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When I was in grade school, few people called me by my name. Instead, my nickname was a certain profane word. People would shout it at me during breakfast. One day, I went to a teacher who was right next to the table where I and the slanderers were sitting. Guess who got in trouble?
Yeah. Me.
To make matters worse, she didn't seem to care nor notice when the kids, who were right next to her, all laughed and pointed fingers at me. Back then life was really unfair, and there were even worse times, such as when I was beat up every day on the bus and had things of mine stolen and broken, then getting in trouble for things that I didn't do or say.
Later on, things didn't get much better. At a different school, these experiences left me with much unsettled anger. I indulged myself in self-destructive behavior, which in plain English means that I became a bully. I was a victim of myself, and I am still ashamed of some of the stuff I did and said. Having Asperger's Syndrome only made things worse. People continued to detest me, and some, especially girls, treated me like a creep even when I improved, and I can't blame them.
Today, things are much better. There are a lot of things going for me. I'm popular, for one thing. Yet, sometimes life can still be unfair, but then I suppose that I should remind myself of what I've been through, that things have been worse. I can't relate to when people try to compare my problems to those of people in third world countries, but things get put into perspective when I remember what I have already gone through.
I don't quite know what the moral to the story is. The one that comes to mind is "count your blessings".
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