Being bullied is a terrible thing. It’s not cute, it’s very traumatizing, especially if it happens in a school where a kids safety is guaranteed by the authority that runs the school. And unfortunately, it’s not the reality. So many kids today are ending their lives because nobody cares to fulfill their duty in protecting them. But we live in a cursed world, so ofc there’s going to be disorder in a building meant for education and safety. Still I don’t care. Protect the students at all costs especially those who suffer from mental illnesses. I don’t trust anybody. Grown ups in suits that wear their socks up high, higher than most of us ordinary folks, I don’t trust them. I don’t trust them to protect students because they don’t care about the students. If they did, they’d put their employees through a session of intense bootcamp, to hopefully humble them up. These teachers act like they’re better than any student, they’re wrong. Everybody should be treated the same. No favoritism whatsoever. I don’t care how attractive a student is or how cool they look, it’s a school, it’s not a popularity contest. It saddens me knowing there are many cases of kids with problems at home, such as those who are victims of domestic violence, then they go to school, only to be bullied by a bunch of cowards. To see a kid sit in a cafeteria, at a table all by himself because the other kids think they’re too good to sit with him, well it breaks my heart when he cries because he feels like he has no friends. Everyone deserves friends. We’re all humans, we’re here to connect.
I was bullied in school my whole life for looking a different race other than white. I’m two races; Caucasian and Honduran. Most people never heard of the country Honduras. They’re just too lazy to study geography or whatever. I’ve been called a stupid Mexican most of my life, and all through those years, I’d come home crying my eyes out, I hated school. I didn’t want to go back. I was scared. I was afraid of the racism. I wanted to kill myself. I never knew about racism until I experienced the bullying. It wasn’t fun. But despite being picked on, I don’t hate a single person that bullied me. I forgive them because Jesus would want me to. It’s not my right to hold grudges towards people. It’s not their fault. I just hope someday they get whacked in the head and they get saved, become better people, learn to love others who look different. Jesus didn’t die on the cross for white people, he didn’t die on the cross for black people, he died on the cross for all sinners. We are to love each other and pray for each other during difficult times. Hate has no place as far as I’m concerned, but unfortunately it does have a home, and it’s seeded inside of every ignorant person that doesn’t adapt over the years, they stick to the same lies and rumors till they want to get verbally violent and act out their hate through words or violence.
What sets me off even worse is that those kids who get bullied in school, they rarely have another student defend them. When I was school, that was the reality. Not one person defended me against the racist cowards. But look at me, I don’t look angry. All the years of being bullied in school, yet I’m the kindest person you will ever meet. I could be one of those violent dudes that wants to hate the government for not making school safer, but I’m not. Everyday I’m thankful that God kept me strong and patience. Waiting for his blessing to take me out of this hell. I’ll tell you, I couldn’t go through it again, I just couldn’t. It was pure terror. It was like going to school knowing I was going to be harassed by white supremacists, I was scared to death. It caused me to have low self-esteem, when someone calls me cute I think they’re full of it. Being bullied takes a huge toll on your well-being. You’re not that nice kid who smiles a lot when you see strangers. You’re not that people person anymore. All that’s left of you is anger, sadness, envy and insecurity. You’re scarred for life. But to whoever reads this, don’t give in to temptation, seek help, life is precious, imagine hanging out at an ocean shore or sitting in a canoe exploring beautiful caves. Don’t think that you need to have a gf or a bf to enjoy happiness. Chester Bennington, he had a beautiful family of his own, a beautiful wife, but he still wasn’t enjoying life. Talk to a therapist. Get that misery and grief taken care of.
– my apologies for any typos or misspellings