The Nomenclature of Bullying



Teenagers: Developing organisms which are prone to feelings of invincibility, insecurity and tall poppy syndrome.



The Internet: An innocent breeding ground for happenings.



The Bully: A domineering person/s that usually antagonise others for attention and/or acceptance. This predominately results from jealously, higher pressures or/and the concluding addictive sensation of superiority.



To make a mountain out of a molehill is an idiom which completely describes the opposite of my situation. But to use the cliché miracles happen didn’t exactly win me over either. Both of these expressions were uttered throughout the duration of my ‘grey days’; but at the tender age of 17, I was experiencing the apocalypse.



Social networking drew me in with its addictive substances and always spat me out in a paranoid disappointment. Posts I could see. Posts I couldn’t see. People that deleted me; friends. What were they writing? What were they telling people? I had tried so hard for them to like me! It was certain, they had persuaded everyone: I was bad.



A title can change people’s perception for the better and for the worse. In this case being granted School Captain in my final year wasn’t as laconic as I first anticipated. I was slowly becoming a quizzical mess of cellophan-ic emotions. So I turned to the one thing which I knew wouldn’t let me down: Words. Words were my escape when the days became daunting. I’d write speeches, letters, stories, poems, songs, expositions and debates. I wrote about me. I wrote about them. I wrote about everything. This was my vent: my sanctuary.



Stupidity: An act in which third-party observes should learn from the mistakes of the committer.



Unfortunately I kept my means of expression on a USB which fell into the wrong hands. As you can guess, I was hoping for a miracle. They fumed over my writing and committed acts [which close friends called ‘character building’]. I accepted my unfortunate fate.



The banality of my action was not the brightest. But my miracle was an open mind. It allowed me to regroup, find positive people, to ignore and most importantly see the situation in regards to the big picture. It depends on how you look at it but this mountain out of a molehill may be a miracle in itself.



Open Mind: Learn to do this. It may just save you a molehill…. or a miracle.

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