the boy

the following is a previous post from my previous blog...

i agree that it was his own fault that caused him to be the boy he is today but it was not entirely his fault... there were others who made, moulded him into a hard shell that he lives in nowadays it probably began when people started calling him fat then people probably disturbed him of his pimples i say probably because i wasn't in his class until 3.11... the problem is that majority of the people in that class began to mock at him too and the BIGGEST MISTAKE that he made was that he accepted it...yes, i betcha he did and so his EGO (which wasn't even there in the first place) was diminished even smaller he began to call himself fat, laugh together with those that mocked at him thus his shell builds, that little hard shell began to thicken... he would give those mocking people the look that makes everyone hate him even more whose fault is it now?

...i shouldn't think it is his, perhaps not even those classmates in sec1, 2, 3...society perhaps?...must we reject such a person immediately, so quickly?...4 years is long, yes...but with each year comes new classmates...and they add bricks and cement to that shell, that barrier, that wall that blocks him from the freedom, however little of it, and prevents him from enjoying life

he once told me that his life, the only way he could live was through the computer... i remembered once that his computer crashed and he was indeed depressed people who live through this mirror, this window are those that are lonely, that feel inferior once they show up in their true state, true form...behind the computer he can start anew, somebody who does not have people having fixed viewsof him, people that do not know him, people that can give him chances, chances that his old classmates would never give him...i pity him...life shouldn't be like this...no, not like this that was in sec1...now we are all sec4...

students still dislike him, they hate him... they tremble at the thought of sitting next to him, standing behind him they mock at him like the days of old... and he laughs, trying to be part of them, but he does not understand... he would never be like the rest until the rest decide to give him a chance we gave him a lot of chances

.... we would be nice, he would be nice...but he would do something stupid, something different... and the problem, the hating, the insults would be hurled at him again, each time more powerful than the next... his shell is closing up...to give him another chance is impossible... because everybody already has that fixed view of him...it is hard to change this fact... i am his friend, one of his few friends...but i am a pitying friend...he does not have many friends unless u call those internet 'friends' his real friends...

i don't want to pity him...i want to love him as my brother, a classmate, a friend...i want him to fit in...i dont' want to see him suffer anymore...i don't want to be a pitying friend... we must change as a class...he must change, but we must change, and accept him...he is just different...but one or two person will not make a difference...

because i confess that i laughed at him together as a class before...not because i found the mocking funny, but rather to gain acceptance of those friends that mocked at him...they are my friends...they might make fun of me, dislike me, hate me for siding with the 'outsider' why do they make my life so difficult? isn't this like faith?...faith in God...sometimes we dare not declare ourselves Christians openly in front of non-christian friends...we do not declare ourselves like we do at church...we might face rejection, taunts...we are afraid to be in the same position as this boy...we must stand up, fight for what is right...fight for what we believe in...my advise to this boy...fight smart, fight with your own self-belief...i believe u can do it...no matter how hard the road is ahead of u, change, shape yourself, have faith...u will make it... ...in recognition of The Boy in my class...

yup. thot i'd resurface this post...seems to be still so relevant, sadly.