Am I really that scarred?

[darcydodo]

This morning, as I passed by the playground on my way to campus, I heard a little child calling out a taunt; and my insides just curled up with this sick anguish and pain for the unknown recipient of that jibe. You'd think that after so many years I could look back on elementary school with a laugh, and that does seem usually to work, but evidently when faced with actual as opposed to abstract memories there's nothing doing. *sigh* I guess I'll just have to accept that I'm fucked up.

Comments

Aww

[(Anonymous)]

*Hug*! I get upset too when I see little children doing apparently nasty things. Funnily at the time I never really took it very seriously. And then I comfort myself thinking that I can't really know what the situation is, just from what I can see in the few seconds when I pass a school.

Thankfully the great majority of children turn into human beings eventually.

- R

Re: Aww

[darcydodo]

And yet you were one of the nasty children, from what you've said... actually, you were nasty in different ways. You just hit people. That's much nicer than picking on them. :)

Re: Aww

[(Anonymous)]

I was nasty sometimes and got picked on sometimes *shrug*. Mainly because I was confused, I thought that if older kids picked on me it must be my job to pick on the younger kids. Hitting people was easier to understand though; I never quite got the hang of the whole psychological torture thing.

- R