Growing up weird and poor in a very conservative and arrogant part of the prairies, I was bullied relentlessly. The teachers never did anything unless it was me fighting back, to which it was suspension and I was a bad kid.
As high school came along, I grew more and more violent to the point I wasn't a loser or a tough guy, but a snap case. The other kids thought I was edgy, the parents thought I was bound for prison, and the teachers probably had a beer when I dropped out.
My mom didn't know what to do. And this was in a time where if your kid was in therapy, it's was your failure as a parent. Combined with my disgust at the idea that I was what was broken, it was off the table. It wasn't until I was in my twenties that I went for psychological help.
By then, I was so suicidal and gone that I wouldn't be near ok until my late thirties. In my mid forties now, I look back and see myself as the potential shooter. I'm holding back my emotions right now, thinking of it. Fortunately, there were no guns at my disposal back, back then is how I feel looking back. I don't know if I'd be able to hurt anyone like that, but I'd fuck myself up.
I lay a lot of blame on a system that allowed it to happen. In a community where open racism and homophobic views were the norm at the time, teachers were as judgmental as the students in some situations. Now maybe if I were white, it'd be easier, but even the broke white kids didn't get any breaks. Especially from the teachers.
Look at me go, a meme has me fucked up thinking back and dumping online. But yeah, there it is.
I'd like to close by saying the town I grew up in is a far different place now. I've moved back and feel good here. I see teachers and bullies who don't make eye contact, will not recognize me at all (which is my favorite) and the occasional happy to see you moments. I don't communicate well in public these days, so it makes it ultra awkward, much like being in high school, talking to students you barely know.
Absolutely no argument there, and a good reminder of who she is.
I got pretty good at ignoring her shit with many others in the "entitled moron" classification, and not being on X or truth and such, I forget that yeah, she is just as guilty as her piece of shit genetic donor.
Alright Ivanka. This... THIS is your time to fucking shine.
Step up, be brutally honest. Sell that fucker out. Make a few clever remarks about him being a person who's too stupid to zip tie themselves and apologize for ever being near him.
Go for the food, stay for the bread festivals. It's when we sing the score from Fiddler on the roof and sacrifice a bear in the name of our sponsors, Phil's pork 'n beans.
Good Ol' Iran, Alberta. Fuckin' love that place. Go there, you tell Jimmy, Bill from Ottawa says hello!
I was a big fan of G.G. Allin, so it's hard to pin point just a single moment, but we'll let google and your imaginations take you there. It's pretty trippy.
When I was super young and listening to ace of bass i learned one of the members was also a white supremacist.
Lead singer of L7 whipped her used tampon at an asshole like a fucking champ.
my youngest brother had a lazy stick. It was a broom handle and a ruler taped together with a couple of chop sticks mixed in to help hold the two together. To avoid getting out of bed, he fashioned this up to turn off the lights in his room. Inspired by Homers broom in the episode of the Simpsons where he gains a ton of weight to go on disability.
This stick did the trick and even could turn the tv on and off.
Twenty years later, my brother is currently on a diet and losing a lot of weight. All the weight is post stick and much later in life, but we have a laugh about it every now and again.
Adult with free time and a good PC: I AM THE FUCKING KRAKKEN PREPARE THESE PIPES FOR C.O.D AND HD PORN
I've never felt so imaginary jacked in my life. Like, multi jacked if you think about it. And I'm really Goro from Mortal Mombat, so that helps the jacked multiplier...
One doesn't even have to know what hockey is to automatically identify this as stupid as fuck.
As someone who likes hockey, holy fuck. Tape? Yeah, if that's the mentality of whomever is running the NHL, fuck y'all. This isn't like players are changing the dynamic or anything important at all to the game, and quite frankly in support of a very important message.
I'd like to demand that the staff who passed this all step the fuck down in disgrace. All of them.
I've been talking a bunch of shit out of annoyance. And there's a bunch of posts echoing exactly what I was complaining about.
Even getting called a liar.
This is the only reasonable or polite response I've seen. Missed one maybe?
So thanks. I really shouldn't be painting the entire lifestyle with the same brush, because well here we are.
So I'll shut up, and say thanks. And for the record, my kid still makes me get the impossible patties. She's not veg anything, so ita just cause they're good and that on its own should be good enough. Not all is lost in my removed.
Growing up weird and poor in a very conservative and arrogant part of the prairies, I was bullied relentlessly. The teachers never did anything unless it was me fighting back, to which it was suspension and I was a bad kid.
As high school came along, I grew more and more violent to the point I wasn't a loser or a tough guy, but a snap case. The other kids thought I was edgy, the parents thought I was bound for prison, and the teachers probably had a beer when I dropped out.
My mom didn't know what to do. And this was in a time where if your kid was in therapy, it's was your failure as a parent. Combined with my disgust at the idea that I was what was broken, it was off the table. It wasn't until I was in my twenties that I went for psychological help.
By then, I was so suicidal and gone that I wouldn't be near ok until my late thirties. In my mid forties now, I look back and see myself as the potential shooter. I'm holding back my emotions right now, thinking of it. Fortunately, there were no guns at my disposal back, back then is how I feel looking back. I don't know if I'd be able to hurt anyone like that, but I'd fuck myself up.
I lay a lot of blame on a system that allowed it to happen. In a community where open racism and homophobic views were the norm at the time, teachers were as judgmental as the students in some situations. Now maybe if I were white, it'd be easier, but even the broke white kids didn't get any breaks. Especially from the teachers.
Look at me go, a meme has me fucked up thinking back and dumping online. But yeah, there it is.
I'd like to close by saying the town I grew up in is a far different place now. I've moved back and feel good here. I see teachers and bullies who don't make eye contact, will not recognize me at all (which is my favorite) and the occasional happy to see you moments. I don't communicate well in public these days, so it makes it ultra awkward, much like being in high school, talking to students you barely know.