Bullying, Can it Really be Stopped?

Everyone is going on about bullying in and out of schools. People believe that it needs to be stopped, but how can this really happen? Can we really stop bullying? How can we do this when bullying occurres when people have no self confidence and take out their insecurities on those that are weaker than them. The only way to stop bullying would be to destroy perdijustes, insecurities, and weaknesses.These are the causes but they cannot ever truly be removed. How can you remove a personal weakness or a hatred that was harbored towards another race since birth by the parent. Some of our pains are caused by those around us. Some one who is bullied may find someone or something weaker to take out their frustration at their own weakness on. This chain continues until there is nothing smaller to or weaker for the last in the chain to become frustrated at. Bullied children will also probably become depressed and maybe even suicidal. There is also the other end of the spectrum where they become extremely violent and will fight back and even try to kill their bully. These are all painful and terrible aftereffects of bullying that hurt many people. I will admit that it is possible to stop bullying, I just don't believe it's possible within our lifetimes. Things like I described earlier are extremely hard to remove from society. People have long memories and will not easily forget someone that has wronged them. Pain is long lasting and will not be forgotten easily. I was bullied when I was younger and it pushed me to a dark place, so dark I thought that there was no way out, but I found my way back with help. So I believe it is possible to stop bullying, it will just take awhile.

Why Should We Make Ourselves Appeasing to Society?

Why should we make ourselves appeasing to those around us?  For what reason is there for me to be any different than I am. I have no reason to care what others think of who I am. I am me, that's all i can be but everyone is always saying that I need to look acceptable , I can't wear baggy, comfortable clothes because that will cause people to judge me. I don't care how I look, but I'm always told that I need to look better. i don't care what other people say, they don't know me, they don't have any right to say that I need to build up this facade of being different from myself just because they don't like it. I tried that, it didn't work for me. I will be myself and that won't change. You can try to tell me that if I don't look great that people will treat me differently. Well know what let people judge me. those that do are just proving my point even more. I will not make another me, another false me that only faces the world while the real me is locked away only to be shown while no one else is around. That doesn't work for me. You cannot live within a facade you have to be free to be you. Why can others not see this? Telling others to be different, to conform, to be just like everyone else. Well you know what? I gave up caring what people thought of me a long time ago because while you say what you want about me, you have no knowledge of me as a person, you know not me, you know not the true person I am if all you do is say that I have to appear acceptable to those that don't even know me. How can I trust someone that tells me to conform to what others what? This is unacceptable we need freedom to be us for if we are not us, if we are not allowed to be our true selves, then who are we really?

The New Friendship

The little sheep was so excited he could barely sleep, in a few hours he would be able to play with Cornelius. The little sheep now slept during the day under the old willow tree on top of the hill. He new this would be a safe place to sleep for none of the other sheep would come all the way up the hill just to bother him. He loved playing with his new friend. He and Cornelius would play until the stars in the night sky began to vanish. Then Cornelius would go back into the sky and sleep with the others in the sky while down on earth the little sheep would go to sleep under the willow tree at the top of the hill. This night though was especially exciting because Cornelius said that he was going to give the little sheep a name, but he need time to think of one. So he said "In three days I will give you a few names to chose from and you can tell me which one you like best and then it shall become your name. So that night the sheep woke up and could barely wait to chose his name. Then Cornelius descended from the sky like he did and said....   

The Little Sheep's Wish

"Oh, how I wish I had a friend to talk to," said the little sheep as he sat on the hill looking at the stars. He did this almost every night. Sometimes he would just sit there looking up at the sky just wanting a friend. None of his own herd would get near him because of his hair. Sometimes he just thought of running away, but he realized that was impossible because he would never survive on his own out beyond the fence. The thought that no one wanted, even his parents stayed away from him, made him so sad. So the little sheep just sat there looking up at the stars for a few minutes. Then he just started crying, crying in such away that even a being with a heart of ice and stone would feel for this little, lonely sheep. "Why are you crying so terribly," said a voice. The little sheep was startled by the voice and jumped. "Who's there he," he asked. "Look up," said the voice. the little sheep did and to his amazement the was a little shining creature floating right above his head. "What are you" the little sheep asked in awe. "I am Cornelius. I am a star without a friend," the little being answered. The little sheep suddenly jumped up and said, " I don't have a friend either. How about we be each others friend?" "I think that would be a splendid idea," cried the little star, "May our friendship never break." 

The Odd Sheep

The little sheep stood on the edge of the pasture not daring to get to close to the others. This sheep feared the others for how they treated it an thought they would do more than just chase him away if he got to close. The treated him like a monster just because he was born with this weird hair that grew straight out. He was the little sheep with no friends and even his own parents would no longer associate with him for fear of ridicule. The little sheep was sad. He couldn't play with the others and no one would talk to him. He was never even given a name. His heart ached for someone to be his friend just once. That was all he asked for, all he ever wished for at night when the stars shining up in the sky.

The Odd Sheep Ball Thingermabober!

This week for a trinket I have this odd sheep ball thing, to be perfectly honest I have no idea what this is. It has four feet and legs with cloven hooves. It has the head of a sheep and a sheep's tail but its body is odd. It has all these little plastic strings coming out of it. It reminds me of those balls with all the plastic hairs on them that you would get as a kid for being as a treat from the dentist's office( well I would at least). Those balls that tickled your hand and you could dangle down the stair because the hair on it would stretch. Well it looks like it has a little hanger on it's back, so I guess you can attach it to your backpack or something like that. I honestly have no idea what I'm going to write about with this during the week, but that's what imagination is there for right?