originally posted by: IslandOfMisfitToys
a reply to: NightSkyeB4Dawn
That's all good theoretically. I'm talking about in reality.
The same reality where when there is even video evidence of wrong doing nothing happens to the perpetrating cop.......
The reality is we pick our battles. We choose our masters and we decide which beast we wish to feed.
If people can go ballistic and rally around a TV show, sports team or a piece of cloth, they can rally together against injustice.
The reality is this is not going to fix itself. The reality is that you have to fight for what is really important to you. The reality is that
fighting back is never easy. The reality is sometimes you have to lead. The reality is that if you lead, many will be exactly like you were, afraid to
follow. The reality is you will not win every battle.
When I was sixteen years old I fought the biggest baddest school bully around in those days, everyday for three days. i weighed 98 pounds soak and
wet, she weighed close to 300 pounds. Everyday after gym she would beat me up because I wouldn't open the door for her. After the third day she asked
me if I had learned anything, I told her yes. I told her, I had learned that it sure would take a whole lot less time and energy for her to just open
the damn door herself, than to keep beating on me everyday. At first she was too shocked to be pissed. I guess she had an epithany, because I told her
that it should be clear by now that she could kick my arse everyday for the rest of my time in the school, but in the end she had to open that same
door everday for herself anyways. Everyone stood there so excited not knowing why. I did. They were praying for a miracle. Something to change, so
they would never be the one getting her arse kicked.
The badass got smart. She laughed the whole thing off and labelled me crazy, which worked out real well for a time, because it made the other bullies
stay away from that skinny crazy girl. When I started doing the homework for the seniors on the basketball team, I became untouchable. I know it is
not easy to be the crazy one.
I am not very skinny anymore, but I still am labelled the crazy one. I am the one that is always sticking her neck out. I am the one that is always
getting her neck chopped off, but I will go to my death bed headless before I will ever open the door for a bully of any size, no matter what they
are, or what color they are wearing.
I am only saying because you asked what I have done. I don't expect anything from anyone other than what they feel is right for themselves. And so
far, I have never been disappointed; I have fought every battle alone. I know people are scared. That is why I continue to fight my battles alone, and
why I keep getting my arse kicked.
edit on 29-7-2015 by NightSkyeB4Dawn because: Cleaning up a bit.