captnq wrote:Can't relate. I was one of the kids that got beaten repeatedly by his peers and got spit on. For years. We're talking face sewn back on level beatings. So, no. I cannot relate to you being one of the "cool" kinds nor do I relate to this scene.Jay-Em wrote:(I was one of the "cool" kids in college..apparently..)
My experience was that social outcasts don't even hang out with other social outcasts because even the uncool kids don't want to be seem with THEM. I suppose it's different for girls.
That kinda really sucks.
But, there's more to that : I was in that unpleasant position for the first years in Junior-High/middle school, then, one day, stuff escalated, and I beat a guy that had been bullying me for quite some time, into a snotstain in the halls.
I was "The Man" for a short while, and discovered -even as young as I was- that it was all tóo easy to, myself, fall in the trap of béing the guy that bullies people. Not something I liked about myself. I was rather disgusted with myself, even.
After that I kept my distance from cliques and in-crowds. And after failed attempts to draw me into their "circle" they started ignoring me. Fine by me. They wouldn't even taunt me, because they had seen the bloody mess my somewhat iffy anger-control could unleash. Unpleasant realization, but a fact of life. "Negative respect" in a way.
In College I was too busy with other things to bother with cliques and groups. I mainly hung out with girls because I liked their company. Less macho-bullshit. Girls have their own nasty "things" but they didn't bother me with it. As "The un-dangerous guy" in a loose group of (pretty, but also some average) girls, they liked my company, and I liked theirs. To the outside I might have looked like a regular Romeo (girls can be really, uncomfortable touchy-clingy-lovey-dovey towards those that they kindof see as an "older brother") but I never áctually made a pass at any of them.
Outside looks can be deceiving.
The "One" that made me all stammery and clumsy, and wobbly, kept her distance too, shy as she was as a gangly teen. *sigh* Little did I know that she was smitten with me. Only to hear that 30-something years later, when she was already happily married for some time. Tsch!
On the other hand, one member of the group of girls I hung-out with, is still my BFF, 30 years later. Kinda cool, actually.
But, contrary to You towards mé, I càn relate to Your experience. I got enough of a whiff that first two years of it to feel terribly sorry for everyone who's youth is partially ruined by sick powergames, humiliation, violence and the loneliness it entails. I've seen enough people that later had to work harder than anyone else to be functioning socially thanx to sociopath miscreants in their youth.
Later, when I started in education, I was always vèry pro-active towards preventing bullying and exclusion. Not always successful, mind You.. I also learned there are, indeed, "evil" individuals, even amongst kids.