Abstract Acacias

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.