribly, i simply laughed back at the person and it scared the hell out of him. gradually he'd tease me less. when he tried, i'd just laugh and think of that day. after awhile, he no longer could conquer me. and he was one of the biggest school bullies.
At 'em boys, give 'er the gun.
My Entire LIFE has been such. I eventually learned that at least in highschool i could do a better job than they could making fun of myself and then turn it around and slam them. it took away their power and made me a class clown of sorts. this worked for years. My sense of humour got me a lot of friends along the way. but still deep down it hurt. I mean fuck one asshole tried to kill me literally because i was fat.(luckily someone came to my defense. more ironically it was a person i was told to hate because of the colour of their skin when i was little) Then came college. Where LargeMan defender of the Obese was created in a moment when some fucker called me fat. Again my humour saved the day. I had to put up with some vicious insults from time to time. One of my friends during that time tried to jump up a scaffold to get some nasty ass construction fuck who decided to bring the insults one day. but i just again used my own insult skills to defuse that shit. (though that gesture was one of the first times anyone tried to defend me like that) After college Things were kinda ok except i had finally crossed into Gay World. you know where all those "It Gets Better" videos keep saying you will find acceptance... yeah about that. NO. not if you are fat and ugly. I found some acceptance in the SCA but even there people would say things. I think Furry was the first place i found that people were not only accepting of my and my weight but appreciated it. at least in the old days. I remember having cute guys and others faun over me which made me feel so damn good. I remember one night at AC LONG AGO when it was still a small con. i was at a small room party where they were watching Rocky Horror Picture Show and had people pile on me like i was a big teddy bear. and that made me feel so damn good. I fucking crave physical contact. but i will not initiate it. to many years of the only physical contact being being hit or abused (or molested or in one case raped) so yeah i crave it but fear it too. Furry gave me what i was looking for in that regard. at least again in the beginning. Galipolis was also a good place to be fat. People down there for the most part saw being big in Anyway as analogous to strength.
Then i began to lose weight. I had not in AGES felt bad about my size til i did this. then it all came out again. mostly cause i look like i am melting. and the insults came more and more. and then finding out things like i used to scare a lot of people with my old size. every single thing was like a punch to the face. Anymore i cannot tell if i am being hit on when i do get it cause i think it must be a joke. since so many times were. especially in the last ten years. Hell when i got the break up e-mail on christmas back in mid 2000s from my mate of 6 years it was basically boiled down to my weight. I have had a lot of people tell me my weight and size is not a thing and i think they try to make me feel better by mock hitting on me and teasing me but it really only fucking hurts more. and confuses me more. and in the last ten years i have taken to walking outside only at late night. the insults and assaults just got to be to much. Also listening to some people (note i do not name names but i could real easy) scream we fat fucks should just go out and exercise and such is very easy for them to say. even if they do receive insults for being gay or weird or whatever they simply do not have to put up with the level of dickshit we fat fucks have to deal with. even in fandoms and social groups where all the omegas of the world gather. groups of outcasts who are hated and vilified it is still OK to insult and degrade fat people. after all it is all our fault. and it is for our health that they do so. even though a lot of us end up huge from things like starving ourselves til the point that our body will store every single thing it encounters as fat. just in case of another famine.
In fact i can say that compared to the shit i have received from being fat the shit i have gotten for being gay is nothing at all. hell other than jokes from some of my other gay friends and a few close straight friends i cannot remember the last time i got anything like that for being gay.
I've gone through more of a humbling type of namecalling that I didn't hesistate to deliver back. I've had a friend constantly called fat and she really took all they said to heart but I don't care about her. She was a vain and stupid bitch.
Это дурь- хотеть в ком-то че-то менять. Умный и самадостаточный человек такой дурью не занимается. А если невыносимо с кем-то жить- уйди от него, а не пытайся изменить, дабы гадов менять- нервы себе трепать.
From what I've been able to "fascinate" through, bullies are control freaks. I think we all have our vices. If you are older and a control freak, you have to appear to be in control but your fears and need to conquer other people come out in bizarre ways. Some people try hard to contain themselves in their demeanor and then leak wrath in discreet ways. The fact that some control freaks have to always appear to be IN control totally fascinates me.
On the other hand, some people just tell it like it is. I don't like the facades people create whether it's a fake happiness, or a fake image of wealth. Faking is just a lie. Stuff like that bugs me. Bullies have to always keep up an image. This is the underlying theme to the movie, Titanic. It's why I loved it so much.
Lack of authenticity and avoidance really bugs me.
I'm more of a blurter. If I like you, you know it. If I think you're weird or disloyal or a putz, you know it. If I'm going to go the other direction and walk away from you, you know it well in advance. I wear my heart on my sleeve. And, if you don't like me, I don't care. It can take away a lot of anxiety to discard the need to be accepted.
I'd rather just be who I am and tell it like it is. My friends are much the same way. I admire that in people. Avoidance and facades, I don't admire. Bullies are avoidant because they let themselves show through disrespect of others when in actuality, and they don't even know this, they are disrespecting themselves.
I was a cheerleader & all the sports so I was afraid to fight & lose it all.
Until 9th grade came around I was totally bummed I didn't make it for the squad that I finally stood up to my bully started telling her stuff back! & she backed down real quick! She left me alone! I wanted to beat the shit out of her freshman year but just so happened she made the drill team squad so she had something to lose not me! haha! Also another time when I 1st met Mikey, his ex sister in law now could NOT swallow me for nothing! For no apparent reason cause I never did anything to her or said anything bad about her! She never gave me a chance! She was a witch! She would say mean things when I was around or one time she told me off right in front of my mother in law's house saying I was talking about her to my friend that her hair looked horrible & that her house was always dirty! Well I did say that to a friend who was sister to one of her friends so that was WRONG! I know very stupid of me but hey I was 17 at the time & I only told my "good friend" whatever! I only passed on the horrible things my mil said about her! So it got back to her that I said those things! See so it was twisted! So she hated me forever! Till the next year 2004 she saw me in Walmart started staring at me like looks could kill! NO JOKE! I had had it passed my head with her & her f*****g looks & rude comments! So I asked her if I owed her $ that she was looking at me like that!? lmao! & she said, "Excuse Me!" I told her you heard me so we started arguin' till she told me, "I don't care if your pregnant, I'll hit you!" & Woooooooooo!!!! That's when I said, "Oh you don't care!" & bang a big punch to her face & I got her good! She didn't get to hit me once in my belly nor face! She left crying to my mil & she had 2 big ass bumps on her face! Never messed with me ever again nor even look at me!
Little 8-year-old Lurkeriat, being an avid reader of action-packed tales of adventure, from The Hobbit to Young Jedi Knights, had both a profound, unswerving sense of justice and complete assurance in her authority to judge and render the same unto all her classmates. As such, she stood for neither bullying nor any unfair play of its sort. She brooked no meanness or rumor-spreading in her presence, and when made cognizant of the same, swift fell the gavel of her retribution. Direct confrontation was her six-shooter, and if the rumor-mongerer were bigger than she, Sheriff Lurkeriat kicked him in the shins before marching away, ponytail held high.
But late in the fifth grade, the world-weary gunslinger had a moment of spiritual enlightenment. She holstered her guns and embraced pacifism (most of the time) for the rest of her middle school days. Unhappily for her rogues' gallery, Lurkeriat never actually told anyone she was now above resorting to violence in her persuit of righteousness. And never did she muffle the clapper of her tongue as she brazenly extolled the unvarnished truth whenever her opinion was solicited. <strike>and sometimes when it wasn't</strike>
So no one ever bullied or teased her or anyone she knew, because she would stand for precisely none of it. And then she went to a small high school full of kind, considerate people. Also, there were uniforms, a warm, close-knit community, and very strict rules, so the troublemakers washed out pretty quickly.
And once you're out of high school, there's no such thing as bullying anymore, because the grown-up term for that is harrassment.
Even the bullies were bullied, quite honestly.
I only felt physically threatened once, and I still have no idea what that was about but sort of want to know. I was in the girl's bathroom, and out of nowhere realized another girl was practically in my face glaring at me. Completely out of the blue. I threw out the paper towels and bolted out of there. All I can think is that either she'd asked me to leave and I hadn't heard, she just felt like threatening a sixth grader, or she had some other issues.
As for what I did about verbal and emotional bullying... I followed the advice of my guidance counselors, only either they gave the worst advice ever, I did it wrong, or sometimes teens are just cruel and will bully no matter what. I think it's mostly two and three, although I do think my guidance counselors sometimes gave pretty generic advice that showed they really weren't... in touch with their students. I mean, my friend's Mom had to come into the school and fight for them - and believe me, she didn't want to be a helicopter Mom, but the counselor disregarded every single thing they said.
However, I think a lot of the advice they gave me actually did work occasionally - it was just that often I either did it wrong or kids knew right away what I was doing and didn't want to let it work. And some of them really were helpful... or at least wanted to be. But at the end of the day, the high school guidance counselors were there for SAT, ACT, PSAT and college stuff, and the middle school guidance counselors were focused on getting everyone to aforementioned high school.
Yeah, sure, i was bullied. I was a whiny little shit, and pretty certain I was smarter than all the other kids (no common sense, tho)
I dealt with it by gettign thrashed a few times, and then learning to convert pain into anger, and anger into rage. Once i was mad enough, i didnt feel physical pain, at least until i cooled down, and i got strong. Inability to feel pain, and adrenaline fueling my muscles, made for a kid who wasnt so easy to fight.
Then, I joined the Marines, I trained certain skills, and more importantly, I got brainwashed into thinking there was noone on earth that could kick my ass. When im pissed off, i still feel that way, and, well, being the crazy shit who tells 7-8 football players that they need help to kick his ass, but that he will wait till they get the help.. Not really been in a fight since.
Sure, i know if that fight started, id get my ass creamed... but I also fully believe, in that moment that those 7 guys DO NEED some help to thrash me, and its only fair that I give them warning.
I never bullied. What a waste of energy.
Bullies beware...I don't take shit. I don't give shit. I'm not in the shit business.
Certain people would have us believe that caucasians are the most bigoted, but that is because it is the only kind reported. My experiences are merely a small example of a large, under reported culture of hate. There has been vicious cultural warfare since Cain murdered Abel. One of my friends today was also a blond child in the barrio. It didn't matter that here dad was from Mexico, nor that she could not speak English. On Friday, a young girl at the bank had light brown hair. I complimented her on the color and saw the pain in her eyes. I knew that she had seen what I had seen.
Most people report bullying as words. Some add shoves, elbows, broken pencils, etc. It's mostly emotional abuse of some sort. The older I get, the more I see that telling someone to 'man up' or 'get over it' really is more helpful than dwelling on an insult! The sooner one forgets that other person's stupidity, the sooner one can get on to thinking about something important! That's why I like the Bible. It continually says we are worth more than all the treasures on earch, so shake the dust of our feet and go elsewhere. Few of the bullying stories talk about broken bones and concussions. Those make the news, right? Not necessarily.
My sister, whose hair was merely brown was hit in the head during recess. She blacked out. In a separate incident, an older boy swung the bat at my legs. I still bear the marks in my shins. I have scars on my hands and arms from a multitude of other attacks. Why were we bullied? It was the 60s, but it hasn't changed much today. Some say it had become worse, because excuses are made for the perpetrators. It's OK for certain people, because of their history of repression. My sister and I simply had skin that was too pale. Everyone else had brown skin. Mine was the lone blond head in a sea of glossy black. What was our crime? Our existance? Weren't we repressed? I listen to certain people of color harp about abuses, but they never went through anything like what I experienced!
Most of my friends see the larger picture. My friends come in all colors and varied ethnic backgrounds. Amazingly, I have no problem with Hispanics in general. I am part of that culture. Why single out an individual for the actions of a group? Ignorance and stupidity are color-blind, and abuse between races is not one-sided.
I am so tired of this topic. Bullying has been going on as long as there have been human beings on the planet. Why the sudden focus on it?
And let's face it. The main kind of bullying people care about is the (supposed) huge amounts of bullying of homosexuals. When's the first, last or any time you've seen a program addressing bullying of kids who are conservatives, or who are Christians, or who choose to be sexually abstinent or who speak out on behalf of unborn children? What's that you say? Zip? Exactly.
In cases when there is real bullying, teach your kids to kick some butt. That'll learn those punk bullies. I cannot stand them.
The question itself confuses me.
From the time they are small children are taught by the school and by the culture around them that they are simply evolved animals, just a few steps higher than monkeys. Materialism and Naturalism are the only accepted views. The strong kill the weak. Survival of the fittest, and all that.
They are told they came from nothing and are going toward nothing.
They are told the universe itself is an accident and has no purpose or meaning.
They are told there is no God, and that believing in such is stupid at best and dangerous at worst.
They are told morals are man-made and simply a matter of your own preference.
They are told there's no objective truth and no objective right or wrong. Saying otherwise is intolerant and closed minded.
They are raised in broken families with parents who aren't around half the time. Or when they are around, they use the TV, computer, cell phone as babysitters.
And then we pretend we are shocked when children behave like animals with no sense of humanity or right and wrong? Why? They are simply living out the philosophies we as adults have taught them since they were born.
Ideas have consequences.
My favorite place in the world is Tamaraw Beach, the Philippines.
As I sit in the blackness of night i hear the water lapping up the edge of the expanse of blue-green ocean. My toes are burried into the still-warm, sun-soaked sand. The stars are like pinholes in the blanketed black sky, streaming through to my little world brighter than I've ever seen them.
I'm surrounded by people that are changing my life one moment at a time. People that love me unconditionally; whose love gives, even when they have nothing.
We're in our own little slip of paradiase.
Lots. I was just an awkward kid. But you know, it really encouraged me to develop resilience and tremendous inner resources. I never learned how to grow a thick skin so I still feel everything, but I am very, very good at getting back up after I fall down.
On the whole, I have to say that being bullied was useful. It produced a resilient, adaptive human being with plenty to offer.
Is this an actual question? Just no. Honestly, putting conditions on how you feel about someone means you must not like them that much in the first place. Faults are endearing. Fuckkkk off. If I have an issue I'll talk about it.
Is this an actual question? Just no. If there are conditions on the way you feel about someone, you probably don't like them that much in the first place. Faults are endearing. Fuckkkkk off. If I do have an issue I'll talk about it.
My favorite thing to do alone is paint. I love it! Acrylic is my medium of choice. I love watching the thick globs of color form into something new. My little brush leaves behind lines and swirls of raw emotion. For those few minutes I am no longer myself. The Julia that's dealing with life fades away and I become a person so in tune with my soul, my insides, that nothing else really matters.
Abstract painting has it's place. I enjoy it because of the attention it allows me to pay to color. Sometimes i'll work for five minutes just going for that little piece of the perfect shade.
Canvas gets filled up with the breathing of my heart. It's a process so sacred to me that it's difficult to do around others, even if they're a room or a house away. For that reason, I cherish my alone time. I can create and become who I am inside.
A very creative, introverted, individual.
I was bullied a LOT in grade school on up through Junior High. I got beat up and had my lunch box stolen in around 2nd grade. There were many names for me. I was overweight in Junior High so I got a lot of crap for that. There was rumor I was pregnant in 8th grade because I was heavy. Up through high school it was pretty awful and it was not just one person I could avoid, it was a lot of people.
Aaaaaaaaaagh. I hate these; I hate this question. I love all my senses, I want all of them. I suppose I would cheat and pick taste since taste is a combination of smell and touch, so I would still be able to enjoy... uh, tasting things. Cheat, cheat, cheat. Yup.
Ha ha ha.
I think the better question is, when was I not?
I would tell my mom, who would tell my teachers, teachers would tell students, and that only made it worse because then I was a 'tattletale.' I became introverted and shy, because everyone was a possible bully. I had an entire CLASS bully be since they found out what my my middle initials spelled (HOH at the time) and they all started singing "Heidi Heidi Heidi ho." I couldn't do a thing and just cried. School was awful. I simply kept to myself and ignored everyone that tried to bully me, or simply got up and left.
If anyone ever wondered why I hated that song, now you know why :p
Men (espessially teenagers) use girls for sex and rape. Horrid. Just plain Horrid. I would like to see more freedom for children, teenagers and women.
DOWN WITH BTR AND THE DESPRATE WAYS!!!!
Uhmmm. I haven't really, I don't think. If I were being bullied, I don't know if I would recognize it because I don't take people's shit. I have no issue reporting you to the principle if I feel threatened. I have no issue hissing all the reasons I think you're a dumbass if I feel verbally attacked. People are so stupid. -sigh- And I've never been physically bullied because I'm smallish and a girl.
I dunno. Bullying makes me really angry. I don't understand it. I just get really, really angry until evil is defeated. PARTY ON.