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fiat_knoxReposting this comment that I put up on Facebook.
Regret only the things you did not do; not the things you did. Better yet, regret nothing.
Some people never awaken to themselves, no matter how long since they left school - they fear that if they became more outspoken, asserted themselves, Greasy Tubbs with his ham fists will come around the corner and deliver another beating: even if they know damn well that Greasy Tubbs got himself killed at the age of 17 while joyriding.
Some days I tell people that I became the person I have become today /despite/ the efforts of teachers and other bullies to force me into some Procrustean mould of societal conformity, just like them.
But most of the time, I turn to them and I thank them, even if only in spirit - for showing me all the many ways and means at my disposal to defy them. And for giving me the resistance I needed to become /strong/ in my defiance. And my deviance.
The fact that I became who I am today was the result they least intended. And I imagine them all burning inside in seething impotence accordingly, and if that does not give me cause to smile every morning, I don't know what does.
Regret only the things you did not do; not the things you did. Better yet, regret nothing.
Some people never awaken to themselves, no matter how long since they left school - they fear that if they became more outspoken, asserted themselves, Greasy Tubbs with his ham fists will come around the corner and deliver another beating: even if they know damn well that Greasy Tubbs got himself killed at the age of 17 while joyriding.
Some days I tell people that I became the person I have become today /despite/ the efforts of teachers and other bullies to force me into some Procrustean mould of societal conformity, just like them.
But most of the time, I turn to them and I thank them, even if only in spirit - for showing me all the many ways and means at my disposal to defy them. And for giving me the resistance I needed to become /strong/ in my defiance. And my deviance.
The fact that I became who I am today was the result they least intended. And I imagine them all burning inside in seething impotence accordingly, and if that does not give me cause to smile every morning, I don't know what does.
