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Originally Posted by lastcardcharlie
St. Mary's lighthouse, Whitley Bay. I have been there many times, out on the Metro from Newcastle. I walked there at night on my 20th birthday, soooo depressed. Little did I know, things were about to get a whole lot worse.
When I was 13, there was an old abandoned home with crumbling Victorian architecture about two blocks away from my home in Maryland. Me and my friend were very close, and the last owners had a swing set that was made of wood and plastic so it hadnÂ’t rusted out.it would shake and hobble though. We would hide there and smoke cigarettes and swing. I would get stressed out at parties and about jr high school and we would swing there sometimes for two hours without saying a word. Then we would leave and I would cuss everyone out. I was fortunate at this time not to be institutionalized, I would go on long rants that sounded insane to anyone not familiar with me.
I had a middle school class with a guy named Lew and he was always picked on by this group of middle school bullies. Middle school taunts about his mom his looks etc. He was the ultimate dweeb. Gangly, small head, bad hair everyday, he would wear a shirt with non descript dragons on it and nervously describe the most simple thing. One time he cried when one of the bullies took his pencil out of his hand and threw it across the room. He had no friends of any kind. It was so other worldly weak that even I laughed. After being bullied relentlessly and beat up a few times he left school. He became homeschooled because he couldnÂ’t survive in middle school.
And this group of bullies had no one to bully so they came to bully the person they perceived as the second weirdest, the person to bully in lews absence, a quiet heavily medicated kid in the back who was avoiding talking too much in class for fear of getting into trouble. So I beat up one of those kids with a tennis racket and gave him some taunts of my own and got suspended.
My weak of suspension gave me the most swinging( literal swinging lol) I ever did in my life . The bullies from middle school tried to get revenge on me but discovered that I had much worse bullies than they could imagine with their limited imagination and stayed far away after that. and that’s always been a failure of those who tried to control me in the past; they couldn’t conceive of the level of gaslighting I had endured and there’s usually a moment you can see in their eyes when they realize I just find their amateur gaslighting , lies, attempts to kill me, etc less like torture and more like a warm breeze from a past that they could not possess. It’s a moment when they realize that Im not even trying and they stare blankly. It’s a beautiful moment to see psychos unveiled for what they are and I often see them for a split second in my mind naked next to that swing set between the woods and an abandoned home.