Isn't it interesting, when people say that their "world would end" if they were teased or made fun of. They say that they'd be afraid, unable to breathe or move. Everything stops.
But I know there's something worse.
If you compare feeling, emotional or social status to ammounts of light or colors, then the happiest, most satisfied person is basking in the sun, a lemon yellow. The average teenager lives life in varying shades of blue. Sometimes it moves towards a deep ocean, a cerulean, or a sky blue. Teenagers are still awkward, they haven't experienced the world, they see it with a shallow set of binoculars. Thus it is so simple to shatter this thin world.
Those who are bullied know life in deep grays. Just as the gray starts to blue, it burns to a charcoal daily. They see world with a a longer binocular lens, but they are prevented from being a part of it.
There are other people still, who see life without a color, it is just white, but not bright. It just is. It exists, that is all. Uncomprehensible, you see.
It is common belief that being harassed is the lowest kind of mood you can be in, but worse than harrassment is being ignored.
Pure nonexistense is hardly blissful. If you are talked about, gossiped about, behind closed doors and turned backs, aren't you still being acknowleged? Being in a theoretical social limbo is unnerving- you are known by all but hardly regarded. There is no sense of meaning to what you do, you strive so much, achieve so much, recieve so little.
You shrink into hardly being there at all. You can't stand, can't soar, can't even trudge. You float, without control. Meandering through existence, no direction, nothing and no one to cling onto.
There is no emotion or color.
People absorb their colors from others. How are you to absorb a color if the palletes of others are so easily occupied elsewhere?
