The most random things give me ideas for a blog entry. The storyline regarding Hope and the whatsapp group to get her expelled from school after the arson charge.
That made me think about labels. Maybe some of us are just born to be monsters. I was one of those weird kids (not physically dangerous like Hope’s character in Corrie). I wonder if that is basically my role in life. It’s not about being misunderstood, we are all given a role or a label by others in life. Whether we like it or not, maybe we are meant to struggle due to our karma or whatever. I have fought strongly against the various negative labels I was given. I still get seen in a certain way by others. Stalker, weirdo, freak, loner, loony to name but a few I’ve heard over the years. I grew up in a small area so we basically gave each other labels from a young age. That is why I refuse to become part of local friendship groups that are the equivalent to joining a pack of wolves. Those types will rip the shit out of anyone who they consider to be different. I’m also not cool enough to be part of them. I have told others with disabilities how to play the game against those types. Sorry, but absolutely not sorry. They shouldn’t have been taking the piss out of individuals if they didn’t want a reaction. I told this person exactly what to say back to them so that they wouldn’t dare decide to take the piss out of them again. Nowadays, no one starts with me because they know that I will take something personal and rip back into them. They don’t like it because its not nice, yet they constantly do that to others.