This shit right here."Why can't you be more like (insert neighbor/classmate name here)?" - my Mom.
As i was reading the first paragraph i dearly, dearly hoped the second one would end the way it did.When I was 20 and really struggling with how to get my life on track, I went to an interview for a pretty generic assistant gig at some office. The guy interviewing me said, "I'm just going to tell you what no one else will - you are not going to be a success. You'll never make more than $25K a year, so just accept it now. I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but you don't have what it takes to be anything other than a drone making minimum wage."
That was ten years ago. I am comfortably in the six figure range and am considered to be the biggest success in my family. The guy who interviewed me? Judging by his age and , er, body, he's probably dead. I wish I knew where he was buried so I could dance on his grave on my next trip back to Miami.
The moral of the story is fuck those people - you're rad and they're probably rotting away in some discount pine box.
It was rough to hear, not gonna lie. I was already feeling so directionless, that just made me feel like a failure - like my life was ruined before it ever got started.As i was reading the first paragraph i dearly, dearly hoped the second one would end the way it did.
Jesus Christ why on earth or what right does he have to say that to someone, that's just awful. You tweeted that and it went viral and he had to answer for himself, it'd probably just be some excuse along the lines of "I was just trying to inspire him, i wanted to light a fire under his arse". Like anyone would believe it really, but how is that his problem or duty? You were either fit for the role you was applying for or not.
Yeah, how do you overcome that kind of shit man? Some people.I have managed to repress a lot of the stuff I had said to me, but here's a list of the ones that pop up:
1). My father saying to me on multiple occasions growing up and in undergrad that I'm useless, should be more like *insert person X", made his marriage a burden, couldn't survive back in his home country, etc.
2). Been called a stupid, ignorant, poor "nigger" and a disgrace to Black people since I wasn't athletic. Skinny, but not even remotely athletic or smooth with girls.
3). Had many jokes made to me abuse the physical and sexual abuse I suffered as a kid, from cousins, classmates, and people who knew about the basic details of those stories.
4). Was made fun of by some Evangelicals I used to go to church with who said my failed suicide attempts was a mistake by God.
5). Rejections and laughs from women being rejected, or opening up about my past. Or being ugly, awkward, etc.
So, life just sucks. It is what it is.
Yeah, how do you overcome that kind of shit man? Some people.
Hope you're doing fine now. That's always the best revenge: living a happy life. Fuck 'm.
Ugh, yeah I've had similar. I was getting a haircut, back in high school, and the lady started talking to me about about my acne (which wasn't bad, but it was there) and what to do about it. I was like WTF bitch, I'm just here for a fucking haircut, not a dermatology appointment."That's some really bad acne you have."
"...I know."
"Have you tried seeing a dermatologist about it?"
"...I have. Didn't work."
"Oh, that's too bad. Because it's really, REALLY bad."
My English teacher, in front of my whole class, when I was 15. I felt like fucking dying right there.
Thanx. That's sad to hear man. These people ruined your life.After two failed suicide attempts, I took it as a message to just keep going on with life. I've been a failure at most things, but I guess failing at that is one of my few accomplishments, I guess? As for doing fine, I'm breathing and living. Aside from that, not much else. I appreciate the sentiment, though. I hope your life is in a good place, or will be in a good place.
Could have been a funny joke if he had a sense of humour but seems like he was just brutally honest?:^PProbably co-workers who regularly bullied me joking about how I looked like the kind of guy who would one day come and shoot up the store.
Fuck that place.
And this one wasn't necessarily mean-spirited, it just hurt: I told my best friend in 6th grade he was probably my best friend and he told me I wasn't his, I was his second best.
I know that sounds really stupid but it mattered at the time.