Random Memory of Being Marginalized

[dark_amaranth]

 What a strange title. But it is late and that is my excuse.

I never thought to write about this to anyone, not even to myself, because it seems like a bruise in a relatively painless childhood. Just a bruise, is all. But it is still interesting to think about sometimes. Perhaps it was more formative than I thought.

Sixth grade gym class. I was and

Comments

[darius409]

I can empathize! Well, perhaps not about skeptical and pervy gym teachers, but about People in general. People who say something casually to you, maybe even as a joke, but it just sticks in your mind for YEARS and you keep thinking of it at random times, and wishing you could march up to them and say "Remember what you said to me five years ago?" and make them know how much stress and anguish it caused you, but you don't because 1) you know that they won't have the slightest idea what you're talking about, not being cursed with an obsessive memory, and 2) they will think that you are being unnecessarily confrontational and will condescendingly tell you to "let bygones be bygones", or you just don't have the energy to bring it up again and stir up all sorts of bad feelings.

But yes, thank you for writing this. It was cathartic.

[mylifewill]

you mean, 6th grade was when you became moody and dark and... well, adolescent.

haaaah.

i think we were all like that.
well, all the kopis, anyway.

just remember: running is bad for you.
and you got touched by a perv.
when you were in 6th grade (11 yrs. old?).
yucky.

my high school had two gym teachers.
one of them was relaxed and was like, "you're just hurting yourself if you don't try to run harder...", and the other ran a boot camp ("MOVE, MAGGOTS, BEFORE I GET OUT THERE AND MAKE IT SO YOU CAN'T").

i ran a 9:57 in 5th grade, a 10:30 in 6th grade (i got fat), and a 7:55 senior year of high school.
i'm not sure i can make a mile anymore.