I don't normally like to swear but I love this movie, so I will break my rule and use this quote to introduce this week's blog post.
This is a funny yet sweet movie about going to a high school reunion, facing the bullies of yesteryear. I have never been to any of my reunions, nor do I care to. I hardly remember high school, much less want to face those people again. The people who always got their way even they were terrible or mean. The so-called actors who were always in the plays even though they couldn't act. The athletes who always got attention because they were jocks. I was one of the nameless masses, yearning to be recognized for any talent, instead of just my weaknesses.
Why do people have to be so mean? Don't they have feelings? Don't they know the Golden Rule, to treat others as you would want to be treated? Didn't their parents teach them any manners? And if there was a reason to be jealous, why not appreciate what one has, instead of trying to deny what others have?
We are all different. We should be celebrating each other's successes that they earned, instead of trying to take it away. No one has it all. No one is without problems.
Some people say it is because they are insecure. I was insecure, yet I manged to not be a bully. Some say they were abused. Lots of people are abused, they are not all bullies. There has to be more.
There is still bullying going on today. I hear of schools trying all these new programs to combat bullying. Are they working? Why is it still happening then?
And it doesn't end after school. I was bullied in college and in the workplace.
There was no help for me there. Of course, by then, I had learned that no one was going to help me, that I was on my own. So by then I stopped asking for help. I didn't have a safe place to go to to get away from it. Just in my own mind. Just in my own thoughts.
I could say this made me strong. But it still bothers me to this day. It is hard to forgive a bully. It helps me to forgive if I can understand. But I can't understand a bully. Maybe I am too logical. Some things just make no sense to me.
But I also realize that those bullies, whoever they are, have to answer for themselves someday. Maybe they will feel guilty, maybe they won't. But it is not my problem. It is not something I can fix.
All I can do is be myself, use what talents I have, and stop wasting my time wishing for what I don't have. Be thankful for each day. For each day is a gift, a chance to try again. A chance to be me.