The Weakness Of Bullying
that girl you just called fat, starves herself for days. that boy you just called stupid, suffers from a learning disability. the girl you just called ugly, spends hours putting on make-up, hoping people will like her. the boy you just tripped over, he is abused enough at home. there is a lot more about people then what you think. put this as your status if you are against bullying.
This is a paragraph of text I found on a social networking site not too long ago. It really shows a depth of emotion to any intellectual who reads it, sadly enough all of those damned bullying mongrels, who treat people like garbage on a regular basis, will not feel ANYTHING FROM IT. Even this post that I’m writing right now wouldn’t have any effect to them. Personally, bullies are the uttermost lowest forms of life, they are putrid, careless, and always, always, use the stupid “What are you going to do about it” excuse when you confront them.
Fracking nonsense.
Those that bully others, are weak. If you have to expel whatever it is your going through in your life onto someone else, then you are weak, you mentally can’t cope with your own problems, nor compute empathy towards the person you are expelling the misery onto, and you consider yourself tough because you do so. Tormenting, stealing things and not giving them back, hitting people, whatever it is that you do, to make you feel “better” in your life, your only way of dealing with your problems, is to be a bloody inconvenience and pain to other people.
That, is weak.
The strong ones, are the ones that day after day, put up with your crap, absorbing every word, every stupid, thoughtless comment, every unintuitive “What are you going to do about it” lines. These people, not only cope with their own problems on a day to day basis, but yours to. Your “clever” and “tough” method of getting better is ridiculously primate, definitely not tough, your just passing the pain along because you can’t cope.
Tough isn’t standing in your group, spitting out insults and stealing the ball whenever it comes your way, tough isn’t picking on someone that you know stands no chance against you physically. You never see a group of mouthy little idiots, that normally pick on other people, going up to the big group of rugby players and stealing their ball. And if ever a ball from the rugby players rolled nearby, you wouldn’t pick it up and just hold onto it, you wouldn’t throw it over the edge either. Oh no, of course not. Because you aren’t tough, you’re the stab of a needle.
I find it interesting, that when you were hanging out in the area, all by yourself, whenever the ball rolled astray. You didn’t pick it up and throw it further away, and you didn’t sit there and hold onto it either. Of course not, because you aren’t tough. But low and behold, when you’re sitting in your group of “friends” suddenly the ball rolling your way is a big deal, you grab it, pick it up, holding it within your unmanned ligaments, your film without a director, and then you toss the ball away, smirking happily, looking to your “friends” for acceptance. Peer pressure? Honestly? That isn’t tough.
I tell you to give the ball back, you say, “What are you going to do about it?”
I say, “I shouldn’t have to do anything about it, you should just give me the ball.”
You throw it over the edge, the only one laughing in your group, I laugh sarcastically, and say, “Oh yeah, just as funny as the last hundred times, idiot.”
Oh, too hard of a line for you to handle? You resort to the most pathetic excuse for bullying in existence; you start trying to torment me about my clothing, in particular, my shoes. How ridiculous, did you know that in KINDERGARTEN I had a similar problem, people bullying me because I wasn’t wearing the same shoes as them, the same t-shirt as them. It seems to me that you bullying dimwits don’t mature conversationally, or intellectually for that matter. Or should I say, it seems to me that you poo-poo heads don’t grow up, your brains are dead.
The paragraph at the top. That wasn’t written by just anyone. That was written by someone that is bullied on a day to day basis.
“But how do you know this Ben?”
You could call it a stubborn guess, but honestly I believe that without the motivation, that emotional tug towards the topic, that understanding of how it feels, you wouldn’t write something like this. I don’t know anyone who could just write such a powerful paragraph without any motivation. That paragraph has motivation, most likely this person was bullied, and probably is bullied still. Because alike me, ranting our problems to the internet, we don’t get heard. The people that do these things don’t read this stuff, they don’t care. Where as you and I can feel the anger of the writer coming through, that stern second last line that cuts you, it’s pure anger, but at the same time it’s desperation for it to be heard and understood. Screaming for the people that bully, to stop.
“there is a lot more about people then what you think.”
I need to find the writer of this. Although I’ve written a whole page of writing about my thoughts on bullying, their one paragraph has done far greater than I could ever hope to achieve in this post. For starters, my posts aren’t spread around social networks for everyone to read, this was. Because it simply is an incredibly powerful paragraph that got through to a lot of people. So read the paragraph, feel it’s emotions, follow it’s message, and send it out. To the world.
Just like the writer requested.
For those bullies out there that don’t bully because of their own social problems, and only because they’re bored, or because they “were only joking.”
You need to, more than ever . . .
. . . get a better hobby.
Thanks for reading yet again folks.
Ben,
