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It's just strange to me, to know that even USD and Azelma (not in this thread, I think) dealt with shit in school.

I went to public school. In elementary school I was one of the smart kids, but I didn't get shit for it. Throughout (and currently) I wasn't thin, but I didn't get shit for it. My native language wasn't English, but I didn't get shit for it. I owned a lot of black shirts and wore a trenchcoat in the winter, but I didn't get shit for it. I'm not particularly outgoing or naturally gifted at making friends, but I was friends with everyone in high school. I got into one "fight" ever, it was with some racist chickenshit who was picking on middle-school girls, it was one punch, and he got expelled for theft later that year anyway. I find it genuinely weird that all of you apparently had these incredibly unpleasant experiences, and frequently, at the hands of other kids.

It's not like I went to some tiny, isolated, pleasant private school. There were 1200 kids in my high school. Maybe New Jersey's nicer than the rest of the country gives it credit for.

If destruction exists, we must destroy everything.
Shuruppak Yuratuhl
Slaad Shrpk Breizh

The closest answer I can think of is that you are passive, conventional and non-threatening.

Aestu of Bleeding Hollow...

Nihilism is a copout.

I was sent to elementary school on the other side of town(someone has to keep the average test scores up apparently) and was very good friends with other people who were sent there to bring up the test scores and I was friends with almost everyone at that school. UNFORTUNATELY, middle school didn't send me and my friends to the same one, we all went to schools based on geographical location of our homes as opposed to which schools needed test scores, so i didn't end up knowing anyone. I was a short skinny white lower middle class kid and the groups of people i could choose from were ghetto thuggish black dudes or preppy wannabe rich boy white kids. I didn't get on with anyone there.

High school was a drastic improvement and I'm still friends with ~10 people I met there.

how to survive high school

People are all wired differently. Some are outgoing, some are introverted. Some are better at reading others, some live in a constant state of obsession, paranoia and over-analyzation of just about every social encounter.

Usd's reaction and ways of dealing with bullying is different than mine, which is different than Kayllaira's, which is different than Aestu's which is different than Tuhl's.

Even if the differences in our mental wiring are very subtle, if they occur in just the right ways at just the right times the end result can be very distinct.

I also think its important to acknowledge that the 'well X happened to me and I turned out fine' philosophy is flawed for these very reasons, though I'm not sure how many people are saying it to be facetious versus serious..or just making a casual observation.

Brawlsack

Taking an extended hiatus from gaming

Probably. I also somehow managed to avoid the "angsty teenager" phase.

If destruction exists, we must destroy everything.
Shuruppak Yuratuhl
Slaad Shrpk Breizh

I'm surprised that you would think it strange. Most people on this forum are nerds in some capacity, have had various social issues, are of above average intelligence (which also leads to some alienation), and all the other things that go with it.



Yes pretty much grades 5th, 6th, 7th, and 8th were the worst years of my entire life. I was picked on and mocked for everything from my clothes, to yes...even the uncontrollable act of going through puberty. A lot of it were problems because I was in a richer public school, and was by far the poorest amongst everyone (the one good thing my mother did, ensure we live in a shitty apartment that was at least in a good district).

I had hair under my arms in 6th grade. I remember this popular girl saw as I raised my hand in class....she made a whole scene about it saying "ewwwwww" and everyone laughed. I remember girls refused to sit in chairs that I sat in because I was "gross"

I had a teacher in 6th grade make fun of how my clothes smelled in front of the entire class as I was delivering a presentation:

Teacher, interrupting: "Sorry Scott, does your mother smoke?"

Me: "...yes."

Teacher: "Oh wow...I can really smell it on your clothes"

Class: *Stifled Sniggering*

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I remember the tears welling up as one of the popular girls in the school, who I had a crush on looked at me while I was trying to talk to her in 7th grade and said: "Ew, get away from me. You don't even have any friends hahahaha"

I remember the horror as I realized my cat (who my family could not afford to have neutered) had sprayed my backpack on the bus ride to school. Yes I was known as "piss bag boy" for quite some time afterword.

I remember all the times I'd be mocked and ridiculed for having hairy legs (yes even teachers would join in). I still feel uncomfortable wearing shorts because of it...though it has gotten better.

I remember having my backpack grabbed by an older boy while I was waiting at the bus stop. He dragged me around...back and forth, gave me minor whiplash he was yanking so hard. I couldn't get him to stop...I kept pleading. Only when the bus finally came did he stop. From then on I determined to make it to the bus stop only as the bus was arriving. I missed it many days, and my mother would chide me for being lazy and not getting to the bus stop on time.

I remember when the captain of the wrestling team tackled me on the bus and spit a loogie in my hair because I had the nerve to give his girlfriend a rose on valentines day. I remember running home crying and gagging because of the stench.

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It was one of the biggest reasons I moved away to live with my dad. In high school I finally had a home and a "normal" family. I then went to an all boys prep school, where popularity was meaningless (no girls to fight over or show off for). In fact, everyone was smart/nerdy, so I was easily able to form great friendships and had an amazing time. I was lucky I was able to get away and start over.

Just sounds like you drew a shitty set of cards when you were younger, through no fault of your own. A lot of you seem to have ended up in schools where you were distinct minorities (in some manner of speaking) so that probably had a lot to do with it. I was lucky enough to be a moderately wealthy white kid in a moderately wealthy, predominantly white school district.

Most of you don't come off as having social issues. I guess that depend on the definition, but I'd consider the version that I know of you, Azelma, to be as close to "standard American male unit" as can be, which is testament to your normalcy. Then again, I'm one of those people who doesn't consider ADD to be real and I think American children are overdiagnosed and overmedicated for social or behavioral conditions that they don't actually have.

If destruction exists, we must destroy everything.
Shuruppak Yuratuhl
Slaad Shrpk Breizh

First through 3rd grade and then part of 5th and 6th grade I was in a moderately wealthy area, and so were the kids I went to school with. It was only in Florida I was ever tormented.

My old house, just for shits and giggles :D



I swore if it ever went for sale and I had the money, I would buy that house back. 2 acres of land, beautiful neighborhood, great school district. Love it.

s^ | Kay

That's in NY? What part of the state?

If destruction exists, we must destroy everything.
Shuruppak Yuratuhl
Slaad Shrpk Breizh

Azelm's story about the kid grabbing his backpack reminds me of something similar that got me kicked off the bus.

A kid took his own backpack, sitting directly behind me, and dangled the straps over me and began choking me. The bus driver continued on, being the oblivious failure at life he was.

I finally got free after about a full 30-40 seconds of struggling to breathe. I turned around and coldcocked him in the face as hard as I could. He started crying and I told him 'leave me the hell alone or there's plenty more where that came from!'

I don't regret that incident. I feel like it was a turning point for me.

Brawlsack

Taking an extended hiatus from gaming

That's a really nice house. I want to find a house like that on shortsale and bully my parents into putting a down payment on it (or getting a grad loan I can plow into it) so I can sublet and start farming cash.

I grew up in a similar house (had those same flowers). I wish I had a picture.

...Googled it. Very nice. This is the house:

The garage to the left and structure to the right are neighboring homes. The house is behind that wall of trees, on a large mound created out of moved earth when the neighborhood was laid down. You can make out the carport and stone stairs leading up. The mound that the front lawn and by extension the house are situated on is contoured by a facade of large pebbles, partially visible to the left of the big tree. Between the mound and the street lays a bed of ivy on the few feet of street-level space in front of the house.

The layout is completely unorthodox. It's certainly not a typical suburban home.

Maintaining the ivy and facade are how I got started in gardening. I think in retrospect, the layout of the house also influenced my sense of aesthetics. I don't like things, either homes or common objects, that appear sterile or conventional. I prefer shades of brown, and most of the vessels and tables in my room are made of clay or stone.



Last time I was there, that tree on the far right was a stick about a meter tall. Funny.



The internet is a sad place. Almost as sad as real life.

I go outside sometimes. I'm like, "You can't be fking serious". Then I go back inside.

One ought not expect the world to be perfect, but never before in the history of the world have reality and unreality become so bizarrely inverted. The real shock is when you realize just how singularly fucked up things have gotten; it's not just "business as usual, life sucks".

Aestu of Bleeding Hollow...

Nihilism is a copout.

Medford, on Long Island.



I absolutely love gardening, but nothing worth a shit grows in Florida. I was thinking about asking my neighbor for a few clippings of jasmine to try to grow it up the side of my house, but we have so many wasps here that I worry they'd get even worse :(

s^ | Kay

Citrus? Squash? Irises?

Aestu of Bleeding Hollow...

Nihilism is a copout.

I was gonna take a photo of my house but got sidetracked..had to leave for an acupuncture date with my lady.

It was cool, but weird.

Brawlsack

Taking an extended hiatus from gaming