What You Hate In Others Is Usually A Reflection of What You Hate In Your Self

You were In eigth grade the kid transferred from another school, he was popular he made the girls laugh and your best friend from 7th grade talked to him ,   but he never talked to you. He was small  and he had asthma, he didn’t play sport he had a note from his mum. You needed to feel whole, there was nothing wrong with you and there was no reason for them to ignore you so it must be him. He must be different, he must be bad, you heard a uncle say the “bloody foreigners were ruining the country”!

Second term you beat the new kid, you spread the rumour he was gay andyou called him fag, homo, queer but you still hated yourself.

He wasn’t there third term, you heard he was sent away a Hospital, rumour is he took pills, a lot of them but your friend from 7th grade still didn’t talk to you. The girls still found someone else funny and you still hated yourself but you had won, hadn’t you?

Jump forward 20 yrs, you go to the High School Reunion, you still hate yourself and you have two broken marriages to prove it. Someone at the Reunion  tells you that kid eventually took enough pills! So now your 37, bald and  over weight and alone, and behind on the child support and that   uncle still thinks “the bloody foreigners are taking over the country” and  your friend never ever spoke to you again after that first term in eighth grade.

No matter what you did girls never did get your jokes and you’re alone and you still hate yourself but hey you got that kid good you won, didn’t you?

Author: disabledaccessdenied

I am a disabled woman who through no fault of my own has wheels under my ass. I rely on the decency and common sense of local, state and federal goverments, as well as the retail community to abide by the disabled access laws and provide adequate ramps, disabled toilets, and not use them as store rooms or broom closets. This blog exists to find the offenders and out them, inform them, and report them if necessary and shame them into doing the right thing when all else fails.

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