After a While, I've Decided This Blog is Closer to the Heart than Tumblr is to Me

A late night musing;

I realized that horrible things were when I went to junior high. I was bullied, labeled odd simply because I like odd things -- which weren't that odd really. I spoke three languages and reaaaally love anime and manga. It's a common thing nowadays, but wasn't when I was in junior high so it was considered odd. I wore a torso brace, I drew a lot, and so on. I had a lot of people wanting to humiliate me without particular reason, simply because they see me eligible to be humiliated. Being odd and handicapped were passable reasons to humiliate me.

But I realized that how much the adults there realize that I don't have to be smart in numbers or in academical reports. Sure yes, sometimes they worried about it, but they understood that I have talents in subjects not a lot of people ace. They let me do my thing, they gave me outlets, mediums, sent me to galleries, art festivals, speech conference, linguistic study tour and so on. They knew I just have to find a place I can develop myself and they gave me that place. I was lucky and grateful to find such place and such people, supportive people, the teachers. They would listen to my nonsensical cries over sheer obsession or ambition. They would listen to my imperfect theories. They understood.

Also, I'm so lucky to found friends, best friends who stay with me until today. We went through a lot, bad things, good things, fights, laughs, cries, vacations, plans, discussions -- basically experience life together. We found shelter from the bullies, carelessly played after school, grew up together, even separated, we were still together in a sense. It was amazing to have found and stay with these people.

I should say that, things aren't always bad back then in junior high. I selected to completely erase my bitter experience with the bullies from my memory, but I will always, no matter what, keep the good things stored.