So today at the bus, there some retards going around honking this huge ass horn and a big friend of mine had an headache. After like 5 minutes of successive honking and no one giving a shit, she stood up and told them to fuck off. At this point they make some fun of her, but then stopped and I put on my headphones. After like 15 minutes i look to the side and she's crying on her seat - apparently those motherfucking mongoloids started singing some song along the lines of "[FRIEND'SNAME] is a stupid whore". I got so fucking saddened i could almost cry at her side; it really doesn't seem like that much of a big deal right now, but believe me, this girl has lots of issues and this was the last thing she needed right now.
No one else in the bus, including our friends, gave a shit once again. They just stood in their own goddamn world. And all I could think of was of going back there and just getting into a big fucking argument with them (which I didn't do).
Well the thing about this thread is to talk about two things that always irked me: what the fuck is wrong with the world, and would I have defended my friend if I had heard the jest (and the consequences of defending her).
Basically the whole point of this story is that I'm a huge pussy. I probably would have said something along the lines of "what are you doing, what did she do to you to deserve this fucking shit?" and would not go anywhere from there (they would talk back and I would probably be mocked the whole rest of my high school year). Just by not being there to defend her makes me feel bad enough. But what really makes me feel awful, is that I was scared. I was scared of going back and hitting them.
Why am I making a big deal out of me being a coward? Well, first of all, this ain't the first time this has happened - once some little fuck was pushing my cousin and all I could do was watch. Second - well, honestly, the pain and regret after I realize that I just didn't move a finger to help a loved one is enormous. And third of all, if I keep this coward bullshit going I will never ever be taken seriously.
The worst thing is that my fear of fighting is completely fucking irrational. I mean, the offenders were from like 10th grade. I go to the gym, so it's not that I'm super strong but I have well-defined muscles (which is much more than most of them do have). If they ganged up on me, I'm sure my two best friends (who are stronger than me) would jump in to help me. So what the fuck am I afraid of? Sometimes I imagine that after beating some guy up he won't stay content and tell on me to a few larger friends to beat me up and that scares. But it's like, 'cmon are you fucking serious'. this is a small town that would never happen here.
So, how do i get over this shit? The simplest solution I thought is... well, to fucking have a real brawl for once and 'survive'. But I'm willing to accept more suggestions.
No one else in the bus, including our friends, gave a shit once again. They just stood in their own goddamn world. And all I could think of was of going back there and just getting into a big fucking argument with them (which I didn't do).
Well the thing about this thread is to talk about two things that always irked me: what the fuck is wrong with the world, and would I have defended my friend if I had heard the jest (and the consequences of defending her).
Basically the whole point of this story is that I'm a huge pussy. I probably would have said something along the lines of "what are you doing, what did she do to you to deserve this fucking shit?" and would not go anywhere from there (they would talk back and I would probably be mocked the whole rest of my high school year). Just by not being there to defend her makes me feel bad enough. But what really makes me feel awful, is that I was scared. I was scared of going back and hitting them.
Why am I making a big deal out of me being a coward? Well, first of all, this ain't the first time this has happened - once some little fuck was pushing my cousin and all I could do was watch. Second - well, honestly, the pain and regret after I realize that I just didn't move a finger to help a loved one is enormous. And third of all, if I keep this coward bullshit going I will never ever be taken seriously.
The worst thing is that my fear of fighting is completely fucking irrational. I mean, the offenders were from like 10th grade. I go to the gym, so it's not that I'm super strong but I have well-defined muscles (which is much more than most of them do have). If they ganged up on me, I'm sure my two best friends (who are stronger than me) would jump in to help me. So what the fuck am I afraid of? Sometimes I imagine that after beating some guy up he won't stay content and tell on me to a few larger friends to beat me up and that scares. But it's like, 'cmon are you fucking serious'. this is a small town that would never happen here.
So, how do i get over this shit? The simplest solution I thought is... well, to fucking have a real brawl for once and 'survive'. But I'm willing to accept more suggestions.