This is a belated rant, that’s actually rather personal, but I need to get it off my chest:
So… do I have a sign reading “Harass me!” pasted to my back or something?
I don’t think I’ve got the words “Good for Teasing” tattooed on my forehead….
Sometimes, I just don’t get people. I try very hard to always be courteous, polite, and friendly. I have worked hard to cultivate — at least — the appearance of a tough shell.
However, that appearance of duckishness (letting insults and crap slide off my back like water), doesn’t work very well when it isn’t blatant. It’s the undermining, the sneak-attack, that hurts. Or the things said by people I thought I knew, that really tear me up inside. (I’m bleeding now — do you like that? Do you want to help me pick up my intestines and stuff them, slimy and oozing, back inside my belly?)
I’m not a snot-nosed little kid with coke-bottle glasses anymore. I’m not an ignoramus, a little “Yes sir, yes ma’am” to be toyed with. I grew up a long time ago. Do you still see any dorky glasses on my face? Do you see a goofy little kid worth teasing, “just because?”
Then knock it off. I am not that lowly monster you can kick around.
I am walking away, swallowing all the nasty, vindictive retorts I can think of. I am walking away from you, and you know what? At the end of the day, I’m better than you’ll ever hope to be.
Because I said nothing at all.