Do people discriminate you for your differences?

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No, people haven't been discriminating on me. I am a lucky person. Besides, discrimination is illegal in the United States.

I used to be teased all the time. My behavior was much more absurd back then, but I am still very different. While no one is mean to me, they don't make any attempt to look past my AS and try to be close friends with me either. My mom tells me that they get the feeling I like being alone because I'm so quiet and make few attempts to socialize.

The following is a long and longer story that you may enjoy! :

I think I'm second or third on the depth chart of "people we dislike and want to make miserable forever" at times, behind the kid who doesn't ever bathe and the kid who knows almost nothing yet never hesitates to stop himself from yelling ignorant things into a conversation and getting pissed off easily. Yeah.

I don't know why, to be honest. I guess it's my relatively passive nature and lack of "return fire" that gets people off. "Hey lookamee, I can poke this kid a lot AND HE WON'T DO ANYTHING!" I can take sh*t from just about anyone but my family, who ought to know better. Practical jokes, pranks, general assholism - I can usually take that. There have been a handful of exceptions though.

Last year I was being made fun of for my unusually white skin. Friendly joke I suppose. I don't mind being called "Pasty Mike", it's a pretty funny joke over a year later now. A few kids thought it would be funny to draw on my arm with black pen. It was kind of funny for about ten seconds, until the one kid refused to stop and decided it would be brilliant to carve f*cking cave paintings into my arms. After three "jezus d00d, stop already" 's, I flipped a sh*t and ripped the pen out of his hand and thrust it into his arm. This kid can be a huge you-know-what, but since he has never stepped out of line.



Once when I was quite young, I decided I'd had enough crap from my stepbrother. I went mortal kombat fists of fury on the kid's face. I regret that.

Another incident last year... I was trying to have a decent social time with a few friends at lockers. Some ass walked over and decided it would be very funny to shove me into the lockers beside me. He went back over to the other side of the hall and chuckled it up with his posse. I just shrugged it off, but that wasn't good enough for him. He came back over and decided to put me into a headlock with his cast on his arm.

At this point I just about lost it, but only a bit. I struggled a bit before I somehow got him away from me. I looked up at the stupid smile on his face and half-charged him with a few very wild swings - most of which he blocked with his cast. He finally retreated back to the other side of the hall with his beat-faced chums, and I went back to mine after a few "jesus dude, it's 7:30 in the f*cking morning, I don't have time for this sh*t." It was fun explaining to everyone in chem why my hand was bleeding profusely, and why I didn't want to go to the nurse.

It was the talk of the town for that day and the next. How about that. And none of us got in trouble. Heh. Nothing's happened since with that kid, and we've actually become acquantainces. We were friends a long time ago.

Yet, the one that takes the cake is a pretty funny story. It actually involves the two aformentioned as*holes, and another even bigger jerk. The two guys I mentioned before were always odd acquaintances. We were always stuck with each other somehow. We ate lunch together. Halfway through the year, schedule changes brought in a kid who was a d*ck from the year before. He's this big muscular kid who's almost actually fat, but works on a farm. Very annoying, always chatting about how he got his dog high, or lost his wallet while drunk in the back of Vinnie's truck driving from the cops. Whatever.

This kid always had a good mind to throw something at me near the end of lunch. Usually he would miss profusely, or miss his intended body part of mine. Usually I would be calm, and end up taking whatever it was and putting it aside. Then I got the idea to just ... flick it back at him right before the bell rang and walk out with a smile. I did this a few times and it was all pretty funny. I can't recall what happened the next day very well, but it was something involving water bottles, and water all over me and him. Now I remember. He then got into a habit of taking water from his water bottle and trying to douse it on me. This is coming back to me now! Usually it would end in some sort of humiliating failure. I would scoot back enough so it would miss.

One day he tried to get me. He would have soaked me, had I not lunged back at him, knocking the full water bottle back at him and completely soaking him. This pissed him off, so he went and spent a dollar on a gigantic bottle of water from a machine. All the way back he walked with the biggest sh*t eating grin I'd ever seen in my life. Obviously he was going to try and soak me with it. I was actually getting very pissed at the fact that this kid just wasted money and water just to get back at me. He partially succeeded, but ended up making a huge mess that somehow no one saw. I was a bit wet, but I had a second t-shirt for some reason. Pants weren't too bad. The real mess was under the chair and on the floor. It looked like a bathroom with a leak.

Regardless, I ripped the bottle from him and threw it off his big fat head. Later he tried to get me again while leaving. I told him he was too much of a d*ck to be drinking water, so I took the bottle from 'im. He wrestled it back, easily winning. One last time before the door in the sea of people, he decided to give me one final elbow. I gave him the last word, but after that I never got any more sh*t from that son of a .... yeah.






... so it goes to show you... sometimes a random outburst of rebellion, violence, et cetera, is just enough to drill into people's heads the words "KNOCK IT OFF, PAL" and to perhaps realize what they're doing has little to no justice. I'm against violence, but on occasion, you need to stick up for yourself.