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You Aren’t Boring I Just Suck At Conversations I’m Sorry: a novel by me

You ever have that moment...

When you wake up and realize, none of this matters. The social constructs we've created are like an advanced sim that is MADE to only benefit some and keep the rest in line. Why the fuck do we subscribe to this? It makes me hate waking up to this world.

Strong Sarcasm | Bullies

Welcome to Strong Sarcasm, a blog segment written and realized through the masterful use of positivity. If you didn’t understand sarcasm before you came here. You likely will after, or at least I hope so.

Starting with Bullying.

Don’t you just love it when people don’t value themselves and decide to berate others to feel better about their lives and shortcomings? That is what makes young adult life so very easy. What would we do without those bullies that make us question our self-worth?

I remember going into school not interested in learning the material and actually getting a decent education, but waiting for the wonderful little quips some of my peers had prepared for me. I especially loved the ones targeted at identification. “You aren’t really black”. “Stop lying”. “But you look white”. “ You were adopted”. I would think. “These people must have been there when my Black mother gave birth to me, not me.” 

They surely had every understanding of genetics and biology… What intelligent lifeforms… Yes indeed. I never thought that I wanted to punch the crap out of these kids. Or that part of their brain must’ve bypassed the development stage. Perhaps when they were disrupting class by dancing on the table, and the remaining amount that was functional just… slipped out. 

Bullying as a child is one thing. As a child, you are young and developing, with strange hormones frantically barreling through your body. Sometimes you cannot differentiate between emotions and actions. So bullying is always better in adults. It’s a sure-fire way to discover maturity.

I will say, some kids go through really difficult events in their lives, bullies are often the result of social distress, or distress at home. That girl that you bullied or disrespected, you may not have known, but she was also struggling in her life. Her parents were going through a divorce, and she was at risk of being homeless. If you had asked, you would have known. Perhaps you could’ve made her life a little easier, too, because I guarantee she could have used a friend. And she didn’t abuse you just because she was struggling in her life.

So, to put a cheerful spin on this…

Don’t be a dick.

Writer & Editor

Vivian Alice

who called it emotional baggage and not griefcase

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