ScornedStoic
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I read an article about some 15 year old who killed herself from cyberbullying. She was like a 5 or 6.
I know I'm speaking coldly of this, but it's the weakness that gets me. I guarantee you I've experienced bullying that makes hers look like someone didn't hold the door for her. "Oh ScornedStoic you can't know what she went through" fuck you, yes I can within a decimal point margin of error. Maybe I'll make am effort post about all my experiences with bullying growing up and how juxtaposed with my knowledge and observation of socialisation and male/female nature I know they don't suffer worth shit from bullying.
But I mean... She probably had mean comments on her Instagram pictures and maybe had a clique of girls who made fun of her. But that's the extent of it, I promise you. I promise you she had friends. I promise you she wasn't isolated from the school. That's a popular narrative they like to spin in movies and otherwise, the lone teenage girl bullied by all, the tortured spirit, but it's not real. I've never seen it in all my experiences, and never heard of it either. Even my own mom, who was bullied, admits she had friends and boyfriends. It's like this for all females. Their scope of suffering is miniscule, but since they'll never know anything else, it seems a massive undertaking for them.
It burns me up to know if she had been inserted in my body and had to endure my traumas in life, she wouldn't have made it out of kindergarten. Seriously, I don't know if it's the clown world, or what, but I'm resigned to all this. I should be more indignant but I'm not. I'm just sad. Sad they're so weak. I wish I could talk to her, and all 27 victims of female teenage suicide in the last three decades. Show them my life and compare it to their regal levels of privilege. Imagine not having any contacts on your phone. Imagine having sand kicked in your eyes and having to wash it out... At age 4. Imagine locking yourself in the bathroom out of fear. Imagine being manhandled all the time and being emasculated all the time, being deprived of your identity. Imagine having no refuge from this-no one respects you and no one understands your level of pain because they're not born wrong like you are.
And now imagine not being a 5/10 foid who will be handed everything in life, having the ability to have numerous boyfriends to allievate the pain, not having your parents and the government there to fall back on if you fail. Knowing you aren't valued by literally anyone.
You are so fucking weak. I could've done wonders with your life. You had no idea what true suffering was, you were a member of the most privileged class in all of human history.
And it's just so fucking sad to know that our counterparts are made of this low caliber.
For fuck sakes, man...
I know I'm speaking coldly of this, but it's the weakness that gets me. I guarantee you I've experienced bullying that makes hers look like someone didn't hold the door for her. "Oh ScornedStoic you can't know what she went through" fuck you, yes I can within a decimal point margin of error. Maybe I'll make am effort post about all my experiences with bullying growing up and how juxtaposed with my knowledge and observation of socialisation and male/female nature I know they don't suffer worth shit from bullying.
But I mean... She probably had mean comments on her Instagram pictures and maybe had a clique of girls who made fun of her. But that's the extent of it, I promise you. I promise you she had friends. I promise you she wasn't isolated from the school. That's a popular narrative they like to spin in movies and otherwise, the lone teenage girl bullied by all, the tortured spirit, but it's not real. I've never seen it in all my experiences, and never heard of it either. Even my own mom, who was bullied, admits she had friends and boyfriends. It's like this for all females. Their scope of suffering is miniscule, but since they'll never know anything else, it seems a massive undertaking for them.
It burns me up to know if she had been inserted in my body and had to endure my traumas in life, she wouldn't have made it out of kindergarten. Seriously, I don't know if it's the clown world, or what, but I'm resigned to all this. I should be more indignant but I'm not. I'm just sad. Sad they're so weak. I wish I could talk to her, and all 27 victims of female teenage suicide in the last three decades. Show them my life and compare it to their regal levels of privilege. Imagine not having any contacts on your phone. Imagine having sand kicked in your eyes and having to wash it out... At age 4. Imagine locking yourself in the bathroom out of fear. Imagine being manhandled all the time and being emasculated all the time, being deprived of your identity. Imagine having no refuge from this-no one respects you and no one understands your level of pain because they're not born wrong like you are.
And now imagine not being a 5/10 foid who will be handed everything in life, having the ability to have numerous boyfriends to allievate the pain, not having your parents and the government there to fall back on if you fail. Knowing you aren't valued by literally anyone.
You are so fucking weak. I could've done wonders with your life. You had no idea what true suffering was, you were a member of the most privileged class in all of human history.
And it's just so fucking sad to know that our counterparts are made of this low caliber.
For fuck sakes, man...