A former classmate/friend posted a picture of himself from senior year on facebook. People responded in a variety of ways. I simply said Thanks for the memories. A simple thought, I thought I'd contribute. Well, low and behold, someone else decides to write a comment. He blasts my simple statement saying that I have become jaded by domestication. I just laugh because I'm anything but domesticated. But it really struck a nerve, he only blasted my comment, and in a way where I knew he was aiming for me.
I was stunned into silence, a common way that I react when I feel attacked. I was put right back in Freshmen year, where this same individual blasted me for no reason continuously. I asked in every class not to be put by him, because the harassment was too much for my 14 year old mind. Finally, an English teacher forced him next to me, where he continued to berate me, but got to know me. Turned out, we had a lot in common and his hatred was due to that fact.
I thought we had turned a corner, then 19 years later, he berates me again. My entire being drives him batty!! I can't be who I am without making him crazy.
After seeing this, I had a new found freedom, I am here to make him crazy. His attacks are ways to acknowledge my existence on the planet. I should be grateful he knows who I am and that I make such a huge impression on him.
If he were to read this post, he's comment on how the structure and syntax make no sense and that I'm a nut case, spewing lies...
Gotta love that High school is only 4 years!!!
Peace! This is Silverplatters signing off
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