Punishment.

"If you can disparage someone behind their back, be prepared to say it to their face."
-Huntley Addie


Disparage: to lower in esteem; discredit. Synonyms: depreciate, discredit. 


I'm writing about this subject in particular because I have been "disparaged" a lot behind my back by people that don't actually have the courage to say it to my face. It's like they can say it to all their friends, laugh and giggle about it, yet when confronted, they can't say it. This actually REALLY bothers me. I'm sorry but if you can talk about me to your friend, then you better be ready to say it to my face. 


Thanks to technology (i.e. facebook, text messaging, emails, etc.) people no longer have the social skills to communicate face to face. Guess what happens then!? They can't express their opinions to people. Have you ever noticed how people are all tough and cool in texts and don't have a problem insulting you but the SECOND you're face to face it's like "OH HEY THERE BEST FRIEND." Why? Why can't people tell me how they really really TO MY FACE? Why do they have to tell all their friends and the ENTIRE SCHOOL and not me? 


High school is completely ridiculous like that. Why? WHY!? Because teenagers are evil human beings that enjoy tearing each other down. It's like, they feel the need to destroy each other and make each other as miserable as possible. But the real kicker is when it's a teacher doing the tearing.


Since the beginning of last year, my dance teacher seems to really HATE ME. I've had her every single year since grade 7. Yet, she decided that last year, BAM insta-hate. Why? I'll probably never know. Now, this woman chooses to do everything in her power to make my life miserable. She even made me cry a few times, one of those times was today. You know how girls can be really mean in that subtle way? That's what she does. It's like "K, you graduated from high school YEARS ago. Get over yourself." She speaks to me in such condescending ways it's ridiculous. It's like I'm BELOW her. I really dread dance, every single time. Dance is my LIFE. How can this person make me hate it? It's a mystery.


Sometimes I wonder what I did to God to possibly deserve this treatement. I mean, did I do something really bad like kill little babies in a past life or something? And he's choosing to punish me now? Man I don't even believe in this stuff, but some people do you know? And maybe it does happen. Maybe in my next life I'll be a bird. Or a monkey. Or a spider.


Peace&Love


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