http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=ltun92DfnPY#!
^ To This Day. A really nice poem from Shane Koyczan.
Just found a good vid.
Mon, 02/25/2013 - 22:50
Tue, 02/26/2013 - 19:56
#2
@Lugee
Dang that was depressing...
Tue, 02/26/2013 - 20:17
#3
sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeet
Those were two incredibly deep stories, and now I feel kinda really sorry for Lug if that's a true story, and someone had the nerve to post an insensitive comment on that youtube video and now I'm also ****ed off at him.
I also feel lucky that my school district does an amazing job of preventing bullying. Or, rather worryingly, a good job of covering it up. :/
P.S: It's also strikingly ironic that I made this post right before doing this.
Sat, 03/02/2013 - 01:15
#4
@luigi
There are many paths to take "bullying", as there are many types of bullying. I would guess that you have had closure already (or possibly just did right now), but good for you (or not?!). Anyhow...
I wonder what happened if people started smiling more often, instead of asking why a person smiles. A lot of smiling makes me feel so giddy and, HAPPY!
:D
Sat, 03/02/2013 - 07:50
#5
Welp, my middle school liffe was wayyy different.
I was the bully through 6 and 7 grade, until I was caught in 8th grade. Now that I'm in 9th grade, I don't do stuff like hitting kids in the neck or kicking their shins and making them limp for the rest of the day, but my verbal insults haven't ceased
Sat, 03/02/2013 - 20:20
#6
^ well there's just something
^ well there's just something wrong with you.
Sun, 03/03/2013 - 09:14
#7
@^
>_>
Sun, 03/03/2013 - 09:26
#8
@Shotjeer
Ah yes more reasons to smite Shotjeer's horrible sins.
All paladins should smite Shotjeer!
Sun, 03/03/2013 - 11:07
#9
@Toxiccpoison
Ive been told that before as well.
Sorry to say Fleet, but the paladin sword misses and bounces up into your face
Sun, 03/03/2013 - 11:09
#10
/use paladin seal
/health
/use paladin seal
/health regenerates and increase offense
/smites Shotjeer again, this time with a potion that makes my acurracy 100%.
Sun, 03/03/2013 - 11:18
#11
DAMN YOU RotMG
The pixely game
Sun, 03/03/2013 - 11:32
#12
Woah, that was a good video
Woah, that was a good video 0=
/slow clap
Tue, 03/05/2013 - 04:46
#13
@Lug: everything you write always has something special in it...
Heh, a friend of mines showed me this video and I haven't bothered to watch it at first, but heck, I really am ignorant huh...
/e sets up bear trap on Shotjeer's porch.
Sat, 03/09/2013 - 22:17
#14
/hug Luguiru
:<
Sun, 03/10/2013 - 10:57
#15
I, was never treated right in
I, was never treated right in America, seemed that there was no place for me in the world. I was left out, alienated and had no friends. Unlike luguiru i contemplated religion in the 2nd grade, at age 8, and i also thought about death at the age 8. But times are different now, people that are brighter became part of my life, because of my placement in school I no longer have to deal with racism and bullying. But I am always haunted by those names, slurs, and threats. To this day I cannot forget those times when i had to walk into school without having my face down, when I was called a chink, a no-life...those days when I was rejected for who I am. Dragonuity hugs Luguiru
Sun, 03/10/2013 - 18:48
#16
If we're all giving stories,
If we're all giving stories, guess its my turn to talk about what I think of death. it one of my most though-over subjects and people think I'm a big suicide weirdo when I talk about it.
Ever since I was younger, I always followed my Christian faith and believed in God. But the whole thing about our souls leaving our bodies and going to a parallel universe in which all was happy never really satisfied me. I read science articles and nothing adds up for me. The body only works because we have electrical charges and nutrients in it that provide energy that keep us going. In truth, the soul doesn't actually exist, it's rather a figment of the human imagination that we create to explain what we are an why everyone is different. So what really happens when we die? Do our brain charges go to a world of unlimited good? Or do we just, well, cease to exist altogether? Do all of our impacts, words, deeds, and acts of love cease to exist too? I sometimes sit and think, "Is that really all there is to life? Do we just come, then go? I remember one time when I was in 3rd or 4th grade, it was almost time for me to go to bed. I went into my mother's room because her bed is always so comfortable and I just lay down to think. I felt like testing my limits. So I stuck my hands against my neck and pushed a bit. I didn't feel anything so I pushed harder. I did this until one time I couldn't continue. I pulled my hands away from my neck and flattened by face into my mother's blanket. Then I silently cried for like 15 minutes. I cried and cried. What had kept me from killing myself right there were two things. One, I kept thinking about what would happen after I died. My mom and dad would be balling their eyes out, my brothers too. I could almost see the news broadcast: "Young Boy Commits Suicide! Parents Going to Jail for Bad Parenting!" Two, I loved my family so much that I couldn't possibly end it there. That night when I went to my own bed I stuck my hands under my pillow tightly. I was genuinely afraid I would strangle myself in my sleep. I've never told anyone about that night. I could never bring myself to do it. Maybe one day I'll share my worries that I felt on that occasion. I look back at that story and wonder, "What if I had died that night? What would've happen to me?" I wonder if I would've just disappeared without a trace. I wonder if there would just be a void where I once was. I once asked my father about space. He said that the human brain can't understand the subject of infinity. I thought,"Surely there is some sort of wall at the end of space, just it's out of our reach!" Then I thought, "But what's on the other side of the wall?" Death to me is just like infinity. Our human brains can't comprehend it. I can't possibly understand no matter how much I try to. There's just no possible way that I could just cease to exist, right? There would be something after I ceased to exist, there has to be! But that's it. There isn't. There is nothing. Not even an endless void. Just nothing. Nothing at all. We can't understand nothing either. There has got to be something, at least something. Well that's all a lie. Nothing exists, just out of human comprehension. People all the time laugh and say YOLO! to make people laugh with them. But thats untrue. You don't only live once. You only exist once.
Unless of course, Heaven exists and we all live happily forever with unicorns.
Sun, 03/10/2013 - 18:59
#17
only way to find out...
*whirrs up chainsaw* come bac to tell me!
Sun, 03/10/2013 - 19:35
#18
@Artistbma, @All
That was incredibly deep. I too, have been raised as a Christian, and have put my trust in Jesus. I believe in creation by design, and that eventually when we pass, we will be judged based off of whether or not we put our faith in The Lord. I'm still human though, and some of those thoughts have crossed my mind many a time in the past. There was a time when so much bad was happening and I was so locked up inside myself that I contemplated ending my life. What kept me going was one: What my family and friends would go through, and: What would happen to me if I killed myself, because I never doubted the existence of God, heaven, and hell. It was a troubling time. Looking back I realize that I defeated that trial and came out stronger. As for infinity, the human mind wasn't created to understand all. Infinity is too vast a concept to fully wrap our minds around. How can we as humans understand the vastness of the universe? Or just how big God is, when God is infinite and everywhere and knows all? That's where faith comes in. It's what keeps us from writing God off as just another species in another textbook. And as for heaven, it won't be all unicorns and rainbows, lying on a cloud and playing a harp. It'll be much better than that! We as insignificant human beings, sinners, get to live in paradise with the One who created us, and loves us more than we can comprehend. His infinite love. No more thirst or hunger. No more sorrow or pain. No more death or regret. A perfect life forever, for infinity. So, I keep hoping that the next moment will be the moment, the next day will be the day, the next second will be the second, that I hear the trumpets sounding and ascend to be with Him above, basking in his light.
~
Matthew 26:64b - "Jesus replied,'But I say to all of you: In the future you will see the Son of Man sitting at the right hand of the Mighty One and coming on the clouds of heaven.'"
~
And so I'll wait.
Sun, 03/10/2013 - 20:13
#19
I just watched that top video
I just watched that top video and a few others.
I, hard as it may be to admit it to people, am afraid of death. If it is God's happiness which I get to go to eventually, that makes life all the better, knowing that I have heaven to go to afterwards.
Also, I'm literally texting all of my friends that I've called names as a joke and telling them I'm sorry right now.
Wed, 03/13/2013 - 14:10
#20
Friends and bullies
I have been bullied before.It was in six grade.I was smaller than my peers.It wasn't my fault, I started school earlier than was normal.If I had waited , would I have been more taller, or been around the same height? No one knows.But I don't look as my height as a issue, I see it as being special, something that the other guys didn't have, a quality that makes up me and only me.At least that's what my mom says.And I believe her.I always like to think of the good in things.Even if things aren't so good.It helps me cope.Luckily for me, I wasn't bullied for too long.I'm actually happy that I wasn't.I might have been a completely different person if the bulling persisted.How did it stop?A friend.He stood up for me, telling them what they are doing is wrong.They left me alone when he did that.Afterwards, we became friends.Haven't talked to him in a while.Probably should.
In high school, I was still me.A shy guy that was still small for being in there, but I was.By that time I had a group of friends that I hanged out with at lunch, could talk to if we happened to be in the same class.The group got bigger through out the 4 years in high school.We would joke about stuff guys joke about.But we had this thing where if something was large or ugly, they would say the name of a friends of ours.He didn't say much when they did this, just stay there and took the hits.I assumed that it was fine with him.They were just messing around, they didn't actually meant what they said when the they say that that he was the whole world, the universe, and more.My friends didn't mean that at all.Near our graduation day, I was talking to the guy who is being compared to a mountain.He said that he didn't like it when our friends said that kind of stuff about him.And that he enjoys being around me more that the other guys in our group.I never said anything negative to him.At that moment, I started feeling sad for him.Started thinking about all the things that were said to him by our friends.But things carried on as usual.By now, the whole group has disbanded and when their separate ways.The issue was never resolved.This video and reading this forum post made me remember that moment.Wished I had fixed the problem. Like a plumber fixes a leak.I knew the problem, had the tools to fix it, and knew how to stop.But I didn't.
Sorry about that guys, I felt that it need to be said.Feel better now.And if all of my friends ever do meet up again, I'll be sure to fix the leak.
Wed, 03/13/2013 - 17:49
#21
Ant-loaf
Bullying has many disguises as the above post said.
Any joke at someone else's expense, or teasing someone, is bullying. They all may have the same results and leave the same marks as physical or verbal bullying can.
Wed, 03/13/2013 - 19:51
#22
Here's the thing though...
As much as I like your guys' stories, I can't help but think.
We can't be raising crybabies, but we don't want heartless people either. I guess finding a happy medium is what we should work on, but...
It can't be that easy to achieve.
Wed, 03/13/2013 - 19:53
#23
Artist made me want to switch the conversation to astrophysics
@Artistbma, fun fact: you can't kill yourself by strangulation, as that would require you to keep pressure on your neck after you went unconscious. So it wouldn't have worked anyways <(^_^)>
Wed, 03/20/2013 - 17:17
#24
...
Anyone else have thoughts on this?
Thu, 03/21/2013 - 15:31
#25
no
I did my part. And triggered a war in the GC.
Who likes story time?
That reminds me of when I used to be bullied back in grade school for being short. No one attempted any physical bullying, I was never pushed or had anything significant thrown at me, but I have always been a little burlier than most guys even as a little kid. I never resorted or pretended to be on the verge of physical retaliation but they were probably more afraid of the closely attentive teachers who noticed what was going on. That is, until some time in middle school during gym where the coach wanted to get their lunch early and left us with nothing more than a few red rubber balls and the open court. Of the thirty or so in the class I was one of the last couple chosen, the last being someone with a broken wrist who sat out anyway. I could tell my so called team was intentionally ducking out because everyone wanted to see me 'conveniently' take a few hits without considering themselves directly responsible. No one tried to hold me down, no one commented on the situation, but I could see it in their cowardly stares. I was no string bean throughout my life and that time was no different. When the barrage started they threw their hardest. I never bothered to even attempt catching any of the shots to give them their sick satisfaction. After what felt like an hour of constant red rubber pelting my body I was still standing, nothing more than a slight numb tingling on my lower leg where the last shot hit. I stood there and stared at them for a little while. A few of them stared back but most already went over to the locker room, which was locked, and waited for the coach to come back. Eventually one of the guys who stayed asked if I was going to cry. I told him to check for tears himself. No one still on the court even began the motion of approaching. I was never much of a talker when it came to situations against people who have nothing worth listening to, so we stood there until the coach came back who asked if we were having a staring contest. When I was walking home after school that day a few of those guys followed me a little while and they knew I noticed. Eventually I stopped, turned around, and asked if they were visiting another friend since they would always drive home. One of them said yes, they were going to see a friend for after school activities. These were the kind of kids who would slash tires on a car for kicks and get away with it since their parents were wealthier. You can probably tell where this is going. We only went a couple blocks before I heard one of them mutter something about their legs feeling tired. Not too long after the others wore down and gave up, going to one of their houses that was close to where we were. The next day was like any other day, except when the coach came about half an hour late as usual this time he was visibly upset. The same group of guys were in their usual little pack. The coach approached them, shouted at them while keeping his voice down enough for everyone else to not hear since they had their little meetings on the opposite side of the court, then came back and gave us a cheap lecture on bullying. Neither the coach nor the school ever tried to talk to me about what happened since I looked like the kind of kid who would be traumatized by that experience and become a criminal out of fear that I would become what those allegedly well behaved, wealthy parented kids were, and the stories of that day and other days of similar occurrences seemed to have passed into high school and before I knew it people were afraid of me. I never made any sign of physical violence, I never took swings or punched a wall in frustration, and I took their taunts and teasing for years. By high school none of my past tormentors would even look at me. If a teacher put us together in a group they would go after class and ask for escape. I still never made any physical or verbal attacks yet I was considered the bad guy. I was always a thinker, by ten contemplating religion and by twelve interpreting human nature, yet I was the escaped gorilla everyone thought would rip their arms off when my silence was caused by my mind preoccupied though I never stared at people while doing so as if I were thinking about harming them. Adults and students alike watched from a distance in fear of what was going on in my head. People were afraid to get to know me because they thought I was thinking about killing people or destroying property though I never dressed like a punk. I dressed like a guy who never cares what others think of my appearance and if they offend me I can break them down with my words or my arms, the former preferred since it has stronger results and proves what people thought of me as wrong. Throughout the years people have come and gone, some of my past demons resorting to drugs to escape what they thought I would do to them for revenge, but I would never reap the vengeance people imagined I hungered for. I wanted to personally forgive those who would allow themselves to be within visible range of me but they would either make excuses to flee or run before I could reach them. I endured their hell and came out on top; not on a throne, but a wasteland which their hatred created with themselves in it and has blinded their path to freedom.
That was a waste of seventeen minutes no one is going to read or care about.