André Toulon Posted February 10, 2018 Share Posted February 10, 2018 (edited) I remember mine....It was when we moved to Louisiana when I was 7......I remember starting school and I asked a question.......I used the term "you guys" in some capacity and I was greeted with a resounding collective laughter followed by finger pointing, and poorly structured insults from other 7-8 year olds. The reason it was funny is because I said "you guys" instead of "y'all".....It was that day I was taught the word "y'all" and at the time, I felt dumb because I was unfamiliar with it.......My point is, stupid people like to try and make other people feel stupid by deriding you with stupid shit. Edited February 10, 2018 by Noboru Yamaguchi 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DragonSinger Posted February 10, 2018 Share Posted February 10, 2018 I got way less slack for saying 'you guys' compared to when I brought a Pepsi to school. The other kids acted like I shot someone. Speaking of my old northern roots, the first time I was truly insulted was back when I was 5 in Spokane, Washington. A bitch who was around 6 asked to speak to me in private while we were chilling with our group of friends. Once we're alone, she tells me that it's inappropriate for a black girl to be best friends with the popular white girl of our group who was pretty much the reason we got together. I realized that this bitch was jealous of me and afraid of my best friend hearing this conversation, so I just smiled and used every cursing phrase I've heard my big brother say(which was a LOT). That bitch ran off crying, and I just went back to our friends with that same smile on my face. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
discolé monade Posted February 10, 2018 Share Posted February 10, 2018 i think the first time i felt TRULY insulted was when i lived in vermont. my step sister came to live with us. i won't go into detail of all this shit she did. but i was truly embarrassed and insulted in 7th grade. we were all kind of hanging around waiting for basketball practice, and my friend eve and i were joking and cuttin' up. my step sister, with a couple of her friends sitting, looked me dead in the face and called me a n**ger. i was stunned. but, i couldn't say anything to my parental unit, or bitch of a step mother, because the step sister could do no wrong, i was so glad when that bitch moved back to her dad's and they carted me off to cape cod. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Doom Metal Alchemist Posted February 10, 2018 Share Posted February 10, 2018 2 hours ago, SorceressPol said: I got way less slack for saying 'you guys' compared to when I brought a Pepsi to school. The other kids acted like I shot someone. Hardcore Coke crowd or something? lol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
André Toulon Posted February 10, 2018 Author Share Posted February 10, 2018 On 2/10/2018 at 7:08 AM, discolemonade said: i think the first time i felt TRULY insulted was when i lived in vermont. my step sister came to live with us. i won't go into detail of all this shit she did. but i was truly embarrassed and insulted in 7th grade. we were all kind of hanging around waiting for basketball practice, and my friend eve and i were joking and cuttin' up. my step sister, with a couple of her friends sitting, looked me dead in the face and called me a n**ger. i was stunned. but, i couldn't say anything to my parental unit, or bitch of a step mother, because the step sister could do no wrong, i was so glad when that bitch moved back to her dad's and they carted me off to cape cod. The funny thing is, I didn't even know I was supposed to be insulted the first time I was called n*gg*r....I was born in Cali and we lived in a nice part of L.A. so I wasn't around gangs and shit, and the people where I lived didn't say it (to my knowledge) when we moved south I heard it, but it never sounded like an insult until we moved to Mississippi.....Even then, it wasn't directed to me. This redneck fuck called my sister a Chinan*gg*r (she's part Asian) and it set me off....I beat the dog shit out of this kid and when I told my mom, she didn't get mad at me at all.....It was then that I learned the dirty history of the word, but I honestly can't say "n*gg*r" is what triggered it....It was just that some racist little shit made my sister cry. Also, incidentally....My son slapped a kid that insulted his sister 2 days ago....I felt good that the bloodline is well preserved in him......And this is his big sister. 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DragonSinger Posted February 10, 2018 Share Posted February 10, 2018 3 hours ago, Doom Metal Alchemist said: Hardcore Coke crowd or something? lol During that time, I don't think even half of my class had ever seen a Pepsi in person before. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Poof Posted February 10, 2018 Share Posted February 10, 2018 (edited) When I was 4 in preschool. I didn’t know that things about me were different from other little boys. The first thing I remember and I felt really hurt by it was everybody making fun of my backpack bc it had pretty flower graphics on it. It got worse and worse and the teasing and bullying escalated to me getting beat up a lot. Mostly in the bathroom or on the playground. Every single day I had to go was terrible, and I constantly felt paralyzed and helpless. They peed on me and thought it was really funny. On the playground there was this playhouse that had a bunch of bee nests in it. Nobody would go near it so I’d hide there. I’d crawl in and lay on the ground in the dark so nobody would see me and the bees wouldn’t attack. I hated every second of it but it felt like the only option I had. I’d wait there until it was time to go in. eventually after showing up at home w/bruises all the time my parents took me out of that place Edited February 10, 2018 by Poof Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
André Toulon Posted February 10, 2018 Author Share Posted February 10, 2018 1 hour ago, Poof said: When I was 4 in preschool. I didn’t know that things about me were different from other little boys. The first thing I remember and I felt really hurt by it was everybody making fun of my backpack bc it had pretty flower graphics on it. It got worse and worse and the teasing and bullying escalated to me getting beat up a lot. Mostly in the bathroom or on the playground. Every single day I had to go was terrible, and I constantly felt paralyzed and helpless. They peed on me and thought it was really funny. On the playground there was this playhouse that had a bunch of bee nests in it. Nobody would go near it so I’d hide there. I’d crawl in and lay on the ground in the dark so nobody would see me and the bees wouldn’t attack. I hated every second of it but it felt like the only option I had. I’d wait there until it was time to go in. eventually after showing up at home w/bruises all the time my parents took me out of that place Damn......Bees? DAMN. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Poof Posted February 10, 2018 Share Posted February 10, 2018 50 minutes ago, Noboru Yamaguchi said: Damn......Bees? DAMN. BEES! 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fuggnificent Posted February 10, 2018 Share Posted February 10, 2018 white girl friends birthday party when i was 6. one of few black kids there. i got my face painted and some boy pointed and laughed at the paint on my dark skin. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Juice McKenzie Posted February 11, 2018 Share Posted February 11, 2018 No, but I remember when someone insulted me when I didn't understand what insult meant. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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