(06-29-2013, 03:48 PM)Scraper Wrote: My father commiting suicide when I was about 2-3 years old. My mother drinking my whole childhood. Having no real friends as a child and being bullied in school and every community I've ever been.
Story of my life.
How ironic is it that just some hundred of miles away, in my country, it's the other way around?
Here someone with your childhood issues would turn him into a bully, but bullies here are not tolerated. They are hated and beaten to death if tried anything to hurt a kind person.
And a kid in school with problems tends to have more attention and friends than any normal one.
So, if you are fat, black, redhead, it doesn't make you different, but special.
You can use words like
nigga as affectionate nickname. Racism is null.
But at the same time, crime and poverty keep very active.
So not everything is colorful.
(06-29-2013, 03:18 PM)failedALIAS Wrote: Watching my father's mind rot before my very eyes over a period of three years.
Same. He had a very advanced Parkinson.
Also when my grandfather died. I cried a lot and was mad at everyone.