A post about me, bullying, social darwinism, and turtle sex.
Posted: March 22nd, 2012, 5:53 pm
I'm in South Carolina right now on my air force annual two week tour.
I have to admit, I was doing pretty well before I came down here. I had just purchased my plane tickets for India and Ukraine, and was getting super excited for my trip. Being here for only 6 days has managed to send me into an acute depression. I haven't been leaving my hotel room other than to buy food or cigarettes.
I know I make a habit of making long posts, but I ask you guys to have a minute to read all of this as I'm in need of some solid advice.
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I'm going to be pretty transparent for a moment. I think that if all of us were somehow sitting in a room together and interacting face to face, I would not be able to share this stuff with you guys; it hits too close to home. Thankfully there's a pretty insightful, intelligent community here and I can take some relief in staying relatively anonymous.
My brother and myself were homeschooled from 5th-9th grade. When we moved to NJ, I begged my mother to send me to school as I wanted to make friends and find out what school was really like. Well, without going into too much detail, it was essentially a disaster. I was not emotionally/mentally prepared for the catholic school environment and was teased mercilessly in the months to come. Most of the teasing was over my height, but also the fact that I was rather awkward. I've always had a problem with anxiety and being in large groups of my peers at the time made me feel constantly on edge and I could never act "normal". The real battleground at school for me was lunch. I managed to find myself at a table of relatively popular people for the duration of the year, but they "kept me around" merely so they could tease, pick on, and bash me on a daily basis; I only stayed at the table because each and every day I felt I could muster up the strength to "prove myself" and fit into their group. Needless to say, I never really did.
My mom pulled me at the beginning of spring as the result of all of this. What was the most interesting (and the point of this opening) was that when they found out that I was leaving, many of them contacted me to express that they wanted me to stay. It didn't take me long to figure out why:
I was the perfect addition to their world. Here we have 10 guys in places of relatively high, yet fragile social power, all together in a high stress environment. I was their perfect whipping boy and emotional scapegoat. With me getting all of the negative attention at the table, none of them were vulnerable to attack. This is the anatomy of bullying and social darwinism. The strong survive, the weak get snuffed out.
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I've been over this stuff for awhile, but that year damaged me. I still carry baggage from that year and it comes out from time to time, although not nearly as often. Today I'm a functioning human being who's made some great friends and gotten a chance to do some pretty cool things.
However, I've been getting the "10th grade" experience the last 6 days here in Charleston. I've got 3 guys here in the unit that are using me the same way I was used in high school. I was deflecting the attacks and laughing it off at the beginning of the week, but they've been so consistent that it's starting to wear on me. My weakness, sensitivity, and vulnerability are starting to show through in my speech and body language and it's becoming miserable. They're making it a point now to socially ostrecize me from the other guys in the unit.
And the worst part? The women in the unit are eating it up. When one of them (let's call him P) makes a cocky remark about my height or something to that effect, the girls start giggling, smiling, and showing interest in him. He's showing his "alpha dominance" and I am the weakest link.
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I'm 26 years old and these things are generally not a huge issue in my life and this will all be over at the end of the month, but it's all got me thinking. I've done some google/youtube searches about guys beating up bullies. I find myself really enjoying the videos in my current state.
I have a problem. Since my 10th grade experience, I've become extremely empathetic to others. I make it a point to validate anyone that I come in contact with: big, small, pretty, ugly, fat, skinny, and providing they have not anything to directly hurt me. I literally cannot become this man that women (hopefully only American women) want. I feel that I have been cheated. I was raised to believe that these traits (empathy, selflessness, and kindness) would ultimately be rewarded in one way or another. Now, as an adult that has rejected the religious beliefs held by my parents (the foundation of their parenting methods), I feel that I was duped into believing the world was one way when it is in truth to be entirely opposite. I like the person that I am deep down, but I can't help thinking that if I was raised to be a real tough guy and asshole, I'd be having a much easier time and be way more succesful with women (yes, American...I know).
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I saw two turtles f***ing in a river by my hotel while I was walking by. Now, turtle sex is nothing special, and we can all find pictures, videos, and the occasional National Geographic special on turtle sex at our own leisure/to our own liking, but seeing it in person was rather profound. I see them, and I think, what makes us any different? We're all in this for pleasure right? Turtles do this, monkeys do this, we do this. I am starting to feel like the runt of the litter, the baby turtle plucked by the bird before he makes it to water, the weakest dog of the pack, or the peacock who's feathers weren't bright or extravagant enough to impress the female.
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All this quite frankly makes me wonder why I even keep fighting. I literally CANNOT be an asshole, so I'm fresh out of luck when it comes to dating here.
I'm putting my hope in the fact that when I get overseas, I'll meet people that really fall in love with the person that I am and I'll come alive. If I find more of the same overseas, I will ultimately find my existence to be a complete anomoly. At that point, I'll be a short, decent looking guy with a good head on his shoulders and a good heart, yet NOT good looking/cunning/capable-of-doucheness enough to score (God I hate using that word) a quality woman anywhere in the world. I will be a man with a foundation of principles that are really fantastical, man-made social constructs. I will be a man of peace that lives in a world of war.
I need some help guys. Love you all (No homo).
-Bill
I have to admit, I was doing pretty well before I came down here. I had just purchased my plane tickets for India and Ukraine, and was getting super excited for my trip. Being here for only 6 days has managed to send me into an acute depression. I haven't been leaving my hotel room other than to buy food or cigarettes.
I know I make a habit of making long posts, but I ask you guys to have a minute to read all of this as I'm in need of some solid advice.
---
I'm going to be pretty transparent for a moment. I think that if all of us were somehow sitting in a room together and interacting face to face, I would not be able to share this stuff with you guys; it hits too close to home. Thankfully there's a pretty insightful, intelligent community here and I can take some relief in staying relatively anonymous.
My brother and myself were homeschooled from 5th-9th grade. When we moved to NJ, I begged my mother to send me to school as I wanted to make friends and find out what school was really like. Well, without going into too much detail, it was essentially a disaster. I was not emotionally/mentally prepared for the catholic school environment and was teased mercilessly in the months to come. Most of the teasing was over my height, but also the fact that I was rather awkward. I've always had a problem with anxiety and being in large groups of my peers at the time made me feel constantly on edge and I could never act "normal". The real battleground at school for me was lunch. I managed to find myself at a table of relatively popular people for the duration of the year, but they "kept me around" merely so they could tease, pick on, and bash me on a daily basis; I only stayed at the table because each and every day I felt I could muster up the strength to "prove myself" and fit into their group. Needless to say, I never really did.
My mom pulled me at the beginning of spring as the result of all of this. What was the most interesting (and the point of this opening) was that when they found out that I was leaving, many of them contacted me to express that they wanted me to stay. It didn't take me long to figure out why:
I was the perfect addition to their world. Here we have 10 guys in places of relatively high, yet fragile social power, all together in a high stress environment. I was their perfect whipping boy and emotional scapegoat. With me getting all of the negative attention at the table, none of them were vulnerable to attack. This is the anatomy of bullying and social darwinism. The strong survive, the weak get snuffed out.
---
I've been over this stuff for awhile, but that year damaged me. I still carry baggage from that year and it comes out from time to time, although not nearly as often. Today I'm a functioning human being who's made some great friends and gotten a chance to do some pretty cool things.
However, I've been getting the "10th grade" experience the last 6 days here in Charleston. I've got 3 guys here in the unit that are using me the same way I was used in high school. I was deflecting the attacks and laughing it off at the beginning of the week, but they've been so consistent that it's starting to wear on me. My weakness, sensitivity, and vulnerability are starting to show through in my speech and body language and it's becoming miserable. They're making it a point now to socially ostrecize me from the other guys in the unit.
And the worst part? The women in the unit are eating it up. When one of them (let's call him P) makes a cocky remark about my height or something to that effect, the girls start giggling, smiling, and showing interest in him. He's showing his "alpha dominance" and I am the weakest link.
---
I'm 26 years old and these things are generally not a huge issue in my life and this will all be over at the end of the month, but it's all got me thinking. I've done some google/youtube searches about guys beating up bullies. I find myself really enjoying the videos in my current state.
I have a problem. Since my 10th grade experience, I've become extremely empathetic to others. I make it a point to validate anyone that I come in contact with: big, small, pretty, ugly, fat, skinny, and providing they have not anything to directly hurt me. I literally cannot become this man that women (hopefully only American women) want. I feel that I have been cheated. I was raised to believe that these traits (empathy, selflessness, and kindness) would ultimately be rewarded in one way or another. Now, as an adult that has rejected the religious beliefs held by my parents (the foundation of their parenting methods), I feel that I was duped into believing the world was one way when it is in truth to be entirely opposite. I like the person that I am deep down, but I can't help thinking that if I was raised to be a real tough guy and asshole, I'd be having a much easier time and be way more succesful with women (yes, American...I know).
---
I saw two turtles f***ing in a river by my hotel while I was walking by. Now, turtle sex is nothing special, and we can all find pictures, videos, and the occasional National Geographic special on turtle sex at our own leisure/to our own liking, but seeing it in person was rather profound. I see them, and I think, what makes us any different? We're all in this for pleasure right? Turtles do this, monkeys do this, we do this. I am starting to feel like the runt of the litter, the baby turtle plucked by the bird before he makes it to water, the weakest dog of the pack, or the peacock who's feathers weren't bright or extravagant enough to impress the female.
---
All this quite frankly makes me wonder why I even keep fighting. I literally CANNOT be an asshole, so I'm fresh out of luck when it comes to dating here.
I'm putting my hope in the fact that when I get overseas, I'll meet people that really fall in love with the person that I am and I'll come alive. If I find more of the same overseas, I will ultimately find my existence to be a complete anomoly. At that point, I'll be a short, decent looking guy with a good head on his shoulders and a good heart, yet NOT good looking/cunning/capable-of-doucheness enough to score (God I hate using that word) a quality woman anywhere in the world. I will be a man with a foundation of principles that are really fantastical, man-made social constructs. I will be a man of peace that lives in a world of war.
I need some help guys. Love you all (No homo).
-Bill