A lot of people have problems. That's just something we need to accept. I have a lot on my mind right now. I was recently diagnosed with a few new mental issues. My brain lacks a certain chemical, Dopamine. And my physical health isn't great either. I'm on a lot of medication. It's not super serious so I don't want anybody to worry. I just needed to be treated delicately for a while. Although, it's not always smooth sailing. I feel unwanted in some situations, and when I'm alone too long I start to worry about the tiniest things. I hate dumping my many issues on other people, so I promised myself I would try not to be so open about it. I have been doing a bit better recently, and I want to make a stealthy recovery. I won't go too far into it because it bothers people. So now that that's cleared up, I'd like to talk about an important problem. Bullying. Harassment. Selfishness. Bullying can cause so many problems for people throughout their lives. It could mean that since you called that girl "ugly" she can't see herself as pretty anymore. Deteriorating somebody else's self-worth for your own amusement is sick. Everybody says that bullies only do what they do to cover up their own problems. That always confused me. But then I realised we were supposed to be sorry for the people making our lives miserable. And I always was. But I knew that wasn't all there was to it. Having to deflect comments about my looks, my weight, my height, and the way I dress wasn't easy. People don't tell me I'm beautiful or pretty, but they do tell me that my nose is too crooked or my face looks weird because I don't wear makeup. All those people who brought me down in my life deserved something else. So one day I pointed it out. I told this girl, Shayna, who was bullying me, that I knew. I knew she was insecure and that she needed to take it out on somebody like me. Also known as an easy target. And do you know what happened?
She cried.
It turns out she was a foster child and was moving from house to house. I offered to be her friend even though she had called me worthless and pathetic. She stopped bullying me and I realised that maybe, even at such a young age, people could be so afraid.
So afraid of what will happen to them if they aren't the top dog.
That they'll get brought down even lower.
Seeing the despair in other people's eyes made them feel comfortable.
Like they were among people who now understood what they were going through, how they felt.
I wonder how many people are like Shayna. How many people that need a friend.
I may be so insecure, so stressed, but if I could take away the suffering of others then the maybe the world as a whole would suffer a little less.
