I Came to Two Threats From High School to Finally Accept Reality.

We live in difficult times. We have generally lived through tormented times, especially if we do not fit together somehow. For my purposes, it started in high school, when I didn’t have the faintest idea or didn’t see the point of making a significant difference in any way about being bullied.

The leading stalker, how about we call her Zelda? She started as my partner. Irrefutably cool, she was dressed in a bohemian style and didn’t seem to think of anyone’s thought process of her, which touched me profoundly and made me feel great about her affiliation.

Until I Became Her Target.

When one of the two classmates, all sitting stagnant in the cafeteria, commented on how skinny she was, Zelda sneered, “You’d rather not be so skinny! If you look closely at the word reference under the skinny witch, you’ll find a picture of Caroline Leavitt! To represent this, she drew an impressive exaggeration on the board.

She shocked me, and it hurt, but everyone around us laughed, which added to my misfortune. Since I was also shy and unreliable, I felt like she hadn’t provoked it because how could someone who seemed so self-assured pull off something so wrong? In any case, she soon attacked again. She loved her frantically when I had a terrible separation from a girl. She happily told me, and a gathering around me, that she had slept with him while I was watching.

So I went to her Facebook page to see why it could have been so terrible and how it could have ideally changed. She, the one everyone thought would be famous for her singing, crafting, or writing, was doing administrative work. She, who everyone thought would live in Paris or Manhattan, lived in a regional rural area. She, who always made fun of how skinny and hideous she was, was heavy and poorly focused.

I Felt a Cut of Compassion. What Had Happened to him?

Is it safe to say that she was OK? Therefore, I carefully befriended her and got to know her properly, and she immediately replied, “All things considered, hello, you. How are you?”

And then I told him. About my life, the euphoric ups and downs, and, from time to time, the low downs (separation, death, unnatural birth cycles, career) about how she was finally doing what she had always longed for. I was a writer! I made the NYT blocklist! And you? I consulted. How has your life been?

And then, before I sent my message, I asked him why he had tormented me in high school when I thought we were roommates.

To Another High School

So next, I focused on another high school threat. I’ll call her Addie. She had made my life hopeless. She was beautiful and prominent, with a group of young men and other attractive and well-known young women stunned by her.

It was easy to locate her on Facebook too. She was still beautiful, and it seemed like she had a great job helping people. Since she had my most memorable dominant jerk, I asked her why she had chased me in high school.I said that she needed a conclusion. She needed to understand. I anticipated a similar reaction, but all things being equal, I got a vocal response.

She said, “I wasn’t what everyone thought I was.” She told me how she kept quiet, bewildered to be found out. Her parents had been drunk and kept a close eye on her. She told me how she took drugs, lost her dearest partner because of me, and realized that she was gay. However, in those days, no one went out thinking of everything, and she would have been executed if she had.