Late night story.
You know that kid in class who’s hated? Laughed at? You mention their name and automatically negative words are spewed out of everyones mouth?
Well, everyone in my class makes fun of this one kid. They constantly joke about how he should just die already. They laugh and marvel over the idea that he’d be the kid that shoots up our school. It’s a quotidian event of him being laughed and yelled at by the other kids in my class.
So I decided to get to know this kid.
Like, genuinely know him.
Find out what kind of person he actually is. Find out why they hate him so much. Find out what he did to make them hate him. Find out why one person receives so much pain.
Fast forward to later and we’ve been talking for weeks now. I’ve gotten to know him really well. I’d say we’re substantially friends even.
He’s passionate, hilarious, clever, dedicated, and most surprisingly- extremely empathetic.
The constant bullying has clearly damaged him. There’s hidden pain in every word he says. The dull kind of pain. Present and hard to distract yourself from. The pain that would make suicide seem sensible to anyone.
But the thing was, he has no anger towards the kids that torture him. He told me he would never treat someone as poorly as he’s been treated in his life. In fact, he said he especially treats people he hardly knows with respect because you never know what situations a person has been dealing with in their own life.
In class I noticed a typical behavior of him. I saw that when the students mocked him, he’d shrug it off with a weary smile when he could easily start a fight or talk shit. He turned to me and said, “the only person who can truly judge, is yourself. The more you judge the less time there is to know somebody. And I want to know people.”
I know that kid everyone hates.
I know many things he has felt and thought.
I know him and he’s a wonderful person.
I know that I could never hate him no matter how hard I try.
What I don’t know is why he’s so hated.
I’m a bit of a pacifist, but now I want to hurt the people who’ve never given up on making his life absolutely miserable.
But the kid told me it’s not worth hating them. Hate is worthless in the end after all. And they are the only ones who can truly judge themselves.
I’ve been learning a lot about people lately and I’m still very confused as to why some can treat others so worthlessly.