Post by Kobayashi Ari on May 12, 2011 15:48:14 GMT -5
You can make fun of me because I'm short. You can make fun of me because I have glasses. You can make fun of me because I don't have naturally straight hair. You can make fun of me because I'm not popular. You can make fun of me because I am poor. You can make fun of me because I have real friends. You can make fun of me because I am in band. You can make fun of me because I like to draw. You can make fun of me because I like to read. You can make fun of me because I write for fun. You can make fun of me because I have feelings. I won't care at all. But I do have a question to ask: why?
Why go out of your way to find someone with glasses to make fun of them? Why make fun of someone who isn't rich? Why make fun of someone who actually enjoys art? Why decide that because they like to read means that they are a nerd? Why throw a ball at someone's glasses so that people can laugh at said person with glasses? Why keep a sheet of paper away from an unpopular person because "they can't be trusted with a piece of paper"? But most of all, why make torture someone because of something they couldn't help?
Yes, I'm short. That I couldn't help. Yes, I have wavy /and/ curly hair. I straighten it, but I can't help it's original state. Yes, I have glasses. /Everyone/ in my family has needed glasses, and I ate carrots my whole life until I got glasses, so I think it's pretty safe to say that I could not help that. Yes, I'm not popular. That I couldn't help because the popular people choose each other. No individual decides wether they are popular or "cool". Yes, I'm not rich. So what? I couldn't help that. That's just the family I was born in, which I absolutely love to death. Yes, I have real friends, not those fake friends that people use to say, "Hey, look at me! I have fifty friends!" Yes, I am in band. Everyone in my family has been in band during their school years, so if I didn't go in band, I would let them all down. I think it's safe to say that I couldn't help that either. Yes, I like to draw. So what? I have a natural talent. I have a right to draw. Yes, I like to read. Try it, you'll like it. Oh, wait, /my bad/, you can't because you are too busy partying or putting your pants on so that they are /perfect/, or making sure your /ears/ are set correctly on your head. Sorry. Yes, I write for fun. Is that so bad? I'm good at grammar. I'm good with punctuation and spelling. I don't even mean to, but sometimes I speak with correct grammar. "What is the order in which we are going to play" I'll ask at Jazz Band. Oh well. Deal with it. Yes, I have feelings, and not a crater. Yeah, that's what happens when you write for fun.
Now, thinking about feelings, and not craters... A crater is a hole. Fully speaking, a crater is a hole where something happened. So, what did happen? Money. When you are born into a rich American family, your feelings are gone, and a greed meteorite hits. Your only feeling is greed. Greed for clothes, food, friends, and popularity. It's all you can think about. You don't stop to think, "Hey, that kid with the glasses' feelings might get hurt if I throw a ball at their glasses so that everyone can laugh at her!" No. All you think when you throw that ball is, "Everyone will laugh and like me better now! YAY!" No thought what-so-ever comes across your mind that maybe that kid has real friends. Maybe that kid actually has feelings, not the empty crater that everyone else at school has. Maybe that kid isn't like you.
All this wraps to the question: why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why can't you be born into a rich family and not want everything but hunger, poorness, aloneness, and unpopularity? Why can't you get twenty dollars and say, "Mom! Lets go to Macy's"? Why can't you be popular and not have greedy thoughts? Why can't you be born into a family where your parents control what sites you can go on and what friends you have and not think that everyone loves you because of this?
I have friends that answer these questions.
Why can't you be born into a rich familiy and not want everything but hunger, poorness, aloneness, and unpopularity? Nik, the creator of this site, can. Her family has money, but she doesn't go shopping for clothes and jewelry every day. She isn't popular.
Why can't you get twenty dollars and say, "Mom! Lets go to Macy's"? Wolfstar can. She has at least two hundred dollars in savings because there is nothing she really wants other than sketchbooks.
Why can't you be popular and not have greedy thoughts? Lab can. As far as I know, she is pretty well-known by lots of people in Algebra 1, but she has no greedy thoughts, as far as I know.
Why can't you be born into a family where your parents control what sites you can go on and what friends you have and not think that everyone loves you because of that? Riku can. Her parents try to control everything about her life, but she hates it. She knows that not everybody loves her and thinks that she is rainbows and pink fluffy bunnies.
These four friends are my /real/ friends, as mentioned above. They can do the unthinkable. Which leads back to the same question: Why?
Why can't everyone else be like that? Why?
Because of a reason no one will be able to find out for a long time.
So.... why?
Why go out of your way to find someone with glasses to make fun of them? Why make fun of someone who isn't rich? Why make fun of someone who actually enjoys art? Why decide that because they like to read means that they are a nerd? Why throw a ball at someone's glasses so that people can laugh at said person with glasses? Why keep a sheet of paper away from an unpopular person because "they can't be trusted with a piece of paper"? But most of all, why make torture someone because of something they couldn't help?
Yes, I'm short. That I couldn't help. Yes, I have wavy /and/ curly hair. I straighten it, but I can't help it's original state. Yes, I have glasses. /Everyone/ in my family has needed glasses, and I ate carrots my whole life until I got glasses, so I think it's pretty safe to say that I could not help that. Yes, I'm not popular. That I couldn't help because the popular people choose each other. No individual decides wether they are popular or "cool". Yes, I'm not rich. So what? I couldn't help that. That's just the family I was born in, which I absolutely love to death. Yes, I have real friends, not those fake friends that people use to say, "Hey, look at me! I have fifty friends!" Yes, I am in band. Everyone in my family has been in band during their school years, so if I didn't go in band, I would let them all down. I think it's safe to say that I couldn't help that either. Yes, I like to draw. So what? I have a natural talent. I have a right to draw. Yes, I like to read. Try it, you'll like it. Oh, wait, /my bad/, you can't because you are too busy partying or putting your pants on so that they are /perfect/, or making sure your /ears/ are set correctly on your head. Sorry. Yes, I write for fun. Is that so bad? I'm good at grammar. I'm good with punctuation and spelling. I don't even mean to, but sometimes I speak with correct grammar. "What is the order in which we are going to play" I'll ask at Jazz Band. Oh well. Deal with it. Yes, I have feelings, and not a crater. Yeah, that's what happens when you write for fun.
Now, thinking about feelings, and not craters... A crater is a hole. Fully speaking, a crater is a hole where something happened. So, what did happen? Money. When you are born into a rich American family, your feelings are gone, and a greed meteorite hits. Your only feeling is greed. Greed for clothes, food, friends, and popularity. It's all you can think about. You don't stop to think, "Hey, that kid with the glasses' feelings might get hurt if I throw a ball at their glasses so that everyone can laugh at her!" No. All you think when you throw that ball is, "Everyone will laugh and like me better now! YAY!" No thought what-so-ever comes across your mind that maybe that kid has real friends. Maybe that kid actually has feelings, not the empty crater that everyone else at school has. Maybe that kid isn't like you.
All this wraps to the question: why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why can't you be born into a rich family and not want everything but hunger, poorness, aloneness, and unpopularity? Why can't you get twenty dollars and say, "Mom! Lets go to Macy's"? Why can't you be popular and not have greedy thoughts? Why can't you be born into a family where your parents control what sites you can go on and what friends you have and not think that everyone loves you because of this?
I have friends that answer these questions.
Why can't you be born into a rich familiy and not want everything but hunger, poorness, aloneness, and unpopularity? Nik, the creator of this site, can. Her family has money, but she doesn't go shopping for clothes and jewelry every day. She isn't popular.
Why can't you get twenty dollars and say, "Mom! Lets go to Macy's"? Wolfstar can. She has at least two hundred dollars in savings because there is nothing she really wants other than sketchbooks.
Why can't you be popular and not have greedy thoughts? Lab can. As far as I know, she is pretty well-known by lots of people in Algebra 1, but she has no greedy thoughts, as far as I know.
Why can't you be born into a family where your parents control what sites you can go on and what friends you have and not think that everyone loves you because of that? Riku can. Her parents try to control everything about her life, but she hates it. She knows that not everybody loves her and thinks that she is rainbows and pink fluffy bunnies.
These four friends are my /real/ friends, as mentioned above. They can do the unthinkable. Which leads back to the same question: Why?
Why can't everyone else be like that? Why?
Because of a reason no one will be able to find out for a long time.
So.... why?