recluse said:
RedRibbons said:
heh heh. a lot of mean things have been said to people, here. It's sad. And it sucks that they stick in our heads.
The worst for me..
"Do you have a problem with your sexuality?" - this guy in high school. I've been questioning my sexuality since then.. and it's no good, cause it started my ocd.
How sad! When i was in college some asshole started a rumour that i was gay.
That is so stupid. :?
There was two guys at my class that I used to talk to, and have no problems at all. One day I made the mistake to tell them that they usually ignored me (and others) when they were with some other friends. Maybe I used a unvoluntarily sentimental tone or something.
Day after they started to ignore me and started to say things at my back but loud enough to make sure I was listening. Started with some stupid laughs and so on. I was already very shy back then and did nothing, I chose to ignore it, hoping it would stop.
It got worse, they were always saying "... gay ..." at my back.
Everyday was a nightmare. They even delivered me a mocking love letter at "Valentine's Day". Told me: "hey, someone sent you these" (while smiling like a retard).
I knew immediately what it was... in fact: I was already expecting that to happen at that day. :roll:
I just threw it directly to the trash can. They said: "it was only a joke". I replied: "... yeah yeah.... (go f##k yourself)".
I'm not gay and I never was.
But there was one guy which had the "typical gay moves and voice" and he was always suffering from the same kind of pressure. I don't know if he was/is really gay and I don't really care, but I always felt bad for him... It was stupid what he had to tolerate. I used to think: "damn, his school life must be a daily hell".
Well, it didn't take too long to me to start suffering that similar daily pressure.
It was the worst year and a half of my life. All I wanted was to get the hell out of the classrooms and go home.
But, you know what? Before all that, one day I was walking home with one of those two idiots, and.... (like I said: we were normal "friends" before) we crossed with his father. The bastard stopped to talk, kissed him and talked with his father like a real girl. :lol: Like he was the most innocent (female ) child in the world. Called him "daddy"... he was 17.