Finvola
Where's my pie?
Originally posted by Sultan Bhargash
I was a chubby kid with big plastic rimmed glasses. The self defense mechanism I chose was humor. I was a "loser" thru 9th grade and then made a fairy tale transition to super cool and in with the ladies. Meanwhile the bass player/gymnast cool guy who was responsible for much of my humiliation discovered drugs too early and was a burnout case by the time we graduated.
I don't like the stereotypes of who is a loser and who isn't. It is just as much pressure on the jocks as on the geeks. And those "losers" everyone made fun of at Columbine really did turn out to be the ultimate losers, but not before making things horrible for the "non losers" who taunted them.
If you are loser, remember these things: 1. develop a sense of humor, best acheived by watching comedy movies and late night tv hosts over and over and reading the books of Terry Pratchett. Funny losers soon outgrow the category. Angry losers or sad losers never do.
2. Love yourself as the loser you are, it will make it easier to change. If you are a fat loser, buy comfortable clothes that are even bigger than the big size you need, you will feel better and that may help you get more physically active. If you are thin loser, make fun of fat losers and you will feel better.
3. Remember Users are Losers. Don't use drugs until you are a winner. It will make it easier to beat the rap if you get caught. Just ask the winners of the last 3 presidential elections...
I was bullied through most of Jr High and High school..I was very quiet and quite small and wore what I wanted and didn't care what was in style or popular. This one girl in particular bullied me so badly that I dropped out of school and after the 3rd time of quitting school i stayed out..she made my life hell..why? dunno, she was a big bully, about 100lbs heavier and 8 inches taller..she wasn't too popular either but she had a group of thugs and one of them 'defected' and became my friend and she soon got harrassed. no matter what we did, going to police, the school, nothing worked.. one day my best friend at the time started working at the same restraunt and the became friends..so i knew that the time would come where i'd have to run into her again..she ended up being a quite decent friend to me in the end, helping me out when i wasn't working, putting me up when i didn't have a place to live..but i never fully trusted her.. We talked about all that high school stuff, she just said that she was always getting arrested, always taking drugs and drinking booze, just a trouble maker, she was nice originally (we sat next to each other because we had the same last name) sent off to rehab and came b ack evil . she really had felt bad for being a big mean bully. She came from a good home and family and her parents were sweet as anything. I think she just was hanging out with the wrong people and because she was so tall she realized she could make people as miserable as she was inside.