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» Bullies
Oh god, not this one.
Bullying is a hard thing to handle when you are young. I put up with my fair share of it. I was born in a small Scottish town called Paisley (near Glasgow) and went to several schools which I had to leave in the end due to bullying. I believe I had turned out fine, but when I think about my past now, I still feel the anger boiling inside of me. I now know that a lot of the perpetrators are now dead, either by suicide or they have been murdered by some means. I now realise that most of these people came from pretty broken families and took their frustrations out on me which I reacted to very badly.
Various memories:
Having my hand held down on a desk and having a compass stabbed right into the back of it and the teacher turning a blind eye due to the claims of every pupil in the class that it was my stupid fault and I shouldn't be playing with it. In reality, the teacher was terrified as our school was right next to Ferguslie Park where the scum of Paisley reside.
Thrown out of a 3rd floor window during a free period and cracking my head on the concrete below requiring stitches and STILL getting the blame for it from the teacher. once again, terrified of repercussions should he punish the perpetrators.
being accused of murdering my best friend (who commited suicide due to his choice in sexuality when he was 14 and it being spread like wild-fire round the school). Apparently I pushed off a high building and he died (I didn't). However, we were very good friends and I was really his first boyfriend and it devastated me that he was killed.
Being absolutely terrified of leaving in the morning to go to school as every morning, there would be pupils waiting to kick the crap out of me if I even dared to leave the house. My parents/teachers advise - "oh just ignore it". Stupid cunts.
Being chased round the school...one of the pupils slipped on the floor and cracked his back..ended up in hospital...got screamed at by head and being called a useless liar by the headteacher and being taken home and beat up by my father despite my protestations that I was innocent on this.
Being chased from the Big Apple pool hall in Paisley West End and getting caught and having several people repeatedly hitting me over the head with pool cues (one of them even broke).
Being chased when I was in the scouts. Woke up lying on the ground with my head bleeding profusely. Apparently I was caught and the perpetrators had smashed my head several times against a brick wall however, I remember none of this. Spent some days in the RAH in Paisley.
Through all this. I learned that a lot of our thoughts in later life come from our youth and I took a lot of anger into my adulthood. I've only now realised that this was the cause of my own unhappiness in later life and I've put it all behind me in the satisfaction that I now have a well paid job with the BBC in London, in a comfortable gay relationship with a man that I love to bits and most of the people who done this are now dead, in jail, or constantly on the dole.
Remember, when we take our anger from our schooldays into our later lifes, it hurts us a lot. We must remember that sometimes the only way to be happy is to forgive and forget the people who are responsible and take satisfaction that they are probably worse off than us, deservedly or not.
(Wed 13th May 2009, 15:10, More)
Oh god, not this one.
Bullying is a hard thing to handle when you are young. I put up with my fair share of it. I was born in a small Scottish town called Paisley (near Glasgow) and went to several schools which I had to leave in the end due to bullying. I believe I had turned out fine, but when I think about my past now, I still feel the anger boiling inside of me. I now know that a lot of the perpetrators are now dead, either by suicide or they have been murdered by some means. I now realise that most of these people came from pretty broken families and took their frustrations out on me which I reacted to very badly.
Various memories:
Having my hand held down on a desk and having a compass stabbed right into the back of it and the teacher turning a blind eye due to the claims of every pupil in the class that it was my stupid fault and I shouldn't be playing with it. In reality, the teacher was terrified as our school was right next to Ferguslie Park where the scum of Paisley reside.
Thrown out of a 3rd floor window during a free period and cracking my head on the concrete below requiring stitches and STILL getting the blame for it from the teacher. once again, terrified of repercussions should he punish the perpetrators.
being accused of murdering my best friend (who commited suicide due to his choice in sexuality when he was 14 and it being spread like wild-fire round the school). Apparently I pushed off a high building and he died (I didn't). However, we were very good friends and I was really his first boyfriend and it devastated me that he was killed.
Being absolutely terrified of leaving in the morning to go to school as every morning, there would be pupils waiting to kick the crap out of me if I even dared to leave the house. My parents/teachers advise - "oh just ignore it". Stupid cunts.
Being chased round the school...one of the pupils slipped on the floor and cracked his back..ended up in hospital...got screamed at by head and being called a useless liar by the headteacher and being taken home and beat up by my father despite my protestations that I was innocent on this.
Being chased from the Big Apple pool hall in Paisley West End and getting caught and having several people repeatedly hitting me over the head with pool cues (one of them even broke).
Being chased when I was in the scouts. Woke up lying on the ground with my head bleeding profusely. Apparently I was caught and the perpetrators had smashed my head several times against a brick wall however, I remember none of this. Spent some days in the RAH in Paisley.
Through all this. I learned that a lot of our thoughts in later life come from our youth and I took a lot of anger into my adulthood. I've only now realised that this was the cause of my own unhappiness in later life and I've put it all behind me in the satisfaction that I now have a well paid job with the BBC in London, in a comfortable gay relationship with a man that I love to bits and most of the people who done this are now dead, in jail, or constantly on the dole.
Remember, when we take our anger from our schooldays into our later lifes, it hurts us a lot. We must remember that sometimes the only way to be happy is to forgive and forget the people who are responsible and take satisfaction that they are probably worse off than us, deservedly or not.
(Wed 13th May 2009, 15:10, More)
» Guilty Laughs
McCanns visiting the pope
Can't remember what paper it was, but it was one of those London papers like the 'London Paper', 'Evening Standard' or something...can't really remember...anyway...there was a story on the front page which had me stifling laughter all the way to Oxford Circus from White City on the Central line about the McCanns visit to the Vatican to meet the pope, in particular the very large front page report about 'Gerry McCann to kiss the Popes ring". I think the image of me gutting myself with laughter whilst looking at this headline made a lot of people hate me on the tube that day.
(Thu 22nd Jul 2010, 17:19, More)
McCanns visiting the pope
Can't remember what paper it was, but it was one of those London papers like the 'London Paper', 'Evening Standard' or something...can't really remember...anyway...there was a story on the front page which had me stifling laughter all the way to Oxford Circus from White City on the Central line about the McCanns visit to the Vatican to meet the pope, in particular the very large front page report about 'Gerry McCann to kiss the Popes ring". I think the image of me gutting myself with laughter whilst looking at this headline made a lot of people hate me on the tube that day.
(Thu 22nd Jul 2010, 17:19, More)
» I don't understand the attraction
I don't get the attraction for...
Oasis. My friends have always loved them. But I don't get the atttraction. I really do find their vocal talents are very limited. If you like them, fair enough. I just find them over-rated and their singing talents leave a lot to be desired.
(Wed 21st Oct 2009, 11:10, More)
I don't get the attraction for...
Oasis. My friends have always loved them. But I don't get the atttraction. I really do find their vocal talents are very limited. If you like them, fair enough. I just find them over-rated and their singing talents leave a lot to be desired.
(Wed 21st Oct 2009, 11:10, More)
» I don't understand the attraction
I don't get...
those dresses that some woman wear that make them look pregnant. I just don't get it. They make you look fat and....pregnant. Why wear them?
(Mon 19th Oct 2009, 15:38, More)
I don't get...
those dresses that some woman wear that make them look pregnant. I just don't get it. They make you look fat and....pregnant. Why wear them?
(Mon 19th Oct 2009, 15:38, More)
» I don't understand the attraction
People who...
aim to get their luggage before the seatbelt light has turned off, and some even before the plane has stopped.
The damn crew have asked you to keep your seat and seatbelt on until the plane has stopped and the seatbelt has turned off.
obey the damn instructions, you twats.
(Mon 19th Oct 2009, 15:30, More)
People who...
aim to get their luggage before the seatbelt light has turned off, and some even before the plane has stopped.
The damn crew have asked you to keep your seat and seatbelt on until the plane has stopped and the seatbelt has turned off.
obey the damn instructions, you twats.
(Mon 19th Oct 2009, 15:30, More)