Facebook has this feature where the site will suggest people that you may know, and you will have the option to add the suggested people to your friends list.
While I was scrolling through the list of suggested friends, I came across a name I wish to have never seen or heard spoken again for the rest of my natural life. While we were in school (junior high and high school) the guy and some other people like him were complete assholes. One person in particular taller then most of the other kids, so I guess he thought his height gave him permission to be mean to the other kids. His height just meant that he was a tall asshole instead of an average height or short asshole.
I don’t know if the guy was abused, maybe raped as a child, saw his dad push his mom around, saw his mom push his dad around,,,,,,, who knows. But one thing was for sure, he seemed to have a lot of built up anger. That anger manifested itself in the form of harassment towards other kids.
One of the reasons why I was picked on at school was because of the music I listed to, which happened to be metal. While most of my high school class was listening to 80 pop rock garbage and loving it, I was listening to metal and loving it. To the other kids, since I listened to metal, then I “must” be dong drugs, because you can not listen to metal without doing drugs – or at least that was their mindset anyway.
When other kids do not understand someone, they usually pick on the strange kid. And that is what happened to me. I listened to metal, which meant I was “magically” a drug head (which I was not), so the other kids made it a point to torment me about my alleged drug use and my taste of heavy metal.
Part of my teenage years went something like this – “there is that strange kid that listens to metal, lets torment him until he conforms to what we think he should listen to.” Well, it did not work. I still listened to my metal.
Lets fast forward from the early – mid 1980s to current day. Now that those kids from the 1980s have grown up and had kids of their own. I just have to wonder, do the kids from the 80s teach their kids tolerance 0r do they teach their kids in-tolerance? Do they kids from the 1980s teach their kids to get along with others, or do they teach their kids to bully other people? Are the parents (kids from the 80s) teaching their kids to be 2nd or 3rd generation bullies?
Then were was this brown shirt my mom bought me. The only problem was the ends of the sleeves had a trim that was slightly pink in color. Back in the 80s, men nor boys wore pink. I made the mistake of wearing the shirt to school one day. Because I wore a shirt that had a shade of pink on it, then I was gay. Because only women and gays wear pink.
So now, not only was I a metal listening drug user, but I was also gay. All of those opinions were based on false preconceptions – expect for the metal, I did in fact listen to heavy metal, but I did not use drugs, nor was I gay.
I thought about adding those assholes to my facebook friends list – just to post on their wall that they were an asshole, and that I hope their kids turned out better then they did. But who knows, maybe their kids turned out worse.
But to add those assholes to my friends list, just to post some minor insult would mean that I stooped to their level. If anything, the torment that I received has taught me to be more tolerant of others. If you want to dress a certain way, then please do so; if you want to listen to certain music, then please do so; if you want to vote a certain way; then do not blame me when a puppet gets elected.
The one thing that I wished for, was that those bullies never had kids. That way their defective genes could not get passed down.
If you graduated from Bridge City class of 1986, then you may have an idea of “who” this article is talking about. Or it may not even be about 1 person, but a group of people. Assholes tend to run in packs.
Here we are in 2011, I am 42 years old, I am still listening to metal and loving it.
Anyway, my name is Kevin Felts and there is a link to my facebook page. If we went to school together, and you try to add me as a friend on facebook and I turn down your request, its 1 of 2 things – either I do not remember you, or you were an asshole.