For the real cowards, small and weak
Pacesetter Vol XLI No. 1 Broadsheet Issue
No more intros this time, let’s hit it…
“Ang akala kasi nila, hindi ko naiintindihan o dinadamdam ang mga sinasabinila. Ang iniisip nila, wala lang sa akin kapag ginagawa nila akong katatawanan o nililibak nila ak osarcastically,” said a college friend of mine. He’s complaining about being bullied in class.
This friend of mine is just one of the millions of people locked in chains of the deadly cycle better known as bullying. For the past years being his friend, I’ve watched other people piss him off, shake his confidence sideways and bring his courage down. Maybe, this is because he’s different from the majority of us. He’s often called as weirdo in their class, he also has a different body posture/type (technically, I do not know what really that is), also, he always has hard times finding peers, so, he’s most of the times, alone.
Worst is, he’s suffering from emotional bullying, or for me, the most dangerous of all types. It breaks someone’s personality without banging on his jaw. It makes a person’s spirit bleed minuswounding on his skin. It’s the deepest way to hurt someone, because words are God-given weapons Heaven has sent to man.
I remember one day as I walk with the said friend, when we bumped onto his classmates which were in group. Suddenly, one of them called his name in baby language, he, too, is mimicking his body posture. Posing with his shoulders up like it’s locked, and his chest pressed out from its real alignment. While on the background of the picture were his friends laughing in chorus. They were then, a perfect sketch of Super Villain Alliance.
Humiliation and embarrassment screams through the eyes of my friend that time, I saw how he seemed so squeezed then, I really wanted to shout on his classmate and tell him to stop that stupid thing, but I was consumed with anger(however, ironically, I’ve always been a brother-figure to all of my friends; it’s maybe because I am the eldest in the family, I even remember stamping on a childhood playmate when I was 8 because he’s pulling my sister’s hair so hard). So, I was just frozen.
That moment, I learned that when we just watch other people suffer, we instantly become part of the offending process, and we unintentionally add insult to the injury. And in my case, I never became the vessel of my friend’s shouts for help. I’ve always been the witness, and everything ends with that. Perhaps, that’s not the time that I’d be Superman, because this is.
Man is made to see lapses and gaps of others without looking at his own short doings. He always has the tendency to criticize someone he didn’t really know, with just eyeing on his looks, manners and a thousand more distinguishing things. I don’t know what’s in the mind of these murderers, but maybe, they believe they possess perfection in every inch, or possibly, they were sustained by the defeat of others, by the sound of someone’s cry and trouble. It could also be that they were being addicted with giving pain to people, so they keep on hurting them, especially when they see they have made their fences fell down.
I’m neither a defender nor a superhero, but I wrote this column to draw the line. This is for the people who believe being different sucks. For them who think that there is only one conventional look, manner and way for almost all of the things on Earth. For the people who always laugh on ‘them’, hurt ‘them’ and make ‘them’ feel so small… For the people who are too dumb to keep an open mind that it’s a vast world inhabited by billions of different-unique-one-of-their-kind creatures we live in. Your words will forever remain as words; they’ll forever remain as scars.
Bullied people are labeled coward, but they’re brave enough to goon through their lives behind the judgmental eyes of the society. They’re called small, but they can be bigger than you are. They are said to be weak, but they’re too strong to resist the pressing voice of mass intimidators.
Everyone’s fragile, but not all can easily be shattered.
Now, who are the real cowards, small and weak? Don’t have to think twice, chickens.
Pacesetter Vol XLI No. 1 Broadsheet Issue
No more intros this time, let’s hit it…
“Ang akala kasi nila, hindi ko naiintindihan o dinadamdam ang mga sinasabinila. Ang iniisip nila, wala lang sa akin kapag ginagawa nila akong katatawanan o nililibak nila ak osarcastically,” said a college friend of mine. He’s complaining about being bullied in class.
This friend of mine is just one of the millions of people locked in chains of the deadly cycle better known as bullying. For the past years being his friend, I’ve watched other people piss him off, shake his confidence sideways and bring his courage down. Maybe, this is because he’s different from the majority of us. He’s often called as weirdo in their class, he also has a different body posture/type (technically, I do not know what really that is), also, he always has hard times finding peers, so, he’s most of the times, alone.
Worst is, he’s suffering from emotional bullying, or for me, the most dangerous of all types. It breaks someone’s personality without banging on his jaw. It makes a person’s spirit bleed minuswounding on his skin. It’s the deepest way to hurt someone, because words are God-given weapons Heaven has sent to man.
I remember one day as I walk with the said friend, when we bumped onto his classmates which were in group. Suddenly, one of them called his name in baby language, he, too, is mimicking his body posture. Posing with his shoulders up like it’s locked, and his chest pressed out from its real alignment. While on the background of the picture were his friends laughing in chorus. They were then, a perfect sketch of Super Villain Alliance.
Humiliation and embarrassment screams through the eyes of my friend that time, I saw how he seemed so squeezed then, I really wanted to shout on his classmate and tell him to stop that stupid thing, but I was consumed with anger(however, ironically, I’ve always been a brother-figure to all of my friends; it’s maybe because I am the eldest in the family, I even remember stamping on a childhood playmate when I was 8 because he’s pulling my sister’s hair so hard). So, I was just frozen.
That moment, I learned that when we just watch other people suffer, we instantly become part of the offending process, and we unintentionally add insult to the injury. And in my case, I never became the vessel of my friend’s shouts for help. I’ve always been the witness, and everything ends with that. Perhaps, that’s not the time that I’d be Superman, because this is.
Man is made to see lapses and gaps of others without looking at his own short doings. He always has the tendency to criticize someone he didn’t really know, with just eyeing on his looks, manners and a thousand more distinguishing things. I don’t know what’s in the mind of these murderers, but maybe, they believe they possess perfection in every inch, or possibly, they were sustained by the defeat of others, by the sound of someone’s cry and trouble. It could also be that they were being addicted with giving pain to people, so they keep on hurting them, especially when they see they have made their fences fell down.
I’m neither a defender nor a superhero, but I wrote this column to draw the line. This is for the people who believe being different sucks. For them who think that there is only one conventional look, manner and way for almost all of the things on Earth. For the people who always laugh on ‘them’, hurt ‘them’ and make ‘them’ feel so small… For the people who are too dumb to keep an open mind that it’s a vast world inhabited by billions of different-unique-one-of-their-kind creatures we live in. Your words will forever remain as words; they’ll forever remain as scars.
Bullied people are labeled coward, but they’re brave enough to goon through their lives behind the judgmental eyes of the society. They’re called small, but they can be bigger than you are. They are said to be weak, but they’re too strong to resist the pressing voice of mass intimidators.
Everyone’s fragile, but not all can easily be shattered.
Now, who are the real cowards, small and weak? Don’t have to think twice, chickens.